Oooh! Two chapters in one day! I'm on a roll! But then again, I normally am when I start new stories.
Just a note, bold writing is dragon language.
I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. Only this story and select characters belong to me.
Chapter 1 – No Chance
The lavender dragoness edged towards the recently-made rock pile, uncertainty clouding her pale gold eyes. The mad human had been trapped beneath them for two days now, with no sign of getting out. Whenever she stuck her slim muzzle in between the boulders, she was overpowered by the coppery scent of blood. Not good. She knew from experience.
"Aurora Healer! Get away from there!" The dragoness glanced behind her to see a dark green Monstrous Nightmare fixing his gaze on first her, then the rocks. "He could hurt you."
"He's been trapped beneath those rocks for two days, Forest Inferno," 'Aurora Healer,' as she was supposedly called, stated. "From the smell of it, he's lost a lot of blood, and won't be a threat."
"Still, you should at least let him die in peace, even if he doesn't deserve it," Forest Inferno growled bitterly. Aurora understood the reason for his distaste in her concern for the human. After all, said human had beheaded his sister in front of his eyes. "Come on, Cliffchomper should need that salve replaced by now."
Aurora sighed. Forest was right. With one last glance back at the human's prison, she turned and padded in the opposite direction; claws making soft clink, clink sounds on the stone.
He'd been sliding in and out of consciousness for Thor knew how long now. There was a nauseating knot in his stomach and guts, and newly discovered wounds still dripped blood, making his head hurt. His sight was that of nothing but darkness, and his eyes stung whenever he tried to focus them. He was just thankful that it had eventually grown numb. Berserker or not, he still didn't enjoy excessive amounts of pain.
Dagur knew he was going to die unless something, nothing short of a miracle no less, happened. But if he did, then he just hoped he'd earned a place in Valhalla. Perhaps… perhaps he could see her again.
With the first genuine smile in who knew how long, he fell back into unconsciousness, clinging to that thought…
When he woke up again, he could hear the sounds of digging and low, anxious whines. Dragons. Upon instinct, Dagur tensed into a fighting position of sorts, only to take in a sharp breath when the pain assaulted him once more. The digging stopped, followed by a low growl, then started up again. This time, he didn't get ready to fight back. He was dead meat, no point in saying otherwise. Perhaps he could lash out when he was free of the rocks and drag himself to safety. That sounded like a plan. Not a good one, but it was a plan nonetheless.
He supposed the rocks had finally been cleared away when he could see very pale, blurred light bordering an equally blurry black shape. It was long and slim, with jagged edges towards the top. A dragon no doubt. In an attempt to scare it off, he forced a weak growl out of his dry mouth. The sound caught in his throat and sent him into a hacking, coughing fit; the heavy spasms of his chest making his broken ribs hurt and dig into his lungs.
"G-get away from me," he croaked through coughs. "M-monster."
The closest thing to a response he got was a low, crooning growl. Dagur flinched when he felt something rest itself against his forehead; something soft and warm. Hot air puffed against his face, and he could smell something in the unnatural breeze that wasn't blood. It… it smelled like… lavender…
That was when he plunged into darkness again.
Me again! Okay, so the only thing I own here besides the story is Aurora Healer and Forest Inferno.
Now might also be a good time to mention that I am looking for dragon OCs to borrow, and perhaps some human OCs. Let me know if you have any to offer, I'd really appreciate it, and I'll give you credit of course.