Well, the other day I was thinking, and I decided that since Nutella had both Hazelnuts and Chocolate which comes from coca which makes it a plant, Nutella officially counts as a salad. The end.
Disclaimer: I... Nope.
I looked at my watch, Snotlout should have been there. I mean I did say 12:30 and it was already 1:15.
"Well, looks like Snotlout decided to skip out on us, bummer." I muttered.
Everyone else had shown up, including the twins, who were having a contest to see who could spit the furthest at the moment.
"Will you finally tell us why we're here?" Fishlegs asked, bubbling with excitement.
"Alright," I said leaning against the rocky wall beside me. "The other day I was-"
"I'm here! Your lives just got better," a voice announced, as a dirt bike pulled up.
"Took you long enough!" Astrid hissed.
"P-a-lease, you think I wake up looking this good girl? A face like this needs work." Snotlout declared.
"Never mind that, do you guys want to know why your here?" I asked.
"Yes," Astrid said passively.
"Alright, The other day I was tuning my guitar using a pitch pipe to get the write notes, when I realized that Toothless was reacting to the notes, like this." I said pulling my pitch pipe out of my pocket.
I hit a quick F# and waited.
"That's what you brought us out here for?" Snotlout asked. "To play your pitch pipe into the wind?"
"Just wait Snotlout!" Fishlegs sneered.
"Pft! Dragon calls," He muttered, sitting on a rock.
In some messed up attempt to amuse himself he took out a lazer pointer and flashed it in the direction of the twins. They were instantly mesmerized.
"Uh, guys?" I asked.
"So stupid," Snotlout muttered with a sick smile.
"Snotlout!" I snapped.
"What? It's funny? fine..." He mutterred putting it away.
"Ugg! Gone again!" Tuffnut yelled, snapping out of his trance.
I tried the note again.
"And... Nothing! Can I go home now?" he asked.
Toothless instantly flattened out to a stiff board and sped as fast as his little legs could carry him back to us.
"You were saying?' Astrid hissed, brushing her peacock-colored hair out of her eyes.
"Okay...I hate to admit it, but that was pretty cool..." Snotlout asid, obviously very displeased with himself for having been impressed by something I had done.
"Not nearly as cool as that disappearing red thing." Tuffnut said snickering. "You can never catch it."
"Fishlegs, You wanna show us the note your dragon reacts to?" I asked.
"Thought you'd never ask," He said taking center stage. "The pitch of the note is as unique as the Groncle itself, raw, guttural, intense, yet with a subtle lilt-"
"Just do it already!" Snotlout snapped.
He took hold of the pitch pipe and hit a note that was so low, I didn't even know my pipe could hit it.
Meatlug came flying immediately.
"Well done Fishlegs!" I said.
"Oh, I'm not done! Watch this!" He said.
He blew harder, practically vibrating the ground.
"Euugg, I don't even want to know what part of his body that came from." Tuffnut said. "Or do I?" He questioned.
More Groncles appeared in the sky.
He exhaled deeply. "I've got to take a knee." He declared.
"Wow, nice herd!" Astrid said.
I felt a pang in my gut. I told myself to ignore it.
"Be home for dinner!" Fishlegs called into the sky as Meatlug joined the herd. "Were having granite! It's her favorite."
"Anyone think they can beat that?" I asked.
"I'll give it a shot!" Astrid said.
She blew a soft high note into the pitch pipe.
"Uh... I hate to be Norbert the Negative, but you're gonna have to blow a little harder than-" Fishlegs started but was interrupted by the shocking fact that Astrid was singing.
She sand, a strong, yet beautiful note in the exact pitch she made in the pipe. It was shocking, because I only ever heard her sing before when we did a duet to Just Give me a Reason feat. Nate from Fun. and that was alone in my bedroom.
...
Not like that...
Almost instantly a herd of Deadly Naddars appeared in the sky. That feeling was back, 'Go away,' I kept saying in my head.
"Good job Astrid, first try!" I said.
"I have an important question!" Tuffnut declared.
I rolled my eyes, "Is it actually important this time?" I asked.
"Uh yeah, It always is. Like, why are we even doing this anyway?" He asked.
"Well, first of all you never know when you're gonna be separated from your dragon and the only way to communicate with it is to call it." I said.
"Yeah," Snotlout said abruptly "Car crashes, Outcast Attacks, Sheep Rebellions." He listed the words on his fingertips.
"Whut?.." Tuffnut asked.
I gave up on that part. "Second of all, it's Bork week, and my dad asked us to put on a dragon air parade." I said.
"Why do we care about this Bork guy anyway? Wasn't he a dragon killer?" Ruffnut asked.
"Hey, Bork only killed dragons in self-defense. He studied them, wrote about them, lived and breathed them. And without him, there would be no Book of dragons." Fishlegs said.
"And without the book of dragons there'd be no-" I started.
"Reason for you to live?' Snotlout asked.
I glared at him, not wanting to think about my life before I met Toothless. Rejected, and alone.
" Dragon academy, actually. And there would be no really cool dragon air show." I said.
"So when we do this 'Really cool dragon air show, whose he gonna fly with?" He asked.
The felling finally exploded in my chest, spreading to every fiber of my being. The feeling that Toothless was the last Night Fury.
"Yeah.. still working that out..." I muttered
A few hours later I sat on a cliffside, letting the rest of the universe go unnoticed as Toothless played in the grass.
'Hey, check out my Nadders. I finally got them flying in perfect formation." Astrid bubbled pointing to the sky.
"Wow, yeah, that's that's great." I said passively.
"Hiccup?" She warned.
"I've just been thinking, Stormfly has other Nadders. Hookfang has a whole herd of Monstrous Nightmares. And Toothless has Toothless has no one." I said
"He has you. And he looks pretty happy, if you ask me." She said
"You know what I mean." I said
"Hiccup, Toothless will be fine. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Your father and Gobber are looking for you. They wanna see you in the great hall. They looked serious." She told me.
"Yeah, great. Happy Bork week to me." I said to myself.
Hey. sorry for the wait. My mom has my iPad and so I can only update at computer design class when I have free time. Here are some waffles for your troubles. ###
-Brambleyourinternetstalker.