A/N: Hey, peeps! Brae brae back! I know, I just made this story today, but who can blame me? I love writing! Here's chapter two! XP
Valka stared at the brown stormcutter with horror written on her face as it played with her infant. But once she figured out that it wasn't trying to harm Hiccup, but rather play with him, she smiled letting all the fear leave her that was once in her left. Her baby giggled as it played with its wing claw. This is exactly what she has been trying to tell everyone what dragons are like. Kind, gentle creatures. The crib tilted causing the stormcutter to accidently scrape Hiccup's chin. He wailed in pain as the dragon approached Valka. Her fear came back because she wasn't for sure if it would kil her or spare her.
Then she looked in its eyes and saw the same gentleness it showed to Hiccup. She slowly started to reach out a hand to touch it, but an axe came between them, startling both Valka and the stormcutter. Valka looked up at the towering figure of Stoick the vast. He pulled his axe out from the floorboards and glared at the dragon. The stormcutter readied its fire to shoot at him, but a sound caught its hearing.
Both Valka and Stoick listened for it. Then they heard it. A whistling noise that belongs to only one dragon. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself...
A blue fireball blasted in the roof. Blue flames flickered and danced on it. Then a black dragon never shown to man's eyes before flew through the hole and landed on the floor.
...a night fury.
The stormcutter flew away in fear of this deadly dragon as the two Vikings stood in fear, staring in its ice blue eyes. Valka overcame her fear quicker than Stoick did. She grabbed a sword from its rack and sliced it across its face. It would have a scar there for the rest of its life. It roared in pain and flew out the hole; but not without a souvenir. It flew off with Hiccup in its clutches.
Valka ran to the hole and looked up as it disappeared into the night sky. Then she covered her mouth with her hand and started crying. She was wrong about dragons. All they know is to kill. She fell to the ground crying harder for her now, frever gone son. Stoick knely by her and tried calming her down by patting her back, but even he couldn't hold back his own sobs.
A/N: I know, sucky beginning, but i promise. It will get much much better. Just wait
Braelynnway out XP