6-10 6. Voracious- to devour akin, whirlpool
The room of the dining/meeting hall spun violently, the colors of the dim amounts of light swirled horridly, all the noises of the roaring and crying and pounding rain became deafening. Hiccup felt the midday meal in his stomach do forced unhappy somersaults. Somehow the puke fills the missing portion, the hole right above his stomach rather than pouring out his esophagus. "I'm sorry everyone when the ship went down there was nothing we could do, Ægir did not favor us that day." Women cried and hugged their shocked unmoving children. The smell of the stew that had been served still hung in the air thickly and became more and more suffocating. Hiccup knew he had to leave the room in order to remain conscious. He stumbled pass the mass of people, arms, shields and bulk like a pile of boulders. "Let him go Gobber, he might want to be alone for awhile." Hiccups hands find the edges of the wooden doors. He throws them open as a bolt of lightning flashes. The burst of light leaving him strikingly awake. Coldness of the rain penetrates every whirl, bone and sound. Silence; save for the pounding rain devours everything like a monster. Pounding rain and his own breathing. Pounding rain and breathing. He can no longer feel his skin. Like when cold hands touch a limb that's fallen asleep. Icy Rain and Breathing. Pounding Rain and Breathing. Stinging Cold Rain and Breathing. Astrid appears at the top of the hill, a mere shadow in the rain. She runs full speed toward him crushing him with her arms wrapping around his stomach. But he really doesn't feel that either.
Stoick is dead.
7. Mouser- the catcher of mice and rats
Noss stood firm staring directly into the yellow eyes of the night fury. This was hers and she had no intention of relinquishing it. The Dragon was more than twenty times her size but of this the old cat did not care. She had lived on this blasted island since her birth nearly twenty years ago in this same barn. And only over her dead corpse was she planning to relinquish it. Toothless growls showing his teeth attempting to scare the old cat into moving. He roars. Noss hisses all the hair on her tiny wrinkled boy standing up. She slashes a paw across his face. Toothless squeals jumping and falling to the other side of the stable. Noss smiles, trots around a circle before settling down in the warm straw, and biting into the fish. There may be no more rodents on this side the island but she has no intention of disappearing into old age. The dragon unhappily curls up on the other side of the barn hiding under his wings, not wishing for another encounter with the cat.
8. Far-flung
Few people are good at crazy. Insanity is a rare talent. And he was good at insanity. When something stupid didn't work try something crazy something different. We couldn't kill enough dragons this time to keep the dragons from coming back. Maybe next time we will. If throwing a javelin doesn't work at piercing the scales try an axe next time. Can't scare them this time try scaring them next time. The idea of befriending one, insanity, riding one, insanity, understanding one, far-fetched as the idea of hell freezing over. True insanity is to think that doing the same thing over and over again will get you somewhere different. Hiccup smiled and shook his head watching the members of his clan argue at each other across the table. But part of humanity is insanity. And true humanity is a rare talent.
9. Irritable
Her brother stuck his tongue out her mockingly and took off scrambling down the hill. To the docks. A hair tie in each hand. If had been humanly possible for smoke and fire to escape her nostrils it would have. Ruffnut bolted full speed and barefoot from sleep after him. Her hair flew wildly about her helmet was missing too. She'd left it on her bunk. She scowled at herself for her near girly appearance. Ruffnut rounded the first hill, she could see Tuffnut running for dear life his own wild mane of hair whooshing behind him. "GET BACK HER YOU STINKING LITTLE BASTARD." The sight of the other person waiting at the bottom of the hill stopped her cold. "Mom." The women, broad and tall enough to carry twins scowled back at her a basket of the morning's catch under each arm. "I dare say not."She announces. The anger is well masked. Both baskets drop to the ground. The woman grabs Ruffnut by the ear. "I WILL NOT HAVE YOU CALLING INTO QUESTION OUR FAMILY'S INTERGRITY LIKE THAT." With a yank she begins to drag her in the direction of home. Tuffnut rolls over laughing. "Tuffnut bring the fish," his mother adds firmly. The boy immediately sits up and complies. "Hey Ruffnut," Snoutlout leers, "You look good." "LET ME AT HIM LET ME AT HIM."She screams struggling away from her mother's grasp. And surprisingly the woman lets go. And Snoutlout sees for a moment a hell demon flash before his eyes.
10. Contagious
When sickness scorned the village all cowered in the homes. The best days of warm summer passed by unnoticed as the dead flies in the window seals and the dimmest stars in the sky. Quarantine had been instated the sick remained with the other sick hidden away inside their homes with only the healers to care for them and the healthy crowded into the dining hall. The disease caused horrible fever, headaches, vomiting, bleeding from the nose and caused the eyes to turn red. Some of the children even began to violently shake uncontrollably. Then the eyes and skin would slowly turn yellow, the person would slowly go insane and then die. Ruffnut sat down on the end of the wooden table and slowly sipped cup of broth. It was tasteless. Snoutlout sat down at the other end of the table next to Fishlegs. He had traveled with some of the medicine women to see his mother this morning she had not even recognized him. And spoke of the toads singing her songs. Gobber, Stoick and the other leaders congregated around the fire and the boiling pot of broth. Strains of tears licked Gobber's face his wife had begun to turn yellow. Stoick had already lost his wife to an earlier fever. The others merely mumble somber respectful thanks to the woman passing out blankets. Fishlegs sat down on the other side of the table staring at his own bowl of thin broth. His limp hair falling in his face. He hadn't said anything either. His parents both worked on the boats and were the first to catch ill and recover. They laid in bed waiting for the quarantine to end. Some blamed them for the onslaught of the fever. Astrid sat down silently down next to Ruffnut. Her face gaunt and her eyes wide. Neither said anything to each other. The mummer of metal silverware scraping against the wooden bowls is accompanied solely by the crackling of fires. Ruffnut's eyes follow the ever changing flame of the candle that sits on the table between them in front of her. It moves sporadically back and forth fighting against and unseen unfelt draft to say alit. Hiccup sits down next to Astrid and lays his head in his arms. "This is hell."
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Ægir- is the Norse god of the sea.
And in cause you couldn't tell those were the symptoms of yellow fever.