Hiccup and I were doing a usual flight, soaring above Berk while enjoying the sunset. I glanced up at my rider. He looked excited and free, with a smile on his face like he usually had when we went on flights, and I was glad for it. We had both been through so much at the hands of those Outcasts. I growled, thinking about them; not only were they cruel to me and Hiccup, they also mistreated many good dragons (though I have no love for Whispering Deaths).
There was a weight in my claws, and I looked down at it. The no-good turn-scale Mildew. I growled at him, teeth bared, and was satisfied to see terror on his face. Although he was half Mildew's height, my Hiccup was more than twice the man of this worm in my claws.
In my other claw was none other than Alvin. I growled even more threateningly at him than at Mildew, barely keeping myself from shooting a fire ball at him. He had the good sense to be frightened of an incredibly angry Night Fury.
I flew on, with these two in my grasp, to my old nest, pretty much empty since Hiccup and I took out the fake-Queen. I flew into the heart of the nest, over the pit which I knew was a volcano at its heart. Poetic justice that those who harm dragons and their riders are harmed by the Dragon nest. Bye-bye. And they dropped far down, concealed by the mist hovering above the pit.
(Hiccup pov)
I looked where Toothless was sleeping, and doing his dragon smile in his sleep. Whatever he's dreaming about, it must be a pretty good dream.
This was intended to be funny, but I kind of feel like it just turned out sort of dark. And, I have a question for you more regular httyd writers, why do you say that Toothless has paws? Dragons don't have paws, they have claws. Right? And what on earth are we supposed to call that dragon behemoth, anyway? I just went with "Fake-Queen" because I feel like the dragons aren't going to have a very high opinion of him/her/it. Well, I hope you enjoyed this little story. R&R