Reckless... Or Selfless?
A HttyD Fanfiction
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Rated T for Graphic/Detailed Blood and Injury... Also, there's references to cannibalism. Like, it's actually kinda obvious...
Genres are Hurt/Comfort/General
Set in Race to the Edge, mid-Season 2, after Ep.9
Warnings- Head canons, such as the cousin-relationship between Hiccup and Snotlout will be displayed. Also, possible Hiccstrid later on.
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Having a slowly dying person in your arms after being attacked is bad enough. Change the details to, I don't know, maybe a RAPIDLY dying cousin, trapped in an unstable icy cavern with a CANIBALLISTIC dragon, after being ambushed and currently hunted by Dragon Hunters, with ABSOLUTELY no means to call for help? Welcome to Snotlout's amazing weekend.
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CHAPTER THREE: Death and Fury
The large dragon screeched, furious as it rammed into the icy wall once again. It could smell them, all of them!
Hungry, hUnGRRy, HUNNgrrrYyy... YoUUR'e hUNgrryY...! A horrible voice chimed in the back of her mind, nagging and taunting the dragon. The dragon swore she could hear many, so many voices, laughing and roaring at her, mocking her, each one of them skeletal corpses of her prey she used to tower over, and eat with no mercy or remorse.
She also knew, that once she was freed from this awful prison of ice and wood and metal, that terrible feeling, the desire to eat, feed, would return with the normal full force that drove the creature to feast on her own kind. Her brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers...
The Deathsong shook her head if those depressing thoughts, bitterly countering them with the circle of life. The food chain. The laws of nature. Each one making her once again feeling at ease with her way of life.
She knew and recognised the three smells in the air, while they were only faint, she had never mistaken one of her prey for another.
Very few escaped her terrible jaws, and when they did, it was by chance or sheer luck, never mercy. Mercy. It was a strange word to her, she didn't know of such a thing. When she was young, other dragonets, her friends, had tried to tell her of the emotion, show her it mattered. To her chagrin, she had ignored them, and now look at where she was.
If there anything she was guilty about, it was the end of her friends' life. The lives, that she took.
Just as they were about to flood into her shallow mind and take her heart under for those brief, sane moments she treasured, the sound of a roar tore her away, and she rid herself of such thoughts, for the thoughts of food, meat and blood... She licked her chops, wishing for the sweet, savoury taste of dragons' blood on her teeth, coating her tongue. That was no doubt the sound of a Night Fury... Yes, a Night Fury... The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death itself, as vikings called it.
She had never eaten one before, trapped one, yes; her mind wandered into dark depths of no emotion as she took flight, gliding around the area in a desperate attempt to find the source of the desperate dragon.
Now, that she thought about it, was the dragon afraid of her? Did he even know she was here? Did he remember her?
Such questions dwindled into nothing, as the heavenly, yet sadistic and cruel thoughts took her under, allowing her to slip into what she was, that was displayed painfully on her hind foot by those awful Dragon Hunters, oh so long ago...
She was the Dragon Cannibal...
...The Deathsong.
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Toothless roared, charging into the blue wall again. He was cold, so cold, and he had to find his Hiccup. If he was like this... He didn't want to think about that, no, he had to keep trying, he just had to.
He could hear the flapping of wings, the constant hum of a voice from outside the ice, which led him to believe there was a way out, and there was someone else here...
Who, he had no idea, but he had a hunch that it was a dragon... Possibly Hookfang?
No matter who, or what, it was, Toothless felt it was useful; or, to be precise, more useful than walls and shards of ice. And that more than enough motive to get him going.
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After what felt like hours on end of pushing against the walls, he slumped down in exhaustion. Every single muscle in his body seemed to ache. His legs felt slightly wobbly, as he stood up, and took multiple steps back to the far wall, and inhaled- Well, it was better late than never, right? He couldn't resist a light chortle a that, as he shot a powerful Plasma Blast at the wall.
The ice was incinerated and it shattered, creating a large gaping hole in the wall, as the ground seemed to shake and groan slightly.
Toothless gulped, as he stepped forward, dread seeping through his body as he walked.
He poked his black head out of the hole first, followed by the rest of his body shortly afterwards.
What he saw shocked him greatly; he saw what looked like a huge 'mining complex' as his rider and Fishlegs referred to it, from their books. He saw wood platforms that had broken off, metal support beams. In the middle, a huge hole went deep down, huge and spacious. He could tell it was abandoned, although that didn't come as much of a surprise. There was random, giant spikes of ice here and there, piercing through structures, through the rock walls.
Also, it seemed as if it was a miracle the thing was still intact and stable.
It was clearly obvious that much of the place had either collapsed, or been destroyed, but some of it looked like nothing had ever happened.
Toothless suddenly jumped, hearing a loud noise, and turned his head... And he suddenly realised he would have been safer in the cave... As in, the type of safe that keeps you away from cannibalistic Deathsongs...
…Which just so happened to be created from his amazing luck. Wait...
WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!
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A/N:
Yeah... And it's getting tense.
Well, I don't really have much to say here... Other than one, totally small thing. 'cough' Excuse me, I meant request. Warning, about to get loud here, in 3, 2, 1...
WHAT DO I NAME THE DEATHSONG?
Yeah, this beauty is gonna need a name. Because, well, I generally don't have dragons be 'evil' in my fanfictions. It's a long story, so I think I'll save it for possible another time.
HOW YOU CAN NAME HER:
Well, you can leave a suggestion/list of names in a review, or if you seriously wanna go that far, you can PM me, but what I'm going to do is gather up some names, and put them onto a Poll, hopefully attached to this fic- that is, presuming I can actually figure it out.
Well, that's it for now! Like always, can't guarantee the date of the next update.
EVERYYDAYY A LITTLE DEATHH, FOR EVERRYYY DAYY I DIE... (Seriously, keep this in mind...)
Crystallion12
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SHOUTOUTS:
(Sorry for how late they are)
Dannrose- Unfortunately, that is so true. I find this trait in those who don't really watch the show, and thus haven't seen the great episodes such as 'S2 E5 Race to Fireworm Island' and ' S3 E13 Total Nightmare', so they don't really know about his softer side. That's one thing among many I want to shine in this fanfiction. Personally, I agree wholly with you, completely and honestly, and one of my desires on here is to explore it, so you can expect to see such content from me in the future! Thanks for the review!
FabinaForever11- Thanks! I do try my hardest, so you amazing guys can get the fanfictions you deserve! :D
LightningAndDeathItself218- Sorry, buddy, but I'm afraid that's a side affect of being a Dragonite... Between you and me, It's also one I love, and now everyone knows... Well, I guess that just means we're gonna be demons from Valhalla together! Wait... No, they're from Hel... Or is it Nolfheim? I'm confused, save me... (Looks at Ipad) Oh. Right.
midnightsky0612- Thanks! That's one of my main goals for all my fics, to make it interesting!
hixup- Couldn't say it better myself, hixup. Maybe with a zillion extra adjectives (me in a nutshell), but still the same. And in total, there will be nine chapters to this, so stay tuned! (Thor, I sound like a commercial...) Thanks!
Zellona- Haha! Yep, we've all been there. Thanks for your review!
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