Moments of Weakness

The Fourth Time: Falling

Toothless cowered as he watched his fellow dragons flee from the island, the Vikings trying to catch and kill them as they fled but they just flew over the reach of their metal claws and those stiff tails they hold in the hands. His brothers and sisters could fly away, but the Viking's fates were already sealed into the pebbles of this ancient, sacred beach.

They would die.

The Green Death, the Cannibal, the Tyrant King, would make sure no human would survive. He came by his many titles honestly. He was forever hungry. Forever angry. And he would be forever cruel.

Toothless could hear Him, clawing his way from the centre of the volcano his kind called their nest. The humans were just standing, their victorious cries meaning nothing. He's coming! He's coming! He's coming! Toothless wondered how these humans were even related to his clever Hiccup. These humans were idiots, senseless. How could they not feel Him, clawing ever closer to the surface. His clever Hiccup would have felt it, his human was special, these other humans couldn't feel like his Hiccup did.

Toothless could feel his claws sinking into the wooden beast that bound him, the metal and wood creaking, but not breaking as he desperately tried to free himself. He's coming! He's coming! Desert! Desert!

Humans noticed Him only as the Tyrant King finally broke his way from the very volcano they had punched a great mouth into, but they had only unleashed their own destruction from it. Their leader, the big male that smelled a bit like Hiccup, had lead them to their death.

The Tyrant King was angry and when he looked at the running humans all he saw was a meal, a good meal. The Vikings were running back to their boats, but the great flames from the Green Death beat them in their race, scorching their wooden, floating frames and their vast sails and in the middle was Toothless. The intense heat of the Tyrant King's flames surrounding him, heating his scales to near painful temperatures. But the damn wood beast held firm and stubborn against the flames.

Toothless struggled. Crashing against the metal restraints and heavy wooden collar, the leather belt holding his mouth shut would not let up its grip and he began to panic. The Green Death would destroy the boats, destroy the Viking's escape, he had already destroyed their great wooden arms and then he would just cruise the island.

A huge cat, playing with an army of mice, delighting in their squeaks and squeals before gobbling them whole. Toothless would be the first to meet the Viking's fate.

All he could think of was his Hiccup, safe and far away from the anger of the Tyrant King.

And then he was in front of him.

His Hiccup was right in front of him, like some miracle from the flames.

The golden-haired female hovered above them upon the back of some brave Nadder who didn't fear the fire. His human ordered them to fly, and the Nadder and the female flew. They were clever, they listened to his Hiccup. They would survive this ordeal.

His Hiccup released his mouth from the leather's grip and then began attacking the wooden and metal beast, Toothless could see now that the other young Vikings had followed his courageous human and they were distracting the Tyrant, but He was growing weary of the interruption from his feast and was grow irritated, especially from one human who was attacking his eyes. The Tyrant shook and staggered, and his heavy tail swept into the boat he was trapped on. Toothless sank and he begged his human to leave him, but Hiccup followed him down still tugging at the metal and his heavy collar.

But Hiccup was human and he quickly succumbed to the water and as Toothless cried to him, his human was taken from him by the big male. At least his clever human could breath again, but Toothless anguished over what the Green Death would do to his Hiccup once he had eaten the other young Vikings, those few brave dragons that were helping them and the army of idiot adults.

Toothless was getting weaker, the water taking its toll, he would never know what happened to his human as his eyes closed.

But a disturbance in the water made him open his eyes and before him was the big male Viking.

Their eyes locked.

An understanding passed between them.

And Toothless was free.

Water exploding from his back and the male's heavy weight in his claws as he broke the surface and Hiccup was with him, they were together, they were ready, they would fight for the others, for the idiot adults, for the brave young Vikings and for his oppressed brothers and sisters and the brave Nadder, and Nightmare, and Gronkle and Zippleback.

Toothless and Hiccup reached the air and never had Toothless felt so powerful, not even when he had helped his brethren raid the Vikings dens. This power was the weight on his back, how Hiccup's weight would shift and and how the dragon would follow him unquestioning. His human urged, didn't order, his fire and his flames to the Tyrant. Saving the female and the brave Nadder who fought against the mouth of the Green Death. Toothless caught the golden female as she fell, her thanks written in her strange facial snarl that Toothless had realised was a good human expression.

He remembered he had never got the chance to thank her for keeping his Hiccup save when the big Vikings had trapped and imprisoned him.

He returned her smile gladly.

They were alone now. He and Hiccup. There was no one else to help, the brave dragons were tired, the young Viking's knew only Hiccup and Toothless could do anything now. The Green Death was after them, wings that had not been used in centuries, perhaps for years even Toothless could not count, were back in the air again. The Tyrant was mad, He chased them like the night chases the setting sun, caring not for the obstacles in His way. He was like a storm that never ended, chasing Toothless' tail through the stacks of rocks and ancient archways, destroying the sacred beach. He cared not about the sacrilege, he just wanted revenge for being made a fool. That a tiny dragon, that dared allow one of the humans on to its back, was challenging Him, was challenging Him and surviving.

His Hiccup was smarter, more clever, had more power in a way. He led Toothless to the darkness and they were the ones in control now. The Tyrant King knew it too. He looked but couldn't see, he listened but could not hear there quiet wings over his own great flaps causing clouds to swirl.

His Hiccup gave the urge, and Toothless called forth his flames.

The Tyrant King was screaming.

And Toothless was delighted in it.

He and his Hiccup were the most powerful here, they were the rulers, they were the tyrants, and they were fighting for something worthwhile.

The Green Death cast his fire in desperation and anger, the pain driving him irate and the flames caught his new tail. His Hiccup saw and they dove to the ground, the angry Tyrant after them roaring and screaming behind them. His clever Hiccup was waiting for something.

And his clever Hiccup then called to him again, they turned, his fire was true and the Tyrant's mouth erupted with flames. The ground appeared below them and the Tyrant spread his wings, tattered from their earlier attack, they could not stop His great bulk.

Toothless opened his wings, and he and his Hiccup were safe, outrunning the flames as the Tyrant died.

Then it all went wrong.

The power Toothless had felt disappeared.

The flames had taken his tail...

... and the Tyrant's tail took his Hiccup.

Toothless screamed, his wings were useless, but his Hiccup had no wings at all. I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!

He followed his human. I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!

The flames swallowed them both.

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