How To Train Your Dragon fanfic2


Parasite


Within the comfort and isolation of his cottage in the woods, Fray felt this was the one place he could really relax and marvel at his success. Upon his trophy wall were dozens upon dozens of skulls, half of them were dragon skulls before the Dragon/Viking Truce, even now they were still trophies, but they hadn't been the only beasts he had obtained victory over in his past, many other dangerous, threat-opposing monsters had been marked prey, and so they were hunted and made trophies to his historical past, and his new addition to the wall was the Jabberwock skull, now cleaned of the skin and fur. It looked rather nice without those hideous features.

This time, however, he didn't marvel the skull, or any of his other victories, his attention was magnetized to the strange, spidery creature he had come across while on his last hunt. After securing a bandage around his forearm to stabilize the wound, he had placed the insect onto a dissection tray, took a seat at his desk, and placed his mask beside his mug.

A scalpel in hand, he sliced the bug open to examine what's inside it, to unlock its secrets, to see what makes it tick. Upon first lying his eyes on it, it was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen, it had to be some type of predator, given its behavior and motive to jump at him. But something didn't add up with that theory, this thing had no natural weapons of its own. No claws, no teeth, no venom, no acid, it had nothing, only six legs to get around, four tentacles on its front, and a spiny tail with, what appears to be, its eye receptacle. It actually didn't have bones at all, just some thick membrane support all throughout its body, mimicking the purpose of bones.

He sipped at his mug and pondered on this insect, according to what he had recorded on his notepad, the creature has the behavior instinct of a hunter, but wasn't equipped with the strength or qualities to live an independent life. Where these things hibernate to stay safe from other, much larger predators was unknown. How it plans to survive within the woods was unknown. Where it came from and why it suddenly occurs during a hunt was a bizarre coincidence. And with that, he was actually quite fascinated.

He wondered if there were any more of this creatures out there, he could only imagine what he could learn from them. Obviously, there was nothing he could learn from this dead specimen, for he had slain it before he could witness its true purpose and potential. All he knew, after yesterday, was that it was an insect without natural or physical abilities to survive on its own, yet it means to be a predator.

Fray place his mug back on the desk and reclaimed his mask. He adjusted his wrist sling loaded it with small tranquilizing darts, all of which dipped with a soporific drug. He tied a small bag onto his belt to contain the tranq-darts, and sheathed at least three bowie knives next to the bag. He collected one of his auto-reload crossbows and loaded it with a magazine of arrows, he strapped two back-up magazines to his belt along with two steel bolas, in case he needed them. Finally, he holstered his machete on his back, donned his mask over his face, and headed outside.

The sun appeared to shine even brighter as he stepped out of his cottage, as if excited or enraged by his presence. He was going to see if he could find some more of those insects, to study them a little, and then try to catch one of them... alive. Which is why he picked up a wooden box, something to hold and contain one of those odd spiders without it attempting to attack.

Suddenly, he spotted another creature, flying in the sky, given its black color as it flew across the light blue sky, one would have to be blind in ordered to miss it. From what he could tell, it was a dragon, no... even more surprising, it was a Night Fury. Ironic, after he was done examining a specimen of a newly discovered insect, the very dragon he dreamed of hunting abruptly appears out of nowhere. What's more to add: he could see something on the dragon's back... a boy?

Of course, he thought to himself, remembering the news of a young viking who had tamed a Night Fury and revealed to the island of Berk that dragons weren't really a threat. A young man who, throughout the cooperation of a dragon, had slain the mightiest of all dragons, and had done so and made it out alive, mostly. Why, he wondered, was the boy doing out here in the forest, so far away from the village?


While all of the children played and rode on their pet dragons, Gobber the Belch glanced at them with a smiling face before turning his attention back to his associates to inspect their progress. Considering Stoic the Vast, Hiccup's father, was away for the next month, he had been left in charge of the village until he returned. Quite typical, he thought, he had always been stuck with watching over things while he was away, and frankly, he wasn't sure of what would happen if he wasn't there. Sure, when he had sailed with the others to the dragons' nest, all of the recruits had taken the training dragons and flew to their rescue, which he actually saw as a good call given their progress with the big dragon.

Already, this morning, he had checked the progress of the farmers and shepherds, and both groups had good results from what they had told him. It seemed like a relief too, now that the dragons no longer had a reason to raid them, they wouldn't have to worry about destroyed crops or missing sheep. Now all that was needed to do was hear the lumberjack's progress and he'll be free and off duty to go about his own business.

Upon seeing the group of lumberjacks pulling a carriage of tree logs, more than he thought was anticipated. He smiled at them arriving right on cue, however, it aroused his suspicion when he say that one a few of them were pulling the carriage without any assistance from a dragon. Perhaps they've all been working out without him knowing, it seemed likely.

Gobber approached the chief lumberjack in charge, "Dat's a nice, big load of wood yuh've got. Any trouble bringing 'em back?"

"Naw, no trouble at all," the lumberjack replied, "the trees fell like corn crops being cut down by scissors, and carrying 'em here was too easy. They're all light as a feather, I could've carried a few on my back."

"That's if you could," Gobber remarked, "the only thing stoppin' ya from doing such a thing is you pigging out on all that ham."

The lumberjack was silent for a minute, but then burst into laughter. He and his associates shared the laugh for a while before they started back to the village with the large load of logs. Gobber walked along side them and tapped his fist on the lumber, acknowledging the echoes inside of it. No wonder it was so light, it must be hollowed out on the inside.


DeaGrimm: I'm sorry, is something wrong?

Tan-Tan Tanuki: Good, because things are gonna get scary in future chapters, just seems fair to warn you.

XCountrySkiier03: Sorry, no action in this chapter, but there will be in future chapters, I just need to write them out. So don't worry, you're hunger for action will be fed :).

Associate Proffeser Evil: Thanx! I'm glad you're liking it.