The idea for this came to me at 4:30am a couple weeks ago. First ever fic I've written from a second person perspective. It got a little darker than I expected but I blame the person who posted a certain LJ community entry for the idea. I mean, before I read it I never considered that Toothless might've been responsible for what happened to Hiccup's leg but now it makes perfect sense. Hope you like it anyway
You plummet through fire, trying to find the small body just ahead
The body of the boy that saved your life
You hold onto the hope that he is still alive as you spot him tumbling through the air
You strain to reach him but your legs are just too short
As the ground appears through the smoke and flames, you make a split-second decision
You reach out and catch his leg in your teeth, slowing his fall but you feel bones cracking under the force
Pulling him to yourself, you wrap your wings around as the ground rushes up