The Fury in the Night
Chapter 8
-Berk-
Astrid woke up in the Healer's hut and at first was quite confused, then she remembered, the dragon raid, the fire, the Fury….she had lost, he beat her easily too. She got up slowly. The pain in her side was fair for the wound she sustained. Her waist felt worse, and when she looked to see why, she saw several large bruises. She grimaced at the pain, but got up all the same. She saw her mother was asleep in a chair that she seemed to have passed out in.
Astrid shook her head and grabbed her blanket and put it on her mother. She then walked out of the healer's hut and straight into chaos. The village was in a panic. They were storing the yaks and sheep into the Great Hall, hiding the fish and rebuilding as many of their ruined catapults as they could. The raids had destroyed many houses that were now being built up again, but not as homes, more as trenches, cover for archer nests.
Astrid quickly found Fishlegs carrying logs to the catapults. Snotlout was quickly following him, both their faces grim. Even Tuffnut and Ruffnut were helping by building launch-able explosive devices that they had often used to stir up trouble with. Gobber was at the head of it, he had weapons, nails, shields, pulleys, and every imaginable piece equipment being made. He wasn't alone either. Stoick was hammering away with him as well as giving out orders to direct the chaos of building. Not a single person minus Astrid and the wounded, was moving, and she sought to change that. She quickly dashed into the forest. If there was one thing she was good at, it was cutting down trees.
Once she got to the cutting party. She quickly grabbed a spare wood cutting ax and went at it. No one even asked why she was there and not resting. She saw many in the same condition or worse working hard as well. They were desperate, they were down to the last threads of life, and if they were going to survive, they had to adapt and build more, and so she cut her tree down….just like she imagined cutting the Fury down for his dishonorment to her….
-The Ba-gah! The Razor cave!- sun down…
Razor finally woke up. Just as the Fury was putting on the first layer of his armor.
"That time already?" Razor yawned as he stretched. His fingers had cramped horribly he noticed.
"Yes," the Fury replied, clearly not happy the boy had woken up.
"Wow, talkative today aren't we?" Razor snipped.
The Fury merely glared at him.
"Hey whatever, go be traitorous," Razor grumbled.
The Fury stiffed and then growled. "I no traitor, people try kill me, as hatchling! That reason to kill people! They attack family for sport, more reason. People fear what they no understand. They no understand me. They attack me. I attack back. No, I no traitor, I put on different side by people, by very Vikings that call me 'Traitorous'."
Razor blinked. He had been abandoned then….taken in by dragons, the Viking's worst enemy, and then trained by dragons and some by himself if that ax throw was any indication.
"….I'm sorry…"
The Fury huffed, but relaxed slowly.
"It okay, you no know, I no chose who I be, I only do what I think right. No greater path than that."
Razor looked up at the Fury. The guy in his own right was very admirable. He had his own morals, he had nothing but the dragons and he used that to his advantage. He created his own gear, probably by watching smiths work in his free time and learned from watching , and then probably though trial and error. He had been though hundreds of adventures, survived them all and come out on top, never failing. He was a survivor, a true human in his own right.
"I…I admire you in a lot of ways," Razor spoke softly.
The Fury looked a bit taken away.
"Now granted, you could have less human blood on your hands, but you did it in the name of keeping you and your family safe….from us. I'm truly sorry. You have every reason to slaughter us by the thousands, rally all the dragons you can and just destroy the human race, but….you don't. You instead deal with the things we don't see. Deal with threats no one else sees but you and you act on them when others won't," Razor continues," I may not like you, but I do respect you. You have….done extraordinary things. And you continue to do them, despite our blindness."
Now it was the Fury's turn to blink in shock. He then nodded. He looked down and put on his gauntlets.
"Be ready, you leave cave tomorrow," the Fury said softly.
Razor looked at him oddly.
"Thank you," were the words Razor said just as softly as the Fury and the Night Fury opened the cave entrance.
The Fury nodded, then the boulder closed the entrance and Razor was alone once more.
-Berk- Night's Falling
Hiccup looked down on the Vikings as the dragons came for the raid. The Vikings had worked tirelessly to fortify their position, and he had to say, he was impressed. Archer nests with large cross bows on the sides, six per nest, several catapults, ballista, explosive projectiles, and several new battlements he hadn't seen before, possibly traps. The Vikings had decided on their battle ground, and he had to say, it was impressive. But it wouldn't do them any good. Toothless moved like a shadow in the night.
'There, the first catapult, take it down,' Hiccup whispered to his brother.
Toothless' response to his brother's suggestion was explosive.
The catapult fell quickly after the explosion. With that, the dragons descended. Toothless shot off his twelve shots at Hiccup's direction before at Hiccup's request, did Toothless drop Hiccup off. Hiccup chose a part of the village that was mostly deserted, but also held some of the more important family Halls. He had a note for the Chief.
He picked out a small knife, one that was not often used and pinned it to the door before running into the fray a wild grin on his face as he rushed into battle under his mask.
-The Rescuer-
Hiccup ran straight for the nearest Viking and quickly put him to the ground. He then stabbed the poor Viking in the calf. The man screamed in agony, alerting every person within 40 yards that he had been stabbed before passing out.
Hiccup snorted, he'd taken way worse wounds and had managed to stay awake for hours before finally passing out. He pulled out the blades and charged the surprised mass.
The Vikings panicked. They saw what he could do, and began to run for the nearest battlement they could.
The few that hadn't panicked he confronted personally. He didn't mind the screams of them calling him a traitor, or bastard, unholy abomination, etc. they meant nothing to him. All he wanted was a revenge, retribution, and closure to the experience that the slavers forced upon him. No more would they hurt people. No more would they kill. No more would they steal freedom.
Eventually he came across someone very familiar. The captain's son. The heart stealer. It was unfortunate he lost sight of the boy as an ax came very close to taking his head off that is if it could get by the armor.
He growled and attacked his challenger. He recognized her, it was the girl from the other night that was on the fire brigade. Hiccup quickly and swiftly knocked one of her legs out, the preceded to break her ax by cutting the hilt in half as she was unbalanced. She fell in shock and from the force of her ax being destroyed (again) However he was intervened by a throwing knife from putting her down. He back flipped and looked for his attacker. He spotted the captain's son, the captain's swords themselves, drawn and in a challenging position.
Hiccup glared death at the boy, he would die.
Hiccup attacked, claws out. He slashed low at the boy left sword. The boy attempted to counter by parrying but found his blade stuck in the blades of the Hiccup's gauntlets but stopped, unfortunately however, that meant the parry didn't work. Hiccup quickly kicked the boy's pelvis to unbalance him and then followed up by sinking his claws into the boy's shoulder. He howled in pain, and back peddled away from Hiccup the second Hiccup pulled his claws out. Hiccup attacked again, this time with a swift uppercut from his claws. The boy defended himself by slamming down his swords, going in between the claws and stopping the punch.
Hiccup grinned as he slashed down with his free fist and broke both blades at the same time. The blades shattered when Hiccup's claws broke them, sending the pieces flying everywhere. Hiccup felt the shards his armor and watched as the pieces shredded the young man in front of him with hundreds of small cuts and metal pieces. Hiccup then back slashed with his claws, sending the boy backward and onto the ground. He stared at the Fury with pain screaming in his eyes, but with that pain, defiance.
Suddenly two spears hit the ground next to Hiccup. Hiccup saw the Viking hoard closing in. He gave his Night Fury call and ran for the cliff, but he was cut off by more Vikings. They had surrounded him will he had been fighting. Clever. It explained why he had a lack of resistance when he was fighting those two. The giant hulking mass that was the Chief came toward him.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Fury, maybe they should have called you the Coward instead," the Chief jabbed at him.
Hiccup chuckled too. "Last man call me coward have no teeth, or arms," Hiccup jabbed back.
"That so? Well, since you're so strong, let's see you beat all of us."
"No, better things to do then kick stupid Viking arse."
"Well how about you come with me instead, no harm will come to you if you surrender peacefully."
"That lie. I put in prison, then tried, then killed."
"Not necessarily, you could go to the prison for life."
"That no life, that nothing. That near worse then what slavers do to me."
"Oh so a runaway slave are we?"
"No, taken in night, free then not, you not understand, but someone you love might."
The Chief stopped walking around in a circle around Hiccup and stared right at him, anger in his eyes.
"Where is my son!?" Stoick yelled.
"Safe. I take leave now," Hiccup stated before lifting his tightening his muscles preparing for his brother to swoop down and picked him up.
"No, you will be staying ri-" whatever the Viking chief was going to it say was lost to Hiccup as Toothless grabbed him and flew off with Hiccup safely in his paws. Both him and Toothless laughed as Toothless went up and free fell so Hiccup could get on Toothless' back. They then few back into the clouds where the Vikings couldn't see them and flew back to the cave.
-Berk-
Astrid was trying to get up, but the stab wounds in her shoulder were preventing her from getting up. Just as she was about to call for help someone out stretched their hand to help her up. She took it and was pulled up. She groaned in pain, but shrugged it off as she looked up to see her helper.
Too her surprise it was the captain's son.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, but you're not, we need to get you to the healer now!" Astrid stated as she saw the blood pouring out of various cuts and stab wounds.
She put herself under his outstretched arm and helped him to the healer, despite that he said he was fine. Astrid could see him getting paler by the second.
Half way their Astrid, desperate to keep him awake, started a converstation.
"So, what's your name?" She asked.
"Oh, um, Javson, yours'?" he said weakly. The blood loss was taking its toll on both of them
"Astrid, so where you from Javson?"
"An island south of the Barbaric Archipelago."
"What's it like?"
"It's warmer there, but it rains a lot. Other than that, just trees, the occational rock, and lots of farm fields."
"Your mom live there?"
"Yeah, me and my dad go to see her occasionally."
"Astrid!" someone yelled in front of her. It was her mother.
Astrid gulped. She was so in trouble.
"Mom, I need some help, we're both injured," Astrid yelled back. She prayed that she wouldn't get into too much trouble.
From there it was all a blur for the two of them. They both had to get stiches, through which Ingrid was muttering curses under her breath as she sewed up Astrid, and both of them were on orders to not move for a week at least.
Astrid and Javson spent the night talking and eventually nodded off with smiles on their lips.
Yes! I got it done!
Okay, now as many of you have guessed, I'm a busy person, so two chapters in a week, that is not something I take lightly. So make of it what you will. I hope you liked it, and I'll see you lot later.
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