Alright, whoever has the Hit List; you better have moved Mildew to the top of it! Other than that, the Season Finale was AWESOME! I was freaking out at the end when Alvin actually trains that Whispering Death! And when Hiccup's dragons came to rescue him! That right there, man, that's a bond! Alvin could never compete, he doesn't stand a chance against Hiccup and his dragons! I'm all for Berk! Go team Hiccup!
In other news, I finally got another story idea! I'm so excited, that I'm willing to tell you the summary of it:
Title: It Comes At Night
Summary: Strange occurrences begin to take place after dark on Berk when the village's livestock get stolen. Each night, more and more is taken, but the situation doesn't get dire until one moonless night when Hiccup vanishes as well.
It's going to be kind of dark mainly because of the creature and its habits.
-This will be published as soon as I'm done with this current story—I can only do one story at a time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Hiccup knelt down close to the water's edge, cupping his hands to scoop out the clear liquid and bringing it up to his mouth so he could drink. He did this repeatedly as his body was deprived of its nourishment for hours upon hours. He had to breathe deeply between each cup as the task took energy from the speed he was going.
The Changewing, whom Hiccup found out was a female and he named her Kamel (pronounced exactly like chameleon, but just the first part and it's spelled with a k instead of a ch), sat off to the side watching as the young Viking drank desperately. She figured the boy must have been hungry too and got up, trotting off into the forest.
Hiccup splashed water on his face to cool himself down. The island's temperature was much higher than any other Hiccup has been too. He's always seen snow and cold wind chills, but here, the nights' temperature was like Berk's midday weather as this island's midday weather was like—well, nothing he's ever experienced before. It wasn't a drastic change, just that you could definitely tell the difference.
Hiccup lifted his head up and veered it around at the sound of Kamel leaving. She trotted off into the woods for unknown reasons to him and he furrowed his brows, getting up and following her.
"Kamel, where are you going?" he called out to her. He heard rustling in the trees and looked up. Kamel was wrestling with a branch, trying to pick it off from the rest of the tree. With a snap, it broke away and Kamel ventured back down to the ground beside Hiccup. She dropped the tree branch into Hiccups arms, Hiccup smiling as the branch contained fruit. Ripe fruit, he concluded, as he picked one off and tasted it. He hadn't realized how hungry he was, much like how thirsty he was. He smiled and thanked the Changewing, petting her on the head and scratching her near the neck. Kamel sqeaked cheerfully at the pleasure and Hiccup laughed. It reminded him of Toothless, and then his smile vanished.
Kamel stopped squirming when the pleasant treatment stopped; looking back at the boy to see what was up. He sported a frown on his face looking like he was deep in thought, or rather thinking about something that made him sad. She cooed softly, and nudged Hiccup's side.
"I have to find Toothless." He said seriously, "The Berserkers might still be after him and Dagur…" Hiccup shook his head and mounted Kamel. She flew up was Hiccup patted her head and headed back to the mountain they flew over before.
Thornado roared into the sky, He and his riders both flying farther and farther away from Berk. It wasn't the first time they had to go on a little trip that same day.
Stoick had the reign gripped firmly, unconsciously strengthen that grip at the possibility of them finding the teens, and his son. It has been days since they disappeared. Stoick asked around the tribe if they'd seen it, Bucket and Mulch claimed they last saw them flying out to sea. Why? No one knew. Gobber kept saying they probably wanted to try some new navigation techniques he's been teaching them and might have gotten lost. Stoick gave him dumbfounded look at that one as if they knew how to navigate, they wouldn't have gotten lost. Therefore, his teachings obviously didn't register and would be no use to them if they couldn't remember a single word Gobber said.
The obvious choice for searching would be at sea. Perhaps they found an island, or got caught up in a storm, or worse, ran into someone whom they'd be better off without meeting. [or D all of the above] Whatever it was, Stoick and Gobber were out here, looking, calling, and hoping.
It felt lonely back at the house the nights were Stoick was by himself. No Hiccup, no Toothless, no one but him, and the roaring fire, and his wooden ducks. He stopped carving them the last two nights, couldn't bring himself to do it; even though it soothed his stress, without knowing where Hiccup was, or if he was alright made it difficult to sit around and do nothing. Sometimes he found himself venturing upstairs, only to find the place deserted.
He sighed and shook his head of the hurtful thoughts. Gobber from behind, brought his hooked hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, looking afar, high and low to see if he could spot anything. The sea was empty—besides from its water—and the skies were clear of any dragons.
"I don't see anything, Stoick." He informed his friend. He was squinting his eyes to see further out, but with no success. Stoick did the same, but ended up with the same results as Gobber. Stoick's eyes dropped before shutting, his head lowering in defeat. Gobber noticed and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, we'll find them." He reassured him, receiving a thoughtful glance back. Stoick focused ahead and tugged on the reigns to lead Thornado to the northwest.
Toothless continued to sniff the ground, moving quickly as he did, following the scent of his little Hiccup. He ran up the steep slope, to gain momentum before making a frightful leap across a trench. Landing on the other side steadily, he trotted forward with nose near the rock surface. The climb up the mountain was treacherous, but nothing was going to keep him from his Hiccup.
Toothless was so focused on his sense of smell that he hadn't noticed the figure silently following behind him. Dagur crept along, keep up with the Night Fury all the while staying undetected. Wasn't a hard task for him, he loved it, it was a thrill. Though there wasn't any blood in the task; he smiled to himself as he thought,
…But there will be, and little precious Hiccup will be the donor.
Sorry, this chapter is like ridiculously small. Short notice and I haven't got a lot of time. If I didn't do it now I would have kept pushing it off, and besides, I want to start on my next story! Still a few more chapters to go; roughly 2, maybe 3 more.
Thanks for the continuous reviews and likes. I thank you!
