Don't ask me where I got this from. I suddenly feel like writing from the Green Death's point of view, so, yeah, here we go!

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Prompt: Queen

The Green Death's control over the dragons forced under her command was so strong it was almost a fairy tale. Her enormous mind was powerful even if it had been dulled a bit by the millennia she had lived. Now, faced with a rebel and a puny human on his back, she didn't see any reason why she should tire herself with flying while she could call the Night Fury to come straight into her mouth.

So she did. And he resisted her.

If she had said it fairly, she shouldn't be too surprised. This dragon, unlike the rest, was intelligent and strong. He was, in fact, only three steps under her in the Higher Dragons class, but that shouldn't have mattered. He always submitted in time. So she tried again.

And found herself defiantly blocked out.

Roaring in frustration, for her flight was tiring her, the Green Death tried again, this time pushing harder. Why did his mind suddenly become so strong? Why now, of all times?

This time, the Night Fury drooped a bit, but his companion yelped, and he hastily righted himself again.

With another roar from even more frustration, the Green Death sped up, her powerful wings propelling her forward, almost reaching the traitor and his little friend, but the human bent over and the black dragon shot forward, not too far away but still out of her reach.

It was maddening.

Then the two of them, both idiots, both nasty, pathetic beings, brought her, the glorious Dragon Queen down with not as much hard work as she would have liked.

However, before she plummeted to her death, the Queen saw a flitting image in her mind, no doubt from the falling Night Fury's: a sunny day in a valley with a lake, sitting curled up next to the same human who had helped brought her down, listening to a tale the child was telling. She felt the Night Fury's lips etched up in a smile. Then she felt something else she had not felt for centuries. It was a warm, fulfilling sensation that made her insides heat up, not because she spits fire, but because of that feeling's effect.

After all these years, the Dragon Queen was still able to tell the name of the feeling, taught to her by no one other than her own rider, long, long, long ago: Love.

Suddenly, the Queen understood. The Night Fury blocked her out because he knew that if he gave in, it was not going to be just him who will die. His rider will follow, and she could understand the fear of thinking about his companion's death. That was why he was able to block her out with relative ease. He would risk anything for that boy as she had once risked for her own man, but he had succeeded in keeping him alive, and she had not. She felt a pang of jealousy. The lucky reptile.

Fools, she thought bitterly as the ground rushed to meet her. All fools. All of you.

Nothing is needed to be said except for this: I'm working on a Toothless-turned-human fanfic with a new twist, so...yeah, I'm trying my best. Put me on Author's Alert, all of y'all who wants our favorite dragon to be diminished into a puny human! And this isn't going to be slash! Don't you see? Astrid will butcher Toothless up because Astrid is hers, no matter who he is or what he is.

~the Apprentice