A/N: 10th chapter is up. Things are pretty dark here, but could one expect anything less from fierce dragons? This one is told mainly from Fireworm's POV, with some Hiccup and even Frostbite mixed in. DISCLAIMER: Not mine. What do you mean "what isn't mine?", I think the answer is obvious... Chapter 10: Ice and Fire
Thanks for reviewers... oh wait, I mean reviewer. (Why don't ppl review more, it's not like you have to write a wall of text?) But yeah, thanks Darkdagers :)
Fireworm stopped to sniff. She was now sure that she smelled a faint trait of Snotlout's scent. She couldn't hold herself back any longer; she had to see her human, had to make sure that he was all right. She sprinted across the large cave, ignoring the shouting Hiccup that she had left behind. The boy could wait, now it was only important for her to find Snotlout. He would be okay, the Night Fury had promised to protect him after all, so there was no need to worry, was there?
At the back part of the cave was another tunnel leading deeper in the mountain. Fireworm could smell that Snotlout had gone there. What she didn't like was that the scent of the Ruthless Frostbites was all over there. She sneaked in the frozen tunnel, following her nose. This tunnel was nothing like the one they had come in. No, this was far curvier and a bit spacier. Also this one's walls, ceiling, floor, all was covered in glittering ice, which was scratched by some large claws.
Why has he gone here…? There's nothing good at the end of this tunnel.
The scent of the teen was getting a bit stronger and after few more curves Fireworm could see her human. The Viking was standing there, holding his mace high on air like he was going to hit something in front of him. His other arm was in a position like he was trying to cover himself from something. Except that there was nothing else there. In addition, Snotlout was still, very still. Too still. Fireworm felt her heart beat like crazy when she approached the teen. He was just standing there like a statue. No… Light was reflecting from him like he was made of glass. No. Actually, not glass but ice. NO!
It was true, she couldn't deny it. Snotlout was frozen with a fierce expression on his face, charging against now long gone opponent. He would never move again. The reality was unbearable; Fireworm let her fire rise up with her anger. She let her fire burst out like never before: she burned the whole tunnel; she melted the ice, burned the walls and scorched the ground, she let her fire burn everything at her reach except the teen.
When her gas was running low she cut the flow of fire and closed her jaws. This was not what she was supposed to do, burning some rocks. Snotlout had been everything to her; she had been a prisoner in a small cage for a long time in miserable conditions, and he had come to free her. He had been so gentle and understanding, he had treated her like no one before. Now he was gone, her savior, friend, only one who really understood her.
Fireworm nuzzled the Snotlout's body that was now lying on ground after beginning to melt. Never would she saw again the smile on his face that made her life worth of living. Never again… never… she could do nothing that would change this. Her whole world had collapsed; there was nothing left for her anymore. No, actually there was one thing she had to do before she could follow her human to the void. One thing she had to do, as a final favor to Snotlout: she had to revenge! Fireworm welcomed the rising anger as it replaced the pain she felt in her heart. Flames of hatred were burning in her heart, pure wrath giving her power. Revenge was now her only purpose; she would kill those that were responsible of her human's death, or she would die trying to do that. Revenge. Nothing else but revenge. She made a long, vibrating screech and darted deeper into the tunnel.
I hope you are prepared, bitch, I'm gonna rip off your limbs one by one!
The female Frostbite's pupils narrowed in hatred when she heard a screech echoing from the tunnel to her chamber. She could tell that the voice belonged to the Monstrous Nightmare that had taken away the thing that she loved most: her mate. He hated every single red scale of that disgusting beast; she would kill it slowly and painfully… no, that was not enough punishment for it. No amount of physical pain could make the Nightmare feel the same amount of suffer that she was feeling. She could try to feed it alive to her hatchlings, though. Then they could have a revenge for their father, too. It sounded good enough, but first she would take out it eyes like she had done to the pathetic Night Fury, which she had left to die in its wounds. She hoped that that black devil would suffer for a long time before dying, it had deserved every bit of pain that it had.
Claws snapping on icy surface waked the Frostbite mother from her thoughts. She gestured her hatchlings to get behind her, then she prepared to face the thing that she hated most. It wasn't long before the red Nightmare appeared from the tunnel, growling at her furiously. She answered with a wrath-filled snarl, letting her cold hate materialize in her throat. The Nightmare was aware of the situation and countered her mist with its fire. She roared her anger at its face; she knew too well that her ice-breath was not meant for direct combat but for surprise attacks. But it didn't matter; freezing would have been far too gentle death for it.
The fool of a dragon charged straight against her, before the smoke had diminished. Like it had any chance, she was at least two times larger than it was.
A good while passed before Hiccup was able to think somewhat properly again, it was like his brains were jammed. Gods how much he wanted to take Toothless' place as the one lying there severely wounded, with pierced eye. Why the gods were so unfair! What had Toothless done to deserve this?
Nothing, it's all my fault! I could have figured out something else than this trip! Punish me, it was MY decision, therefore it's ME who should be suffering now! No answer, nothing happened. Don't you listen to what I am saying!
Toothless wailed and let his head to rest on his forepaws again.
He must have lost lots of blood, what I am doing; I should be helping him already!, Hiccup panicked.
"I'm not gonna lose you bud. Everything will be fine, just hold on for a bit longer, and try to keep your eyes… eye open. I'll send Astrid to get medical supplies." Hiccup scratched Toothless behind the ear, just like the Night Fury liked it. "I'll never leave you like that again, just try to hold on", he whispered.
"ASTRID! ASTRID, WHERE ARE YOU? ASTRID, COME HERE!"
Flames, flames and fire. Real, hot flames and flames of hatred. Fireworm was burning, both literally and figuratively. She enjoyed the groans and hisses of the larger dragon when her claws made their way through its weak underside. She enjoyed the feel of flesh giving up in front of her talons. She enjoyed the smell of blood that was pouring from the wounds that she had inflicted. She enjoyed the sight of a ripped-off wing that was lying on the ground. That creature had taken away her life, and there was nothing else that she could enjoy anymore than its torment.
Fireworm leaped backwards and avoided a slashing tail. The Frostbite growled and whipped its tail again, but she was faster, again. It had trusted in its size, thought that it would be a major advantage to it. Hah. She was quick and agile, and that clumsy, pathetic ice-breather could never land a hit on her. Like ice could ever have a chance to win over fire. She snarled irritatingly to the Frostbite. This was almost over, she could leave now and it would die in blood loss, but she preferred to kill it with her own claws.
It charged one last time. Fireworm was ready and as it closed in, she ducked under its head and leaped up, shutting her jaws tightly around its throat. For Snotlout! Blood was flowing down her jaws, in her mouth, pouring on ground; blood was everywhere. The large dragon staggered and fell. Her revenge had colored its almost-white scales to deep crimson.
Some terrified whines coming from back of the chamber gained her attention. There were three sky blue Ruthless Frostbite hatchlings, about the size of a pony, seeking protection from each other. Fireworm looked at the hatchlings. They were so weak and helpless; she could kill them all in a blink of an eye. Why to bother though, as she could just as well leave them to starve here? Decided and done, she thought as she walked out of the chamber, over the cooling body of the cold dragon. The murderer was dead, but her revenge was not yet complete. The Frostbite was not only thing that was responsible of Snotlout's death, so her flames would have to burn once more.
I'll enjoy nothing more than ripping the heart out of the cursed traitor, if he still dares to be alive!
The story is now coming to an ending, expect the final chapter to be up tomorrow. While waiting for that, you can review and try to affect the ending, lol :P