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Hadrian Kallig - Thank you!

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Words - 2,737

Updated - June 1, 2018

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The shock about having magic within her lessened, albeit she did not make such a big deal about it. Toothless was just confused as to how she obtained magic but otherwise let the matter drop.

Hemlock then showed him reason to her visit, with her excitement she showed him the saddle she worked on. Her hands lifted it up in the air, like a mother showing her new born babe.

Toothless ran.

Hemlock had to run around the cove to get the saddle on him, although a human against the fastest dragon alive was an unfair race. Every time it looked like she finally caught up to him he would zoom away with the help of his wings even in a crippled state.

Hemlock tired, collapsed on the ground. Even when she escaped the other teens from their taunts and fists, not once has she been able to get tired so quickly. This time, she might have just met her match with the speed that the Night Fury has. Whom now started to chortle, his own breaths not as desperate as her own.

Hemlock gazed up at him, eyes starting to narrow, and her hands turning into fists. She grabbed the saddle, and swiped it on him before he could move away. With quick movements, her hands tied the saddle around his neck, making it even more secure so that it would not fall off.

Toothless went still, and his laughter grew silent. Hemlock heard him stammer something about "Slytherin," Hmm... She would have to research that later, but at the moment she stood proud, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. His strange eyes turned into a glare and she had to laugh at him.

Grabbing some rope, she tied it to the fake brown tail fin, and got onto the back of the Night Fury. Toothless didn't protest, spread his wings, and took flight. The left hand of Hemlock held the rope tight in the air while they both took laps around the cove. The flight was successful, for a while. When they got over the lake, Hemlock pulled the tail a bit too hard and both got an unexpected swim.

Hemlock was just lucky that the saddle wasn't the final draft.

When everyone was asleep, she added a hook to the saddle, and made a belt with a little rope that could be taken on and off from the hook. Hemlock was proud of her achievement.

The next day in the early morning, with little to no sleep, they were more successful in the trial run. Well, until Hemlock was not able to fully open the tail and landed in a large field of grass. She fell off of Toothless, thankfully landing on her feet. She turned to look at her dragon friend, who rubbed himself against the grass underneath him. Hemlock looked puzzled at a handful of grass in her hand, and decided to take some for the road.

Toothless tried to steal it. He did not fool her for a second.

At dragon training, she held the handful of grass still puzzled at the reaction of her secret friend. When the Gronkle flew toward her at an increasing speed, she held the grass towards the brown dragon, facing away from impending doom. The boulder class dragon purred. The dragon became pudding when it smelled the grass. Hemlock decided to call the grass dragon nip, because the dragons had similar reactions when cats touched catnip themselves.

Hemlock won that round that day. The teens flocked her after training, and she made a terrible excuse about an axe. She's pretty sure that Asger glared at her.

Hemlock, according to Toothless, is terrible at making outfits since her flight vest looked like pieces of random leather sown together.

Yet Toothless got distracted with an itch he that he could simply not reach. He pawed his side in hopes of his claws being able to do the work, but the short legs didn't really help. Hemlock, being the sweetheart that she is, scratched as much as she could to help her new friend. He liked it of course, even after the itch disappeared and demanded for more. Though after she reached a place under his chin, he collapsed.

She let him be, observing her hands already figuring out what to do in case she no dragon nip.

Hemlock stood with a bludgeon in her hands and observed from the sidelines. Asger, the lovable idiot (though not as idiot as Snotlout that's for sure), threw his axe at the poor beautiful Deadly Nadder, who luckily only got hit on their crown of spines. But the Deadly Nadder continued on towards her. Hemlock made no move to fight; she dropped her weapon and shivered in place. The light blue Nadder eyed her, and turned to Asim when he made his battle cry, his axe high in the air. Not wanting the Nadder to die, she scratched with one hand until she found spot. The dragon collapsed, just like Toothless did back in the cove, and on the other side of the dragon stood Asger. His handsome face stared at her puzzled, axe already slipping from his grasp.

All she could do was give him a sheepish smile.

At dinner, the people of Berk did not let her breath. Questions and praises reached her ears from everyone around her. Though she could see Asger purse his lips and glare at her with his sparkling blue eyes... She gave out a silent sigh, there goes that dream.

Before dragon training on the following day, she was playing with a small hammer. Hemlock was in a sunny part of the cove, Toothless was napping in the shadows. Something about staying cool and avoiding the burning sunshine he said... was he bat-like in his previous life? Oh-oh! Maybe he was a vampire! That must be why he is called a Night Fury! Oh no, no it wouldn't make sense if he was out in the sun right now. I mean, he was chasing light beam that she redirected with her hammer, he pounced right in front of her when he though he caught it, then ran off a few seconds later.

Hemlock smiled, he looked so carefree.

"Meet the Terrible Terror."

A small green dragon came through a doggy door that was part of a huge door from a huge cage. The dragon licked an eye with their tongue.

All the teens, except Hemlock snorted. Toothless had told her that he had seen six of these dragons take down a titan Monstrous Nightmare. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Tuffnut started to laugh, "Ha. It's like the size of my-"

Whatever he was going to say he didn't finish. The little dragon started to bite him on the nose. Hemlock acted quickly, using a shield to create the same light trick that was used on Toothless. She heard Tuffnut make a comparison between her and Asger and she decided to focus a bit more on the little dragon before anyone got into more danger. She held out a foot before the door could open swing more and the dragon could be able to escape. Hemlock smiled timidly once more.

In the afternoon, she made her way to the cove, having improved the saddle and harness. She just hoped that Toothless had not eaten all the fish. It was a quick glance, and it turned into a stare when Asger looked at her, stopping himself just in time to not kill her with his axe. Hemlock scurried away, not wanting to be questioned or followed and hid behind a large boulder. Asger was rather loud in following her. Wasn't he supposed to be a warrior in training? Either way, he needed to lose weight or lose the pieces of decorative metal that made up his outfit. Hemlock stayed still, feeling him stare over her hiding place. He huffed, and she held in a snicker.

Placing and connecting the newest improvements onto Toothless was a bit hard. Yet with his mind focused on the fish, the task proved to be much easier.

They approached a cliff that looked onto the sea, connecting the saddle to a well placed tree stump. The wind current came and left. They both used those times rather well to find the different tail fin combinations. Hemlock made a cheat sheet, Toothless countered that she could not look at it all the time in a case of emergency. She ignored him.

On the second try, they both ended up stuck together past sundown. The hook that she made on the saddle bent a bit too much, and she couldn't disconnect herself from the saddle. Either the wind draft was bit too strong or the combination was not to be used in these types of situations. All her tools were at the forge, and she would have to sneak in through the village. They couldn't fly yet and sneaking by herself into town is one thing. Sneaking in with the most feared dragon in the Archipelago was another! It was at night when they would strike. No that sounded like an attack, they would... Let us leave that for later.

Hemlock tried to act casual. Honest. But she couldn't lie to save her life. At least many Vikings were dense. The one on watch only nodded and said her name in acknowledgement. She just gave a smile and waved. Toothless grumbled something about "Hufflepuff." Again, saving that for later.

Eyes darting around she pulled him towards her work place, only needing to sneak past one house and she made her way in. Toothless grew curious; he was only able to see the entire village from a bird's eye view. He placed his snout inside a bucket, immediately losing his interest when nothing was in it. Her dragon friend tossed it over his head, making a small racket. Hemlock turned and hissed at him, "Don't touch anything. We need to be quiet and quick."

Toothless rolled his eyes, but obeyed her, he moved with a quiet speed inside the building that smelled of metal and ashes. Hemlock grabbed a small rod and started to pry the hook open. It had only been a few seconds when they heard a voice outside the forge.

"Hiccup? Are you in there?"

Great... It was Asger. The most popular boy on Berk. The boy who made her weak at the knees. The boy who wouldn't pay attention to her even if he was on fire and she had last bucket of water on Earth.

Putting on her apron over her harness and jumping out the window and closing the shutters were the first things that came to her mind. Toothless praised her for her quick thinking, but said it was the not best of plans. Especially when she stuttered out a greeting to her crush.

"Asger. Hey! Hi Asger. Hi Asger. Hi Asger."

"We really need to practice your lying."

"I normally don't care what people do, but you're acting weird." Asger had gestured her with a finger, wanting to make a point.

"Hemlock, a sheep spotted me, they shout louder than a banshee. We need to go."

Hemlock felt herself be pulled towards the shutters, yet she tried to act normal and let out a nervous laugh.

Her crush looked at weirdly, a look starting to form. "Well, weirder."

"Now!"

Toothless pulled even harder, desperate to leave the village, and Hemlock started to rise in the air until she was pulled inside the forge. She got onto the saddle and told him to go. They ran around the forge not risking going through the more obvious route since Asger was already looking inside. While Toothless ran towards the forest, Hemlock tried to pry the hook open, already swearing to the Gods for the life she had to live.

So it maybe she should have been at the docks to greet her father. So maybe she should not have a dragon as a friend, who would pass up an opportunity like that anyway? I wouldn't. You guys probably wouldn't either. Any who, so maybe she shouldn't be flying over the ocean to her near impending doom on their first official test flight.

But flying.

Flying was something that Vikings would not be able to do, except those who had been blessed by Loki in the mainland. Something about brooms or winged horses.

This was different.

As far as she knew, dragons were treated a bit better in the mainland. Although they were treated as mindless creatures as well.

Here it is kill or be killed.

It was a nice day. Spotted clouds, the sun was shining and the air was perfect. The sea was calm, and they were on the other side of Berk where not a soul could see them. Nothing could go wrong.

"Okay there bud. We're gonna take this nice and slow."

Hemlock was nervous, and she knew that Toothless could tell. From how her voice sounded, what she was saying, and the many desperate gestures to keep herself under control.

"Here we go. Here we go. Position three, no four."

Hemlock adjusted the tail fin, looking back to make sure that everything was right. Toothless made the same, and got himself ready to make the basic movements for flying. He turned to glide on his side, Hemlock already looking at the equipment all over their bodies to see if everything was in order.

They ended up in the normal position for a dragon again. Hemlock looked back towards the prosthetic tail fin. It wavered in the air, since it was a fake fin, it didn't move exactly like the real does. The fin finally stopped trembling. She wanted to make sure that everything was in order before any serious breath-taking maneuvers. Making a hesitant nod and a smile she gave her approval to Toothless.

"Alright, it's go time. It's go time."

Hemlock knew that Toothless did not need to be told what to do, but otherwise gestured him to dive. He closed his wings in, roaring in agreement, and for many seconds they only felt the wind in their faces, while only seeing the green blue ocean. Toothless started to glide over the ocean again, but much closer this time, and one of his wings touched the water.

"Come on. Come on buddy. Come on buddy!"

Toothless narrowed his eyes at the arch, and growled, "Do not call me buddy."

"What am I supposed to call you besides Toothless then? Pumpkin pie?" Hemlock teased, although gave her own nervous glance to the rock arch as well.

He just growled some more.

"Yes, it worked!" Hemlock smiled.

She guided Toothless to avoid an approaching sea stack, but ended up colliding with instead. Hemlock guided him away from it, and he grumbled through a growl.

"Sorry."

Both ended going towards another sea stack, Hemlock tried to avoid this one by going upwards. But they did it a moment too late, and Toothless hit his side.

Hemlock winced, "That's my fault." They had started to gain a more leveled flight. This time making sure to avoid the sea stacks.

Toothless then slapped her with an ear plate. Hemlock wasn't too bothered, since it took her out of the trance that she was in. Flying is still something she is trying to process.

Hemlock shook her head, clearing away any distracting thoughts, "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." Checking the cheat sheet, and the stirrup, she made her decisions quick. "Position four, uh three."

Toothless flapped his wings, and climbed higher into the sky. Hemlock couldn't help but be happy. She tasted the wind, the sky; she was reaching everything in the air that a Viking couldn't reach. They were both enjoying the freedom giving to them at the moment, and Hemlock couldn't help but cheer Toothless on, "Yeah! Go baby!"

Toothless flapped his wings harder, his mouth open, and tongue out when he remembered how it feels to fly free.

Hemlock agreed, "Oh, this is amazing! The wind in my..." Maybe they had gone a bit too high up, because her tail fin guide flew out from its restraints.

"CHEAT SHEET! STOP!"

"Are you alright? You sound distressed, maybe this- WHAT IN THE NAME OF THOR ARE YOU DOING?!"

Toothless roared in fear, and Hemlock started to fall down to Earth along with him.