Chapter 29: In which the things nightmares are made of
"Toothless, you gotta get us out of here, bud." Hiccup tried to turn his dragon around, but Toothless shook him off.
As much as Astrid had worked with Toothless and the arena dragons in peace, forming bonds and alliances, this situation she was in now was surreal and downright terrifying. These dragons didn't know her, and her and Hiccup could easily become apart of their kill if one got the wild hair to try. Toothless would defend them, she trusted for the most part, but with the strange way he was acting, she wasn't completely sure of that right now.
They continued to fly in the hoard of dragons through the thick fog until they broke through the veil once again to see the chilling sight of the volcano island. The dragons clustered together as they flew through a hole in the side of the volcano. A brief bout of darkness shrouded them. The eerie red glow they'd seen spewing from the top of the mountain was straight ahead of them.
Astrid hadn't taken note of the heat until it slapped them in the face like scalding steam. She winced as it burned her skin. They exited the tunnel into a massive chasm. Many upon many shelves were rived into the sides of the rock, twisted and crude as if the heat itself carved them. Through the smoky haze that made Astrid's eyes sting, she spotted different species of dragons clustered together on the shelves. They didn't look happy or at home at all, more like alert and anxious. They circled around the hole, red hot flickering up from its bottomless pit.
"What my dad wouldn't give to find this," Hiccup commented, seeming far more calm about the entire situation than she felt.
Astrid pressed the bottom of her face into his shoulder guard, eyes flicking all around. Meeting the band of dragons on the island's shore was a pleasant picnic compared to the terrifying sight they were faced with now. Astrid had never seen so many dragons in her life. Not even during the most turbulent raids!
After making a wide swing above the pit, Toothless landed on a rocky shelf, hiding behind a formation whittled large enough to shield them. He peeked around the rock along with Hiccup. Astrid stretched over Hiccup's back; her view lessened by her position. A steady flow of dragons continued to pour in, dropping their prizes into the red haze.
"It's satisfying to know all our food as been dumped down a hole."
"They're not eating any of it."
Astrid still didn't understand everything about dragons, but this was the most baffling behavior yet. Why would they sacrifice their food to a volcano?
The stream of dragons had slowed, only a light green Gronckle lazily buzzing in. It hovered above the middle of the pit and coughed up a small fish from its mouth. It looked so innocent and oblivious as it hovered there scratching an itch. A roar echoed from deep in the pit.
Astrid didn't think she could find anything more frightening than being in a volcano with a thousand dragons. She was wrong. A massive head, ten times bigger than the largest boulder on Berk, emerged from the pit. It's mouth, full of teeth longer than the tallest trees, chomped at the Gronckle and the poor dragon was no more.
Her and Hiccup shared a gasp, shaken to the core, as they both pulled back father behind the rock shielding them. The monstrous dragon's nostrils inhaled in a powerful sniff that echoed throughout the cavern. A new smell amid the Sulphur and dragon scales. Astrid's heart stopped. It had detected their presence.
"Get us out of here, bud," Hiccup commanded.
Astrid barely had time to grab hold of Hiccup before they shot off. From the corner of her stinging eyes, she caught a glimpse of a massive dark streak aiming straight at their former hiding spot. A sickening chomp followed.
They flew upwards into the blinding mass of dragons as they circled toward the opening of the volcano to escape. Astrid could feel herself slipping and let go of Hiccup's waist for only a split second to regain her grip. She didn't realize what was happening until she felt herself falling. She barely heard her screams in the cacophony of chaos all around her. Her mind blanked, feeling as if she would pass out, and then her body suddenly connected with a hard surface. Screwing her eyes shut, she tried to suck in a much-needed breath, but the surrounding gases burned her lungs.
Her body hurt, mainly her back and legs, but miraculously nothing felt broken. It'd felt like an eternity, but in perspective, she hadn't fallen far at all. A ledge protruding from the volcano's upper level had caught her. She quickly looked over the side to watch a poor Zippleback get snatched up by the massive dragon's mouth. She'd begged for that sacrifice to appease the colossus, but its nostrils drew in a deep sniff – clearly gifted with an amazing sense of smell.
It rose up higher, sniffing the side of the volcano, closer and closer to where Astrid had landed. Astrid scurried back on her bottom, the ledge providing no place to hide. Her stomach flipped violently as she pressed her back into the hot rock wall, awaiting her doom as the dragon's nose drew closer.
She could hardly believe her ears at the sound of a Night Fury blast. A blue plasma blast shot directly at the massive dragon's many eyes. It reared back, screaming it's protest. Another blast hit it again, drawing it further away from the ledge. One more blast to the face and it retreated downward.
Tears pricked at Astrid's eyes when the familiar form of Toothless landed on the ledge. She ignored the protest of her aching body and jumped in the saddle, securing her arms around Hiccup's waist. Toothless launched toward the volcano's hole once more, the path now free of retreating dragons. A deafening roar shook through the cavern. The giant of a dragon made one more attempt at catching them, but Toothless was faster and long eluded the hundreds of teeth as it clamped down on air behind them.
Astrid didn't open her eyes until they were high in the night sky away from the veil of fog. She pressed her face between Hiccup' shoulder blades, arms wrapped nearly completely around his middle. Trembles traveled throughout her body, from her inner core to the tips of her fingers.
"Astrid?" Hiccup's voice reached through the screaming in her head. She jumped involuntarily when his hand touched her arm. "Astrid, are you okay?"
For the first time since they'd entered the volcano, Astrid took a deep breath, the intake of oxygen somewhat soothing her shaken nerves and reviving her stifled lungs. She nodded against his back. "I'm okay."
The response was enough for Hiccup, and they flew in heavy silence for a long time, the choppy sea sloshing down below them. Astrid clung to her husband, his warmth and presence a balm to her shaken state. Finally, the achy chill of the night air roused her from her stupor. She shoved away the fresh memories, determined to think like a warrior again. This massive, monstrous thing was out there, threatening dragons and Vikings' lives. This was not okay.
"That island—" she began, close to Hiccup's ear so he could hear her clearly, "it's like a hive. The dragons are her workers and that's their queen. It controls them." She paused, letting Hiccup mull over the theory. She knew he'd come to the same conclusion, probably faster than she had. "Hiccup, what're we going to do about this?"
His head dropped as a heavy sigh left him. "I don't know."
He wouldn't like this. "We need to tell your dad when he comes back from the campaign."
"I don't think that's a good idea. He could be back at any day." He sliced a hand through the air, resolved. "No, we need to think this through."
"Hiccup, he deserves to know. We just discovered the dragon's nest. The thing we've been after since Vikings first sailed here."
"But we need to stick to the plan first. Show my dad that dragons aren't what we thought they were. Do you think a fleet of Vikings could take down that thing?"
Astrid played the scenario in her head. A battle between a fleet of Vikings and the gigantic red dragon that could eat half the village's warriors in one gulp. Would the queen's own army rally behind her? Or would they mutiny against her? If the dragons did choose the queen, no matter how courageous Berk's fleet was, they'd be wiped out within seconds.
The warrior part of her hated to admit it but, "No. They probably wouldn't stand a chance."
Hiccup twisted around, causing Astrid to loosen her hold and lean back to see him better. In the light of the moon, she could see determination shining in his eyes, a resolve that couldn't be shaken. He looked stronger than he ever had before. "Give me time. I'll think of something that will free the dragons and end the war. For good."
Astrid knew he would keep his word.
The rest of the journey home fell quiet as they traveled over the sea, the moon casting a long spotlight on the water. They were dead on their feet as they trekked back to the village from the cove, hand in hand. Daylight was most likely a few hours away.
Astrid sat on their bed, donning her nightgown. Her bones felt as if they'd collapse in a heap from exhaustion, but her mind was still reeling even after all the hours that had passed since their harrowing experience on Dragon Island. She absently brushed her hair, taken down from the braid. Her gaze stared blankly at the wall while her mind's eyes were somewhere far away-
Glowing red, pulsating eerily off the cavern walls. The jarring hurt from the fall. The scrapes stinging and the bruises blooming. The powerful intake of the red dragon's breath as it searched for her. The burning heat on her back pressed against the hot rock. The consuming fear of being found and eaten alive. Drawing closer and closer…
"Astrid?"
A shuttering breath escaped from her thickened throat. She barely realized she'd flung herself at Hiccup, sob after sob raking out as she clung to him. His slender arms enveloped her, pulling her against him. She wasn't sure how long she cried into the curve of his neck, releasing all the fear and distress that she'd kept at bay for hours.
Hiccup did not carry much muscle, but as he held her during the wee hours of the morning, he was the strength that she needed.
