Chapter 12 ready to go! wow, that was actually fast...
Okay, this chapter had lot of cuts and change subject very quickly but this is how it's mean to be.
So here is the chapter:
Chapter twelve: A Back Night Fury
Indeed, Toothless got angry. Both because I didn't return until down and because I got a job. And the fish didn't get over his bad mood this time.
It had been two weeks and still he was angry. I didn't know if it was a dragon-thing or a Toothless-thing. But at lest the time at the forge had helped me. I've got enough money to buy Toothless all the fish he want to so he get over his tantrum and I relaxed with the hard work.
Olaf, the fifteen-year-old apprentice, was in a tantrum too. Thorvaldr haven't yell at me in the two weeks I had been here and scowl him at every move. He even asked me nicely if I could show the kid how it was done -what just made Olaf angrier-. It was amazing how the old man's mood could change.
I had tried to be nice and told Olaf how to do things while Thorvaldr wasn't watching but he was more angry with me than Toothless was.
I looked out the smith and stared at how the sky changed to orange, time to go. I said goodbye to Thorvaldr and even to Olaf and leaved to the forest.
It was getting dark and the alleys didn't give me much confidence so I took the main streets; there still were Vikings outside, mothers told the children to get inside for dinner, fathers returned from the port from the last fishing of the day, men and women pulled carts to their farms, and they passed at my side along with the horses.
"Hiccup!" two voices screamed, I looked over my shoulder and saw two redheads riding horses not far from me and they were getting close fast. They tilted a little together and extended a hand each; they didn't give me a chance to do anything. I felt one hand on my arm and one graving the back of my vest, I was pulled up and next thing I knew I was on the back of a horse behind Samir.
"Son of a Banshee!" I yelled and punched his shoulder; "You scared me to death, burned bird brain!" Samir caressed his shoulder.
"Whoa, Ms. Manners knows how to curse!" Birger laughed. I shot him an I-will-kill-you look that just made him laugh more.
"What the hel are you doing?" I demanded to know as they turned to their farm direction.
"Its Lana's twentieth birthday," Samir explained, "Mom told us to invite you."
"And this is your way to invite me?" I asked, still screaming.
"Well, we supposed you were going to say no, so…" Birger said still smiling.
"You are lucky I can't reach you." I said in my normal volume but as hard as before.
"She punches hard, bro." Samir said, "I would be careful." I punched hard? That- is actually one of the nicer things someone had told me.
"You are too weak, cabbagehead." Birger told him.
Samir looked over his shoulder and whispered, "Do me favor and punch him harder." I smiled in agreement. We arrived the farm faster than I thought, horses are fast; I wondered how fast Toothless can run.
Oh, no. Toothless.
Fish is not going to fix this.
But let's hope a full night of flying would.
I was going to hop off the horse when I realized it was taller than Toothless, well, they were almost the same size but Toothless kept his body down most of the time. Samir got down first and after seeing my hesitation he grabbed me from the sides and put me down without asking, "Hey!"
"You are lighter than I thought," he laughed and I punched him again, now in the arm since his shoulder was too high, "Hey, I thought we had a deal!"
"Oh, right!" I turned to Birger and punched the harder I could.
"Ow! What was that for?" he caressed his arm.
"For kidnaping me, vacant skull." I pocked him on the chest. I herd more laughs behind us and I turned to see a campfire outside the longhouse, both girls, Lana and Nadia were standing by it while Ram and Leif fed the fire.
"Well, good night, Ms. Manners." Lana laughed, in the last two weeks I have eaten with them a few times, all in invitations. Sometimes I helped repairing the fences or with the new building, it was something I knew how to do.
In those days the teens had address me as Ms. Manners for the way I spoke to Thyra and Haldor.
"Where's Ul?" Samir asked still caressing his arm.
"Right here," Ulman said walking behind them his arms full of firewood, "What's wrong with your arms?" The other teens laughed and explained that I just punched them; he began to laugh to. The two read heads looked at them with a pout.
I found myself laughing too, I barely reached their chest and I wasn't that strong, I knew that, so the sight of the tall redheads brothers still caressing his arms was way funnier.
"Gods! You have a heavy hand, Hiccup," Birger muttered leaving to the barn with his brother to let the horses.
I joined the others and went inside, dinner was almost ready. I greeted Thyra and Haldor and asked if I they wanted help before siting on the table. Samir and Birger joined and Thyra put the dinner on table.
It was pork –those pink animals- and lamb, and as always it was delicious. They asked me if I was allowed to drink mead, I actually wasn't until 17 but they didn't know that. It was a bad decision, soon everything got blurry and my brain didn't grasp everything.
Dinner cheered up with the mead, Lana admitted that she was leaving in a week to return with her family, she had been out for two years and she wanted to see them again.
We sent her farewells before remembering that she said in a week and not now. And after dinner we sat outside around the campfire, Mr. and Mrs. Baugsson went to sleep and told us to not stay up too late.
I stopped drinking after dinner, my head was already spinning and there was something I needed to do but I couldn't quite remember what and the mead didn't help.
The redhead brothers were singing "The Norwegian Winter", dancing with theirs arms clenched as we laughed and joined them in a few parts. I could focus a little more and what they were saying had less and less sense.
"But wwe, who by jokesss pass da time. 'N' among frienddssss with singin' enlivennn." Samir shouted and gave another drink.
"In wwwarm halls by brroad thables. We drrank, as if we could no helse!" Birger finished for him and the other teens cheered at it and drink too. The brothers kept singing and Ul stood up to dance around the fire with them. He was tripping more than anything.
Samir dropped at my side when the song ended, "Heyyyy, Ms. Mannerrrs!" he hugged me with an arm, "I-I d'not shee ya' comin'," he slurred.
"I've been here the whole time," I answered, "you kidnaped me, remember?"
He frowned, "N-No. No, no, no, I wwould never, never, no, ever, would, no… ever, no." he shook his head, "No 'causse ya'd punnch me." I laughed and pushed him aside to stand up. "h-h-h-heyyy, wheeere yer goin'?" he asked confused.
I stretched and thought about it, why had I stood up? I looked into the distance, to the fields of the farm listening "don't go"s and "Stay a bit more"s. my eyes found two little bright green dots on the darkness. The shade looked familiar.
Toothless.
I groaned, that was what I needed to do, I needed to leave; I shouldn't even have stayed. "Sorry, guys." I yawned, "I need to go."
"It'sh gangerous do at this time." Nadia said, "Shtay, I'll borrow you my rom."
"Nah," I said and my eyes shifted on the barn, I turned to the redhead boys, "Hey, can you show me how to ride?"
"Now?" Birger asked confused.
"No… I think that would be quite dangerous," I said and they nodded in agreement.
"Yes, because it's dark." Leif pointed out and they agreed again, I rolled my eyes and waved off.
Walk was more difficult than I tough, and I didn't drink that much. My brain said left and my legs took right, somehow I managed to take the path to the town and thankfully Toothless meet me just outside the farm.
He glared at me angry and I gave him a sheepishly smile, "Hi, bud." He growled, "I know, I know. Sorry." He lifted his ear-plates at the word and cooed, he gestured me to ride on and lowered his neck.
"Thanks, buddy," I somehow managed to get on his back and he began to walk into the forest in a slow peace, "I really wish we could fly tonight, but it could be dangerous."
He rolled his eyes "you think?" I rested on his neck and let his warm scales warmth my body. I could sleep like this forever.
I didn't went to the blacksmith today, I told Toothless I was going to learn how to ride a horse and he immediately got angry with me. "Carry-animals are not fire-people," he had sounded insulted, he said that humans control horses to they do what they wanted.
"I don't want to control you, buddy." I had told him, he sat on his haunches giving me his back, "You are my friend, I would never control you, and you know you are free to do what you want." That had made him turn to me, "I just want to learn how to ride, maybe something can help me to flight with you better."
Toothless had agreed with me, it could help us. So he took me to the farm after I told Thorvaldr I wasn't working that day because I felt sick and returned to the forest with Toothless.
He stayed hided all the time, watching what I was doing. Samir and Birger were forced to wake up early to work, the rest of the young adults were still sleeping. They were very pleased when I arrived; they said riding was better than working, even with the headache.
Soon Birger and Samir had saddle their horses –Crystal and Skye, respectively- telling me how to do it, they put Kyla out if her pen and let me saddle her. It wasn't difficult to saddle a horse; at least it doesn't have a mechanism like Toothless'. After saddling the Kyla they put me a block so I could ride on easier. Birger caressed her head as I put my left foot on the stirrup and pulled myself upward as Samir indicated me.
"Okay, now you need to balance," Samir said and handed me the rains, "keep your back straight, shoulders back and-" he fixed leg position, "Like that,"
"Now," Birger said as Samir rode his horse, "Your toes should be pointing upwards," I looked down to my feet to correct my posture, "If you keep your ankles flexed and the heal down you wont slip through the stirrup." He explained and I barely nodded, that wont happen with Toothless, I needed to keep changing pedals.
"Your knees goes inward," Birger poked my knee and I frowned doing so.
"If feels weird," I said, it was more comfortable the other way.
"You'll get use to it," Samir said, "You're short of hugging her, but don't do it too thigh."
"Shouldn't she being riding Crystal?" we turned to the voice and found Ram watching us from the fence that surrounded the barn, "Since she is the oldest and is well tamed, isn't that safer?" he got a good point.
"Kyla is well tamed and she likes Hiccup," Samir said walking Skye to Ram.
"Really, then why she escapes almost every day?" Ram teased.
"Because she doesn't like Samir," Birger simply answered riding Crystal.
I looked away form them, ignoring their conversation a bit and searching for a Night Fury on the tree line; he was well hided, I didn't saw him until he poked out his head from a bush, he tilted his head and even in the distance I could sense his question, I slightly gestured with my hand to keep hiding and his head disappeared again.
Samir sighed irritated and turned to me giving Ram his back, "Okay, Hiccup, relax your elbows and don't pull the rains or she will think you want to stop. Now, to begin walking squeeze you legs a bit, you don't have to use the rains a lot, you just need to push a little your legs. If you want to go right push your left, and if you want to go left push your right."
"They don't like the pressure so they'll try to get away from it." Birger explained, "Let's get a walk around the fence," he gestured for me to follow and I did as Samir said and squeezed my legs a bit, Kyla began to walk and I made her follow Birger.
Samir walked at my side looking everything I did; we ended the round and they let me walk everywhere inside the small fence. After a while they thought me how to make her trot –just squeezing my legs again while walking-, and told me how I should position myself.
After I was more comfortable with it they opened the fence and went to the open field so I could have more space to canter, though I keep close. The other teens had woke up by the time but instead of working they rested on the fence and looked at me.
A few hours had pass since I began; my eyes darted to where Toothless was hiding and wondered if he was still there. "How do I go faster?" I asked.
"Whoa there, Ms. Manners." Samir exclaimed, "You just began, it might take you a while to learn."
"By what I can see, she is pretty good," Leif said, "Are you sure you haven't ride before?"
"Dude, she even knew what a horse was." Ram answered for me.
I shrugged, "I just wanted to know," I wait for his answer but he stood quiet, "I don't dare to go faster," I chuckled, "I could fall," my eyes focused on the ground and I grimaced, it would hurt if that happens.
Samir sighed, "Lean forward and rise up, keep your back straight and put your weight on your pelvis, not on your shoulders," what?
"Can I see?" I asked him and he grinned and adjusted the saddle so the stirrups were higher, "What are you doing?"
"It's easier to keep balance if your feet are higher," he answered before putting Skye into a trot, then a canter and soon he was galloping away, I inspected his position, it didn't look so difficult and I learn on the job and this could help.
Toothless is a fast dragon and the faster we had gone was on our first flight, and it was an accident. I tried to recall what I did that time as Samir turned and galloped back; if I recalled good, it was similar to what he just did.
Samir pulled the reins and Skye stopped with a neigh, they walked to me, "Like that," Samir said with a grin on his face. Birger huffed and rolled his eyes, "What you can do better, brother?"
I took advantage of their discussion and began to walk Kyla away from them, I bit my lip and closed my legs, the horse began to trot and I turned her like if I was just going around.
"You can do this, Hiccup," I talked to myself and my eyes darted down, it would be a horrible fall, and Toothless wouldn't hesitate in coming for me. He may be angry with me but he cared.
Inspecting the saddle for a moment I adjusted the stirrups, checking any attention were on me; the brother were still discussing and the other teens had joined the conversation. I released my breath and directed Kyla to the field; I squeezed my legs harder and the horse ran.
"Hiccup!" I herd Birger scream but I was already gone. The position felt familiar and… natural. I began to laugh; this wasn't so difficult. "Hiccup, stop!" the voice was close and I looked over my shoulder to see both brothers racing behind me.
Their faces were full of worry and they looked at me like if I would fall at any moment. But I wont, I learn fast and I knew what I was doing.
I grinned, "Catch me if you can!" I shook Kyla's rains to go faster and we gained speed; we reached the tree line and turned back to the barn, I looked at the redheads, their expressions weren't of worry anymore but they seemed annoyed that I lied.
Still, I didn't let them catch on; they would stop me if they do. So I kept evading both brothers with ease. And every time I looked at them they were more relaxed and in minutes it became a game.
Every time we passed close to the barn I could hear the teens cheering on. I liked the feeling of riding, the wind hitting my face and my heart beating against my chest as it pleaded for more speed.
But I began to pull the rains as we got close to the barn and got close to the fence cantering, the brothers flanked me, shaking their heads but with a smile on their faces, "That was pretty awesome," Samir admitted.
"What were you thinking?" the voice made us go still, outside the barn Thyra was fulminating their sons with a single glance, "She could have fell! You know how dangerous that is!"
Both brothers pointed at me and spoke at the same time, "She began it," their sync would have been funny if this weren't the situation.
"Don't try to blame her!" Thyra yelled, she was going to continue but I interrupted.
"It did was my fault, Mrs. Baugsson," I said, "I wanted to try it, they told me to don't do it, actually." I shrugged and gave her a half-hearted smile, "Sorry if it worried you." She calmed down almost immediately but that didn't save me from the scold.
"Well, you shouldn't have." Her voice was lower but still hard, "You could have get hurt. Riding a horse can be very dangerous."
"I'm sorry, ma'am." I looked down feeling every eye on me.
"You better are," she said more softly, "Now get down, and you are not going to ride again in a week."
"Yes, ma'am." She returned to the longhouse; I bit my lip ashamed, in my time here she hadn't talk to me like that.
"She grounded Ms. Manners," Ulman said, "Is this Ragnarok?"
I laughed a little, "I hope not, because I want to do this again."
I spent the rest of the day in the forest playing with Toothless and waiting for the night to come so we could take a flight. I remembered what I had learn, some things may work, especially when I galloped, it just felt so familiar it must be what I did on our first flight.
"Sun is coming down!" Toothless said and began to bounce around me, I laughed and took his saddle.
"Okay, calm down and come here." He did after one more round, he wasn't angry anymore, he was more than happy that I rode the horse, he'd said some things could work. Even when he didn't know what I was doing most of the time.
I put the saddle back on and didn't wait for the sun to hide, I jumped on Toothless' back and we took off. I couldn't have my back stretched, the saddle didn't let me since I have no reins to hold on, juts the handles. But I did hug Toothless with my legs, he didn't need to speak to say it was right or not, I could feel his discomfort and when I did he didn't show any.
I tried to push my legs to indicate him left or right and it worked to little changes of direction, to fully turn I needed to tilt my body too and it helped to keep balance. We glided under the stars and the chill air kept my mind awake.
"Okay, bud. Wanna go faster?" I said tilting my head to the side so I could se his expression, he twisted his neck and gave a toothless smile, "Then show me what you got." I leaned forward and opened his tail wide.
In a second Toothless' wings began to beat faster and my heart did too. I got closer to him to be more streamline. Without a word, just out if instinct I twisted my foot and we twisted right, we began to gain speed one more time.
I leaned closer to go even faster, my chest was touching the saddle and even then I could feel Toothless' drumming heart against my chest and I tried desperately to match it, to be one with him.
The air screamed in my ears and I narrowed my eyes so the air didn't hit them directly. Toothless just kept going faster and I didn't stop him. The feeling was amazing, better than riding a horse.
The wind made Toothless' wings whistle like a banshee. A sound every Viking feared. A sound I'd fell in love with.
We didn't rest that night, why would we?
Being a dragon should be the most amazing thing on Midgard, being on the air, don't having responsibilities, don't having to worry. Just… fly… fly wherever you wanted to go.
And now I had the opportunity to be one.
I could have said I was still sick; I could have stay with Toothless and sleep. But for some reason I let him sleep and walked to the town.
Clouds had win the sky on the night and now a light rain was falling over the village and on the forest, but it seemed to get worse with every steep I gave.
I didn't notice the distressed conversation of every villager as I made my way to the smith. I greeted Thorvaldr and put to work on a saddle without noticing his own distress. I didn't notice anything until I herd familiar voices calling my name.
"Hiccup! You are fine!" I raised my head to see seven Vikings running to me under the rain.
"Yes, I am. Why?" I asked confused.
"You didn't hear?" Ulman asked more confused than me. "Last night a banshee was in the town."
"A ban- oh! It wasn't a banshee." I laughed, and once again I spoke before thinking. I blamed the lack of sleep.
"What are you talking about?" Nadia said, "What else could made a sound like that?"
I suddenly had an idea, and got serious, "A dragon," I said lowly, like if I didn't want to say it, "in Berk there is a dragon that made that sound before every strike," I made a pause to add tension –thank you, Gobber-, "a Night Fury."
They looked at each other nervous, Ram broke the silence, "Night Furies are myths to make children go to sleep," he laughed nervously.
"They aren't myths," I shook my head, "I've seen one." I tried not to laugh at their terrified expressions.
"D-did you killed it?" Leif asked, even when I had already said that I haven't killed a dragon.
"Nope," I answered then got another idea and rolled my sleeve to let show a scar a dragon had let me years ago, "but it let me this." Their eyes widened.
"A-and how is it?" Lana asked in wonder, after all, no one had ever seen one.
"The rumors are true," I said darkly, leaning on the working table, "the beast's scales are as black as the night, its blast can take down entire buildings. The unholy offspring of lighting and death itself," suddenly a thunder roared making them jump, "It never steals food, never shows itself, and when it strikes… it never misses."
"S-so you think a Night Fury was here last night?" Nadia asked.
I shrugged, "There's no way to tell, but I'm pretty sure it was one."
The rain became a storm and Thorvaldr let me leave. The teens had returned to the farm after I had scared them, which was good because they would surely force me to stay with them on the storm.
Just when I was out of view Toothless had run to me, worried I could have got hurt. "What? For the banshee?" I laughed.
"What's a ban-she?" he asked don't understanding my joke.
"They are female spirits," I explained, "they are omens of death. When one begins to wail is because someone is about to die."
"I haven't heard any wailing."
"Well, everyone did last night. They thought we were a banshee." I laughed again. "The sound you make with your wings is very alike to it. I think that another reason why we related you to death."
"What?" he was still confused.
"We call you a Night Fury," I explained first.
"Night Fury? That's what you call when I get close." He realized, "Nightfurygetdown."
I laughed a little, "It's separated, buddy, we scream your name, to alert everyone who haven't hear that you are there, then scream to get down to protect ourselves."
We reached our little camp and Toothless burned the ground to heat it and rested on it. I waited for it to cool down a bit then sat under his wing to protect me from the rain.
"And your description in the Dragon Manual is: "the unholy offspring of lighting and death"." I stoke his scales as he rested his head on his paws.
The dragon purred, "I like how that sounds."
"Though, I would go more for: "kitty of death"." I said and he shoot me death glare, "Okay, "majestic kitty of death"."
"Majestic," he tried the word, "I like that, what does it mean?"
I smiled to him, "That you're amazing." The dragon purred again. "Oh, I haven't told you the best part." His ear-plates went up but he didn't open his eyes. I began to tell him what happened on the smith.
He didn't laughed but I felt his happiness, and there was a slight smile on his scaly lips. He was just a soft, big, black cat; the only times he had looked like he could kill someone was when I first meet him on the woods and when he was fighting against my- against Stoick.
"But not every night-person has black scales," he mentioned, "Most night-people have different shades of dark blue or gray."
"Really?" I frowned, "I haven't seen anyone aside from you," I shrugged, "I thought everyone was like that," after a moment I asked, "then why are you black?"
The dragon shrugged, "I don't know, I just hatched like that. It happen sometimes, it's very weird but it does." There was a pause were I just scratched his black scales imagining them in a dark blue, it would suit him.
"Does it happen to other dragons too?" I asked him.
"I guess," Toothless said, "I haven't seen another black fire-people. There are some that hatch fully white, though."
The conversation dropped again, I kept scratching Toothless for a while until another question came to mind, "from where are you? You said you weren't from the nest in the Archipelago."
"No, I'm not. My birth nest is far to the east." He's mood changed, I could feel a bit of anxiety irradiating from him.
"Then what were you doing on there?" I asked anyways, couldn't stop feeling curious about his past.
"We are not Vikings, we don't live attached to a nest. You stay if you want if not you can leave as soon as you can protect yourself." Toothless explained, "Some fire-people decide to stay in the same nest, some go out to find a mate and another nest, and some just go out to see." He made a long pause, "I wanted to see… I wanted to see this world but chose a wrong night-sun and ended on there."
A wrong night-sun?
"If you wanted to see the world why did you stay?"
"It's not that easy… I couldn't."
"But you said you don't get attached… did you had a mate?" I asked uncomfortable with the change of subject.
"No…" he made another pause, "Having a mate attach you to a place. I wanted to see."
"We will see." I promised him, "and the first thing we are going to see is your birth nest."
He opened his eyes, "You promise?" I smiled and nodded, "For the night-suns?"
I frowned, "Night-suns?" he pointed up to the cloudy sky, after thinking a moment I asked, "You mean stars?" Toothless growled lowly, yeah, I think he means stars. "Why for the stars?"
"Nigh-suns are always there, they have been there forever and they don't die." He explained, "No mater if this sun bright more, when it hide you can see they are still there. And if you travel above the clouds you can see them. If you make a promise for the night-suns your promise stays there forever."
I looked up to the clouds and tried to look beyond then and beyond the shinny sun, they were still there. "Then I promise, for the night-suns, that we'll go to your birth nest." I smiled and cuddled on his side to sleep, he purred and pulled me closer.
Toothless opened his jaw and let out a rather loud roar; an action I have learned it mean "Thank you."
The storm got worse the next day but by the afternoon the skies had calmed letting a light rain. Since it was already late I didn't bothered to go to the blacksmith. Instead I stayed to play with Toothless.
Playing with hatchlings was hard and playing with Toothless was harder; he caught me up too quickly and I never can catch him. And to top it off his games were ruder.
So –once again- I found myself pinned to the ground as he snarled in victory. His eyes were sharp as he looked me down, but I just frowned and pulled out my lower lip, that look didn't scared me anymore and I knew he was playing.
He wouldn't hurt me.
His pupils dilated and he licked my face, "Agh! Toothless, no." I pushed his head away but he still had me pinned against the mud.
"Do you know how to fight?" Toothless asked tilting his head.
"Yes, I know," I sighed plopping my arms on my sides.
"It doesn't look like," well, thank you for the compliment. He got off and prepared to pounce, a position that would be scaring if it wasn't for his swinging tail, "again," he said but in a more serious tone.
"Nah, I'm tired, buddy." I waved him off and walked back to the camp.
"Is it because I always win?" Toothless asked innocently and followed me, "I think you are out of shape," he told me, "you need to train more, you carry sharp-metal but never use it. And when you trained with dragons you didn't fight." He pointed out and I rolled my eyes, I thought I'd get rid off this talks, "You need to fight and train."
"And what you know about human training?" My voice sounded biter than I want it but Toothless didn't noticed.
"I've seen some things," he said proudly and walked away around the trees, he returned with a branch in his mouth, "take this and attack me,"
I raised an eyebrow and took the stick slowly, he walked off and took a fight stance, "I'm not going to hit you," I said and dropped the branch.
"Yes you are, it won't hurt," he assured me.
"Are you calling me weak?"
"No, but I don't think a tree-limb would hur-" I picked up the branch and threw it to his head before he could end, "Ow! Okay, it did hurt," he admitted, "but now you lose your fake sharp-metal."
I rolled my eyes, "Toothless I'm not going to fight you."
"Why not?"
"I think it's clearly why," Toothless tiled his head don't seeing the obvious, "I can't fight and I can't win."
"Yes you can," he insisted, "you just need to practice."
"Haven't you seen my arms? I don't have the strength." I turned before he could say anything else and ended walking to the camp.
Toothless walked in front of me and snarled, "You work with metal don't you?"
I sighed, "Yes, but-"
"Then you are strong!"
"No! I am not!" I yelled, "I am little, weak, and fragile." I remarked every word, the look of horror on Toothless eyes made turn away, I hugged myself and kept walking.
"Who told you that?" he asked softly.
I sat by the turned off campfire and hugged my knees, "Whole Berk, basically." I answered putting my chin over a knee, "It is true, I'm not buff I'm skinny," I sighed, "more than anyone, and even if someone else is skinny they have strength. I don't."
Toothless walked to my side, "You body have nothing to do with it," he assured me, "and what if you can't fight like them? You need to find a way that suits you."
"I was though every way to fight and to use any weapon. But I'm just… to weak to do so."
"That's why you should find your way. Your body may not be built for strength but for agility. It's like with fire-people, we are all different, every one of us were built for a different propose. Some bigger, some smaller; with big wings or none; able to fly or to swim or run."
Toothless stood at his full size and from the ground he looked even bigger, "You see me big, don't you?" I nodded, "There are bigger fire-people than me." he sat down and I frowned slowly.
"Yes but you are fast," I replied.
"Exactly! My body is for speed, our dark scales designed to hide in the night sky." He poked my chest; "You have that body for something."
I sighed heavily, he may have point but "Humans are not like dragons. Our body type can change even in the same family. It all depends of how your parents are and to luck." I explained him, "and that doesn't matter anyways. Ruffnut is skinny, Tuffnut is skinny, Asher is not exactly buff like Snotlout of Fishlegs but they are strong anyways, I'm not. They are right, I'm just a nuisance."
"DON'T SAY THAT!" Toothless roared and the loud sound made me jump and looked at him wide-eyed, "They are wrong! You may be small, you may be annoying sometimes but you are not weak, you are not fragile!" he exhaled trough his nostrils as to calm himself, "They had told you that so many times you began to believe it and made yourself weak."
"That… doesn't have sense."
"Yes it does!" he roared again, "They have get into your head and made you thought you are something you are not! I know that because that what she does!" he realized what he said too late; it was obvious in his face he had speak more than he should.
"She?" I asked. Toothless shifted nervous and looked away.
"Forget I said that," I looked away too, thinking.
She… 'Once I didn't ate for two moons.' 'Aren't queens supposed to see you have enough food?' She…
"Toothless…" I said slowly, part of my brain still on my memories; his nervousness then was like what he was showing now, "What's going on in that nest?"
The black dragon rested on the ground and let out all the air for his nose as he laid his head on his paws, "bad things."
My mind traveled to Berk, to the raids; they don't have that much raids in here. It was all inside the archipelago, it was all on that nest.
"Toothless," I said again but he turned his eyes away, "I need to know," I kneel to be closer to him and softly put a hand on his head.
"Fuzzy, I'll explain you. But… not now, okay?" he said and I could feel how the simple thought hunted him, I could feel how scared he was of the memories. Bad things…
I sighed and looked up to the dark clouds, "You promise?" I asked and his eyes followed mines looking, too, beyond everything and into the stars.
"For the night-suns," he promised.
I leaned against his bare neck and caressed his warm scales, "You are growing fast," I told him and his eyes returned to me, "you'll need a new saddle, buddy."
"You have been working with animal-skin and metal for weeks making things for Vikings you don't even know and now you got the idea to make something for me." he said annoyed, "you are a very good friend, Fuzzy." He let his head fall on his paws again. Wait… was that sarcasm?
I laughed, "Yes, a friend that is going to take you for a night flight," I said knowing that would cheer him up. A flight was what we need to forget the later conversations.
Toothless stood up and licked my face, "Like I said, you are a very good friend."
I laughed and took his saddle to put it on, "Wait," I said realizing something, "did you call me 'fuzzy'?"
"I have called you like that since ever," he said confused.
"Oh… I didn't understand you until now," I said putting the rope in the mechanism. "Why?" I asked.
"For the hair on you head and clothes," he said proudly, "do you like it?"
I laughed and jumped on his back, "I love it." I had called him Toothless for his smile; he could call me Fuzzy for my hair.
To answer some things: Midnight510, yes they are all OCs, this story its gonna have a lot of them, but they are not going to be very important, just people she'll be meeting on the way.
MMM, nope but there may be another person that gets her heart.
Aaand there is going to be another unexpected visit from the Archipelago, who can guess who it's gonna be?
And I want to add that the story would also mention mythical creatures on the way, may be have a few in the story (same as OCs they will not be very important) and may put things that are not historical accurate but we are talking about dragons here and its fiction so, how cares? I definitely don't.
Thanks all of you for reading! I'm already writing the next chapter so i hope i'll have it in a few days but my brothers just bought an Xbox and... well... I want to play. I'll make my best to have it before school begins so it'll be soon.