Hi! These are a couple of one-shots about the ninja's dragons, cause they're so dang cute. If you have an idea for a one-shot, feel free to leave it in the comments. Enjoy!

The earth dragon felt the scythe's absence almost instantly.

It took a second to open his gaping maw after nearly two centuries of being dormant, letting out a bone-deep growl as he stretched his claws with some popping snaps. His eyelids cracked open to a small army of skeletons running for cover as they noticed the dragon's movement.

Four colorful-thieves, the black one had his scythe-stood with their backs to him, arguing something among themselves. The earth dragon took his opportunity to sneak up on them, the golden weapon glinting in his eyes.

The First Master had charged him with a duty to protect his treasured weapon, and he refused to let it fall into evil hands.

The earth rumbled with the dragon, talons making the pebbles on the surface tremble. The four thieves froze, slowly turning around at the winged lizard looming over them, saliva dripping on the black one's head.

He growled.

The dragon of lightning knew his job was to guard his weapon, which entailed staying in one place, entering a kind of 'sleep' of some sort, and never leaving their charge unprotected.

But... the dragon had never been to Ninjago before. And it didn't help that he was so young, energy zipping through him constantly, maddeningly. He just had to stay awake.

The First Master was hesitant to choose him for the task, but he had begged him to give the dragon a chance. And he'd been doing a really good job... up until this point.

At first, it was just quick little flights through the stormclouds, the static buzzing the air sent a thrill through his scales that was borderline addictive. But then he began to explore the rolling hills surrounding his stronghold in the sky. Ninjago was beautiful, so lush and full of life compared to the First Realm.

He never dreamed that someone would actually try to steal the nunchucks. Well, he wasn't stupid, but still, he didn't think they'd be stolen by this little guy.

Sensing a presence near his charge, the lightning dragon cut sharply in the powerful gale. His sharp eyes caught a flash of blue reaching up to the golden weapon. With a snarl, the lightning dragon perched on the edge of the chained stronghold, wings splayed out for balance.

The blue thief let out a screech so high-pitched the dragon could've sworn his ears popped. He shook his head, a surge of panic hitting him when he focused on the spot the blue thief used to be. He whipped around just in time to see the intruder unfurl his own set of wings, gliding gracefully down to the surrounding cliffs.

No no no no! The lightning dragon bristled and fell into a dive, already imagining how much trouble he'd be in if First Master found out about this.

But he had already lost sight of the thief in the sheets of rain stinging his eyes. Soon all he could see in the brief streaks of lightning were the black mountains beneath him.

Oh man, First Master was going to kill him.

The shuriken guardian heard the intruders before she saw them, light crunching on the untouched snow surrounding her temple giving them away.

Still, she waited, poised directly above her treasure and the entrance so there would be no missing the thieves. She watched and waited.

Four humans nervously entered the chamber, all eyes on the twin shuriken dangling in the air like snowflakes. One or two gasped, not that she could blame them, they were beautiful.

She waited.

The white one was hoisted up by the other three to reach the high target, and consequently, haphazardly close to her open maw. It was like hunting in the First Realm, prey blissfully unaware.

The second the white one's fingers grasped the golden blades the ice dragon roared to life, spraying him with her blistering breath until he was nothing more than a block of ice. His friends shrieked in alarm and began to flee, but she wasn't done with them yet. Her muscles and joints that had been dormant for so long creaked and snapped as she dropped to the slippery ground and sprinted for the thieves with a snarl, snapping at the frozen intruder who still had the shurikens frozen in his grasp.

His friends dragged him through a crevice in the ice, then followed suit. The ice dragon lunged for the last one out, the red one, feeling the fabric of his shirt slip through her teeth as her head slammed into the wall.

Her snout curled in a snarl as she tried to dig a bigger hole.

Stop.

The ice dragon froze at the voice, ears cocked listening.

Let them go, it is my will.

She growled, tail swishing side to side. She'd wanted to pursue them, punish them for daring to steal from her, maybe even eat one of them (She was starving). But she couldn't disobey an order from the First Master himself. She didn't have to be happy about it, though.

They will be back, He reassured her. Have no fear.

She snorted.

Whoever woke her up was gonna die.

"Guardian of the sword of fire, awaken! There are thieves here who wish to steal your charge!" A deep gravelly voice called out through the murk.

Shoot that was her cue.

Shedding the drowsiness clinging to her scales, the fire dragon's head burst out of the lava lake and buried her talons on the ash ground for purchase. Heat radiated off her, giving everything a wriggly distortion to her vision.

At first, she thought the thieves were the two kids huddled on a slab above the magma, her sword nowhere in sight.

Hold the phone.

She dipped down and snorted their scent entwined with the soot and smoke. The girl cowered behind what looked like her brother, who wasn't doing much better.

Heck, they were kids.

Worry grew in her throat. If these children didn't have her charge, who did? She looked around the cavern, catching a shadowy figure duck out of the entrance, so subtle she almost missed it.

Before she investigated, she turned back to the two children and rumbled deeply. You are not the thieves, The fire dragon stated, ember eyes boring into them, sensing a goodness in them she hadn't smelt in a couple of millennia.

"We-we need your help," the boy stammered, "we're going to get the sword back."

The dragon breathed a puff of smoke at them in agreement, turning back to the path the true thief stole out of.

This was going to be fun.