"Modern myth".
How to train your dragon, Toothcup.
By: Sinattea.
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Disclaimer: Cressida Cowell owns the book series, Dreamworks owns the movie. I own nothing but this AU.
Note: I can only say that this chapter might earn a fair amount of... No, I won't say it, it will pretty much ruin the surprise, but if you've read chapter 12 of "Ruleta Rusa" you know what's coming... sort of.
Go, read! READ! !
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Chapter 12: Broken.
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The intruder daylight made hundreds of color sparkles burst beneath Toothless' closed eyelids, forcing his eyes finally open. His orbs gleamed like yellow-tainted emeralds. He blinked repeatedly, trying to get used to the light.
He was sleeping so comfortably. And for the first time in quite a while, he didn't dream at all; it was all peaceful black inside his head. That's how tired he was, his mind didn't even have the energy to produce nightmares as would be usual given the circumstances. Who would break the empty peace he was at last experimenting and why?
- Are you awake now? – came the familiar voice. The puzzle in Toothless' head solved itself and brought him back to the real world - How are you feeling?
If he felt like cursing even at Hiccup for waking him up that was the first signal that something was going really wrong. Had he not remembered he'd asked the other boy to do so, Toothless might have aggressively snapped at him. "Alright, serene yourself. You got no energy to waste with pointless arguing" Toothless thought.
- It's been three hours already? – he managed to whimper, sounding like a spoiled little kid - Five minutes?
Hiccup smiled, Toothless couldn't see it for he was still light-blinded, but he sensed the grin on his voice.
- I'll always keep you to your word, trust that. Again, how are you feeling?
"Not five minutes, then" the dragon boy complained, but wisely kept it to himself.
- I'm tired – he groaned.
Hiccup sat by his side on the bed, placing a careful hand on the black-haired head.
- Still hurts?
- I can take it – Toothless slowly propped himself on his elbows -. I'd say I've been through worse but… right now I can't think of any examples. Is it healing?
Hiccup delayed an entire minute to understand that Toothless meant the wound on his back. Toothless sat and Hiccup sheepishly pulled his jacket up to take a look at the huge thick scar beneath. It looked gross, to be honest, but compared to the former lesion it was actually a big improvement.
- I think s- - - Wait! Your skin's not burnt anymore!
- Burns don't last much. Cuts are a whole different matter. Especially deep ones.
- Especially this one – Hiccup noticed. Toothless didn't respond, he merely sighed.
- We can't stay here anymore. I gotta go home…
- So do I, but I'll take you there. We can call a taxi.
Hiccup stood from the bed and helped Toothless to do the same. At the beginning the taller guy stumbled, his knees shaking a bit due to the weakness still present in his whole body, but thanks to Hiccup's hold he managed to support his own weight.
He looked around, carefully studying the bed, the closet, the window with blue curtains, the white wooden doors that led to the bathroom and the hallway respectively. He noticed the artificial flower scent of the floor-cleaning fluid. A guest room, he deduced by the lack of photographs on the shelves. A guest room where?
- Where are we right now? – he questioned, his eyes narrowing and his nose twitching as his senses recollected all the information they could about his surroundings.
Hiccup doubted long before answering.
- Ehm… Astrid's house.
- Astrid Hofferson's house? – Toothless' eyes opened so wide it might look as if his orbs where about to pop out. He froze on the spot - Your ex's house?
- Hey, Fishlegs wouldn't answer the phone! I couldn't think of no one else. And she's not a bad person, she helped generously…
- I seriously gotta go home… – Toothless muttered through gritted teeth. That's when Hiccup realized it.
- Toothless…
Enough, Toothless' glass was full. Now Hiccup was going to defend Astrid's intervention in this whole matter? He'd doubted about revealing to him who had aided them; he knew it was wrong to get her involved, and yet he was thinking of defending her? Toothless had no idea why, but he felt the outburst irremediably coming.
- You trusted your ex to- - -?!
- Are you jealous?
- What? – fine, now that he had a name for that outburst Toothless felt less upset than a second ago.
He was, naturally, determined to deny the whole deal. He couldn't be jealous, right? Because jealousy wasn't good, it reflected a serious lack of confidence and trust, and Toothless completely trusted Hiccup and completely felt confident of himself, right? He was simply and logically worried because receiving somebody's help meant giving that somebody answers and getting him (her) meddled in secrets nobody should know about. But it wasn't because Toothless felt jealous of how Hiccup still trusted the girl he had once liked, right? "Keep saying that until you believe it, dragon".
- Toothless, you have no reason to – this said Hiccup grinned and pulled the boy into a sweet kiss, which the other immediately deepened, biting Hiccup's lower lip and enjoying the humid taste of his tongue.
Hiccup was surprised by the urgency and passion Toothless printed on their contact, yet after a couple seconds he felt the same and let things follow their course. Hours ago he had come to think he'd lose Toothless forever. Although it seemed like everything happened years ago, the feeling was still fresh. He needed now, more than ever, to feel him close.
A very similar idea crossed Toothless' mind, except his need was driven and exacerbated by his sudden jealousy. He couldn't help it. As he possessively wrapped both arms around Hiccup's thin waist, all Toothless could think of was: "He is mine. You are mine, Hiccup".
When they fell, tangled in each other's arms, on the bed, Toothless' mind was sinking again in a happy blackness, nothing but Hiccup's scent connecting him to reality. "You are mine, mine and mine only". It almost turned into a mantra, silencing even the part of his brain that screamed his body's ache out loud. "Mine, mine, mine…"
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- Great! ! Taxi's here! – shouted Ruffnut, her relief turning into excitement as she walked away from the lobby's window and into the living room.
She had barely survived the most awkward and most exasperating fifteen minutes of dead silence she'd ever found herself forced to face.
Hiccup let out a sigh of relief too when he heard the twin's news.
All that time Astrid and Toothless had sat across the room, staring at each other's poker face; Toothless' arms crossed, his fingers clawing on his own muscles.
- I don't feel comfortable receiving their help – was the only thing he'd pronounced so far. Hiccup had, literally, face-palmed when listened to that.
- And I bet she's not comfortable with your blood on her sheets. Please be nice, Toothless, we can discuss this later.
The boy's green eyes had revealed a scrap of shame, and he drew a gesture similar to a child's who's just been scolded by an adult. He later bit his lips and dedicated a softened look to the girl in front of him. Astrid had raised her eyebrows skeptically.
When Ruffnut walked in, nothing about the scene had changed much.
- So – she voiced -, your taxi's here and we swear not to tell your secret to the wolf-police. Deal?
Utter silence. But since Ruffnut had a terrible timing when it came to shutting up, she foolishly decided to break it.
- And, well, that's not as much a secret as you think, but we also swear not to say anything 'bout you two – she shrugged, and scratched the back of her head -. Sorry for the interruption back at the room, by the way. Damn it guys! You should've locked the door this time. I really thought you were giving first aids this time…
Toothless glared at her, his cheeks burning red (nothing compared to Hiccup's, though; his were bright as a traffic light), yet something really murderous in his eyes. Now it was Astrid's turn to face-palm. Ruffnut gulped, hardly swallowing the rest of her comment, and repeated the alleviating news: "Taxi's here! !"
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Quite a pity tension didn't diminish at all when it was just Toothless and Hiccup in the vehicle. Although exhausted as he was, it was obvious that Toothless was pretty upset for the situation. His wounds were now a secondary matter; they'd heal, eventually, as they always did. He was more worried about having two girls (two popular Viking girls) sharing the secret of his and Hiccup's relationship's true nature.
- How much did you tell them? – he whispered, something dark slithering in his voice.
- I didn't say anything, they deduced it. Wasn't hard considering it was you and me, alone, on saturday night…
- Well, they didn't look surprised at all when they walked in on us – Toothless unconsciously closed his hands into fists, his whole face denoting frustration. Not that he and Hiccup were in the most compromising of situations (after all they were just kissing, and nothing else), which he didn't want to admit, but was pretty much the frustrating part.
- I didn't confirm anything…
- Neither denied it, am I right?
Hiccup couldn't believe he was hearing such a tone coming from his dearest's mouth. He sounded upset, disappointed, troubled. He sounded like everything Hiccup had never wanted to represent to him. The Haddock boy automatically shrunk, hugging himself with need, trying to shelter from what he began to suspect would be the first fight between him and Toothless.
- Toothless, does this really bother you that much?
- Oh, and it shouldn't? – he snapped - You have any idea of what- - -?! Argh! !
When Toothless' turned around aggressively his scar sent a piercing pain through all his body. His words died abruptly in his throat, replaced by an animalistic growl. Hiccup wanted to ask the obligated question, receiving a warning growl to remain quiet. Yet he insisted and tried to check the wound; Toothless slapped his hand away.
- Don't!
Hiccup withdrew his hand, confused, his mind working at full speed trying to comprehend why Toothless was behaving in such instable way. An hour ago he was the synonym of affection and now he was the total antithesis, almost as if he wanted to be left alone, completely.
Hiccup couldn't figure out an answer till he saw the distorted expression of pain, the gritted teeth and the growing fangs. Toothless was merely assuming the surly and distrusting attitude of any wounded animal. When he was hurt the most he knew he had to take whatever help was offered because he needed it (of course it wasn't like he had any strength to refuse back then), but now that he was a little better and slowly recovered his self-sufficiency he didn't want anyone to see him in that state. But Astrid, Ruffnut, and Hiccup, the most of all, had witnessed said state, and Toothless' instinctive pride couldn't stand that. This time wasn't like the first time he'd taken Hiccup's help in the woods.
- I need to get home – he mumbled, confirming Hiccup's theory.
- We'll be there soon…
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Toothless didn't allow Hiccup to escort him upstairs. Odin, he didn't even let the boy wait at the door with him. He insisted that it was better if Hiccup made good use of the taxi and headed home at once. "You need to rest as well". He didn't even seem to remember that Hiccup would be heading towards the unleashed hell. He was changed; he didn't seem to care much about anything anymore, as if he'd just realized something brutally important that emptied his head of all further thought.
Hiccup couldn't insist before those shadowed dragon eyes. He wanted to do something. But what could he, a mere human, do for a dragon? What else besides all he'd done already? "You have to go" Toothless had said. "I'll be fine" he had promised. Therefore, Hiccup left; but even so, he ordered the taxi driver to wait until he saw Mrs. Evans open the door and, scandalized the most, helped blood-covered Toothless in.
He tried so very hard to force his mind to think of something other than Toothless; he had his own troubles to focus on. He could imagine the whole scene: his father standing in all his height and width at the door, the most fierce and raging look imaginable on his eyes. And Hiccup hadn't even thought of an excuse, he was beginning to think that using Ruffnut's would be better than the probable stuttering and hiccups he'd come up with.
The taxi stopped in front of his house.
Stoick wasn't there. His pick-up wasn't there.
Hiccup paid the fare and walked into his yard with caution, as if he expected some sort of trap to activate at any minute. Was his father really gone or was it some sort of trick to catch him in flagrante? Or maybe he'd left to go look for him?
Filled with doubt and a fair amount of fear, Hiccup entered the house. His father wasn't there either. "Dad?" he called, and received no response.
The answers came until he walked into the kitchen, where, attached to the fridge with a viking-ship shaped magnet, was a hand-written note from Stoick himself.
"There was an accident at Gobber's. He finally managed to blow up his workshop. He's alive, not to worry. Have some breakfast when you wake up. I'll call you when the fire's out".
Thank the gods that Stoick's writing was way clearer than his speaking, otherwise Hiccup might have thought he'd misunderstood. So his father was gone since early hours? Hadn't he noticed Hiccup's absence? Could he even get this lucky? …Wait! Gobber set fire to his house?! !
That's when Hiccup believed turning on his cellular would be a good idea. There were only two missing calls from his dad. He pressed the green button and called him himself.
Stoick was fast to answer.
- Hiccup! Fin'lly!
- Hey, dad. My battery died, sorry – Hiccup did his best to sound calm and lazy, as if he'd just woken up. It wasn't even midday, which on a sunday wasn't weird at all -. So what's with Gobber? Is he alright?
- Oh, he's fine. Lost hal' his garage, but he's fine – Stoick's voice sounded really tired; relieved, but tired -. Sorry for leavin' like tha', son, t'was really early, didn' wan' to wake ya up. Bein' ya' firs' day withou' bandage an' medication…
- You're… so considerate, dad - Hiccup couldn't help but feel a suffocating flush of guilt. His father being all… fatherly, finally, and he was going to lie shamelessly to him once he got home? He gulped, attempting to swallow his remorse with it - Thanks… You… you want me to go and help?
- No, there ain' much ya can do, 'nyways – something softened in Stoick's chest when his son pronounced such an uncommon compliment. His tense voice lightened a lot -. Stay hom', rest. Gobber's fine, he'll be teasin' ya t'morrow a' school.
- You mean teaching, right? – Hiccup felt infinitely grateful for the sly smile his father summoned to his lips. He needed that.
- Or whuteva he does a' ya' school – Stoick joked. Hiccup could tell apart Gobber's complaining through the background noise. His father chuckled with his guttural laughter -. Gotta go now, son. I'll be back 'bout 7pm.
- I'll be… right here, dad – of course, because where else was he supposed to be having a significant other wounded at the opposite end of town?
- Be good, Hiccup – Stoick said, tightening the knot in the boy's throat. His mother used to say that phrase to bid farewell when he was a little kid. It meant a lot for the both of them, especially since none had pronounced it in years.
Hiccup hung the phone feeling positively worse than before. For a second he wished his father were there, in the house, screaming and threatening with the worst of punishments after he was done with the whole killing-burying-disinterring-reviving process. Had that been the case, Hiccup could've taken it as the perfect excuse to leave the house and go to Toothless' side; surely by now the dragon boy would be missing his company.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do that anymore. Not after reading his father's note, the first he'd written in years (Stoick usually left with no announcement, after all it was easy to infer he'd be either at the gym or at the local pub with Spitelout). Not after hearing his mother's words from him, for the first time in years.
Hiccup sat on the floor, staring at the living room from his place. He spotted the only recent picture of him and his father, which stood on the highest shelf. It was taken almost two years ago, at a boxing event where Stoick's students had amazingly beaten everybody up, earning him a "Best Coach" award. A reporter from the local newspaper asked Stoick for a picture with his son, to give the article a whole new perspective about the "two types of coaching". That photography hadn't even been voluntary.
Hiccup looked down and reread the note. Things really improved between him and his father after the twisted ankle issue, and Hiccup couldn't risk losing that a second time. Not when he was beginning to feel that, if he was indeed good, the next picture of his father and him would actually represent something.
He didn't want to lose his father again. That's why, no matter how much he wanted to be with Toothless, he would be good and stay in his house.
He'd have to content himself with a phone call.
Which reminded him of that curious moment, right before he left Toothless at his door…
- Hiccup – Toothless had grimly muttered -, could you please give me back my cell?
Not bothering to dissimulate his disillusion (Hiccup had come to believe he'd be asked to stay, but Toothless had made it clear he wanted to go on alone) he fished the phone out of his backpack, where it had been since the last night. That's when he got the first and last glimpse of what could now be wrong with Toothless: there were at least seven missing calls, all of them from a strange foreigner number.
And Hiccup had a pretty good idea of whom that number belonged to.
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Evelyn Valhalla.
She was a smart, clever and kind person, but that didn't mean she couldn't be cold or intimidating when she wanted to; or better, when she had to. This time, she was furious, because she had to and she wanted to be furious. Toothless didn't need to see her to know she'd be wearing the most disappointed expression ever.
- We had a deal, Dean. You made a promise: to be careful and to call me whenever you had a problem. You've been missing all night long, you're hurt… And I must find out because you don't answer your phone? ? – she hissed through the auricular, the thud of a hand against a wooden desk marking her words.
Toothless sighed, defeated. Lying to Evelyn was always to no avail. She knew things. She always knew everything. How? That was a doubt Toothless hadn't dissipated yet.
- H-how did you know? – he stuttered.
- I always have my means. I've taken care of you since you were nine years old. I believe you should give my instincts some credit – she replied somewhat offended -. What happened Dean? And don't you dare to lie.
The addressed gulped before responding; his mouth was terribly dry…
- I was flying, passed midnight, in the woods. There was a camp of Hunters…
- A camp? How could you possibly overlook a camp? ?
- They didn't look like Hunters! They weren't supposed to be! – Toothless cried through gritted teeth.
- And what about that squat? The ones you killed two months ago. Somebody must have missed them. They were looking for their men and they saw a dragon flying above their heads! ! – Evelyn was losing her temper. Every word made her sound madder than before - Now you better wish they didn't distinguish the Night Fury or they'll never leave Berk.
- I needed to fly… – was it even worthy? Trying to justify himself? He'd committed a mistake, a huge one. Trying to impress Hiccup had lowered all of his defenses; he let down his guard. He'd failed, he knew it.
But worse of all: she knew it.
- What you need, and what you want – Evelyn worked hard not to let the pity she felt drip into her voice when speaking such cruel reality aloud -, I'm sorry, Dean, but will never be as important as what you must. You know that.
- How was I supposed to know? Do I have to be suspicious of everyone and everything? ? – it hurt. His reality hurt so much…
- You're the only half-dragon in the world; suspicion keeps you alive. A large amount of campers in low season? Dean, please! !
- They said it was a spiritual retirement… – he mumbled.
- Spiritual? Dean, you know all the key words related to this Vatican division. How could you be so careless? ? What were you thinking of that could possibly be more important than your survival?! !
That was enough. She didn't know it, but she was messing with Hiccup. No one messed with Hiccup.
- Stop calling me that! ! I'm not Dean… I'm Toothless…
- Oh, right. I had forgotten that lovely nickname tradition of Berk's – her sarcasm was so intense it was offensive, even though she didn't mean it to. A bit of sadness slipped in her voice -. So you feel at home Dean? Don't get used to it: they'll go after you, and you'll have to leave…
Toothless couldn't listen anymore. He didn't want to. He couldn't stand to.
He threw the phone violently against the wall; it crashed in a hundred pieces.
He sank both hands in his hair and clawed at his head. Boiling tears shed from his eyes like crystalline lava…
That was only the first of many signals warning the world was crumbling out of place.
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Toothless was nowhere to be seen during the next days. He didn't answer the phone, he didn't attend school, he didn't attend his job, and at the tenement house nobody knew where he was or how to contact him. The story repeated with a hideous difference: this time a certain boy wasn't there to take care of the dragon. Hiccup was growing utterly desperate.
- I need to find him – he muttered to himself all the time. He was physically present but his mind couldn't focus and return to reality. He was like a zombie walking across the school.
Fishlegs was truly worried, about Hiccup and Toothless; they were both his friends, and he had no idea how he could help them. If Hiccup had no idea of what was going on, what could be expected from him, who only witnessed things from the outside? Still, he wanted to help; Hiccup was, after all, his best friend of all life.
- No news from him yet? – he questioned Hiccup during lunch.
The Haddock boy shook his head miserably in negation, stabbing his food with the fork. Fishlegs' eyes flew to the other corner of the bench, where Toothless' absence was notorious. The table felt empty without him.
- What did they tell you at Hotel Nordic? – he whispered to Hiccup.
- He called on sunday. Reported himself sick.
- And what did they tell you here?
- Confidential – Hiccup snorted furiously, cursing Principal Sanders under his breath -. Yet Gobber says he also reported sickness.
Fishlegs bit the inner part of his cheek, feeling flooded by guilt. Hiccup had, naturally, told him everything about the "wolf accident" at the forest and the help Astrid and Ruffnut had provided. He couldn't help but blame himself: it should've been him. It should've been Fishlegs the one to answer the phone and figure out a way to go and pick his friends. It should have been his help and not the girls'. Had he done that he'd be in a better shape to aid right now. He was feeling like a lousy friend.
- And back at his house? – he wondered.
- He packed a small suitcase and left – revealed Hiccup, frustrated to his very core -. To go where? He's hurt, he has no family… He only has me. I need to go find him.
Before Hiccup could stand up and do something impulsive and potentially stupid, Fishlegs grabbed him by the shoulder and had him seated again.
- You already searched everywhere… Wait! ! Did you already check the hospital? Maybe he finally accepted he needs medical attention and didn't wanna trouble you. He's tough, not stupid. I bet he hospitalized!
Hiccup blinked a couple times, his puzzled expression dissolving.
- I haven't… actually thought that. He could be at the hospital – it wasn't very logical considering Toothless' "I-heal-myself" animal instinct, but a glimpse of hope lit Hiccup's face anyways -. Maybe she asked him to go…
- She? Who's she? – Fishlegs wanted to know.
- You're right Fishlegs! He could be at the hospital, he must be! Oh, his silly pride, why wouldn't he tell me?
Fishlegs didn't matter being ignored this time, seeing Hiccup's expression of utter relief for a change after those anxious days he could forgive it. He'd managed to help, he wasn't that much of a lousy friend.
- Thanks, bud – said Hiccup, a sly smile curling his mouth.
- Was the least I could do… I should've been there on sunday – Fishlegs blurted.
- Hey, it isn't your fault. That happens… You're here now and that's what counts.
Fishlegs drew a shy smile.
- You want me to come to the hospital too?
- Thanks, but no. I… I have to do this alone.
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A good thing it was, actually, that Hiccup went alone to the hospital. Against all his hopes, there was no Dean Night registered, neither someone recently checked in that fitted his description.
In other words, Toothless had officially vanished without saying a word to him.
Hiccup had searched everywhere; he'd even visited their secret clearing everyday to see if he could find the slightest hint of Toothless' presence. Nothing.
As he left the hospital amidst increasing rain he didn't know how to feel anymore. Was he worried? Mad? Disappointed maybe? There was this strange sensation of rage building inside of him; he needed to punch someone, he needed to scream. And for some reason he wasn't angry with Toothless for doing what he did, but with the world for letting him.
Before he realized it, his feet took him to the nearest station and got him on the first bus that headed to the woods. He hadn't noticed earlier (busy as he was dealing with his sudden anger), but he had this certain feeling that he should go there, that if he hurried he might find Toothless at their clearing. Why? No idea; he'd already scratched their meeting spot from the list of possibilities, but the instinct was way too strong to ignore. He just kept going.
He walked an hour, two. It was raining. He felt tired, he had a ton of homework to do, his ankle still bothered him every now and then, but he reached the clearing.
Toothless was there. After three days of endless anguish, Hiccup had finally found him.
But… there was something wrong. That was Toothless, no doubt, but he wasn't the Toothless Hiccup knew.
He knelt in the middle of the clearing, his arms hanging languidly at his sides. His head was down, a curtain of black and dirty hair with all sorts of leaves and branches tangled in it covering his face. The rain had turned to sleet and poured down his body. Besides, he was wearing his hybrid form. His wings looked as fragile as if they were made of black paper.
Hiccup contemplated the somber scene absolutely terrified. He tried to approach the dragon boy and stepped on a branch with a noisy snap. Toothless' eyes gleamed viciously when he opened them.
- You shouldn't be here – he sneered. Hiccup paid no attention to his grim tone.
- Toothless, what's going on?
- Get out – he hissed.
- Toothless, I've been looking for you like a desperate for days. Where…? Why…?
- Get out.
- No – replied Hiccup, determined. He cautiously moved a step closer. Toothless roared at him menacingly.
- Leave me alone…
- Toothless, I'm here to help- - -
- There's nothing you can do! ! – he stood up with the speed of a dragon, turning his hopeless, confused and violent expression towards Hiccup - Can't you see? I'm broken! ! I can't fly anymore! ! I CAN'T! ! !
He smashed his hybrid hands against a tree, clawing so deep that sap bled through the marks. That's when Hiccup noticed one of Toothless' tailfins was missing, the one the Hunter's lightning had shredded the worst. A knot quickly settled on Hiccup's throat.
- No, no… Toothless, you… you're gonna be okay, we'll find a way to- - -
- We? – Toothless shut him at once - We? ? Are you mocking me? ? – then he started screaming, every word pushing Hiccup one step away with invisible and invincible force - What would you know?! How would you understand what I'm going through? You think a couple months give you any right to play wise with me? What do you know about me? Nothing! ! ! You're no one to understand what I'm feeling! ! I can't fly! ! I'll never fly again and it's your fault! ! Leave me alone! ! !
Hiccup tripped on a root and fell flat on his back, staring wide and teary eyed at the dragon before him.
- Tooth- - -
- STAY AWAY FROM ME! ! !
In the blink of an eye Toothless fully transformed into the Night Fury and ran away, melting in the forest's shadows, leaving behind a boy feeling as broken as himself.
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Another note: Why do I like to do this to myself? Really, why? ? You can hate me for this chapter if you want to, I made myself cry for Odin's sake!
And I gotta tell you that I'm taking a short break from this fic. Not to worry, I'll update again in two weeks time, three at the most, but first I need to get through an annoying writer's block.
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