Well here is the 3 chapter of The Dragon Whisperer. Thank you guys for the amazing support. Remember I don't own a damn thing.

3. Awakening

"Get up," Spitelout yelled up the stairs of the chief's cottage in the village. Nothing, he marched up the stairs to his son's door. "Get up," he yelled slightly louder. Grumbles emanated from in the room. "Get up NOW!" Spitelout yelled and kicked the door stubbing his toe. The door swung unconcernedly open revealing an occupied bed. Ignoring his stubbed toe he marched to the bed and kicked it, stubbing his toe again. He grabbed his booted foot and hopped around cursing.

Snotlout looked up, "you shouldn't do that, it probably hurts."

"No shi… ahh, this hurts," Spitelout said in between heavy breaths.

"Like I said, it hurts when you do that."

"I won't be instructed by you, boy."

"Well, goodnight then," snotlout said and turned over, pulling the fur over his head. Spitelout let his foot down and limped around the bed. He grabbed the furs and yanked them off the bed. Snotlout looked up and and grabbed for the furs. Spitelout responded by throwing them out the small window in the room. Snotlout glared at his father.

"I hope your not getting weak like the previous was?" Spitelout said and glared backed his son. Snotlout was out of bed in record time and saluted. "Good, you can move fast."

"I'm not weak," Snotlout said simply.

"That's good, you know leaders are the strongest people. Then we let all the other people do all the work so they become stronger."

"Yes, but some of us are born naturally stronger than others."

"Yes, that's right son," Spitelout said and smiled.

"Also we, as leaders, have to have wife."

"Well, yes,"

"Then where is my princess," Snotlout asked unhappily.

"She will be found soon, and you will have her as your wife." Spitelout smiled an led his son out of the room and down the stairs.

They exited the chieftain's house and made their way down the small hill to the village. Vikings bowed as the two passed. They held their heads high as if they belonged to monarchy. Spitelout pointed to the great hall and Snotlout followed. It was about time for lunch and Spitelout was thinking about food.

"Sir, when are we going to receive winter rations?" said a Viking. Spitelout turned and looked the man up and down, annoyed at the interruption.

"Food will be given to those are deserving," he said and walked away. The Viking sighed and wondered if they would make it through the winter without Stoick.

The small stocky man sat by the smallest fire in the corner of the great hall. His small dark eyes darted from person to person, judging each one for who they were with scary accuracy. He knew which people carried weapons and who was good at fighting. It was an easy accomplishment for his analytical and strategic mind. Just then the doors to the hall were opened suddenly. He did not react, he had no enemies here. The chief and his son entered loudly talking of food. He watched them raid the food table and make their way to the largest fire. They sat eating messily and joking loudly. The man watched a Viking go to the chief and ask something. The chief exploded into a long tirade about complaints and reliability. The said something about Stoick being the reliable one. That really set the chief off and he shouted that the next person said anything about Stoick would be outcast. The Viking turned in anger and left. The chief made a loud comment about in intelligent Vikings.

The small man looked quickly around the room until he found his taller brother. Their eyes met and the small man nodded. The taller brother walked across the room to the chief and addressed him. The chief turned to him and they conversed shortly. Then the chief turn and looked at the small man. The small man motioned for the chief to come over. He complied and walked quickly over.

"So about our deal," the chief asked before sitting down.

'Vikings and their money,' the man thought, 'one seems to own the other.'

The man was on his black dragon, enjoying the air among the clouds. Flying on the sea of white fluffy waves was his place to think. He would wonder of his many designs, inventions, dragons, and sometimes people. And right now the mystery of the beautiful girl, that had literally fallen at his doorstep, was plaguing his mind. He knew nothing of who she was except that she was to marry his cousin and for that he felt sorry for her. Also she also reminded him of a girl that he, at one time, had seen everyday. She had stopped by once a week to place he had worked to have her axe sharpened. But that been a different life. He tried thinking about a new bola he was designing, it would hopefully be accurate enough to use for bird hunting. He had several prototypes, and currently trying to fix the tricky release mechanism. Once it had fired on him prematurely, nearly breaking his leg. He still had a bruise that hurt when he applied pressure. But it was nothing compared to the pain she would be in when she awoke. This thought spurred him to turn towards home.

The mans dragon turned looked back up at his rider. The man leaned down to the dragon's ear and whispered, " lets go fast." The dragon lived for those words. He put more and more power into each wing beat, his veins surging with adrenaline. The dragon let out a roar into the oncoming wind.

The man let out a whoop of joy. He noticed his dragon stop beating his wings and glide.

"Bud what are you doinaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled as his dragon took a sudden dive. They landed next to the man's house. The man removed himself from the dragon and glared at the beast. The dragon looked back with indigance. "What was that for!?" the man asked facing his dragon. The dragon warbled happily and toothlessly smiled at the man. "Impossible," the man said. He turned and walked to the door of his house. He opened it and hurried to take his cold weather garb of. He walked into the room and found her still asleep. He sighed, it was starting to worry him. It had been two days since her fall and she had not so much as stirred. He grabbed some papers, tossed another log on the fire and sat down at his desk. He had some designs to refine and some schematics to make.

He worked hard at thinking up a new system for triggering his mini bola. Then he worked up a design for a hotter furnace in his workshop. He held the paper up to the light and tested it in his mind. It seemed to make sense on paper but he was tired. He set it down and yawned, it was late. He laid his head on his arm and looked at the paper again. Slowly his eyes crept shut and he began to softly snore.

His sleep was disturbed by something foreign and strange. It came through as incomprehensible words stumbling through his consciousness. He knew that this was in some way significant. He hadn't heard many voices in his time as a hermit. In fact the time he had talked to those two berkians the day before, had been the first time he had talked to a human in six years. He had asked them about the girl. The girl! The only person who could possibly be talking, in his room, was her.

He lifted his head from his arm and looked at her with his blurry vision. She looked mad.

"Who in helheim are you?" she questioned forcefully.

He blinked, and collected himself. "You wouldn't like my name," he said. She frowned at him. His mind started to shake of sleep and a few things came to him in a flash of realization. She was sitting, which was a great feat considering her probable pain. With that in mind she was also taking that pain extremely well.

He stood up and walked to the side of the cot, she shied away from him. "All you need know," he paused, "is that i'm a friend." She looked at him carefully, and nodded reluctantly.

She was at a loss, but she tried not to let it show. The last thing she remembered was running away from berk, everything after that was fuzzy. But that was in the past. The stranger seemed genuine, which was a lot more than she could say for her former village. Hungry gnawed at her stomach and pain filled her leg. But she refused to let it show, she didn't train for nothing. "Do you have food?" she asked. Her comment surprised him and he had to think before responding, "Yeah." He turned and she watched him leave the room. "Why didn't I think of food?" he muttered to himself and she would have laughed had she not been in so much pain.

Toothless listened to the two humans, he wondered why she was here. She came from the village of dragon haters, he knew that much. And because of this, he couldn't help but feel that she would bring some sort of trouble on him and his human.

Well that's the third chapter done. Next to answer some questions: I can confirm that there will be no rape scenes or anything of that relative nature. I don't think there will be a lemon later (but i don't know for sure). Please feel free to leave suggestions, ideas or comments. Again really appreciate the response to the story. Happy (late) New Year and have a wonderful day.

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