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7 Traitor

Mulch wondered why he and Bucket hadn't had the presence of mind to grabs some oars. The damned wind was blowing the wrong direction now. Fickle viking weather. They had not made a much progress. Someone could still catch them with oars and mulch didn't like it. The gentle tossing and pitching of the boat was like an ever ticking clock, counting the hours they had been lucky so far. He turned and looked at the fog for what seemed like the hundredth time. Suddenly more dragons came flying out of the fog. He watched in amazement as the beasts flew right over head without noticing the boat. They were headed towards Berk. It was the 6th group of dragons he had seen go that way that day. He could only guess the carnage that would encompass Berk. They had no proper chief. They hadn't for years, but they hadn't had a dragon attack like this for years. He almost felt bad that he had left Berk at a time in which it could have used him. But what would have happened if he stayed, would he have made difference. Common sense told him that he and Bucket could've made a difference had they been as skilled as Stoic.

Bucket scanned the horizon, he knew that Spitelout had too much pride to let them get away without a chase. The man had serious issues with his pride. Bucket could remember when Stoic's son was heir. Spitelout had passive aggressively pointed out that he thought his son would be a better heir, and at the time most in the village had believed him. Snotlout had been the paragon of a viking in potential. The chief's son had been disappointing at best, he had been scrawny, short and weak. Plus the boy had caused more damage and more trouble than most people had thought possible. He had tried to make up for his shortcomings, doing thing around the village to try to make for the damage he made. But the people of the village showed their disapproval of the boy in mean and sometimes, in not so subtle ways. However, if there was one thing that the boy got from his father it was his stubbornness. He had ignored what people said and tried with unmatched determination to do what would be right. At the same time the boy had endeavored to earn his father's approval. Bluntly neither had worked for him and it had ended in his supposed death. The boy had up and run away in the dead of winter. Stoic had never really shown much open affection for the boy. But when the boy had run away Stoic had spent the entire winter looking for his son. When the winter was over and still not one trace of the boy had been found, Stoic had resigned to the reality that his son was dead. It a word it broke him, and Spitelout was able to take control of the village bit by bit. The one passion that Stoic still seemed to care about though was killing dragons. He devoted his life to it finding the nest of the dragons. He would take expeditions into the fog to look for them, and one day he never returned. Then Spitelout had full control and seemed to think that he deserved it, or nobody had stood up and said that he didn't deserve it.

Snotlout ways the epitome of what vikings were supposed to be. He was muscular, loud, crass and somewhat skilled with a battle ax. The day that he became heir the people of Berk had learned that having a good chief was not entirely reliant on what they looked like. Snotlout looked like a viking and was everything they thought he should be, but he cared nothing for the people he was supposed to one day be the chief of. The village of Berk learned very soon that Spitelout did not care for them. He just wanted them to make him feel special or important and to make him rich. What he wanted had no bearing on what was best for the people. He was totalitarian in nature and probably would have sold the entire village into slavery, if he thought it bring him personal gain. He believed that he was better than everyone he met and their purpose was to make his life better.

If anyone had asked Bucket, which no one seemed to do, He would have made Stoics son the chief. The former heir had cared for the people even when they had not card for him. He had worked more, for the people, than most people realized. Sure the boy had made mistakes, but wasn't that what made people, people?

Toothless flapped his wings and made sure he kept a strong grip on the fish in his claws. He would have carried them in his mouth but his human didn't seem to like that very much. So here he was carrying fish in his claws. Doing things that his species were never designed to do. But so was his human, riding a dragon was something that was unusual for his species. He had adapted to it readily so maybe Toothless could adapt to carrying fish in his claws. The sea stack where his human was came into view. He stopped beating his wings and gilded gracefully to over the sea stack and pulled up hovering. He dropped the fish and then landed, himself. His human came up and patted him on the side and scratched his neck.

"Thanks bud," he said. Toothless crooned back. His human stopped and walked over to the fish. He picked a few up and walked over to the now crackling fire. The other human limped over using the fake leg. She sat by his human carefully. She was still scared and hurting a lot, He could smell it. The more time Toothless spent with someone the more he understood their feelings. They came to him as smells. Right now his human was worried for the other human, he also was curious and interested in something. Probably a lot of things, it was a smell that never left him.

Toothless layed down and prepared to go to sleep, his eyelids closed softly but he remained mostly conscience.

"So, how did you get to riding a dragon?" Astrid asked from her position next to Hiccup.

He turned and smiled, the light of the fire glinting off his eyes. "He found me in about the same place I found you. I had fallen off the edge and had broken my leg. I would have died but he kept me safe and warm until my leg was healed. By that time we liked each other so much that He stayed with me and we built that home together. One day he picked me up in his claws and carried me to this sea stack. It wasn't the best ride I've ever had, but it made me wonder what would make it easier to follow him flying. I tried the most obvious thing and jumped on his back and it worked."

Astrid smiled, the way he talked about the dragon was amazing. He loved the dragon, cared for him and had bonded with him. But that was a dragon. Astrid almost slapped herself, everything that she had seen in the last day had told her that dragons were not what they appeared to be. It made her wonder though, she would have never tried to get on a dragon even if it had saved her life. And there was the question of how he had ended up on the bottom of the cove.

"Why did you feel comfortable with him near you? I don't think any vikings I know of would have done that."

He looked back at her and she saw into him. For a moment his eyes filled with a long lost pain. But when he spoke his voice did not betray his feelings.

"I'm not really a viking," He said. She looked back at him confused, everyone was viking in these parts, at least she didn't know of anyone else willing to brave the winter.

"I thought everyone was viking," she said.

He quirked a quick smile, "Well if you get past my impressively large shoulders and my huge battle ax, you'll find that I was to stone headed to be viking."

She allowed herself a small laugh. But his comment did bring to light a fact that she hadn't noticed before. He was very skinny and tall, maybe six foot four. He did not have broad shoulders or huge arms which opposite to classic viking. He also did not have the brazen attitude that most vikings had. He seemed as different as his dragon.

"Why aren't you viking," she asked.

"I don't know, I," he paused searching, "never really… fit in," he finished seriously. He grabbed another log and put it on the slowly dying fire. Astrid took notice of the now dying sun light. Nightfall would be in a few hours, she wondered how much longer they would be up here. The fish had yet to finish cooking. But the fading light did not seem to faze Hiccup, so it was probably OK. The fire light played creating long shadows as she stared at it. All kind of questions about dragons and about Hiccup were in her head. She was wrong about dragons in some capacity, but to what end she did not dare guess. Things were so strange, it was like her world had been turned upside down, everything that she thought true, wrong.

Who was Hiccup, who he was seemed to be shrouded in mystery. He had pain, he had a dragon and he had a past with vikings. That made, at the very least, unique. But there were the questions like why did he end up at the bottom of the cove, where did he come from and why did he leave? It seemed that wherever he had come from, he hadn't felt like he was viking. That wasn't to surprising, but still it merited questions.

Hiccup tapped her on the shoulder and she started. He handed her a fish. They ate in total silence but it was not uncomfortable. It was actually kinda nice, normally she would have felt like she had to say something. But his entire demeanor wasn't forceful or pushy, he was OK with her just existing. She didn't need to say anything to be ok in his mind.

The sun crept to the Horizon and sunk below it. Hiccup put more logs on the fire to make it warmer for the night. Astrid was leaned against a rock and Hiccup was next to her, they were both facing the fire. A scuffling sounded behind them and then a muffled roar. Hiccup stood up and turned around, a confused look on his face.

"Bud?" He questioned, "What's wrong?"

The dragon let out another, almost pitiful roar and shook its head violently. Astrid craned her head to get a look at what was happening, the dragon jumped into the air. It shook its head violently again and again as if trying to shake of invisible snow. Then with a final roar, that sounded like 'help me' to Astrid, it flew off with dragon like speed.

Toothless struggled to gain control of himself, she was controlling him. He tried with all his will to make her let go, he tried for his human and for the other human. He knew that he was stranding them, but he couldn't stop and before he knew it Berk was in view.

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