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Dragon Burn 8

Astrid watched the retreating shape of a dragon disappear into the dark gloomy night. Her last means of leaving the sea stack, she was trapped with Hiccup. It was ludicrous but she really did feel trapped. Hiccup was a someone that she had been forced to trust over the last two days. He had taken care of her, but now she was truely stranded with him and there was no escape. It should have scared her, but she was a warrior. Hell was where she thrived, most of the time. The life that she had lived in Berk had been no easy thing. In fact it gave her some slight cruel satisfaction to know that the dragon was going to Berk. If she could have she would have burnt it to the ground when she left. But that was behind her, wasn't it?

Hiccup stared into the sky, he knew that Toothless was in trouble. The dragon would not have stranded him of its own will. But then what had caused him to go, he knew a great deal about dragons and this was completely new. He ran the scene, in his head, over and over again. The way the dragon had shaken his head and his roar were very distinctive. It was like his dragon had been mind-controled or something. It was all strange.

Slowly that full import of what had happened came to its full realization in Hiccups mind. He had been stranded, they had been stranded. It was night, it was a Berkian winter night. The temperature was probably dropping already and it would get very low. They were not prepared for the temperature, but they did have food and a fire. That would help, hopefully. Being stagnant would not help the situation. He turned to her and there eyes meet. She asked a wordless question; 'how?' wordlessly he told her 'I don't know." He could see that she wasn't scared, she wasn't even worried.

She knew that survival in these circumstances was very unlikely at best. But his eyes told her that he was far from giving up and she decided that she hadn't given up either.

"What now?" she asked aloud.

"We should keep the fire going." he stated. He moved and walked over to the fire, picking up another log and placing it carefully on. She followed, unsure of what she could do. He sat down against a large rock near the fire. She followed suite, leaning carefully against the cool stone. The ground beneath her was dry but it was cold enough that it felt wet and the rock was the same. She was fine for now but she knew that slowly it would eat away at her warmth. She shuddered slightly, already she felt a little cold.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"No," she said more to herself than to him. Mind over matter.

Hiccup knew that they needed to keep an eye on each other, that way they could know if they were getting to cold. He needed something to converse about.

"So we don't know much about each other," he started. He cringed inwardly, he was not good at starting conversations.

"That is true," she said. She damned her will to be suspicious, 'if he had wanted to do something to you he would have by now!' she told herself.

"Well maybe we could change that." He looked at her and she at him.

"Yes." the word rolled quietly out of her mouth. More than she could ever understand had just passed between them. They were playing by unwritten rules now.

Hiccup felt that he should start his story first, it felt right in some unidentifiably, special way. "Do you know what happened to the heir of the former chief?"

"He died."

"Almost. He really didn't but he gave it his best shot. He ran from Berk, much along the same path that you ran, and ended up falling into the cove, just like you. He broke his leg in the fall but remained conscience. He laid at the bottom of the cove unable to move and in extreme pain. But he did not give up hope. As the day wore on he got colder and colder, as the sun began to set he realized that he would not make it. He closed his eyes and waited to die, but then he felt a hot steamy warmth on his face. He opened his eyes to a dragon. At first he was afraid of the dragon and did his best to shy away from it. But the dragon patiently gaine dhte boy's trust, that night the dragon kept the boy warm. Eventually the the boy and the dragon became friends and they grew up together." he paused, a far off, wistful look dominating his features.

A small thought had started growing in Astrid's head, she knew was very significant and that she should know why.

He turned and looked at her once more, "I didn't die," he said simply.

Then she knew, he was the former heir. It really did fit, everything about him did. He had grown up though, he was nineteen now, not thirteen. The years really had turned him into a man, but he wasn't viking and to put it simply; she liked it.

Smiled slightly at him, "Then you didn't die." His eyes were happy and sad at the same time, they were a happy but sad, beautiful emerald green.

"Well it's nice that somebody knows now. Even if it ruined your guy's hopes."

She turned to him a frown on her a face, just a little of her spunk returned and she punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Stop that, I wish you had stayed."

He raised his eyebrows at her, "My father didn't even want me there."

"I wish that you had stayed," she said sincerely, "You would have made a much better heir than you cousin and a better chef than you uncle. Plus you father searched for you till he died."

"He's dead?" he asked surprised. She nodded.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "you would have been a lot more eligible too."

This last comment turned Hiccup a little red. He had guessed who she was; she was his boyhood crush. And it seemed that six years and dragons still could not buffer his feeling for her. He just hoped she didn't notice.

Toothless fought the voice in his head with all the dragon spirit he had. It was her, he knew it. He hadn't not heard her call for years. But now she had decided that it was time to use him again. He pushed against her will, it hurt his head but he tried. She pushed him back into submission. He tried again and again he was stopped. Berk was coming up and he was not himself. Suddenly he was aware of the many dragons around him. He felt many dragons, more than he remembered on raids in the past.

He started a dive to gain speed. Berk was right in front of him. The tips of his wings began to scream through the air. In a last ditch effort he tried ot break free of her hold on his mind. But it was all for not. He felt heat slowly building in his throat. His wings were now causing the the high pitched wine senoimise with his kind. His mouth opened and a bolt of deadly purple fire shot from his mouth hitting the roof of some house. But he didn't see because he was climbing again. He heard the shouts of vikings and he knew that they were not ready. He turned and came screaming down again, sending a blt of plasma through the side of another house. And he was up again climbing into the dark. A bola whizzed past his head and he was around and diving again. Directly in front of him three vikings ran, axes in hand. The heat built in his throat once again and he shot. The smell of burning flesh reached his nose, they hadn't stood a chance.

Round after relentless round Toothless came around and was forced to ran hell on the people of Berk. This was not the normal raids where they went after food. This was deliberate and accurate death. She made him circle the village now and watch the destruction. He felt like a warden overseeing an execution. Watching his soldiers slowly decimate person after person in a relentless genocide.

At the rate that they were going there would be nothing left but ashes and craters. Then, as Toothless looked on dragons started dropping out of the air. They would let out strangled, bestranged roars and go crashing to the ground. Then he saw more vikings, with bows. For what he knew they had to be very good, the only way to take down a dragon with an arrow was through the eye. But that was near impossible, especially in the dark. One would have been a good archer just to hit a dragon in the dark let alone when it was flying. But there the men were, loosing arrow after arrow at the oncoming onslaught of dragons. Suddenly and angrily he was forced to turn to dive at the vikings. He knew it was bad but he couldn't fight it. He was going to dive straight on against whatever weapon they had. He gained speed, faster and faster and faster than usually he went. He saw them coming up and he saw one stocky, cruel faced man in the center of the vikings. The man looked directly at him and Toothless knew he was done for. The man took his time drawing his bow and taking careful aim. Time seemed to slow for Toothless, he saw the arrow come shooting off of the bow string and strive straight for a destination in front of him. And with a slow sickly feeling he realized that he would meet the arrow. He wish Hiccup were on him to pull him out of the way, to snap him out of this nightmare. He knew that Hiccup could pull him out of th her control no more than he could. But he wished for his best friend, that if he were to fall or die that it would be for his friend and not for his enemy. He closed his eyes and turned his head against the cold iron reality of the world and thought of his human. His gentle, caring, and easy to annoy human. If Hiccup had know what was happening to him he would have helped. They would have worked through it together and reasoned or fought their way through.

Pain. The pain of the collision of the arrow with his shoulder brought him back. He was acutely aware of the numbing effect that the arrow gave, it was pulling his mind out of its conscience state. She sensed this, he knew it. She released him and he felt her presence leave his mind, but not only that he knew how it left. Now he knew how to break free of her tyranny. He was elated at eh prospect, he knew how to break free. He would never have to do this again. He was free never again would he have to kill for someone else.

A second and more jarring pain was sent through him as he hit the ground. Toothless realized with the pain of mental defeat that he had lost. He had learned the piece of information that he needed the most at his death. The irony stung him to his dragon heart. All his dreams to be free were now quenched by the big black abyss of death. The fire in him meant nothing, the good dragon in him meant nothing, the hurt dragon in him meant nothing. He was just a dead dragon now. He had failed his rider and in all probability killed him. He skidded to a stop and the last bit of his consciousness began to ebb away. With a last tremendous effort he screamed to his mind that he was sorry for what he had done to deserve this. And then he was gone, his last thoughts echoing around the empty void of unkempt justice.

Well that's it, this chapter was a little different but it was hopefully interesting. I think its worth mentioning that you guys hit a new record; last Monday this story got 668 views, just on that day! This means so much to me, Thank you. We have reached 105 followers and 70 favorites, which is awesome. Remember I like reading your suggestions, ideas and thoughts. I do want to ask a little question; Do you guys think I made Toothless too human in this chapter? I'm just kinda curious because it just sorta happened as I was writing this. Thank You guys for your support.

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