I'm back on Berk, today I can finally make the gem! I stir in the ingredients one by one according to how they were prepared and in an hour I remove it and place it in a mold to dry. Oh yeah! I almost forgot one very important thing.
I put the golden coin into the mixture. The coin itself is probably the most important element, for it ties the whole present together. Now for the trickiest ingredient. I have until sundown to get it.
I need a piece of my mother's DNA…
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He won, but that was obvious. He's the greatest swordfighter in the entire archipelago, that's to be expected of a King.
But that doesn't stop me from trying harder, training day in and day out. I, of course, am seeing Furious again tonight.
When I get there he hugs me, but I can feel the tension in it. He doesn't approve of my sword-fighting, says I'm becoming more and more human everyday, and I calmly remind him that I am human.
He doesn't take it well. I've considered showing him the valley, of course, but father said I musn't show it to anyone, and even though I'm about ninety-percent sure that he wouldn't know, I'm not willing to take that risk.
Not that it's just about the risk. Another part of me, a rather selfish part, mind you, just wants it for my self. I can't hope to understand why, but I just do.
We talk about our parents. Furious tells me that they are sick and ailing. I gasp. He then tells me that it's a disease that is spreading through their island and I worry, worry for the safety of my parents and my little brother.
I ask him if he will not stay in Berk. He says he will not, even if the world was ending, he would not stay on Berk. Not with humans.
I am frustrated. How can I knock some common sense into him, it's too dangerous to go home. I try to bargain with him. I try everything until, finally, we settle on an agreement.
If he stays here until the disease has stopped, then I must come home for a bit. I agree that for a week I will go home.
Sometimes Furious just infuriates me so much, I mean honestly! He's so sneaky, he knows I won't let him go back when there's a chance he could get ill or worse, urgh!
But Furious can't go into the village with blue hair. He asks what he's supposed to do then, clearly not caring about the fact that he could be captured and I compromised.
He says he'll just stay in the woods, and I tell him that with his hair, anyone who sees him in the woods will still know. He smiles, baring his teeth, and says that he can handle that. I tell him if he does I'll kill him. He laughs, but I don't. I tell him I'm being serious and he shuts up.
I tell him there's only one solution, and withdraw a dagger from my boot and tell him to hold still, but after my last remark he's just not ready to trust me near him with a sharp object.
I tell him to shut up and begin trimming his hair until he is bald. I smile at him and say 'done'.
He, on the other hand, is horrified. He'd hated his human form before, but now he absolutely loathed it.
I tell him to shut up and that he looks fine.
We walk back to the village and arrive before morning breaks out. My father and oldest brother, however, are up when I get home with Furious. They ask me who he is, and I reply calmly that he is a friend I knew and that there was a raid on his island, that he is now coming to live with us for a bit.
My father simply shrugs and says it's alright, whereas my brother looks suspicious. I feel as though he might not be easy to fool about the true identity of my dragon brother, but in the end just sits back and says 'welcome' in the least welcoming voice imaginable, before going back to sharpening his sword.
I lead Furious up to my room and add an extra blanket onto my bed which is a standard, Viking bed fit for standard Vikings, aka, not me.
Furious and I fit on it pretty well, despite the fact that he's a fair bit larger than I. remember when I said he was a bit older than I? Well, nature seemed to forget that when she proportioned us.
We snuggle up together like we used to on the island, back when he and I were clutchmates on the island.
It's times like this that I miss the olden days. One day I hope to go back, but for now I need answers, I need to find myself.
And it is with these musings that I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep.
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His arm is healing up nicely. So is his leg.
Oh, yeah, I mean the dragon who usually just goes around as a human. He doesn't speak Norse, so communication is a tad bit hard.
Nevertheless, when I brought him clothes, he put them on, and for now, that is all that I am grateful for.
In a way, I'm almost glad that I burned down the fields. The dragon-human thingy isn't bad company (well, better than the kind I had back on the mainland anyways) and because everyone is so mad at me, nobody cares that I spend all my time in the woods, in fact, I've hear a few mutter about how the village would be a better place if I just ran into a dragon.
Oh, if only they knew.
Anyways, he does technically speak a bit of Norse. I taught him! :)
He know seven words, currently: food (duh), water, lake, grass, clothes, hello, goodbye.
I am currently on my way to see him. He may wear the face of a human, but his appetite is all dragon.
I have a basket of fish and a loaf of bread, hoping that I may quench his hunger.
I get down there and we go about business as usual. I sit and watch as he eats and he, well, eats.
It's then that the weirdness begins. I hear a voice, a voice that sounds at least a half-century old, and it says.
^Hiccup^
I blink, turning to the dragon, who is now speaking.
^nctremi^ he says, and I find myself surprised.
Why? Because I can understand what he is saying.
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done!
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P