3) The night fury would kill him.
.o.o.o.
The sequence of events had almost been too fast to follow. The monstrous nightmare's strike, how Hiccup had barely avoided it. Astrid running into the arena to help. His own frantic attempts to get them both out. How those attempts failed, leaving Hiccup trapped in the beast's claws.
.o.
Then suddenly the screeching, screaming cry of a night fury! It entered the arena and, sick with terror that only a parent can know, Stoick followed. Thinking only to get it away from his weaponless, helpless son.
.o.
He was pinned beneath it, its fanged mouth opened, and fire filled it, inches away from his face.
An indescribable dread filled him, an absolute certainty, this dragon would kill him.
.o.
His son's voice rang out desperately, "no, NO!!!"
And the dragon stopped. Inexplicably, giving the other Vikings time to pull it off him.
.o.
Stoick watched as the dragon was dragged away, but he couldn't shake the unmistakable knowing. When it came his time to die, this dragon would kill him.
.o.o.o.
Sorry for the delay. Work has been a a bit crazy recently and I haven't had much time to write...
I hope you all like the update. The next few should be coming soon.