4) His son loved the night fury
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He never would have expected it, even from Valka. That any Viking could care for a dragon.
And yet he knew it was true.
His son had begged for the dragon's life,
"No, don't hurt him."
"Be mad at me, take this out on me, but please, don't hurt Toothless."
He had turned a deaf ear then, still shaken by his encounter with the dragon. But now…..
.o.
He could see through the surface of the fire-lit water, his scrawny son struggling with the heavy chains that bound the submerged dragon. Trying fruitlessly to free the creature.
He had jumped aboard a burning vessel, then followed it into the water.
Stoick's amazement only grew as the boy's strength seemed to give out, and he grew still in the water.
He dived in, pulling him out.
Then, without knowing completely why, he dove back in for the dragon.
Their eyes met, mistrustful and hostile.
It's eyes were slitted, scales dark black, the claws razor sharp. Everything about the creatures was built to kill.
But his son loved this dragon.
.o.
He grabbed the wooden collar, and with a sharp wrench, freed the beast.
.o.o.o.
Update :)
We're getting close to the end now. A few more drabbles, which I already know pretty much what they're going to say.
Thank you so much to those who reviewed, please keep it up, even if it's just a few words, it really encourages me
