5) The night fury loved his son
.o.
He stumbled through the ash. Scenes from the fight flashing through his mind.
The astonishment at seeing the young vikings astride dragons, fighting the giant creature that had emerged from the mountain.
How his heart nearly burst with pride as he watched his son directing the others, showing a natural leadership he never would have expected from the boy.
How that pride mixed with terror as his son, astride the night fury, taunted the creature into flight. It pursued them, lighting the clouds with fire.
And terror won when the creature landed in a ball of flame, and he caught a glimpse of his son falling.
.o.
He spotted the night fury now, sprawled on its side, unmoving. He rushed over, calling Hiccup's name. His eyes scanned the saddle frantically. But it was empty.
The dragon moved, and their eyes met once again. Stoick stared, not really seeing. He had failed, his son was dead.
A sudden motion, and the dragon's wings swept to the side, revealing a small figure wrapped in its legs. Stoick lurched forward calling his son's name, he checked for a heartbeat, and heard it. Hiccup was alive!
He met the dragon's eyes, but this time with gratitude. The dragon had held his son safe, risking injury to itself in the fall. He decided then, it didn't matter what premonition he might have felt about this dragon killing him, the creature loved his son and would risk all to protect him, as it had already proven twice. He owed it a debt now, and he would repay it.
.o.o.o.
so, I'm back, sorry for the wait. Only two installments left, and now that I've managed my schedule to a point where I have writing time hopefully those will come quickly!
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