Hello lovelies, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Sorry for the gaps I started school recently so homework is coming soon and I have less time to write.
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The next day Hiccup did as he had wished to do before dragon training had started, he skipped class. However, he could not enjoy the comfort of not being faced with raging dragons, for the stakes were higher today. If the nadder; he'd checked, was killed or even harmed Flare would be enraged. Though yesterday, she had held a calm mask Hiccup could sense her temper buried within, and if that temper was stoked... Also Hiccup had the added pressure of getting Fishlegs' home, if he'd had a choice he would have gone later so he could stay and make sure the Nadder was safe. However, the Vikings were due on Dragon Island today or tomorrow, and if by any chance they actually made it to the nest, Hiccup wanted to be the one to find Fishleg's first.
The air was still cold with the chill of the night and Hiccup's face was red and rubbed raw by the ruff wind. Today was indeed a splendid day, with sparse clouds littering the pink dawn, but both the dragon and the boy were too anxious to admire the beauty. Hiccup was trying to reach the island as quickly as he could, and Toothless was worried for his dragon friends in the arena. Before the first day of dragon fighting the boy had assured him that he would protect Meatlug, but today Hiccup was on his back, not in the arena protecting his friend.
They entered the mist, Hiccup had kept his eyes wide open, hoping to catching a glimpse of the ship, but at the same time hoping to avoid his father. He wanted an idea of where they were. This was one of the few times his father the chief of Berk had gone on the hunt for the nest, normally he'd had other more important things, or it was deemed unsafe. The Vikings didn't say it out loud but the real reason they were so protective of the Chief wasn't because, he was a good chief, thought that was part of the reason. No, it was because none of them wished to have Hiccup as a chief, they didn't attempt to hide their unhappiness of Hiccup being the heir, while no one had said it out loud, there were other ways to be obvious. The village of Berk was trying it's best to hang on to their Stoick as long as they could. However this time the Vikings had been to enraged to care, this time they were not only trying to vanquish the dragons, they were going for their children. Of course the Vikings sailing to the nest at this very moment had no way of knowing that one of the missing children had already returned, and that the second would most likely be following soon. It wasn't like Hiccup was just going to land one of the ships, and tell them, and riding a dragon no less.
This morning the fog was at its thickest, it drifted around in particularly blinding clouds, and even with the clouds passed it was still quite hard to see a thing. Hiccup was surrounded by dense fog, a thick cloud of the stuff just happened to be right in their way, causing him to barely see a thing, and if not that, just a faint silhouette. After a while the worse of the dense fog cloud began to recede, leaving Hiccup with adjusted vision. He still couldn't see much, but he could make out more things, meaning he could tell the difference between a sea stack and a rocking ship, plus he could make out some basic details.
Squinting his eyes, he tried his best to focus. Was that the outline of a ship moving forward just a bit? All the rest of the ships they'd seen had been snagged, rocking in the wind, their sails torn. However this one appeared to moving forward ever so slowly, but still moving. However it was nearly impossible to see, for the very thick cloud that had surrounded them now engulfed the ship. "Ships ahead, I can see people on them." Toothless warned quietly. So had seen right, it was them. Hiccup patted the side of the nightfury's head, "Can you go a little faster bud?" Toothless nodded and sped forward, leaving the ship behind for now.
The landing was abrupt; they sent stones scatter in every direction, some even landed in the hole where Fishlegs resided. Hiccup heard a hysterical whimper, how such a combination was possible? He had no clue, you'd have to ask the one who made such an exotic sound, Fishlegs. He'd considered bring Fishlegs' back much in the same fashion as Astrid, but had decided against it. Fishlegs' would most likely be more accepting than Astrid for he didn't have anything that would deeply anchor him to Berkians hate of dragons; anyway it wasn't like he could lift Fishlegs' even if he did manage to knock him out. Beside he couldn't have two people walking around with faint memories of being knocked out by him, it would be to risky; he needed one of them on his side. Silently, the boy walked toward the pit that held their last missing Viking, Hiccup crouched down and moved within Fishlegs' sight range. "Hiccup?" The boy was clearly surprised and confused. Hiccup nodded and sprang into the hole, "Fishlegs' it's fine, I'm here to get you out of this island, and back to Berk." Fishlegs' opened his mouth a few times as if to speak, then finally finding the right words. "So it true….." he murmured. Hiccup brow furled in confusion, "What?" He began but was cut off, "I heard Astrid say your name, but I thought it was just another one of her dreams, but after not hearing….. what did you do with her?" "What dreams?" Hiccup wondered but he waved that thought away, there was more urgent business to take care of. "I took her back to Berk, I need you to come with me, quick." Fishlegs nodded and Hiccup called for Toothless. "Who's Toothles.." Fishlegs began but he froze the second he saw the black dragon, the he noticed the saddle and discolored tail fin and his jaw dropped. "This is Toothless, but we have no time for proper introductions, I would love to explain but we have no time." He knew that the fog was starting to thin out, but while not by much once the Vikings passed through the thick cloud of fog that hovered over their ship, they'd be able to move much quicker. Though it was a slim chance that the Vikings could make it this far so fast, it was a chance he simply could not take, when Vikings got mad they could surprise you, their fury could be a powerful fuel. Hiccup knew that all would end if they were seen.
Fishlegs' nodded still bewildered, but he trusted Hiccup, well at least more than the other teens. In the midst of his confusion, the boy frowned. If he trusted Hiccup more than the others, why had he been friends with them inside of Hiccup? For the first time realizing the mistake that he'd made long ago, he decided that if Hiccup didn't kill him with this dragon then he would be Hiccup's friend. Fishlegs' decided to make true on his trust and got onto the dragon.
Hi again, Fishlegs' does act a little different but he and Hiccup have a back story.