Dragon Friend (sequel to the dragon boy) Chapter 13 - Secret Wings
frostcup fanfic
Authors note: hey^^ so a few of you asked when Valka would find out about Jack... Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter- shoutout to I'm the lonely life for .. Well acting like I'm JK Rowling or something hehe thanks for that it really made me smile^^ (and whilst I'm at it thanks love laugh live your life and VD books for your constant brilliant reviews- you never miss a chapter an always make me smile^^) okay before this ends up like the oscars I'll finish off ^^ please leave a review guys like I already said I hope you enjoy it and that's it for now- see you tommorow!^^
Jack's jaw dropped.
Hiccup was flying.
Actually flying. No dragon, no nothing. He was flying "on his own two wings" as Jack had put it earlier. Sure, they were made of leather and he couldn't turn all that well, but, seriously?! He had to be the worlds first flying human.
That crazy, mad inventor had actually done it. Even after seeing the fire sword- which he didn't like, but had to admit was pretty impressive- the Viking still managed to surprise him.
The rush of excitement the young Viking felt was akin to that Jack had felt, when he'd dived at the ocean at five hundred miles an hour.
Jack couldn't help it. That wild terrifyingly amazing buzz was too strong to resist. He flung himself off the dragon as well- noting Toothless' smug look as he gazed at Cloudjumper: "See that. That's my awesome guy" his face read.
Hiccup somehow flipped over onto his back, the leather wings just as effective flipped upside down as the right way up. He found himself flying with an amazed white dragon, stirring the air beside him. Hiccup would be asking for the hows, whats and whys of it, if it were him in Jack's shoes- erm... scales- but the Sky Dragon was just laughing, enjoying the incredible, dragon less Hiccup, flying through the air.
He whooped at the top of his lungs with his friend, as they flew together- well they'd been flying together for years, but this was something else. It was madness! Pure brilliant madness! Humans couldn't fly- that's what dragons did! But there he was. His best friend, flying.
Of course Jack being Jack wasn't about to settle for a simple glide.
He batted the Viking about on a series of winds which lifted him, spun him flipped him, and otherwise made him slightly nauseous. Until, at last, Hiccup called for enough. The both of them laughing uncontrollably at the sheer joy of flight- until they saw the cliff face, looming up ahead.
'Uh oh. Better pull out the stop flap.' Jack advised.
'What? There is no stop flap.' Hiccup informed him. Jack looked at him like he'd just gave Snotlout a compliment.
'Then how do you get down?' Jack asked, genuinely baffled.
'I don't. I normally, just... crash.' Hiccup admitted, Jack seemed to find this hysterically funny.
'So, hold on, you're telling me, you made this thing, but you didn't put on any brakes?!" He said, incredulously. 'And they say you're the clever one, and I'm the reckless one!' He laughed. Hiccup was acutely aware of how close the rock face was getting.
'Yeah, ok, it was a bad idea not to put brakes on.' Hiccup admitted, starting to speak quite quickly now. 'Do you think you could help me out, before I crashed into that cliff, perhaps?' He asked.
The white dragon seemed to think he had all the time in the world, as he flipped casually onto his back, and began flying backwards- if he'd been human, he'd have folded his arms behind his head.
'Mmm...' He considered. 'I could, but what should I do to help?...' He pondered. The rocks, meanwhile, were getting closer and closer. 'I could create a gust of wind, to blow you back...' He considered.
'Great.' Hiccup began, but the Sky Dragon continued
'I could give Mr Stormseeker a boost, to rescue you...' He mused.
'That'll do.' Hiccup interjected, but, just as last time, he was ignored.
'...Or, I could just give you a nice, soft snow landing." He finished.
'Why not just rescue me yourself?' Hiccup asked, then immediately cursed himself for asking the question- he had little enough time as it is, but Jack still looked completely unperturbed by the approaching rock barrier.
'Well, I could, but then I could crush you- and there's always the chance you'd get frostbite.' He responded, idly examining his claws.
That was nonsense, and they both knew it. He was just drawing this out for as long as possible. If he was trying to terrify the Viking, it was working.
'...and then there is always plan D- all of the above.' Jack speculated. Suddenly, the rocks appeared out of nowhere, seconds from hitting his skull.
"PLAN D! PLAN D!" Hiccup yelled, desperately, and braced himself for impact.
It never came.
A gust of wind blew him backwards- straight into the Night Fury (who'd also been given a boost). They both collided in midair, then crash landed, heavily, onto a mountain of leg deep snow.
The Sky Dragon floated in, to land, gently, beside them, as though nothing had happened, and switched into a boy.
He calmly walked over, and lifted the Night Fury's wing, expecting to see an annoyed, slightly dishevelled, Viking. But he wasn't there. He looked round, and the sound of laughter caught his attention. He followed it, and found Hiccup. Leather bits flopping haphazardly across his body, lying on his back, in fits of laughter.
It was pretty hilarious. He'd landed, and vanished into the depths of white fluff that was the snow, creating a Hiccup shaped hole. Jack grinned at him- had he looked like that, after their first flight on Toothless?
He remembered he'd pulled a similar sky dive, which Toothless had saved him from- then promptly dumped him in a pile of snow. Everyone else had stared at the laughing lunatic that was him. Had he looked that mad? Probably.
Then, quite suddenly, Hiccup jumped up like he'd sat on a Fireworm, punching the air, exultantly. Toothless- who had panicked at the Viking's absense from under his wing- looked almost annoyed the Viking was so happy, after the mild heart attack he'd just had looking for him.
"Whoo! Yeah! We should bring you along with us every time I go jumping!" He told Jack, who watched with an unspoken laugh in his eyes. "Toothless normally just blasts fire underneath me to keep gliding, but that was awesome! Much better than anything I did with Toothless." He continued.
The black dragon's eyes narrowed at him- that was the final insult. He swept his tail under the Viking's feet.
Two Hiccup Holes in the floor.
Jack laughed- until, he saw the approach of another person, and stopped. Uh oh.
Hiccup chuckled, as he came up again.
"Alright, bud, I was only joking. You're the best, Jack was terrible." He smiled, looked up. He was expecting Jack to create Hiccup Hole Number Three with a shove to the chest, but, instead, he saw him completely ignoring the jibe, and looking across at an approaching figure. Hiccup saw it too. 'Oh...' He thought, straightening up, as the feeling of "uh oh" spread.
His mother.
She'd seen the whole thing. She'd seen Jack change.
How was she going to react? Sure, she was more friendly with dragons than most, but that didn't mean she wouldn't freak.
When Berk found out about it, they had him tied up, then locked up in isolation, like a dangerous wild animal- and Valka hadn't known him as long as the Vikings had.
She was making her way towards them, slack jawed. The look of blank shok on her face, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
Jack shuffled his feet, nervously, as Hiccup tried to form the words of an explanation, but was unable to get a sound past his lips.
She stopped in front of Jack. They both froze, as they held their breath. What would she think of the Sky Dragon?
She broke into a open mouthed smile.
"It's you." She said. Jack seemed to suddenly unfreeze himself, and blinked confusedly, brows furrowing.
"Um, me?" He asked. She nodded, silently, her smile broadening.
"Do it again." She requested, excitably. Jack looked, confused, back at Hiccup- she seemed to be taking this remarkably well... and what did she mean by "it's you"? Hiccup shared his baffled look.
Then, Jack backed away, still confused, and changed into the white dragon again. Valka's mouth opened even wider with amazement, but it was more than that... recognition... remembrance. She held out a hand, reverently.
Jack was rather thrown off by this. He never really thought much of his dragon nature, in relation to humans. He always thought of himself as one of them. It was weird having someone hold out an open palm to him. Even if he was a dragon in essence, it felt odd being treated like one. Still, he reached out with his head, to fit it into her hand.
She stroked it, shaking her head in disbelief. That too was strange to Jack, but it took him back to the last and only time anyone had stroked his scales.
He'd been lying, half dead and dying, in the snow... until Hiccup arrived. It was the first time either of them had met, and he'd tried to scare him away at first, but the Viking had been determined to save him. He'd sent Astrid off, to get help, then sat with him in the freezing snow. Reassuring him everything would be okay. He stayed with him, gently sliding his fingers along his scales, until the dragon rider's had arrived.
The memory made Jack smile- which he'd managed to perfect even as a dragon.
When he opened his eyes, he almost expected to see a little scrawny Viking in a woollen coat stood in front of him... but instead he saw Valka. Then something clicked within him.
That recent trip into the past had reminded him. He had seen her before. The round, bright green eyes and chestnut brown hair. She had changed a great deal, but he had no doubt it was her.
She smiled at him.
"Thank you, for saving my life." She said, gratefully.