The Dragon Boy - Part 13 - Dragon Whisperer
Frostcup fanfic
Authors note: here you go! Hope you like it!^^ the next update will be tommorow as always- please review ^^ run out of things to say already hehe enjoy the chapter guys:-D
Hiccup, unlike the others, had been forewarned about the angry dragon running after Jack, so he up in the air, on Toothless, in no time. The dragon wasnt quite fully recovered from the exertion earlier, but he understood the urgency of the situation.
It wasn't hard to find Jack- just follow the rampaging Nadder and you'll spot him just fine.
Hiccup had noticed the wind pick up a little as the Nadder had dived at Jack, now it was blowing much harder. If Toothless wasn't any more of a fancy flier, they'd have been blown to the ground. The other riders hadn't had time to take off before the wind picked up, so it was down to them to help Jack.
Actually, the white haired boy was doing pretty well on his own- then again, he'd probably had a lot of practise. He ran nimbly through the forest, weaving through the trees so the Nadder had a hard time keeping up, and whenever it raised it's tail, he quickly changed direction so that the spikes missed. How he knew when it was going to fire, Hiccup had no idea- he'd have to ask the trick of it later.
The chase continued, but every now and then, something extraordinary seemed to happen. Once, Jack hit the ground and slid on a patch of ice- controlled, as though expecting it- unlike the Nadder, who skidded wildly on the ice. Hiccup was pretty sure that wasn't ice before. Another time, he somehow managed to grab snow laden branch, and swung round on it, letting go so that it smacked into the Nadder's face, and that other time- well, you get the idea. But it was clear he was running out of steam. He couldn't keep this up much longer.
Hiccup spotted something, not that far away- the traps. If Jack could lead the Nadder there... Clearly Jack'd had a similar idea, because he veered left towards the traps.
As he reached them, Hiccup feared he'd get caught- with the Nadder. But, as he reached it, he leapt up into the air, spreading his arms as though taking off. Suddenly, the wind seemed to lift him, carrying him higher and further from the traps. Jack turned a quick somersault, before landing, cat like, on the ground.
The Nadder hadn't been so fortunate, it had ran straight into the trip wires that cross crossed the floor. Hidden devices, that had been triggered, shot blunt arrows with ropes tied to the shafts across the trap. Dozens of them filled the air, entangled the Nadder. The trap was one of Hiccup's latest inventions- designed to catch a dragon, without hurting it.
The Nadder hit the ground just before Jack did, and struggled, roaring ferociously at the pale boy.
They'd caught the Nadder! But Hiccup's mind wasn't on that at all, he'd just had a thought. The way the wind had blown Jack, it reminded him of how he said the Sky Dragon could control the wind... the blizzard- didn't he say the dragon used it for a quick escape... and the snow that had turned to ice earlier! An idea formed in Hiccup's mind, but before he could think about it properly, the other riders, who had been following on foot, burst into the clearing.
Toothless landed, just in time for Hiccup to hear Astrid exclaiming.
"You got it!" Now there was the problem of who was going to have, the pleasure, of carrying a furious, wild Nadder, back to the academy.
A heated argument soon broke out, as each rider tried to force the task onto another. The loud voices of the quarrelling riders, punctuated by the roars of the Nadder, were giving Hiccup a headache. Suddenly, it all stopped, as another noise broke in.
Jack was making a low rumbling noise in the back of his throat, at the Nadder. All the riders watched, open mouthed, as the Nadder went quiet to listen, then replied with rumblings of it's own.
The boy was, actually, talking, to the dragon.
Everyone was desperate to know what was being said, but noone knew. If they had spoken Dragonese, they would have known the exchange went a little like this...
The Nadder had been shouting, furiously at Jack.
"You wingless-loving, groundbound, hornless, red-blooded traitor! Have you no shame! You insult my honour, and now you bind me to the earth, leaving me to the mercy of these scaleless, little-"
"Yes, I led you to this... binder, but I wasn't the one who insulted you..." Jack interrupted her, looked at Snotlout. The Nadder followed his gaze.
"Wha- why are they looking at me?" Snotlout whimpered, more than a little bit afraid. The Nadder recognised his voice as that had called it.
"...and I think what I did afterwards was more than justified?" The blue dragon narrowed it's eyes in consideration.
"Be that as it may, as an enemy of my Flight, I would still have been honourbound to go after you." She informed him.
"Which is why I want our fight to be over." Jack responded. She tilted her head a little, curious as to what would follow. "If you go to the chain covered, scaleless-made cave by craggy viking mountain tommorow morning, I will leave a peace offering." The Nadder looked suspicious.
"How do I know this is not some trick? I do not trust you, nor these Wingless." It told him.
"There won't be any tricks, and you won't come to any harm. I give you my word." It appeared satisfied with this answer, the word of his kind could be trusted.
"Then, if I choose to accept the offering, on behalf of my Flight, then we will no longer be enemies- but, only, if the offering is good enough." Jack bowed his head, accepting the Nadder's agreement.
They were fickle things Nadders, sometimes, but, with a bit of manners, they could be reasoned with- he'd have to remember to tell Hiccup that at some point.
"Now, if you would tell these stupid, Groundbounds to release me, I shall continue on my course." Jack smiled, and turned to the still gaping riders.
"All right guys, let her go." He told them.
"Wait, what? I thought we were supposed to catch her?" Tuffnut said.
"I'm confused." Ruffnut moaned. Astrid, the voice of sense, broke in.
"We can't let her go, we need her back at the Academy, for training.
"Yeah!" Snotlout added. "I worked very hard to catch it. I'm not gonna let it go to waste." He received a few sceptical looks about that first statement, but, strangly enough, he had a point.
"Look, if we leave out a bunch of fish, in the arena, tommorow morning- she'll come." The riders looked doubtful about this.
"The arena is where we used to kill dragons. No wild ones, ever, willingly, go there." Astrid pointed out. Jack turned to Hiccup, their eyes locked.
"Trust me." He said.
Hiccup thought for a moment, about all the wierd things that had happened because of the new boy, how secretive he was of his past, and yet... Looking at him, he felt certain of it. Yes, he trusted him.
"Let her go." Hiccup told the others. Jack smiled, and the young Vikings went to work, releasing the Nadder. They weren't happy to have a day's work go to nothing, but at least they didn't have to carry the Nadder back.
The moment it was free, it took off and didn't look back. Hiccup looked at the sun, it was time they headed back.
As they packed up the traps, Jack went and sat by himself once more.
As Hiccup worked, he realised something. They had a dragon whisperer in their midst.