Chapter 6 - A Bad Situation

"Warning - slight VORE. ONLY FOR THIS CHAPTER! Read the chapter, it makes perfect sense. . ."

(Hiccup's POV)

I woke up the next morning, and sat up in my bed. I really didn't want today to come. I didn't want to face, and attempt to kill a dragon 10x the size of me. I gave up fighting dragons a long time ago, and I intend to keep it that way. But as I was pondering this topic, my dad blatantly barged into my room and looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Son! Today, you become a viking! So what are you dong sitting on your butt? Get out of bed, and get ready for this!" He said.

I just smiled weakly and nervously as I climbed out of bed, proceeding to my dresser to get ready for the day. . .

"I DO NOT want to do this. . ." I thought.

I was dressed and ready in 10 minutes, and I walked downstairs, and out the door, with my dad following close by. I was walking through the village towards the ring, and everyone was cheering my name, and some were cheering-

"Kill that demon!"

"Yeah Hiccup! Whoop it's butt!"

"Come on, Hiccup!"

If I was interested in killing dragons, I would've looked and felt happy, but I didn't. So I looked happy, but felt terrible. I did not want to fight a dragon today, and for a fact, any day! I never again wanted to fight a dragon, and here I am, walking into a ring to attempt to kill one. I felt sick to my stomach as I approached the ring entrance. I just wanted to turn around and run away, but that would be illogical.

I stood at the ring entrance, waiting for my dad to raise the gate for me to walk in. He walked up to me, pulled the lever, and said,

"Good luck son."

I looked at him with a fake smile on my face, and walked into the ring. Dad closed the gate behind me, and I was now all alone with whatever dragon will come out of that cage. I walked over to the weapons board, and picked up the smallest dagger they had, and a light-weight shield. That shield wouldn't offer much protection, but it was better than nothing. I faced the cage with the unknown dragon in it, and I swore I heard it strafing the cage door, like a cat does when it wants to come into a room with a closed door.

But, I cast that aside and focused on the cage door. But before that, I focused internally for a moment, clearing my mind so that I could focus on everything else, and possibly make it out alive. After that internal calming, I looked up at the vikings at the cage lever and said to them,

"I'm ready."

They shook their heads, and began to open the cage door. It creaked loudly, and the huge wooden beams holding the door shut were moving away from the door. And once the door was able to open, my heart sank, because I was not prepared for anything like this. . .

For the cage doors blew open from a blue fireball with such tremendous force, that one of the cage doors blew right off its hinges, and it landed a few yards behind me. . .

I heard heavy growling and snarling, and I thought that I was about to have a heart-attack.

"O my gods. . .That sounds familiar." I said quietly.

And it turned to see what the dragon was. And while I was turning, I was hoping with all the might that I had that it wouldn't be who I thought that it was. . .but yet, once I looked, I almost died on the spot. For standing right outside the badly damaged cage door, full of rage, murder on his mind, and mercy his absolute last option, was Toothless.

He looked fine, but I knew that my dad must of captured him, and that that was the reason why he wasn't at the cove. I stood there for a moment in shock, and knowing that now, I'm in a bad situation. But I was jolted out of my trauma when I saw a sapphire-blue fireball heading straight for me.

I instinctively jumped to my right, and luckily dodged the searing fireball by mere centimeters. But, I flicked my dagger behind me, to make it look like the fireball blasted it out of my hand. And luckily for me, everyone bought it. The fireball exploded against the wall behind me, making it turn pitch black from the searing heat of the blast. I took my focus off of the wall after following the fireball with my eyes, and quickly focused them on Toothless, who was strafing around me, obviously sifting through his strategies. I just kept pace with him, and didn't take my eyes off of him even for a second.

Once we made a 180 around the ring, Toothless looked down at my dagger that he was stepping over, and scorched it to ash. He then did the same with the weapons board, turning them into useless piles of wood, rock, and molten metal. And during all of this, I never took my eyes off of Toothless. But, I broke my focus when my dad yelled something at me.

"What are you doing Hiccup? Attack it already!"

I focused on him for just the right amount of time for Toothless to blast the shield in my hand into flaming bits of wood and metal. The blast knocked me back onto my back, and I felt pain surge through my arm and back. But I knew this was no time to lie there, so I jumped up and looked at my arm. It was fine, no burns, just pain from the impact. And after quickly checking my arm, I focused on Toothless, who was readying a fireball.

And thanks to my keen understanding of dragons, I knew when to move. I heard that ever so quiet 'click' in the back of his throat indicating that he was now launching his fireball. And at that moment, I made a move. He shot it and missed, and continued to shoot at me until he was out of his 7 shots. I stopped running and faced him, looking behind me at the still burning scorch marks on the wall, and knew that if it wasn't for that intellect, I would probably be smoldering like that wall.

After that thought, I faced Toothless again, and he didn't seem to happy that he missed. He was actually angrier. I felt fear beginning to build up inside me, because here I am, facing a Night Fury that weighs about 2,800 pounds, is 2x as fast, agile, accurate, and smarter than me, and me having absolutely nothing to shield myself with, except for my arms. And they wouldn't do much good. . .Because they'd serve no purpose except for getting burnt.

We strafed each other for another 5 minutes or so until I stopped right in front of Toothless' cage. I was focused on him until my focus was broken yet again by my dad,

"Hiccup! Don't just stand there! Use your bare hands!"

I looked at my hands then at Toothless, then back down at my hands. . .

"Really?" I thought.

As I was looking at my hands, I heard a voice call out for me, and it sounded like Gobber's.

"Hiccup me lad! Watch out!" he yelled.

I looked up to glance at him, but the only thing I saw was a big, pitch black, scaly, and angry figure tackle me to the ground.

Toothless tackled me into his cage, so the only visible part of us was Toothless' tail. The rest of my body and his was secluded in the darkness of the cage. I looked up, and saw two brightly glowing eyes, full of anger and rage. It was hard to breathe since Toothless was basically crushing me, but I survived. . .barely. . .

I just laid there, completely helpless and vulnerable, like a child on top of a ladder. My blood turned cold, and my face felt like it was losing it's color as I heard a sucking sound, and immediately knew that Toothless was readying a fireball. I realized that I failed to notice that he only shot 7 fireballs instead of 8, because Night Furies can only shoot 8 fireballs every hour or so. . .

So I lay there, with Toothless preparing to end my life, and loud commotion emanating from outside the ring. I turned my head to the side, and closed my eyes, not wanting to see the flash of blue that would end my life, so I waited for death to do its job. . .

But, I heard something, and felt something as well, that calmed me, and let my face have color return to it. I heard sniffing, and I also felt Toothless' snout again my head, cheek, neck, chest, everywhere. . . He was sniffing me because he probably remembered who I was. After he sniffed me up and down, he looked into my eyes, and I could feel him searching my soul. Because like everyone says,

"The eyes are the gateway to your soul."

And after I felt him search my soul, he let out a slight, yet quiet, rumble. I couldn't tell if it was a happy rumble or a sad rumble or a mad rumble. . .I just didn't know, but I found out soon enough. He stared at me for another second before I saw his eyes go wide, and his facial expression go from anger/suspicion to happy/trust. He let out a happy noise, and rubbed his head on mine. I smiled, and grabbed his head, bringing it closer to mine.

I have to say, it was very awkward to have this reunion go on inside of a ring where the whole dragon-killing village is, but I didn't care. I wouldn't care if I reunited with Toothless right above a volcano. I was just happy that I had my friend back. After he pulled his head out of this 'hug', he looked at me for a split second, and then started to lick me.

"Okay Toothless! Okay! I'm glad to see you too bud." I said quietly.

I laughed and stuttered quietly, since I didn't want to make the village think that I've gone mad. But, how can I not laugh? It's kind of impossible. . . But anyway, I was trying to get out from underneath Toothless to avoid his slimy, forked tongue, but Odin knows that I am inferior to this mighty dragon. But, luckily for me, he stopped soon after, and got off of me. I stood up, and wondered,

"How in the name of Odin am I going to do this?"

I sat there for a moment, deep in thought before I felt Toothless nudge me. I chuckled slightly, and pushed his head away. He nudged me again, I smiled, at him and attempted to push him away, but he bit my arm with his gums. It didn't hurt at all, but it scared me. He started to eat my arm, and at this point, I was freaking out. But the last thing I remember was Toothless rolling his eyes, and knocking me upside the head, making me fall unconscious.

(Toothless' POV)

I had to knock him out, or he would of been freaking out about this the whole time. I myself did not like this idea, but I needed everyone to think that Hiccup was dead, and the only way for that to happen was for me to eat him. Now when I say 'eat' I actually mean 'store'. Because you see, before my food or 'cargo' gets to my fire-pit stomach, it goes to my crop, where's it stored and kept safe. After I swallowed Hiccup, I kept him there, so that he would be safe. But, it put pressure on my heart and lungs, so I didn't want him there long.

And, I hated the fact that he was inside of me. . .It just grossed me out, and made me feel terrible, but I knew that I only did this since there was just no other alternative. And with Hiccup safely stored in my crop, I put my angry face on, and walked out of the cage. I roared at everyone, and they all cringed back in fear. I heard many of them talking about Hiccup, but I wasn't paying any attention to them. Instead, I faced the top of the cage, and blasted my last fireball at the chain ceiling, making a hole large enough for me to escape through. I spread my wings, and shot up and out of the ring, smirking at the vikings.

"Stupid humans. . .they think that THAT will hold ME? Hah!" I thought as I blasted away from the ring.

I made my way back to the cove that I met Hiccup at, and landed much slower, since I had precious cargo. Once I landed, I walked around the pond until I was at the shallow end, and I began to bring Hiccup back into the world. And with extreme concentration, he was out and lying on the wet ground. I smiled at him, and licked him a couple of times on the cheek, adding to the mess that he was already covered in, thanks to my crop and throat.

(Hiccup's POV)

I woke up to a foul smell, and looked at myself. I was covered in a gross looking goo. I looked up to see Toothless sitting on his haunches, and staring at me. I looked at Toothless, and then the goo, and I put the puzzle together. . .

"Aw! Toothless! Disgusting! Did you eat me? Aw! That's. . .ugh. . ." I said as I walked into the deeper pond water to clean myself of the disgusting goo.

And once I was sure that it was all off, I swam back to the shore, and walked over to where Toothless was. He was now lying down next to a rock, and was inviting me to sleep with him. I shook my head 'no' and said,

"I haven't even eaten yet bud."

He looked at me, then did the equivalent of sighing, and laid his head down. I knew that food was not on his mind, and you really can't blame him since he ate me. . .sort of. . .

I knew why he did it, but it was still disturbing. I shivered from that thought, and immediately focused on fishing. I sighed, picked up my fishing rod that I left there all those days ago, and began to fish. . .

I only caught about 3 or 4, but I didn't care, it's still food for me. I smiled at my catch, set them down on a rock, and gathered some small rocks to put into a circle so that the fire wouldn't spread all over the place. Next, I grabbed a few wood logs that were lying around, and threw them in the middle. And finally, I asked Toothless to do the honors, and he lit the fire with a small fireball. I walked over to my catch, and noticed that there was only one fish left. . .I looked at Toothless, who gave me an innocent gummy smile, which usually meant that he was guilty.

"Toothless, you sneaky thief." I said sarcastically.

He still smiled that smile, and it made me chuckle. I picked up the last fish, skewered it, and walked back over to where Toothless was. I laid against his side, roasting the fish above the fire, and admired the dimming sky. The stars were coming out, and the moon was now clearly visible. It was truly a wonderful sight.

But as I was focused on that, Toothless nudged me, and I looked down at him.

"What is it bud?" I asked.

He gestured towards my fish, I looked at it, and it was on fire. I grabbed the stick quickly, and blew out the fish, hoping that it wasn't too burnt. And to my surprise, it wasn't. I smiled, and began to eat the fish, pausing every now and then to spit out scales and bones.

After I ate the fish, I made the fire bigger, and nestled up to Toothless' side. He was fast asleep, since he fell asleep a while ago. I just looked at him and smiled while patting his black hide.

My focus went from Toothless to the sky. It was full of vibrant stars and an illuminating moon. And at one point, the Northern Lights appeared, and they were always beautiful to watch. It always looked like the lights were dancing in the sky. . .

I smiled at the sky, and had a thought come to me,

"How on earth am I going to make things right in Berk?"

I pondered this for a moment, and then pushed the thought aside. I didn't want it messing with my mind right now, for it would make me focus on something that would keep me up tonight. I wanted a peaceful sleep, not a tough one. . .

And before I closed my eyes, I looked at the stars once more, before my eyelids became heavy, and I drifted from reality. . .

"What will ensue at Berk? Find out next chapter!"