Siren

"There are Serbs, Croatians, Danes, Bosnians, Scottish Celts, Irish Celts, Welsh people, Finns, Swedes, Manx, and Cornish peoples," Rupac said, slithering around my arm.

I was sitting with Toothless, Sneaky, Sharpshot, and Lucille in the Meathead Great Hall, with the remainder of Drago's army seated on the benches, waiting for me to make my announcement.

"We'll separate them based on group," I said, speaking in Japanese after thinking for a little while, "the Serbs are one island, the Croats on another, and so forth."

"Sawako," Rupac said, clearing his voice, still speaking in Japanese, "some of the groups are pretty similar to each other, with only very few differences. The Serbs, Croats, and Bosnians are similar, and the Scottish and Irish Celts are fairly similar. Should we put similar groups on the same island or should we still keep them separate?"

"Just put similar groups on the same island if the island's big enough," I said. "It's going to save time. We'll be able to get them houses and work sooner if we put those guys together."

I watched as another tree fell to the ground and was loaded onto one of the wagons driven by a Monstrous Nightmare.

They knew I wasn't going to be helping because of my ankle. I would've if I were able to. Right now, the Serbs, Bosnians, and Croats had just started building their houses, and I brought in some working dragons to help them. The wagons had come from Meathead Island, and we carried them over on ships.

"Should I stay or should I go?" I asked, looking at the Serbian chief. The three groups may have been living on the island together, but they were living in their own ethnic groups and each village would have their own chief.

"You leave," the man said. He was dark haired, and had dark eyes. His skin was a darker shade of brown than mine was, as though he'd been in the sun a lot, and he was about twice as thin as Llewlyn, who was sailing toward Itchy Armpit with the other Celts to start a life there. He had a red tunic and brown breeches on, and he was barefoot. His accent sounded very similar to Drago's, Yanya's, Malina's and their family's. "You remove Drago and give us house. That enough."

I nodded, feeling very relieved to be able to leave. "Thank you."

The man nodded, and held out his hand. I took it, and he helped me up onto Toothless.

"He's a nice man, Toothless. He'll be a good chief," I said, as we took off into the sky.

"He deserves it."

I began bathing in the moonlight while Toothless had his back turned to me. My hair was wet and tangled, and I hadn't combed it in three days, so I needed to take care of that.

I could hear footsteps coming in the distance. I turned toward the beach to see who it was. I could see a faint outline of a bulky man, with strong looking legs and a purple Monstrous Nightmare behind him. It was Al's dragon, Valkyrie.

"Oh, Toothless. I didn't know Siren was here," I heard Al say in the distance as I began to move toward him. "I'll get going, I guess." He sounded a little disappointed.

"You don't have to go, Al!" I called out, as Al began to turn his back to me. He stopped, then looked at me.

"Alright. If you want, we can stay here for a night. Just you and me. I'll bring blankets," he shouted.

"Bring 'em on!" I yelled back, as he started running back with Valkyrie at his foot.

About fifteen minutes later, Al and Valkyrie were back, with blankets in Al's hands. I watched as he threw them down and began to take off his clothes. Soon, he was like me, completely naked and very wet, with seawater saturating our hair.

It was a strange, good feeling to have Al naked with me, even though I really didn't know him and never thought of him and me doing it. I still wonder why. I suppose it's something that happens all of a sudden, and you have no way of telling when it does, or where, or even if you get that feeling with someone you think you know, but you actually don't.

Another fifteen minutes later, Al came out of the water, carrying me. My nipples grew cold and hard, and I had a need to have Al's thick, strong hands rub my body, and for his fingers to run through my hair. I could only imagine how good it would feel.

He set me down and wrapped me in one of the blankets. "Are you cold?" he asked, his voice full of concern. He put his hand to my forehead to feel it. "You seem OK."

"I am," I said, smiling.

"I do hope I didn't make you feel weird," he said suddenly, sounding anxious.

"It was different," I said, sitting up, my torso exposed to the night air. I could feel goosebumps run up and down my body, and my nipples growing even harder. "Different, but not weird in any way."

"Oh," he said. "Okay. Let's put on our clothes and sleep." Al stood up, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight, where I could see his entire body. It was just too overwhelming for me to describe, and it still is now.

We went to bed that night, the moonlight shining on us and our hands intertwined, with our dragons snoring away.

It was beautiful and one of the best nights ever.

I deliberately wrote it so that Siren would think that she knows Al, but really doesn't. Also, during the bathing scene, you should really listen to Romantic Flight. It adds so much to the scene.