Chapter 2, I wonder what's going to happen :]
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The ship was a battered mess. Stoic couldn't believe that the ship was still floating, and able to carry all the passengers and cargo. The ship had suffered several hits to its hull, all surrounded by scorch marks. The sail was torn in half with the mast leaning sideways at a precarious angle. Wounded Vikings were being carried off the ships, while the healthy members of the crew unloaded the cargo. Two men were moving a large crate off the ship, until the one of them tripped on a crevice between the planks on the dock, dropping the crate.
"HEY! Be careful with that! Bumbling idiots!" A man about the height of Spitelout stepped off the ship, yelling at the men with obscenities about their incompetence.
Stoic approached the man from behind, who could safely be presumed as the captain. "Are ya' the captain of this vessel?"
"Aye, and who might be the smug, half-pint fellow that is trying to sneak on m-" The captain turned around to the compete surprise that it in fact, the chief to whom he was speaking to. "Uh, aye Chief! I am the captain of this vessel."
Ignoring the bout of rudeness, Stoic needed answers, "So, what can you tell me about the thing that attacked your vessel?"
"Well chief, it was definitely a dragon."
"Yes. I know that. Now tell me-What species of, 'a dragon' attacked your vessel." Stoic shot back, starting to get impatient with the dolt..
"A Skrill sir, the devil went for a surprise attack and killed a number of my men, not to mention destroying my ship!" The man reddened with anger and clenched his fists as though he was about to get into a fight.
Stoic stood there, speechless that of all dragons, an extremely rare species such as the Skrill had to be the devil causing the problems. Skrills were said to be solitary, but extremely aggressive; attacking anything that came across their path with flames as hot as a Nadder's, but with the concentrated blast of a Gronkle. They are even rumoured to attack other dragons that have strayed away from the flock, adding to their solitary tendencies.
"Thank you for the information. I hope your men recover quickly." Stoic thanked the captain, then began walking towards the house, seeing if his son would be able to bring some sense into the brute. He himself would send hunts to kill the bastard, but knowing his son, he would argue that any dragon would be a valuable asset to the village and all it needed was a little understanding and trust.
The house was unusually quiet with no signs of him or the devil, but seeing as the sun had barely appeared in the morning, Hiccup would probably still be sleeping in bed, with the black beast guarding the boy as though he was its own. The Viking climbed the stairs to his son's room, and stood just outside the door reaching for the doorknob.
"Son, are you awake? We need you t-" He paused as he noticed the door was slightly ajar, and the man stormed through the door, with a shroud of worry.
The room was empty. No Hiccup, no dragon, no one. He made his way over to the bed, and to his discovery, the bed was stone cold. The man swung around and noticed that the wall-rack was barren; the riding gear that normally resided there was gone, and as well as Hiccup's autumn jacket. If Hiccup was clever, more often than he would've liked, he would've returned before dawn approached. The thought of his son disobeying him was infuriating, but the concern that his son was soaring somewhere off the island with the Skrill in the area overtook the anger.
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"Oh man, I am so screwed." Hiccup muttered with an enormous sigh. How long had they been flying before deciding to head home? By now, his father would've woken him up to start the day's, "how to be the new chief training". If his father found out that he defied his rules by flying at night… Oh gods, his anger would be matched with the time he let an entire flock of sheep be taken by a single Nadder. Maybe he could hide out for the day with Toothless, returning by night while his father is sleeping?
"Oh, how the gods hate me…" Hiccup restating his thoughts on the situation.
Toothless understood the feelings of the young Viking, and turned his head showing his trademarked smile, an encouraging croon leaving his throat. A smile crept on Hiccup's face. Even after all the months he has known Toothless, he could never resist the adorable smile his dragon whipped out whenever he sensed that Hiccup felt down, or he just wanted an extra fish.
In the distant, Hiccup could see that they were approaching an ominous fog. Toothless was becoming restless; his normally round pupils are now black slits.
"What's wrong Tooth- WHOAAA!" Hiccup asked, cut off a sudden dive Toothless had taken. The fog was so dense that Hiccup couldn't even see his own hands. The dive was at a 90 degree angle, judging from the nauseating feeling of it and he could see a distant blue land. They were heading straight for… for the ocean! Hiccup pulled on the saddle in desperation to get Toothless to level off.
Toothless obeyed and levelled off, now flying parallel to ocean. Suddenly, he jerked into series a spiral of loops and manoeuvres that Hiccup couldn't understand what he was trying to do.
"Toothless, what are you doing!" Hiccup yelled at the top of his lungs. The fog began to dissipate as they cleared it, Toothless still swaying from side to side and flapping his wings to pick up speed. Then, to his left, as clear as day; a dragon like he has never seen before. It was mostly brown, with large serrated spikes protruding out of its back lining up to its tail. The claws were intimidating as well, although they were more like talons than anything else. Yet the most horrifying part of it was the head, the skull has two bulky eyes imprinted into the skull where its nostrils should've been. The skull reaching to the back of it neck along with additional spikes at the end, assumingly to protect its head.
"Oh my gods, a Skrill!" Remembering what he had read from the Dragon Manual.
"I thought it was only a legend!" A sudden ear flap smacked his face, reminding him to stop admiring the beast and to start avoiding it.
They pulled into a shallow dive, the Skrill trailing closely behind, opening his mouth, green gas collecting. Out of instinct, Hiccup pushed his foot forward on the pedal in coordination with his dragon to execute a barrel roll, barely evading the fireball hurled at them from the enemy behind. The pair swung to the right and into a steep climb, trying to lose their foe. At the same time, Hiccup looked back and realized the dragon was advancing on them, opening its mouth to reveal two rows of noticeably sharp, serrated teeth.
The Skrill was now close enough to bite off Toothless's tail, when Hiccup pushed on the saddle, coaxing them into another dive leaving the Skrill confused to as where they went. Toothless took this opportunity of confusion and did a swift 180, soaring back upwards. Toothless gathered the familiar gas in his mouth and fired a blue ball of plasma hitting the tailfin of the Skrill. They bolted past the Skrill, now roaring in pain as it lost its balance, spiralling out of control into the ocean.
Hiccup sharply pushed down on the pedal, attempting to level off, until he heard a snap. The snap rang through his mind like an explosion had just gone off beside him and he turned his shoulder. His eyes widened to the size of Toothless's when he realized the cable connecting his pedal to the tailfin had just split in half. The artificial fin had unfolded from the lack of supports and Toothless began falling to the side, helpless to do anything. Hiccup lost his grip on the saddle and the straps securing him slipped off the hooks, now he was freefalling through the air.
"Toothless-!" The young Viking cried out for his dragon. Toothless flapped his wings desperately trying to get to his rider. The dragon reached up with his stubby paws, drawing in Hiccup by his vest, attempting to cocoon Hiccup in the same way he did when they battled the Green Death. Toothless noticed a small island nearby, and used what little control he had to alter his course to land as close as possible if not onto the small plot of land.
The dragon took his wings off Hiccup and flapped it furiously, trying to decelerate them as much as possible before making contact with land. But, it was not enough; they were just falling too fast, with too little control. The treetops were clearly visible now as they were falling closer and closer to the island. Toothless brought his wings back to shield Hiccup in the best way he could, sensing the fear of the boy. If he couldn't survive the crash, at least his rider could.
Then everything went black.
OH GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE! I feel terrible now ._.
If you have read this far, please take the chance to give me your feedback! Its what motivates me to keep writing, and what betters my writing as well. Even though praise is nice, I'd still like to see what I can improve on. And if you feel that I deserve total praise, then fine.
The idea of the Skrill was in fact, from the Dragon Manual and the idea of what it looked like came from a drawing on Deviant art.
http:/*skepsisfox*deviantart*com/art/*HTTYD-*The-Skrill-162537082
(Just remove the asterisks)
Also, if you want some other fanfic that have the same ideals as mine (A story that doesn't change the characters and is in the same time period) I recommend these stories:
The End of Everything - NovaJane
Mein Vollkommener Bescutzer - Star-Stuck Inu (It's in English, highly recommended)
Camping Nightmare - fezakyuu
A Downed Dragon is a Dead Dragon - almne