Chapter 7
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Fishlegs' POV
The Gronckle wasn't looking so good. It seemed like his stomach wasn't the biggest fan of my special cure. It let loose mighty rumble as if confirming my fears.
"Guys, maybe this cure isn't meant for Gronkle autonomy. They are a little bit different than vikings." Fishlegs worried. The cure was a human one, but he hadn't thought of that when he had given it to the sickly dragon.
The poor Gronckle's stomach just couldn't take it anymore. It rejected my cure and a mighty spew of lava poured out of his throat, catching Fishlegs' clothes on fire.
I felt the fire scorching my skin as I fell to the ground, trying desperately to put the fire out. I let out as I was tackled by a particular yak brained viking followed by the twins.
Astrid's POV
The fire had to be contained. Oh Thor, Astrid really wished Hiccup was here. He would have been helpful in this matter. But luckily Astrid was experienced in this matter, as she had spent years putting out fires lit by unruly dragons. And the twins. And sometimes Snotlout. And Gobber's underwear.
Lucky it seemed that Fishlegs' stop drop and roll tactic had put out much of the imminent danger of flaming clothes, and the flames had been further smothered by the sudden tackle. Fishlegs would be ok. But one thing that wouldn't be ok was if the fire (which was already beginning to engulf the long and dry grass and fallen sticks) continued to spread. If it did so then there wasn't a serious risk of a massive forest fire desolating the island, which wouldn't exactly be ideal.
"Come on." Astrid yelled at the dragons. Stormfly quickly obliged, using a concentrated blast of fire to sever several trees, and dragged them out of the way. The rest of the dragons after watching Stormfly do it joined in, first Meatlug, then Barf and Belch, all of them dragging the severed trees away from the growing fire. All of them that is, except for Hookfang whose pompous posture clearly read something like 'You're not the boss of me.'
Finally after all to long of rolling around in the dirt and being piled upon, and most importantly of all being on fire, the fire that had been attacking Fishlegs finally went out. Fishlegs shoved the others off of him.
Katro's POV
Pass me the popcorn (whatever that is), the spectacle the vikings were providing was very entertaining. Grincher had once again worked his magic, causing spreading chaos and accidentally involking Loki's law (That any amount of damage is fine as long as it is counted by an equal amount of hilariousness). But of course I couldn't fully enjoy watching the humans get what was coming to them for hurting Grincher, because as I said, they hurt Grincher.
I didnt like the crazy look in my friend's eyes. He dropped to the ground, shoveling pebbles and dirt alike into his mouth with his stubby paws in a frenzied rush. Poor Grincher must have been hungrier than I thought. My attention was caught momentarily by the Fishlegs human throwing all of the other humans off of him.
It was actually kind of- OOOOWWWW! A searing pain ran through my leg. I whipped my head down to find my friend was savagly tearing at my leg. Who would have known such a little gronckle could have such sharp teeth?
With firm but gentle thrust of my head I disloged the Gronckle from my leg. Picking him up with three of my claws (as the other leg still stung like it was filled with Deadly Nadder spines and the last thing I wanted to do was put preasure on it right now) I lifted off. I felt him wriggle in my grip but I only touched down when I saw a rocky clearing. I released Grincher and he dove into the pile of rocks, chomping with the same savage hunger he had before when he had bitten my leg.
Wow, he was hungry. I hoped he was ok. It was very unlike Grincher to attack me like that.
With that I relaxed and watched Grincher munch the rocks. Knowing with my luck I wouldn't have a chance like this later, with a relatively secure location and relative quiet, I closed my eyes and took a nap.
Grincher's POV
I felt guilty after I became coherant enough to realize I had bitten my friend's leg. In my defense, hunger blurred my mind and his leg truly had looked like a pile of rocks. I felt so much better now that I had found some real rocks though. I never knew I could be that hungry. It really brought to light a whole new side of me. A desperate, irrational side.
I wondered what the humans were doing. I had forgotten about them after the hunger hit, actually I had forgotten about everything but filling my stomache. Where were they?
Katro was asleep. I didn't blame him, after all he had been through. All I had put him through…
Wow, I should apologize for the whole leg thing. I wanted to tell him right now how sorry I was but he looked so peaceful, and he really needed this nap. I decided instead that I would stand right there and try not to ruin everything again with my magic Grincher touch, at leastn until he woke up.
Then again, not like I should ruin things after he was awake either. Not that I could help it. Trouble just followed me like a Speedstinger followed its prey. Honestly I hated it, but it was the truth.
I decided to stand guard over my sleeping friend. Making sure there were a few metres of distance between us (I didn't want to accidentally wake him by brushing against him) I scoured the area for trouble that did not appear.
I felt my eyes slipping closed, it seemed I was tired as well. My head drooped down, but I jerked it back up, fighting the fatigue. But I couldn't fight it and I soon drifted off into dreamland.
