~~**~~I'm back!^^ So, since we decided to finish off "But, I Lost Myself" I was able to pick back up with this one! I'm sorry I've neglected it for so long and those of you that held out for it, thankyou so much! I know I'm throwing alot at you in one night again, but at least you have something to read now XD Thankyou again so much for all the faves and comments and all out love y'all have given me. It means so much, really it does ;3
Now, on an important side note! I need to make sure I don't offend anyone with the next couple of pieces, so yes, I WILL be repeating this in a few chapters, but I want to make sure everyone hears it. I know I've slacked on the porn and mostly given talk and angsty fluff lately, so I'm sorry, but in the next few chapters I'll ker-PORN again ;3 What I need to make sure everyone understands though is that this is turning out to be a dominance story. I'm very fond of S&M, so if I seem to get out of hand or offend anyone in anyway, I'd like you to tell me! Please, be kind about it, but don't be afraid to tell me if I make you cringe, I can tone it down if needed^^; Thankyou for reading! Enjoy! ;3~~**~~
First flight seals the bond.
Though, apparently, other things did too. All out dominating one seemed to work just fine also.
The dragon gurgled at him as he rubbed its side down, the heat of its scales warming the sudsy cloth in his hands. He continued to scowl, shaking his head lightly before bending to dunk the cloth into the bucket at his feet. His body ached at him, stopping him halfway and forcing him to plant a steadying hand on the creature's thick hide. He winced, sucking in a sharp breath of air through his teeth as he gritted them and pushed past the pain, bending farther anyways. When he did manage to lean on the bucket he shook his head again, sighing softly in slight frustration. This time the Nightmare curved its slender neck, cooing quietly through its jagged fangs. He looked up, the bitter weight in his heart sinking with a prick of guilt as he came to face its the scared flesh over its empty eye sockets. The creature bowed its head, nudging his shoulder and cheek lightly with the tip of its wide snout.
"Thanks, girl...I'm fine." He patted it absently, snatching the cloth from the bucket with a small splash and standing with a quick motion. The breath caught in his throat for a moment, his eyes shutting briefly as the pain sparked and then ebbed within him. The dragon gave a long breath, its crimson colored side swelling beneath his hand in a measured, comforting motion. He nodded again, releasing his breath before opening his eyes slowly, patting the beast lightly. "I got it...I got it." He pushed the cloth against the dragon's side, beginning slow circles as the spots stopped dancing before him. "Fuck, I got it..." He grumbled, the dragon nodding with him as it turned back around and lapped at some water.
It had taken him a long time to work up to getting out of the bed. With two cracked ribs, a broken rib, a fractured wrist, and broken ankle, not to mention the lacerations all over his body and the third degree burns on his arm and hand, it wasn't surprising it had taken him so long. Two or three weeks, to be as exact as he could be. Ruffnut had nursed him, though a bit begrudgingly, and was still in the process of nursing him, just without so much babying. She had also had to take up most of his chores while he was bedridden and was currently still doing most of the harder jobs that he still couldn't handle. He was bitter and she was bitter, so each of them had decided it was best to put as much space between them as possible.
The dragons had been upset at his little display of raw viking bezerker technique. It apparently was about to get really ugly while he was lying unconscious in his bed. But, the Monstrous Nightmare that had threatened his Hicca and haunted his dreams, had also stood up for him. The dragons had gone back to their usual, accepting the Nightmare's demand for respect for the boy that had almost taken it down with only a dagger. The creature had apparently tried to follow Ruffnut home that night, but his twin had bitterly turned it away, telling the animal that it should find someone else to imprint on. Apparently it didn't give up. The girl allowed the beast into the barn when she found it lying atop it one morning when she went to feed their Zipple Back, Snuff and Snort.
The beast was blind now, its eyes removed by his own hand. The flesh had scabbed and welded together over the emptiness of the sockets, and he washed the puss from the marrs everyday with the same hand. He figured the same thing the dragon must've. If he could dominate her, then she could in the least respect him, and he'd give her the care she needed in return. They had decided to name the blood colored dragon, Scrye, figuring since they had blinded her of the present she must have acquired a vision into the future. She was, by far, the ugliest dragon on the island, with all of her scars and stab wounds, but Tuffnut only told her every now and then how ugly she was; they did match pretty well currently.
Scrye looked up, the yellow of her upper lip curling over the black of her gums, a growl vibrating softly in the back of her serpentine throat. He glanced at the sunlit doorway, confusion playing on his features as he marked that he hadn't heard the dragon upset since their fight. She had become quiet the gentle beast now, almost motherly, towards him. A breeze sent leaves and hay scratching across the pavement of the barn's stoop, the wind tossing the few trees around outside, making them whisper among themselves. Sunlight danced as he turned and looked towards Snuff and Snort, furrowing his brow when he saw them drinking and eating together, nothing appearing to be wrong. The Nightmare was still growling at the open doors though, her fist sized nostrils working slowly as she took deep, calculating inhales of the wind pulsing past. Smoke began to curl and whisp from between her partially opened maw, lips vibrating around bent serrated fangs as she started to quietly snarl.
"Tuffnut!" He whipped around, blinking dizziness away as he watched the smallest viking in Berk come jogging towards him with a beam as bright as the sun he stood in. Something inside of him sunk deep to the pit of his stomach, his body tensing as the auburn haired boy jogged farther into the shadows to meet him. "You're awake! That's great! I was really getting worried!" His voice was genuinely ecstatic, confusing the boy Thorston and putting him off even more than the bitter taste in his mouth. The blonde looked down at his feet, staring into the soapy water of the bucket near the fur of his boot; he frowned even deeper when the tips of Hiccup's little boots stopped in his line of vision.
"Ruffnut was supposed to come tell me when you got up! I was really worried, I kept coming in to check on you and everything." He continued to smile innocently, unaware of the deep discomfort he was causing the taller boy. Snuff clicked excitedly when she saw the boy viking standing in front of her open stall, Snort already twisting and coiling his long neck around Hiccup's shoulders and chest with a grin. Hiccup laughed quietly, turning his attention to the dragon without thought, beginning to stroke Snort's snub nosed snout as she bumped into his cheek with a coo. "Hey, guys..." He murmured, glancing over at Tuffnut, who had now turned to finish washing the Nightmare curled in front of him.
Tuffnut knew the boy had come to visit him in his sleep. Apparently he wanted to stay until Tuffnut woke up, but his sister shooed him off, saying it wouldn't be good for him. Part of him wanted to hug his twin for it. If he had woken up to the pure happiness Hiccup seemed to be showing him right now, he would've cried. It was better for him to stay as far away from the viking as possible. To infect him would kill him.
"Why do you care, Hiccup?" He grumbled, reaching out to stroke Scrye's shoulder as he stood on tip-toes to scrub as much of the top of her back as he could. He focused on his work and on calming the Nightmare, watching her sides labor a bit more and lip continue to quiver, silently now, in response to his upset. She was stoking a fire in her belly and he didn't want to have to take off her tongue to get her to stop this time.
Hiccup looked up at him, surprise registering as his emerald eyes took in his own features, frowning in confusion when he tried to figure out why the blonde was upset. "Because, you were injured. Because you tried to help me. I thought I was doing a nice thing." Tuffnut let a quick and narrow frown befall him as he listened to the tinge of sarcasm in the brunette's voice.
"Thanks, but I'm fine now. I'll see you some other time." He tried to brush him off without being too cold, but the little viking was too persistent. He should've expected it from the boy, he should've expected some sort of struggle, but part of him was warmly, and pleasantly surprised at the amount of upset the brunette revealed to him.