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Hello my peeps, here's chapter 2 at last. I definetly wasn't planning on taking three weeks to update since I'm so hyped for this story and already have half of it planned out. But this past weeks I had 1 exam, before that 3 exams and the other 2, please have mercy oof...
Anyway, they're over now and with great results, my job is done there. Also break is here, so you already know what that means ;) updating more often for two weeks.
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Hiccup heavily cursed under his breath, throwing a glare at the clouds that hung above them. Toothless flew, not too high, to avoid any lightning in case the approaching storm started out with no warning, nor too low, so the continuously growing waves wouldn't swallow them whole.
He frowned, the gears in his head louder than the raging wind. He couldn't stop thinking… …Had he been too tough with Astrid and Dagur?
Someone had to call the two back to reason, right? He had to do it. He was in charge. It was his responsibility, even Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins were starting to get annoyed by the whole deal. Still, and he sometimes hated himself for this part of him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd somehow hurt them with his sudden outburst. Dagur… wasn't that bad, he had feelings sure, even if they were clouded by all his insanity, but most of the time not even he knew what he was feeling. But he was his 'brother' and Hiccup had silently forgiven the Berserker from having tried to kill his friends and him hundreds of time in the past, which meant he was now part of the team and as a friend, he felt somewhat bad for having possibly been too harsh.
Astrid? Oooh… Astrid. Astrid was a whole other deal. He had never yelled, scolded at Astrid. He had never raised his voice to her like this. He clutched at his chest subconsciously and swallowed hard, head hanging low. Sure thing, they had had their own quarrels over the years. Ha! With how hard-headed they both were… and prideful... Still, Astrid did more of the yelling in her full-out-Viking demeanor and Hiccup did more of the sarcastic replies.
No. He was right. They were nearing both him and Heather into insanity and that was not right. Right?
Toothless warbled up to him, worriedly. "Don't worry about me, Toothless. Just… thinking." Toothless cooed warmly at him, obviously offering someone to talk to. Hiccup lovingly petted his head in response, "I'm glad I have you, buddy."
"Well, you have me too, by the looks of it." A new voice joined in, coming to soar next to the first duo, "I think I have a migraine."
"Heather." Hiccup acknowledged, turning around in his saddle to eye the girl. "Let me guess..."
"-They're unbearable. I think my headache has a headache by now." She scoffed, sighing. The girl crossed her arms, blowing away a jet-black loose strand of hair from her face.
Hiccup nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah..." He mumbled. A pause. "You don't think I-"
"Hiccup." Heather cut him in, "That back there we just left behind has been going on for days and days. They're not some little kids who fight and brawl back and forth, 24/7, just because they don't get along. And you and I definitely have more important things to worry about other than their capricious likes and dislikes."
Windshear came to soar right beside the Night Fury. The girl's face was simply done, and Hiccup wondered if he had explicitly looked anyhow like that over the past days, "So no. I don't think you were too hard on them. If anything, I would just have been more even." They each swerved to the side to avoid a formation of scattering seagulls, "If you hadn't blown up, I would have."
The auburn-haired nodded, facing forward, his eyes stinging with the wind. They flew silently for a while, simply enjoying the sound of the waves crashing, and the coolness of the air that had arrived with the heavy-grey clouds settling above. It might just have been the best medicine to cool a hot head.
"Thanks, Heather. You're just about right." He admitted, turning to face the girl on her Razorwhip, "What do you say we head back home and try and sort things out once and for all?"
"Sounds pretty good to me." Heather agreed, "Let's- Hold on a second." She suddenly straightened her back, shoulders stiffening, green eyes settled over his shoulder. Hiccup let his eyebrows rise, he too adopting a more alert stance. "What is it?"
"Boats." She said, pointing off to a dot on the wild sea, "East."
Hiccup turned around in his saddle, to face the other way around. His face hardened as he pulled his spyglass from one of Toothless' saddlebags, only to bring it to his eye and confirm his assumptions, "Dragon Hunters. And they're loaded, by the looks of it." He let out what sounded as a half-growl, "Just guess what kind of load though."
"Dragons." Heather hissed, "We have to do something about it, Hiccup!"
"I know... Usually I'd say we're outnumbered, what with the others at The Edge, but going back there might just let them get away." He focused back on the Berserker, "Alright, I have a plan. Toothless and I will fly in first, make some use of our offspring of lightning and death itself speed. That should draw the fist line of fire away, and leave your way clear to make some damage."
Heather nodded. Hiccup kept on, "Take out three of the five, we want them to sail away. Once those three are out, blast the cages in sight, carefully though. The dragons under deck go after. I'll take care of the three on the North while you give me cover. Yours are the ones on the south, same method. Got it?"
Heather grinned, clicking her tongue, "Crystal clear, captain. Let's go kick some Dragon Hunter butt! Come on Windshear!"
Hiccup too smiled determinedly, "Let's go, buddy. We wanna get this done before the storm turns any worse." Toothless warbled back in response, bolting off with a strong push of his wings.
As soon as they got in range, a hysterical cry of "DRAGON RIDERS!" echoed throughout the ships. Just as instantly, all types of harmful welcome treats were being shot their way- easily nothing they couldn't evade. Heather pulled Windshear up, waiting just as agreed.
Hiccup caught her eyes and both nodded. With a deep breath the young rider laid himself against his dragon, his stomach pressing against the saddle, straps enclosed in an iron like grip. They shot upwards then fell down.
The duo gracefully blasted to the side with a perfect loop, abruptly changing directions from left to right. The ships were sailing in a sort of crescent moon and Toothless soared the acute angle literally sideways, his belly to the outside so it was protected whilst Hiccup made use of the shield on his curved back as protection.
Rough, deep voices had gone thin, and Hiccup knew it wasn't simply from the effect of the distance they were at and the raging wind. The storm had evolved murderously, cracks of lightning lighting up the skies. The waves were wild, dark and the ships creaked in fear, either at the sight of the awful weather or the offspring of the same lightning storm ditching their boulders and arrows and nets. Without attacking...
Why wasn't the Night Fury attacking?!
"Do s'mthin' 'bout it!" One of the men cried out.
As soon as Hiccup and Toothless were out of the way, Heather called out to Windshear in determination. Both girl and dragon shot downwards, the Razorwhip's tail already swinging with excitement at the idea of chopping down some immoral Dragon Hunter' ships.
All in all, everything was going just right.
As always, until it went very, very wrong.
The Hunters didn't have time to reload like the riders had predicted, per see, but they also had something else up their sleeve. After girl and dragon'd successfully eliminated one of the targets, and shot away from them, backs turned to their enemies, Windshear suddenly roared in distress.
"Heather!" Hiccup called out in horror, watching as the duo got caught by an enormous chain connected to the ship. They hadn't been counting on that... if the Hunters had them, they should have used the large, strong chains sooner.
Sons of a spitting, spitted troll!
Windshear kept pushing forward, trying to effectively finish their retreat. But it was of no use, for another chain had been fired from another ship, and Heather's hands had been pinned against her saddle and legs.
Hiccup's heart skipped a beat at her scream, "Toothless, dive!"
It went even more wrong. Toothless fired, multiple purple blasts, each hitting the chains at different points. They shook, but didn't break.
"Dragon proof!" Hiccup exclaimed, only to be cut in the middle of his whirlpool of thoughts when Heather's voice sounded again, this time forming his name.
"Hiccup, watch out!"
It happened too fast.
A lightning bolt lit up the world, the imposing sound of thunder following. He felt chocking pain against his throat, pulling him backwards. Toothless kept flying forward. His prosthetic was still stuck in the peddle of Toothless' tailfin.
He felt his lungs heaving for air, after all of it having been taken away, but something was wrong. He couldn't breathe.
It hurt. It was suffocating. There was an abnormal pressure against his trachea.
His stomach churned.
Somewhere blasts só under, then different ones. He heard Heather scream again and could just see through his mind's eye the undying image of the Berserker crashing brutally on some deck.
Then the pulsing in his ears that already sounded like water rushing incessantly became too real. The cold sweeping around him mercilessly seemed to bite his every part, becoming solid.
Under the rebellious, churning ocean, it was quiet.
Pain.
Quiet.
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"They're not back yet?" Snotlout asked, coming to stop beside the blonde boy on one of the wooden walks connecting the huts of Dragon's Edge.
"No..." Fishlegs admitted, crossing his arms over his chest as if to try and hug himself some comfort, "Ohhh Thor... I don't like this... I really don't like this..."
Snotlout rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, Fishface! You never like it! They're fine! What could possibly have happened?"
Fishlegs frowned almost angrily at the Jorgenson. There was quite an endless list of possibilities and probabilities to answer that pointless question, obviously. It was more like, 'What could possibly not have happened?'
"Look," The dark haired boy added, visibly relaxed has he smoothed his hands about in the air, "All I'm saying's Heather's with Hiccupy boy. You know she's capable enough to take care of a Haddock."
Again, he received a glare.
"Alright! Alright! They're probably just waiting out the storm somewhere! You know Toothless and Hiccup are perfect lightning magnets." Snotlout tried for the third time.
"I- I just hope they're all okay..." Fishlegs then squinted at Snotlout, "Wait, weren't you, as I recall and quote, "Relaxing your nerves out at the Clubhouse, never to leave out into this outrageous weather any time soon"?"
A pause.
Snotlout shrugged, "Astrid and Dagur are back at it again. Hiccup's gone. It's your turn."
The chuby boy squeaked.
"Feels bad, man."
...
"Oh Thor!" The chubby boy cried out, racing some steps forward before actually finding some sense of self-preservation and stopping hesitantly on his steps, "Guys please stop!"
Weapons raised over their heads, the two in question seemed ready to do everything but stopping.
"Not until his head's rolling around as a fetch toy for Stormfly!" Astrid growled, eyebrows scrunching hard.
"Ohhhh, oh oh... You're on blondie!" Dagur provoked, "But we all know who's the princess here- WOAH!"
"ASTRID!" Fishlegs screamed, grabbing fistfuls of his own hair and pulling at it, "Snotlout, do something! Grab her while I grab Dagur! Hurry!"
Snotlout, who had been leaning on the beam of the door of the Clubhouse, picking at his nails, nearly choked on his own saliva, "WHAT? Are you nuts, Fishface?! She literally just nearly cut his head off with that vile axe!" His voice had reached a high pinch when the blonde boy desperately tried pushing him towards the fight. He hurriedly shoved Fishlegs instead, "YOU take care of Astrid, I'll handle Dagur!"
Tuffnut shrugged, his shoulders bouncing off carelessly next to the ferocious violence act, "I don't really see which one's better. They both could give you quite an awesome scar."
Fishlegs froze, glancing at the Jorgenson questioningly, receiving as an answer the mouthed 'They were not here before'.
"Since when- NO, Dagur! Stop it!- Since when have you guys been here, exactly?" The Ingerman wondered.
Tuffnut shrugged once again, briefly glancing back at his sister, sitting on the central table with a bored expression, elbow on her knee and cheek on that arm's hand, "Since we put ants on Snotlout's pants while he slept."
"Wait, what-?" Snotlout mumbled, pausing.
"And you haven't bothered to stop them?! They'll end up killing themselves!" Fishlegs yelled exasperated.
"I can feel them! Get them out! Get them out!" Snotlout screamed from behind, before throwing himself onto the floor, "I'm not alone in my skin! Aaah!"
"To be honest, we're quite fed up with it now. We're just here to watch the drama unfold. Also," His face grew serious and comically offended, "Who do you think we are? Some crazy, brainless, violence- fanatics nuts? Pff..." Then he bounded off to sit by his sister, contrarily to her excitedly watching as Dagur's axe was cut off midair by a roaring, seriously cursing Astrid.
Fishlegs couldn't quite repeat those words yet, or else his sweet mother would be very disappointed in her boy.
Ohhh, but he had to do something! They were going to hurt themselves and Hiccup and Heather would never forgive him! He couldn't let that happen!
But all his tries had repeatedly been ignored, for as worried and gentle as he'd been, trying to lessen the size of the flames radiating from inside the two warriors. Ohh... what to do? What would Hiccup do? What would Heather do?
What...
"Brainless, rat-eating troll! How can anyone stand you with that... those lunatic ways!"
"At least I didn't make my sister and brother leave, Asteroid. Why don't you work on your obsessive nature a bit more than you throw butter-knives at twigs!"
"Because of me- AGH! You're the reason for all this Daggy! And what the Hel's an asteroid?!" She growled, "You son of a-"
What to do! What to do! His head was exploding. He was so sick of all that... so... sick... he couldn't think! Fishlegs needed to think!
"Get them out! Get them out! HELP!"
Meatlug roared in distress next to her rider, raising her front paws as a rolling Snotlout came her way and then ducking fearfully as a pair of glinting daggers flew above her head, sinking into the wall behind her.
"Arghh!"
"YOU LUNATI-"
"MAYBE HICCUP AND HEATHER LEFT BECAUSE OF BOTH OF YOU! YOU'RE BOTH THE PROBLEM! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE IT?! BOTH! BOTH! BOTH!"
When he opened his eyes, Fishlegs was surprised to find the whole room in a deadly silence. The twins had raised their head, eyes wide, as if something had just been destroyed right there. Snotlout seemed to have been frozen on his place on the floor, also shocked. Dagur had his axe pulled back, ready to stike, but seemed to have lost all focus on what he was doing, frozen in awe just like everyone. Astrid's eyes were authentic balls.
"Woah… didn't know he had it in him!" Ruffnut exclaimed, torn between too feeling shock or just pure excitement.
Tuffnut looked horrified for a moment, "Either of them… It just brings back too many memories…" He shuddered.
"Always the calm ones…" Ruffnut shook her head.
Astrid slowly lowered her glare to the axe held tight in her hand, her grip seemingly she appeared guilty for a second, the other her prideful figure had returned, being Astrid Hofferson, and the girl threw one last look of disdain at her enemy before heading out of the Clubhouse. "He's not worth my time, anyway…" She mumbled, leaving.
Fishlegs would have noticed the look in Ruffnut's eyes hadn't Dagur stepped in, "What?! Who does she think she is?!" He complained, waving his weapon abruptly about. Tuffnut eyed the swinging blade expectantly.
"Not worth her time…pff… Puffy, stuffy head…" His voice started to grow smaller as he disappeared, "She'll see…"
And with that, Fishlegs' words fell in a sort of forgetfulness, the truth spoken out loud avoided hurriedly by the two. Those two who had more in common than they wanted to accept. About that Hiccup was right, Fishlegs had to admit.
He saw through the corner of his eye the blonde Thorston girl give her brother an elbow to the stomach, pointing with her chin somewhere towards the way Dagur had left, not quite understanding why, given that his head was still cooling down from the now-embarassement of his earlier outburst. Had Hiccup felt like that?
Odin, what even had gotten into his head? So out of character, Fishlegs!
The room fell into an eerie silece given all the commotion that had taken place there before. Fishlegs turned from the now empty room, too shaky to worry about where the twins could have gone to so secretly , only to find a limp Snotlout on the ground. He no longer rolled, instead resting from the effort of freeing himself from the supposed unwanted guests.
"They're gone… They're finally gone, phew…" The Jorgenson mumbled, "Sweet relief…"
Fishlegs couldn't help but feel that those words could have more than one way to be listened to, but he was too awkward about these social things and was sure his brain was just reliving that recent moment, so he put it past him.
"They're gone, aren't they?!"
"Come on Snotlout, you didn't really have any ants on you, or else you would have felt them sooner..." He reasoned, his face scarlet from exposure.
"Now we really should go out looking for Hiccup and Heather before the storm truly arrives here. Looks like it's just the two of us."
"Correction: looks like it's just you, Fishface." Snotlout argued.
"No, it is not!" Fishlegs replied, "Otherwise I'll just leave you to the twins!"
That got him. Snotlout whined miserably from the floor, dropping even limper, his cheek pressed against the wooden surface in defeat, "I wate ma 'ife."
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Sooo, that was it! I hope it's worth something, as im already working on the next chapter. All along these weeks ive been using what lil time i had to write and it only resulted in this. I just didnt post this weekend for im truly exhausted :(
I'll try to hurry up with the next one friends!
Oh and im always up to know what you thought of this ;) keep on being kind lovelies!