AN: Hello my fellow readers and writers! New chapter and stuff related to it.
Song: Everybody Wants You by Billy Squier
Disclaimer: Own httyd, I do not.
We were in the cove once again, with Hiccup carrying a small cod that he had caught off of the coast, and he planned to use it in a way to "get the dragon's trust". How he planned to do it, Ripper and I had no idea. We got down into the cove, with the three of us scanning it, looking for the Night Fury. Ripper looked behind us and suddenly froze, staring at the rocks behind us.
He whispered to us, "It's right behind us, Hiccup. Time for that "great" plan you had," using air quotes around great. Hiccup and I turned around and saw the Night Fury, crawling down the rocks in an attack posture, low to the ground and emitting a deep growl. Hiccup slowly pulled out the cod and held it out towards the Night Fury, who looked at it curiously. He slinked forwards a few steps, but suddenly stopped and got set back in his attack stance, rumbling again. I noticed Hiccup's hand stray to his dagger in his belt, his face lighting up in understanding. The Night Fury became even more hostile as Hiccup touched the small knife. Nervous, yet knowing what to do, Hiccup pulled the dagger out, showing it to the Night Fury. Then, as it watched, he dropped it, before throwing it into the lake next to us with his foot. The Night Fury relaxed, sitting up, his eyes now circles instead of slits. Hiccup once again held out the cod, like an offering to the Night Fury. It slowly approached Hiccup, leaning out towards him, before slowly opening his mouth, revealing his gums, but no teeth. "Toothless, huh? I could have sworn you had..." Hiccup started, but was suddenly halted as the Night Fury's jaws suddenly filled up with razor-sharp teeth. He lunged forward and snatched the fish out of Hiccup's hands, chewing and swallowing it in the blink of an eye.
Hiccup, clearly shaken, added, "…teeth." Ripper and I watched as the Night Fury ran to the other side of the cove, still eyeing us from a distance. As I watched it, I noticed something shining between the trees past the cusp of the cliffs. My curiosity piqued, I scrambled out of the cove, walking between the giant pines on the edge.
As I rounded a tree, I saw that a giant metal circle was lying on the ground, with the lids closed. I could hear soft moans and groans coming from inside. The only animal this big that Vikings trapped were... dragons. I was wondering about what kind of a dragon this was, exactly, before I realized something: that dragon is going to die if it doesn't get help. I knew that the right thing to do would be to let it out, but we're talking about a giant firebreathing reptile that could annihilate an army with so much as a blink of an eye. It wasn't exactly a helpless rabbit or squirrel we're talking about here. However, I hoped for a miracle of passive behavior towards me, like Hiccup and that Night Fury.
In hindsight, that was probably a really bad idea.
I slowly approached the trap, looking for a way to disarm it. I saw a small lever sticking out of the side of the base. I guessed that that was the way to open it, and I went for it. I tugged hard on it. It didn't budge. I put my back into it, setting my feet harder into the ground before pulling again. It still refused to move. I put my legs on the sides of the trap, leaned back and pulled as hard as I could. After a few seconds, the lever finally budged. It slowly moved to the other side, and the metal jaws of the trap slowly opened, creaking open. The dragon inside suddenly shifted around, but didn't get out of the trap. The jaws finally stopped moving, and the dragon finally stepped out of the trap, standing up to its full height. It opened its wings and let out a explosive cry. I nearly pissed myself at the sight in front of me.
The dragon was blood red, with the sun gleaming off of it giving him a very intimidating look. Two massive horns jutted out from his head, crooked and splayed out in weird directions, ringed like the tree rings of a sequoia. His wings were the truly intimidating part of his body. They were colossal, and stretched across the entire clearing, about the length of four school buses. His yellow eyes stared at me as if I was nothing, a mere speck of dust to him. His snakelike body, which I noticed had no legs, slithered around behind him as he sat in front of me. But the worst was yet to come.
He looked awfully hungry.
He suddenly moved, twisting in his spot. I was so scared that I dropped to the ground, not thinking about it. As I watched, the dragon began to spin in place, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. I wondered what he was doing, but then I saw what was happening with his wings. They were going right through the trees, like they weren't there at all. I was shocked stupid by this. 'What, a ghost dragon now?' My mind sarcastically remarked. As I lay, the dragon suddenly stopped spinning, staring at me once again, letting out a cry that sounded like a cannon shot. All the trees began to shift around, and I thought that his cry was so powerful that all of the trees shook. But, as I watched, the most astounding thing happened.
The trees fell down.
All of them fell to the ground, crashing to the forest floor, most with three or four clean cuts through them. As the forest came tumbling down around me, I thought with wonder, 'His wings… cut through the trees? Are you frickin' serious!? They've gotta be razor sharp or something!' Then, I looked back up, and saw him staring at me. I nervously stood back up, before our eyes locked again. I stared at him, refusing to move, showing no weakness. He did the same. I felt this… feeling, like we knew each other, and were soulmates of a kind. I felt as if he was connected to me somehow, someway, creatures from different times and dimensions. Suddenly, a rustle came from the bushes to the side, and we broke eye contact, our connection broken, gone. As we watched, Ripper suddenly burst through the bushes, with Hiccup trailing behind. They both stopped and stared at us with awe and wonder in their eyes. The two of us locked eyes once more, before it moved its head in a seemingly nodding motion. As I mulled over this, puzzled, it let out one more cannon shot-cry before suddenly flapping its wings, taking off and swiftly leaving. Hiccup slowly walked up to me as I watched the dragon fly off into the horizon.
"How… why… that was a Timberjack." Hiccup stuttered in amazement.
"I see why," I replied. "He cut down an entire surrounding of a goddamn clearing, after all."
"Wow," was all that Hiccup could say.
Ripper came up behind me, slapping me on the back and saying, "Good job, Brandon. You didn't die."
"So, what did you guys do?" I asked nonchalantly. Hiccup couldn't speak, so Ripper spoke for him.
"Hiccup named the Night Fury Toothless and then Toothless regurgitated that fish that Hiccup fed him and Hiccup ate it," he replied.
"Huh, sounds like fun, right Hiccup?" I asked sarcastically. Hiccup wasn't paying any attention to either of us, or anything for that matter. But, as I sat there, I realized something.
I had gone toe to toe with a wild dragon, and it didn't kill me. 'Are dragons even killers? Are they monsters?' I thought. 'Oh well, that doesn't matter at this moment.'
I had gone toe to toe with a wild… Timberjack, and I made it out fine. A good start.
AN: SHHIIIITTT that was EPIC! Well, we have met a certain dragon, and if you can't figure out what this dragon means to the plot yet, then you may be retarded. Please visit your doctor.
See ya!