I'm definitely on a roll. This is like my 4th update in a span of little less than 2 weeks (I think). I fun this a fun chapter to write. There's a little bit more interaction with Toothless and Hiccup and we check up on Mavis. Also, a lot of characters are named in the chpt and you should know that NONE of them are OC's.
Nothing to report here except that there is a lot of singing in this chapter and one is a bit suggestive. Anywho, enjoy!
Chapter #16
Hiccup's POV
It was a miracle that I hadn't fallen behind on work despite the fact that I visited Toothless on a daily basis. It was even more miraculous that I had time for an extra project: making a prosthetic tail for Toothless. It was just like his own tail in shape and size expect this one was made of leather and metal. It took me a whole night to make and I was quite proud of it.
I was on my way back to the cove with a basket full of assorted kinds of fish slung over my shoulder.
During the walk, my mind drifted to the dragon training the Viking children start doing when they were 15. I had never done dragon training because I was 14 when I left Berk, the place of my birth, for Scotland
Maybe it was a good thing that I had never done dragon training. That training was how to fight and kill dragons not train them.
Though I had never had the opportunity to do dragon training, I've often enough taken a few glimpses into the Book of Dragons, a book filled with everything we know about dragons. The only reason I got a few glimpses is because the book was owned by the man who taught me most of what I know about blacksmithing.
I remembered that dragons are classified into 7 classes: Stoker, Boulder, Fear, Sharp, Tidal, Mystery, and Strike.
The Stoker class is characterized as dangerous fire-breathers. The Monstrous Nightmare can set its own body on fire while a Terrible Terror is sneaky but small; most Terrors don't get much bigger then a cat.
Boulder class are tough, rock-eating dragons. The Gronckle can eat rocks, heat them to extreme high temperature, and spew them out like molten lava. A Whispering Death attacks from underground and uses its rotating teeth to create underground tunnels.
The Fear class dragons are very dangerous as they are known to be sneaky and deadly at the same time. Many of the Fear dragons have more than one head. The Hideous Zippleback has two heads while a Snaptrapper has four.
Sharp class dragons possess razor sharp quality. The Deadly Nadder has poisonous spikes on their tail that they can whip at you very fast. The Timberjack is perhaps one of the largest dragons in existence. Its wings are so large and so sharp that they could cut through the trees of a small forest within seconds!
Tidal class are dragons that live in the water. A Scauldron will swallow water, heat it in its giant, cauldron-like belly and then spew it out at a high velocity. A Thunderdrum can glide swiftly through the water and, instead of fire, breaths out powerful sonic blasts that could easily make a man deaf.
The Mystery class dragons are really a mystery; no one really knows what these dragons can do. It is known that the Changewing can change its color to blend in with their surrounding environment while the Boneknapper collects the bones of dead dragons in order to create the ultimate armor for themselves.
Toothless and the Skrill that attacked him were part of the Strike class. The Strike class dragons are categorized as dragons with a light-type of body, pin-point accuracy, unstoppable attacks, unbelievable endurance and lightning speed.
My lessons in dragons in my mind ended when I entered the cove and walked to where Toothless usually was: by the large boulder.
"Hey Toothless." I called out in singsong as I slid the basket off my shoulder and placed it down, "Look what I brought." I placed my good foot on the basket, "I hope you're hungry." I kicked the basket and the content spilled out, "Ok, that's disgusting." I murmured to myself as the smell of fish overwhelmed my nostrils. Toothless smelled the fish aroma and slowly approached but surprisingly his attention wasn't on the fish. It was in the contraption in my hands
"What's da?" He asked, sniffing the leather and metal.
"Something that'll hopefully make you fly again." I said. Toothless ear plates perked up at the thought that he would be able to fly again, "Now, eat up." I motioned to the fish and Toothless began to dig his nose into the various types of fish I brought, "There's salmon, cod, herring, and I even managed to get an eel." Toothless bared his teeth and started to growl. I picked up the slimy, black fish and held it up, earning a screech from the dragon. 'Whoa!" I called out and quickly threw the eel out of our sight. Toothless became content in an instant, "Sorry," I muttered, as I made my way to his broken tail.
As I walked, I looked every few seconds to see what Toothless was doing. Every time was the same: eating.
When I reached the tail, I placed the contraption down beside it and scooted it closer but when I did, the tail moved away. I tried again and the same happened. The game repeated a few times, each time different, and by the 4th try, I had climbed onto his tail and strapped the contraption onto it.
Toothless knew that the human had climbed onto his tail. As soon as he did, a plot for revenge brooded. The Night Fury hadn't forgotten that the human had teased him by stepping on the lines of his artwork. It was payback time.
The Night Fury spread his wings and shot into flight.
He felt a satisfaction when he heard Hendry scream and clung onto his tail with all his might but fear hit the dragon when he started to fall again. He was inches from the ground when he suddenly shot up into the sky and heard Hendry yell, "I did it!"
Toothless turned and flew back into the cove, flying over the lake. He glanced at the human and flicked his tail as hard as he could. Hendry skidded over the lake like a rock while Toothless glided a little longer before crashing into the lake too. As Hendry cheered and laughed, Toothless thought, "Revenge complete."
Third Person POV
Heather was running from her through the town at a high speed; she was late. She came running into the Transylvanian inn, tying an apron around her waist,
"Heather!" She heard Cairbre yell from a corner of the inn, "You're late!" Heather took little notice of his yell; even if she was early he wouldn't be happy with her. Who would be happy to have their bastard work under the same roof? Nobody, even Cairbre. Heather was Cairbre's bastard daughter; she was the result of a brief affair after Mavis' mother, Martha, died in childbirth. After Heather was born, it was up to her mother to raise her and miraculously Cairbre had given Heather a job when she was older. Heather ran into the kitchen and found Mavis stirring in the large pot filled with stew.
"Dad angry at you again?" Mavis asked. Heather scoffed and rolled her eyes,
"When isn't he?" Mavis couldn't help but release a small chuckle,
"How's your mother?" She asked. Heather's mother had been very sick lately and Heather was the only one that would take care of her; Cairbre had cut off all contact with her after the affair.
"She's doing better." Heather replied as she picked up the bowls Mavis had been filling.
"Those are going to the table in the corner closest by the door." Mavis said. Heather nodded and walked away to the table
As Heather walked out, music started playing. Heather didn't need to guess who was playing the music, it was always the same people: Mavis' uncles. They would always play the liveliest music and sing the funniest songs. The drumming was often done by Ivor, a short man with curly red hair and a declining eyesight. The fiddle and lute were done by Malcolm and Fionnghall. Malcolm was average height with a fat belly and bold green eyes while Fionnghall was a hulking man with such a large girth that hardly anybody could fully wrap their arms around him. Any other instruments was played by Wallace, a man with a hunched back and who probably held the record of father with the most children. He had 19 children, majority of them boys.
The four men gave each other a look and Ivor began a beat by drumming on a slab of wood. They all started to sing as the second bar finished.
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
They sang the last line in harmony; they always sung the last line of any section together.
The others joined on their instruments, the beat picking up. The people started to clap along and some started to dance even.
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Malcolm stepped up to sing, Wallace tickling his large belly in the middle
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Now, Wallace stepped forward for his part
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
And they just played, the music never losing its upbeat tune.
Mavis had joined the revelry earlier and now a friend of hers, Jonathan, had grabbed her hand and the two were dancing together. Heather smiled at the sight of the two; had Mavis not fallen for Onceler, she probably would've married Jonathan. Heather looked back at the musicians. Fionnghall stepped forward
Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Lastly, Ivor held his head up to sing, never ceasing the beat of the drum
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
The beat picked up slightly and the men sang the last bit of the song all together, harmonizing each last line of each section
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
That's what we do with a drunken sailor,
That's what we do with a drunken sailor,
That's what we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
As they finished the whole tavern burst into cheers, from happy ones to drunken ones. Heather clapped along briefly before returning to her work. Mavis, however, went to the musicians,
"You sounded amazing, Uncle!" She squealed as she hugged Fionnghall as best as she could. The large man smiled and patted her head lightly,
"Thank you, Mavis." She looked up and smiled, "Now, can you get a tankard for these old men?" He asked with a smirk as he motioned to himself and the others. Mavis nodded and disappeared to get the drinks. Fionnghall watched the girl walk away as her father joined beside him, "She's grown into a fine young woman. If only Martha were here to see her."
"She is always here." Cairbre said quietly as he moved his hand over his heart. The two stood in silence for a long time, simply staring out at the tavern scene in front of them. Cairbre shook out of his trance when Wallace tapped on his shoulder.
"Cairbre, why don't you sing a song?" Wallace suggested. Cairbre instantly shook his head,
"No, no. I haven't sung since Martha died." He protested as Mavis rejoined the group of men with a tray carrying 5 tankards. All the men grabbed a tankard. Mavis looked up at her dad, having heard the conversation,
"Oh, dad. Please? I've never heard you sing before and I heard from Aunt Eithne and Aunt Wanda that you used to sing so well." At that statement, everyone in the inn started to cheer and encourage Cairbre to sing, the ones that had heard him before were the loudest. Mavis and Wallace gave each other a look; they knew that Cairbre couldn't refuse now.
"Which song, Cairbre?" Wallace asked with a smile. Cairbre put down his tankard and shook his head.
"This one doesn't need music, only clapping along with the beat." Wallace and Mavis alike knew instantly which song Cairbre was going to sing: The Drunken Scotsman. It was a popular song. Cairbre lifted his hands in the air, the inn grew quieter than the dead.
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
He started, many beginning to clap, loud enough to be audible but not loud enough to overpower Cairbre,
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Many joined the next line, raising their glasses in drunken cheerfulness
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Cairbre began to move around the tavern, circling in-between tables and people, doing the actions in the song.
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
'See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt'
Some men cheered at the last statement while some of the ladies began to blush,
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
'I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt'
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
Cairbre walked by an unsuspecting young man and hit his kilt up, some people jeering at the embarrassment of the man
And there behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
The men burst into yells and cheers as they joined for the next line
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marvelled for a moment, then one said 'we must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along'
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star, the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward the trees
Behind a bush, he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.
'O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize'
The tavern exploded with noise.
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
'O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize'
Cairbre held the last note as the whole inn burst into cheers. Heather clapped and cheered too, the corners of her lips going up into a bright smile. But her happy demeanour disappeared when she looked at Mavis and the hand that was moving self-consciously to her stomach.
You guys can probably guess what's up with Mavis. Next update should be pretty quick too 'cause I've got a lot written out for that one as well. The first song that was sung is called "Drunken Sailor" by the Irish Rovers (don't ask) and the second one is called the "Drunken Scotsman." by the same group. Review, favourite, follow.