HAI! Just a status update that I might be starting some other FICS since most of mine are kinda failures… *sobs*… BUT HEY! MY BOOK IS GONNA BE OUT SOON! And, as always, special thanks to a random person and Vennetachi. You guys are like, the only people who ever review my stuff and that is AWESOME! I had started this other FIC in the Thor universe, and it had this sword-fighting thing since I'm a fencer and I love that stuff. (Some of you on here might know who I am now…) But here's your chapter.
Hiccup barely averted his eyes from the large slender dragon in front of him, but he could tell by the variations in light and shadow that the day was growing thinner, and night would soon creep over the world, enveloping it in darkness. He dare not wait that long. He had to find Toothless and get out of there.
The Timber Jack was still staring the short Viking down, its long narrow muzzle inches from his face. Hiccup backed away ever so slowly, smoothly, no jerking movements, just his halfway outstretched hand in front of him, beckoning, enticing, promising, as he edged back into the undergrowth. The Timber Jack stepped forward.
Hiccup smiled, stepping back farther now, offering his hand as he stood still, and waiting for the creature to move. The Timber Jack looked suspiciously at the young, scrawny Viking in front of it, as if sizing him up for his worthiness, as if each dragon only deserved the perfect rider, and anything less or more would crush its instincts, leaving it unable to be ridden. But Hiccup was no ordinary dragon rider.
Suddenly, a black streak of lightning whirled into the Timber Jack's side, knocking it down with unexpected force. A yowl ripped the air in half, as the two struggled on the ground. Toothless.
Hiccup rushed over, trying to pull his dragon-cat out of the fray to no avail, the black Night-Kitty just shaking him off and going back to pulverizing the poor dragon. Suddenly Hiccup grabbed the loose skin and fur at the nape of Toothless's neck, and pulled with all his might. To his surprise, the cat curled up in a ball of black fluff, looking up at Hiccup imploringly with those unnaturally green eyes, as if he still wanted to fight but his body wouldn't comply.
Hiccup spared a scolding but amused glance at his Night-Kitty, before turning back to the Timber Jack that had scrambled away from the fight as soon as it could and was now staring at them with an unreadable expression. It glanced at them, and of course, Toothless, the master of perfect timing, had to hiss, completely adorably, but still seeming menacing enough to the Timber Jack that it whirled up into the air and streaked off-well, tried to. A wound in its wing sent it tumbling down to earth a couple yards away. Thanks for that Toothless.
Hiccup reluctantly set the black dragon-cat down, almost afraid he would bolt off again and cause more damage to the Timber Jack, but Toothless did not recognize The Power of the Scruff, and would rather not let his body go all, curl-up-like-a-cute-kitten-oh-wait.
Hiccup rushed over as fast as he could to the wounded dragon without causing alarm, running his hand over the unconscious form of the majestic beast. The wound would heal, and it might buy some time for Hiccup to regain the dragon's trust. Toothless padded over, sniffing curiously, wrinkling up his tiny pink nose at the raw scent of blood. He backed away and looked up at Hiccup with dilated pupils in his guilty eyes. Hiccup gave up trying to hold back the smile that played at his lips and stroked the Night-Kitty's smooth fur. Even under the fluffy overcoat, muscles still rippled with feline elegance and strength. He seemed to be a bit bigger, though it may have been the humidity puffing out his fur, or maybe he was just getting used to this new, smaller body.
The Timber Jack moaned pathetically as its consciousness began to return. Hiccup jerked his gaze back to the dragon, crawling slowly closer to get a look at the injured wing. It would be harder to bind the wound thanks to the razor sharp edges on the front end of the wing. Hiccup's mind whirred, the way it always did when he was studying a new species or learning the best ways to train or create or find or know. He stroked the membrane of the dragon's wing in comforting, smoothing gestures as he reached down to one of his upgraded side-pockets, pulling out a gauzy bandage-wrap-sort-of-thing. He wrapped the wound with rhythmic winding turns, humming some sort of song that lulled the dragon ever so slowly, as it closed its eyes and let the smoothing hands bring the darkness and the absence with it, to sleep.
Once the wound was bound and the Timber Jack safely asleep, Hiccup looked over to his own dragon-cat, whose large eyes were half closed in semi-conscious bliss. Hiccup smiled and sidled closer to the small feline, twining his hands in Toothless's newly acquired fur and puzzling how they would get home. This place they were in couldn't be too far from Berk, at least he hoped not, but he had never seen this area before on his regular outing trips with Toothless.
The airy blue-blackness of the tropical night began to slowly creep over the horizon, the sun hurrying down the slope of the earth as if it was suddenly a deer fleeing as prey from the bright moon-wolf that ran through the sky after it. The stars and the fireflies winked together, echoing against the blackness, showing that no matter what, there would always be a little bit of light in the darkness, and darkness in the light, and however they struggled, none would reign supreme.
Hiccup's plans became blurred as his mind quieted, his eyes closing gently as the darkness of the night took hold of his mind, dragging him downward away from the starlit clearing, enclosing him in, towards the comforting soft blackness of sleep.
A shadow crossed the unusually large moon's light, the silhouette seeming to unnerve the wind, as it howled and twirled dangerously away. Black wings beat against the night, as if to push the lighter darkness away to take over the world with the pitch black, deepening until there was just silence, and nothingness, and all souls in the universe were lost.
Four heads twined and snapped, clawed tail scratched at the sky, dark figure, wind whipping hair across the moon. The storm. The green. The wind. The darkness. A dragon's scream echoed into the air, raw and bloody red against the green as it swirled upward, tossed carelessly away by the wind. A flash. Nothing was left.
So, there you have another pointless and short chapter with ineloquent writing for all! For all my readers, if it seems weird, the idea for this FIC was supposed to be a comedy, because with the Toothless cat thing, and then I started writing and I was like, "Oh forget humor this is EPICNESS TIME," So then after that chapter I remembered it was supposed to be comedy, so I added the plot twist with the crazy cat lady, and then it was so confusing, so if you guys totally hate this or something that's fine with me, JUST AS LONG AS YOU REVIEW, EHEHEHEHE!