AAAAAH! I'm so sorry I haven't updated! My excuse is that my old computer just totaly DIED on me, and I lost all my stuff, so I started a new FIC called THe Adventures of Loki and A Very Fat Midgardian Cat. If you've seen Thor, The Avengers, or Thor 2, and you like them, go check that out and you'll get hugs from all my fanfiction cats ;) But yeah I finally was like, "JUST UPDATE ALREADY!" and then I was like, "Okay fine! You don't have to be rude!" And then I was like, "Why am I talking to myself," So yeah. Happy reading! :)
(Astrid POV) Astrid and The Gang stood tied to to the wall of the sturdiest hut in the village, the gags over their mouths not doing much to stop them, well, some of them, from talking. Astrid couldn't turn her head thanks to the chains, which happened to be made out of cat toys. And she didn't want to turn her head because there was a large jingle ball tied onto her forehead, making it impossible for her to see through the impenetrable haze of CAT STUFF.
Seriously. There were cats everywhere, roaming around the plaza like they owned the place, which, right now, they basically did. They were on the roof of the hut they were tied to, which made Astrid even more wary to move because she feared one of the hyperactive felines above her would pounce on her head, and she couldn't let that happen, because that would mess up her hair, and if you happen to be the main female viking character in a franchise, and you do a hair flipping thing that makes live-action and animated boys alike squirm, you gotta keep your hair nice.
This predicament, however, was not keeping the other vikings from talking, and well, basically being very close to almost maybe being as annoying as the cats. Almost. Astrid kept hearing stuff like, "Oh, I'm hurt, I am very much hurt!," and, " I think this particular species of cat is harmless, just an annoying fur-ball," and, "How do we even know about cats anyway? I mean, we're vikings, so we just automatically know what another creature from some other country that hasn't probably been hugely domesticated yet is? Oh forget it. It makes a good chapter."
And after Astrid got over the fourth-wall-breaking aspect of the entire situation, she was interupted by the telltale roar-meow of the crazy cat lady's dragon appraching. As usual on her now routine visits, the sky darkened into deep gray, then lightening to green, always that pale, mysterious green, that swirled around, rampant on itself, chasing and teasing the gray and black shadows all around. The dragon's scream echoed again, the three large heads coming into view, the woman standing on the large dragon's back always the same, long black hair waving out in the howling wind, black mask covering her face, long, straight staff in her hand. (Astrid wondered if she made the weather that way just so she would look cool, you know with the hair-flying thing, and NO ONE was gonna steal Astrid's hair flipping thing. No way.)
The lady laughed, a harsh, almost two-voiced sound against the wind, when she saw that everything was the same as when she left the last time. The main, dragon training vikings tied against the wall, the other villagers hard working, building things such as large scratch-posts, and cat toys and such needed things. Well, everything was almost the same. The vikings that had been working suddenly hurled something at the lady and her dragon, but they missed, the object falling into the ocean with a rather anticlimactic splish.
"AAww, Come on. That was my favorite couch!" A random viking exclaimes.
(Hiccup POV) The sun rose quietly, pale creamy yellow at first, as it chased away the night's cold winds, rising untill the creamy yellow turned to pink, with the clouds, then gold, then blinding white, as it rose, chasing the darkness away, and bringing light to the shadows. Slowly, conciousness returned to the three beings asleep in the clearing. Hiccup was woken with two simultanious feline yawns.
Instantly, he snapped into a sitting position, eyes wide as he whirled around. His eyes lighted on his Cat-fury, and his body relaxed again, releived that he hadn't wandered off or fallen prey to any of the night scavengers. His eyes traveled around the clearing, searching for the Timber Jack-
A light brown tabby sat where the huge dragon had been. He lifted one of his tiny paws, looking at it with utter confusion, waving it around in the air as if he still expected to fly, then glancing at Hiccup, uttering a small, questioning mew?, then returned to looking confusedly at itself.
Hiccup just stared at the fuzzy feline for a minute, expression totaly blank, untill he suddenly started laughing, rolling on the ground (literally) as he struggled to control himself, his shoulders still shaking as he finally sat up on the ground, staring at the Tabby-Jack with a mixture of amusement and bemusement. The Timber-Cat looked at Toothless-Cat like, What the heck is with this guy? The Night-Kitty clearly shrugged.
Yeah, I know it's short, but I finaly was like, Toothless is a CAT for goodness sakes, just make it at least a little bit funny, so if my humor wasn't great, blame my CRAZY MIND THAT COMES UP WITH WEIRD IDEAS AND THEN JUST WRITES IMAGERY ALL DAY. Okay, I'm done with my rant now. If you review, you get hugs from Toothless Cat plus Tabby Jack, plus ALL OF THE CAT LADY's CATS! So review. Right now. Just type me a dang review. ;)