Baldy punched the punching bag eight times with his right arm and eight times with his left, then repeated.
He couldn't believe Toothless had skipped training again! What was it now? Two weeks?
Ugh, his little brother was so immature.
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Toothless was halfway finished programming Claus. He was also side-assembling Katrina, a fight-robot.
He was at the torso currently. Screwing in the bolts.
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Hiccup was not playing paddle-ball. He was absolutely not, because that would mean he was procrastinating again and trying to avoid his three page essay on Mahatma Ghandi and not doing his chemistry or language homework.
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Toothless took a shower, headed to the room where Hiccup was already asleep, and crawled into his bed, turning off the lights. He needed to program a chip for Katrina as well, but hers would be easier to do so, Claus's was just so-so hard.
He fell asleep.
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A shattering awoke him, when he looked around he was swimming in pools of bright, bright red. It was hot. Too hot. He saw a pair of eyes in the distance. Surrounding him, entrapping him. Suddenly he was falling through air and was landing, crumpled up, in an arena. He was fighting someone, a figure he couldn't see. He sent lightning bolts at them and, not putting up much of a fight, they died. He walked over to them, wanting to know who wanted him dead. He opened their eyes and stared straight back into his own.
He woke up in a cold sweat, panting fumbling. He threw off the covers, changed his shirt and top and ran.
He ran and ran and he had no idea where he was going yet at the same time he knew where he was going as well, knew the corridors leading to this place like the back of his hand.
He knocked, heavy and repeatedly on the door. His brother answered, his tousled hair and sleepily confused face blinking as it tried to adjust to the light of the room he was in.
Toothless launched himself at his brother, crying. Baldy blinked, hugging back. It was an awkward hug, but pretty soon he got the hang of it. Yeah, just, uh, pat slowly there, rub a circle on his back here and… shit, was he supposed to say something.
"Ssh," he tried. The crying increased. He tried again.
"There, there," he patted. Toothless was still crying.
"It's OK," that was his last card, if Toothless kept crying he'd just have to deal with it until it stopped.
His roommate blinked and sat up in his bed. Oh great, people were staring.
"We'll be back," he nodded at him, closing the door and walking Toothless to their lair.
He couldn't really understand what his brother was saying, something about ''m so sorry,' and 'don't die' and also 'so hot'.
The last one confused him a little. This was Berk, it didn't get hot.
He took Toothless down to his lab. Nobody, not one(except Carly) had ever been down there but him. He put his brother down on a couch and swaddled his shaking form up in a blanket and brought him some tea.
After Toothless stopped shaking a little, he stared up at his brother. Baldy sat down next to him and gave him a hug.
"Its OK," he said, "I wont die. Also, it's Berk, it can't be hot," he joked.
Toothless didn't seem to find it amusing.
"Why would you do this?" Toothless asked, "Why?"
"Because Meathead wanted it," said Baldy, "Cape ceremonies have been in a decline ever since- ever since Skrill," he said carefully, not wanting to upset his younger brother again, "It needed to be done," he said, but Toothless blinked. That sounded… wrong…
It was just weird and a lot for him to handle and basically he ended up falling asleep there and then.
Baldy sighed. He was not looking forward to Toothless waking up.
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:)))))))) I'm sorry, it's only been like two chapters for us but for them it's been like a week/two. They needed to make up :)
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P