"Could you try maybe something like "how to train a dragon"in the role of carlione as Hiccup and Kol as Astrid I think it would be something really fun :) please do this :) :) :) :)" –Gabby B
So I wasn't able to write because school took over and we're in the midst of moving houses so that's been pretty hectic.
I watched How to Tame Your Dragon 1 & 2 for this and it was awesome.
I live in the mystical land of Mystic Falls, so named for the pretty waterfalls found in the heart of our town. It's a little bit cold, a little bit dull but what made Mystic Falls exciting were the pests. These 'pests' are more known as –
"Dragons!" I heard my mother, the tribe leader, shout as I looked out the window of our house and see a large green dragon spew fire all over town, catching unto houses and livestock.
The other Vikings were throwing axes and knives at it, trying to get it down. Another dragon, a two-headed yellow one, let out a green awful stench of a mist that caught fire when the second head breathed into it. I winced and looked away as my mom tackled one of the heads and tried to stab at one of its eyes.
The slaying of dragons is kind of what we do here in Mystic Falls. To be considered a true Viking, you had to kill your first dragon, something I was getting ready to be trained for. For now, us new recruits were given the job of putting out fires…well, the other recruits were.
I sighed dreamily as Kol Mikaelson, the best recruit out of all of us, threw water at a burning cart before walking away, the smoke behind him giving him an aura of irresistible charm. I was in love with him and he didn't know it.
But come on, I doubted he even knew I was alive except when his sister or Katherine would make fun of me again for my sheer ineptitude with dragon slaying. I was soft and weak and couldn't carry or throw an axe well. I also panicked when a dragon was near and just wanted to run away and hide.
I was not on a good start to becoming a true Viking and none worried more than my mother. You see, Liz Forbes had a real hatred for dragons ever since my father was killed by one when I was a baby. She's had a grudge against them that you could see the moment she laid eyes on one and proceeded to kick its ass. I felt sorry for any dragon that came across my mother.
And I felt sorry for her for having the worst recruit as her daughter. Future tribe leader? Me? Yeah, right.
I had a knack for creating little inventions, something I gained from my father as Sheila Bennett told me. I never felt happier than when I was tinkering with something and creating something new. The other recruits thought me weird but if it was who I was and I tried not to let the taunts get to me. Currently, I was with Alaric Saltzman, the resident blacksmith, who I was trying to show one of my designs for a dragon trap.
His grimace spoke volumes. "This is really admirable, Caroline, but it's a little-"
"A little what?"
"Aspiring?" He frowned at his own term. "It just wouldn't be what typical Vikings worked with."
"But that's the thing!" I told him excitedly. "We've been using the same methods for killing dragons for years and it's gotten us not very far at all. With the traps I make, we can kick more ass and have less fires to have to put out."
Alaric still looked skeptical.
I sighed. "Just let me try this one out and I promise I won't bother you with any more designs again."
He still looked unsure but agreed.
It was an unmitigated disaster. I aimed the device just right but the spear didn't reach the dragon, instead it narrowly missed my mom and caused the dragon to get away as a result. Everyone was angry at me, especially my mom.
"Cool new weapon, Caroline," Katherine sneered as she passed me.
"Yeah, totally useful." Rebekah joined along and I cowered underneath their mean remarks.
Kol didn't say anything as he passed me but he did not look impressed.
Picking up my invention, I ran into the woods and tried to stop my tears from falling. I threw my invention to the ground and resisted the urge to kick it. My device worked, I just needed to work on my aim and timing. It wasn't defective. I just wasn't a good shot.
I wiped at my tears and tried my best to stop the quaking in my chest. The humiliation and hurt was too much for me. I was always the failure. I was always the weirdo.
And now it was obvious for everyone to see and-
A rustling noise alerted me that there may be something in the woods with me. I crouched down and grabbed at my invention, prepared to use it on whatever was out there. I waited and tried to keep my breath as slow and quiet as possible. I waited and-
A black dragon burst through the trees. It wasn't the biggest dragon I'd ever seen but it was fast and seemed to move with near invincibility. I aimed at it with my invention and closed my eyes, hoping it would hit the target. A large thump resounded in the near quiet woods and I opened my eyes to see the dragon on the ground, the spear sticking out of one of the flaps of its tail.
I grabbed for the net around my waist and threw it at it, watching it struggle for a few horrible moments before going still, as if defeated. I crouched down and reached for the knife in my boot, prepared to kill the beast.
If I killed this dragon, I would be considered a true Viking and everyone would see my inventions did work. The taunts and doubts would end. This was my one chance. I had to kill this dragon.
But I looked down at nearly still creature, its large eyes closed and froze. Large ice blue eyes opened and I stared into them and it felt like I was staring into its soul. It appeared like it was thinking, assessing if I was going to kill it or not and I couldn't do it.
I cut the ropes around it instead and took out the spear from its tail. It got to its feet quickly, moving dangerously close to me and snarled, pointy teeth bared and I dropped my knife in shock. It backed away, eager to leave but when it tried to fly, it crashed back to the ground.
I called him 'Damon', what I was quickly thinking of as my dragon. He didn't like me at first but I should expect no less after I shot him down and caused him to lose his ability to fly after all. He didn't like it when I came near but accepted the basket full of fish I brought it every day. He seemed to be almost judging me, rolling his icy blue eyes when I tried to talk to him. It was almost sulky the way he tried to ignore me.
He would growl when I tried to touch him, his leathery skin looking so soft to touch I would draw the planes of his body in paper, coloring his skin onyx with a shine of midnight blue. I tried to befriend him, showing him I meant him no harm but he refused me. Until one day when it decided to test me.
He tore a skinny branch of a tree and drew lines on the river bank, endless swirls and jagged lines. I stared at the messy artwork before stepping on a line and caused him to growl. I took a step back and he appeared docile once more. I stepped back on the line and he growled.
I had some understanding what he wanted me to do and started following the lines of his drawing, avoiding stepping on the lines and spinning into a hazy circle until I was finally near him. He glared at me, icy blue eyes fierce and I sighed, exhausted from trying to tame him. I reached a hand out and closed my eyes, hoping he would reach back.
The first touch of his leathery skin was smooth and warm. I opened my eyes and looked into his, ice blue like the sky on the brightest day. I smiled and he seemed to smiled back.
Spending time with Damon, helped me improve with dragon training. Little things I learned as I tamed him helped greatly. Like bribing with food, the dragons preference of grass, scratching the spot on their neck that caused them to drop asleep. Everyone noticed and were admiring. It was the first time I was given positive attention by my peers and it felt awesome.
No one noticed my progress more than my mom who seemed proud of me, smiling at me whenever she saw me and complimented my growing skills.
Kol noticed too and not in a good way.
He cornered me one night after dinner and demanded who I was getting 'extra lessons' from.
"Because it wouldn't be fair for you to be getting help when we're not," He reasoned. "Who's been teaching you?"
He had me pressed against the wall, trapped there by the solidness and warmth of his body. I would be lying if I wasn't inwardly dying right then. How many times have I fantasized about this one scenario? Too many to count.
If I'd known all I needed to do for him to notice him was beat him at dragon training, I would've done it a long time ago. Maybe I wouldn't have shot down Damon again but I would've figured something out.
His face was ridiculously close to mine and I could've leaned forward and kissed him, those dark eyes of his were staring into my soul and I was melting, melting. He had such a nice mouth, all pink lips and white teeth. Even his breath smelled good.
"Answer me!" He looked frustrated, dark eyebrows furrowed. "Who's been teaching you?"
"Nobody!" I finally replied. "I've just been practicing by myself!"
"Oh, don't lie to me-"
"Caroline?"
We both turned to look at my mother who was staring at the two of us curiously. Our position looked too intimate for an interrogation and I blushed at my mom's knowing look.
"Problem?" She prompted.
Kol stepped away from me and walked away without a backwards glance. I stared at his retreating form and tried not to cry out for him to come back. That had felt too good, impromptu interrogation or not. I wanted for him to do it again.
"So…" My mom smiled at me, smugly. "I see Kol's finally noticing you."
Yes, he was. And it would not be a good thing, I would soon find out.
Kol kept trying to follow me. Every chance I could get away from every one, he would follow. It was getting harder to see Damon when I had a stalker but I managed. I created a sort-of replacement for the missing flap on Damon's tail and hopefully, with it he could fly again. He was ecstatic the first time he could get into the air with it…before crashing back down.
I could maybe even be able to fly him if things went well.
Now, if I could just lose Kol.
I stopped walking and glared at my near constant shadow. "You can stop following me now."
Not that a part of me was totally enjoying this but I had to fly Damon properly and Kol was not the audience I needed or wanted.
"Yeah as soon as you tell me who's teaching you." He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
And why did he have to wear a sleeveless tunic today? Because, hello, arms!
"As I've told you for the hundredth time, nobody!" I raised my hands in exasperation.
He cocked an eyebrow at me and glared.
I glared back. "Stop following me!"
He moved closer and as usual with his intimidation tactics, pressed me up against a tree. I resisted closing my eyes and inhaling his scent. I had a feeling if I had too much of a sniff I'd be like Damon rolling around the grass in contentment. It would be too overwhelming.
"Now," He looked impossibly closer, my lips were centimeters from his. "Tell me the truth."
"You smell fantastic." I blurted out.
He looked shocked, clearly not expecting that. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open.
I couldn't resist anymore and I kissed him. He stiffened but didn't immediately pull away. And then he proceeded to kiss the life out of me. I swore I died and reach Valhalla because real life could not be this good.
We were panting by the time we parted and his eyes were darker than ever, like pools of obsidian with hints of hazel and gold. I felt flushed and tingly all over, wanting to roll around the grass Damon-style for sure. I was right, it was overwhelming.
"Impossible girl," He breathed against my mouth. "I'm not giving up."
"Don't." I told him and kissed him again.
Kol seemed to be in the strangest position. On one hand, he kept trying to figure out who was giving me 'secret training' and getting more frustrated as I kept kicking his ass in dragon training. On the other hand, he seemed to wholeheartedly enjoy kissing me until I was a breathless ninny. He seemed conflicted half the time whether to kiss or kill me and I enjoyed every second of his dilemma.
With clandestine make-out sessions with Kol and successfully flying Damon, my life was on the upside. I was acing dragon training and my mom was proud of me.
But of course, the time for it to come crashing down came much too soon. Kol finally caught me in the midst of feeding Damon, looking alarmed at the sight of the black dragon before reaching for the sword at his belt and trying to 'save' me from Damon. This resulted in me tackling Kol to the ground before Damon deemed him a danger and tried to kill him.
"What are you doing?" Kol yelled. "There's a dragon! Run! I'll distract it!"
"It's fine!" I tried to reassure him. "He's not going to hurt anyone!"
"What are you talking about? It's a dragon!" He pushed me to the side and tried to get to Damon who growled and looked ready to bite Kol's head off.
"No, Damon! No!" I screamed and Damon backed down, retreating against the shadow of a willow tree as Kol stood perplexed, dropping his sword to the ground.
He stared at Damon before staring at me and back. He did this twice before running off.
"Kol!" I ran after him, trying to explain. "It's not what it looks like!"
"What? That you've been harboring a dragon all this time? No wonder you were getting better at training, you were practicing on a real dragon!" He ran faster. "How could I have been so fucking stupid?"
"Kol!" I tried to chase after him but he was too fast. I heard Damon flying towards me and I quickly jumped on his back, hoisting him into the air and flying towards the running Viking boy.
Kol yelped as Damon grabbed him by the tunic and flew into the sky.
Kol was hanging unto me for dear life, the other option being falling to his death. I understood his fears and tried to reassure him it was going to be okay.
"Damon's really sweet once you get to know him!"
Damon was rapidly spinning and making Kol very uncomfortable.
"Damon, stop! We need him to like us!"
Damon dropped down until we reached the sea, bouncing on the surface and getting us all wet.
"Thanks a lot, buddy! Real help you're being!"
He flew higher and past the clouds until we could see the sun encased in clouds of orange and pink. I sighed at the beautiful sight and Kol was still clinging to me, petrified. I put my hand over one of his on my waist and tried to comfort him.
"It's okay. You're safe now." I rubbed circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. "Look. Come look. It's beautiful."
Slowly but surely, he opened his eyes and gasped at the sight that was before him.
"Amazing," He breathed into my ear and I shivered.
Amazing was right.
Kol was more understanding than I could've predicted but the forced sightseeing might've helped with that. I talked to him for a while on the things I've learned about dragons these past few months and he listened intently, his view on them changing before my eyes. It was heartwarming and I couldn't help but kiss him in delight.
He pulled away, laughing. "What was that for?"
"For you being so…cool." I rolled my eyes at his snort. "Shut up and kiss me."
He acquiesced.
With Kol finding out going so well, I hadn't planned on my mom finding out as well. It happened during my final day of dragon training. I was to go against a red dragon that spewed both acid and fire. I was doing alright until I lost concentration and found myself running for my life. Kol was at the gate, trying to open It so I could get to safety but the red dragon spewed fire at it, blocking my only means of escape.
I could hear my mom trying to get to me and help me but I was too busy trying to dodge acid and fire. And then Damon came.
He flew in and threw a gust of purple of fire at the top of the gate, swooping in through the new opening and fought the red dragon, beating it easily enough.
I sighed in relief at being saved before the Vikings went after Damon, weighing him down with ropes.
"Stop!" I tried to get to Damon but Kol held me back. "He was helping me! Stop!"
"Caroline, don't." Kol tried to shut me up and make things worse but I wouldn't quit.
"Please stop!"
I saw my mother's disappointed face and lost my voice.
My mother wasn't talking to me, too disappointed and horrified with what I've done. Taming a dragon? The tribal chief's daughter? Just no way, right?
But I did turn a dragon into a pet and not treat it like a mindless killing machine. And now I was a bigger freak than ever. No one would talk to me except Kol who would approach me and look ready to say something before changing his mind and leaving. I tried not to cry at what fate Damon was in store for. They would surely kill him.
No dragon must be left alive and Damon was one. But he was my dragon, my friend and they were going to murder him.
"Caroline," Kol's touch was gently on my elbow. "Talk to me."
I looked at him with teary eyes. "They're going to slaughter him."
"I know." He grasped my elbow firmer. "I'm sorry."
"Help me save him."I reached for his hand and held it tightly. "Please."
He looked mournful. "I can't."
I stepped away from him and walked away.
The night of Damon's execution, there was a dragon attack and it was brutal. The largest dragon I'd ever seen came out of nowhere and spewed ice all over the town, the Vikings tried to go after it but it was futile. It was nothing like I'd ever seen and through the chaos around me I knew I had to get to Damon. I ran past Vikings and villagers and to the cage they kept Damon in.
He brightened when he saw me and I broke the lock of the cage with an axe.
"Hey, boy," I smiled at him, trying to get the chains off him. "It's going to be okay."
The chains were heavy though and I had a difficult time. A second pair of hands helped me get them off Damon and I looked in surprise at Kol.
"When we get married, I don't want you to hold not helping you rescue your pet against me." He said cheekily.
I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."
"I love you." He cupped my face in his hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "Don't you die saving the day, okay?"
"I promise." I leaned his forehead against mine. "And I love you too."
I parted from him and got on Damon's back. And yeah, we totally saved the day.
I live in the mystical land of Mystic Falls, so named for the pretty waterfalls found in the heart of our town. It's a little bit cold, a little bit dull but what made Mystic Falls exciting were the pets.
Kol was flying with his own dragon, a silver dragon named Niklaus. And I flew right beside him with Damon. Watching the sunset was kind of our thing. And I loved it.
These 'pets' are more known as dragons and they made life a lot better here in our town.