BOOM! BOOM!
Hela Valhalaramma Haddock was forced awake by the sound of explosions, followed by angry Viking Cries. She sighed annoyedly, throwing herself off her bed, grabbing her dagger that lay on her desk and quickly putting on her hooded fur vest, Hela swiftly moved down her stairs and towards the front door, opening it, only to slam it shut.
The reason why came seconds later, as the fourteen-year-old held the door against the fierce assault of a Monstrous Nightmares flames, the fire seeping through the cracks around the door for a few seconds before disappearing.
Opening the door once more, Hela rushed into the Viking-crazed chaos, weaving in and out amongst the running Vikings who were cursing the dragons as if they understood their language.
Chaos had been a normal thing for Hela, or for any Viking that has lived in the village. It had been the norm since the Viking's ancestors had first sailed here, 300 years ago, creating the Hooligan tribe and the village of Berk.
The reason for the Chaos; Dragons.
While most places had little pests, Berk had big massive pests. Fire breathing pests. They've been here for all the seven generations that the village had been here, raiding and destroying the village. Therefore every single building is new.
Why they hadn't left for somewhere less harsh, Hela will never know, but Vikings had stubbornness issues, so that would probably explain why.
And she would think that she was stubbornest of them all. Hela was a short girl, with gorgeous forest green eyes, a small button nose, pouty lip, and beautiful rich auburn hair free flowing to her waist, and though not much developed yet, a figure most girls would kill for, with a modest chest. She wore a green tunic with a hooded fur vest, black leggings and fur boots.
Sprinting through the village, Hela had to keep her amusement in check watching two men warm their backsides up with their house that was currently on fire.
Her focus was taken back, however, when a large shouting object came shooting towards her from above.
"AAAAAGGGHHH! Mornin'!" Was the answer she received when said object landed on her. A large burly thing wielding an axe and breath smelling of mead, it was obvious it was a Viking. Hela quickly jumped to her feet and took off once more, however, other's obviously disagreed with that action and quickly began shouting things at as she ran past.
"What are you doing here?"
"Get inside!"
"What are you doing out?"
"Get back inside!"
Those were just a few of the things that were shouted her way. Hela sighed annoyedly. It had been over 2 years since she last did anything disastrous but that did little to dissuade Vikings. She had been trying to prove herself to her father, to show him that she could kill dragons but every time she tried, something it went wrong.
Between this and the fact she couldn't even wield any weapons nor had any practise, though the information was 2 years out of date, had granted her the title of 'Hela the Useless', It had been granted to her by her bullies Dogsbreath and his lackies, Warlout, a distant cousin of hers, and Bluck, who had like to tease her since she was kid, though it had slowed a lot in recent years after she knocked out Warlout.
Distracted in these thoughts, she never saw a Deadly Nadder streak downwards, burning the pathway in front of Hela, who had to force herself to stop, almost falling into the fire.
A big hand quickly grasped her by the scruff of her neck before she could fall into the burning pathway.
"Hela!? What is she doing out here again...?" A Large, towering, muscular man wearing a bear fur cloak, asking around the surrounding people. Then turned to her. "What are you doing out? Get inside!" The man says, letting her go as she runs towards her destination.
"I'm trying to get to the forge, so if you would stop interrupting.." Hela yelled back.
That was Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe and also Hela's Father, making her the Heir of Berk. Stoick was said to have popped a Nadder's heard clean off its shoulders when he was a baby.
Does Hela believe this rumour? Absolutely.
Stoick quickly turns his attention to a Nadder trying to fly away with a sheep, grabbing an over turned cart and throwing it towards the Nadder, smashing into it, causing it to drop the sheep.
"What have we got?" Stoick asks his second in command, Spitelout, his brother.
"Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, oh and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." Replies Spitelout.
"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asks.
"None so far." Spitelout says.
"Good." Stoick says, a grim smile on his face
Hela runs through the main village courtyard, avoiding dragons as stray shot flew by everywhere before reaching her destination. The Forge.
"Nice of you to join the party, thought you'd been carried off." A blue eyed, blonde haired, large muscular Viking with a large braided moustache, missing his left hand and right foot comments. He stopped hammering the sword her had to give her a dry smile.
"Who, me? Come on, I'm way to muscular for their tastes." Hela replies, putting on an apron then turning to lift one of the mans' prosthetics into one of the slots on the wall, "They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Pulling a flex to show off her imaginary muscles.
"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" The man jokes, changing his prosthetic hand.
The meathead with inter-changeable hands and an attitude was Gobber, she was his apprentice in blacksmithing and he was her honorary Uncle and the person pretty much raised her since she was 7 and starting in the forge, as her father was never around.
Hela ran over to the window where some Vikings were starting to gather, depositing their broken weapons. She grabbed the pile of broken weapons and put them over the burning coal to be heated and remade. Side-stepping towards the bellows, She pushed down, heating the coals.
Her gaze flickers up as a Dragon dives by, and watch as it breathes white hot fire onto a house. It goes up in flames with a heavy explosion.
"FIRE!" A random Viking quickly shouts.
"Alright guys, Let's Go!" A male voice commands. Our fire patrol; a bunch of teens ranging form 14 to 15 that never got along.
Fishlegs Ingerman, a large boy with a big amount of blonde hair under his small helmet. He was quite nerdy and very gentle. A massive contrast between his Viking like appearance. Snotlout Jorgenson is your typical average Viking; strong, stupid, prideful and everything in between. Oh, and he was extremely full of himself. He teased her sometimes, with a few insults every now and then, but she was never bothered. He wore his tunic into his pants and had a black vest over it, dark pants, arm braces and a helmet with horns in the shape of a rams horns. He hands a bucket towards a thin blonde Viking, who threw it towards his look-alike.
Tuffnut, one half of the Thorston twins, He was a self-proclaimed follower of Loki and loved to prank people. He wore a dark animal vest with a light green tunic underneath, dark pants, cloth arm braces and a helmet with two sets of different length horns. Ruffnut, the other half of the Thorston twins. Another self proclaimed follower of Loki and lover of pranks. She wore a light brown animal skin vest, and a dark blue tunic underneath. She wears a metal belt around her waist, keeping up her her brown skirt up, wearing dark legging underneath. Her helmet was like Tuffs, just a little thinner.
Lastly was Asher Hofferson. He was tall and lean, muscles toning his arms. Blond hair, blue eyes. he wore a blue sleeveless tunic, dark blue pants, with skull emblazoned metal shoulder guards and belt.
Hela used to have a bit of (massive) crush on him but he become so obsessed with fighting ever since his Uncle Finn died against the Flightmare, that all personality seemed sucked away.
Hela watches the teens go by as they rush to get more water to put out the fires. She used to think their jobs were so much cooler but she enjoyed her place in the forge, it was her creative area. She might've stopped destroying the village with her creations causing the damage, but now that she didn't care about what everyone else thought, she took proper care when creating, such as creating the Mangler, though it needed a few tweaks still.
Just then Hela felt her self being picked up by the collar. It was Gobber. He spun her around to focus on the weapons.
"Not planning on joinin' them are ya? Thought you didn't wan' their jobs?" Asked Gobber, who was well aware of how much she loved the forge.
Hela raised an eyebrow. "Where'd you get that idea." She asked casually. "You know I love my job at the forge, just a little more than learning to heal people with grandmother Gothi."
Gobber grinned. "Good, cause I wanted to ask what's with that thing?" He asks, gesturing towards Hela's latest invention.
"Oh that? That,s just the Mangler. I'm still not quite ready to be using my sword in combat, and I'm still new to my bow so I thought I would create something that could help me catch some dear and boars." Hela replied, turning her attention back to the axe she was sharpening.
"Huh, smart. Though couldn't ya use it to take out Dragons?" Gobber inquired picking up a mace with broken shaft.
"Yes, but I'm not going to." Hela said.
"Eh? But why not? I know how much better your inventions have gotten, it can't be cause it wouldn't stand up to one." Gobber said confused while replacing the shaft of the mace
Hela placed the axe back down at the window, a Viking quickly grabbing the weapon, changing away with a war cry. She picked up a sword and started sharpening it.
"Cause, one, no one would believe me, two, I'm not bothered about taking down or killing a Dragon." Hela said back with a frown.
"But Dragon-killing is everything around here, Hela, it would help the Village accept you." Gobber said, trying to convince her.
"Its not me, Gobber, and I'm not bothered by the Village, not anymore." Hela answered softly.
Gobber's reason for me to kill a Dragon is understandable, because killing Dragons is every-thing around here. It would be one of the few ways the tribe would accept me.
A Nadder head is sure to at least get me noticed. Gronkles are tough, taking down one of those would definitely get me a boyfriend, or girlfriend, I wouldn't be bothered either way. The Zippleback, exotic; Two heads, twice the status. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmares. Only the best Vikings go after those, Vikings like my father and Gobber. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire...
But the Ultimate Prize is the Dragon no one has ever seen, The Most powerful Dragon in the Archipelago, we call it the...
"NIGHT FURY"
"GET DOWN"
Hela's head snapped up at the sound of the sky screaming. The high pitch whistle. The sound of the Night Fury. She looked out of the window and watched as a blue bolt struck the tower where the catapult was at high speeds, sending debris everywhere, with Vikings evacuating the tower as quickly as possible.
This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...
Hela leaned out the window hearing another the high pitch whistle build up once more and within seconds, another blue bolt struck the base of the tower, destroying and collapsing it immediately.
...Never misses
The fire's where the tower used to be, burned blue for a few moments before cooling back to red. Hela had always been fascinated by the Night Fury. High speeds, blue fire, and lots of strength, from that one time she had seen a Nightmare being carried by something so dark it had blended into the night.
And though she had never seen it, she felt like she could relate to it a little. It seemed different and alone from other dragons, just like she was with Vikings.
No one has ever killed a Night Fury, and I doubt anyone ever will.
"Man the fort, Hela!" Called Gobber, changing his hammer to his axe. "They need me out there!"
"'Kay, try not to become a dragon's chew toy again." Hela said back with a cheeky grin.
"Oh, you shut up." Gobber said with a roll of his eyes leaving the forge.
Hela smirked, getting back to repair the pile of weapons. However, while she was distracted repairing the weapons, a small teen snuck into the forge, who had been listening in for a bit. Sneaking towards the back, he quickly grabbed the mangler and sprinted out, Hela quickly noticing.
"GUSTAV! GET BACK HERE!" Hela shouted angrily towards him, however in her distracted state, she placed on hand on the sharp side of the axe, slicing her right hand, leaving a small gash, blood coming from it, though she quickly grabbed some bandages from the medical box in the forge, on the way out, bandaging her hand as she was running.
"No can do, I've got Dragons to kill!" The small teen yelled back, revealed to be a young boy of about 12. He was Gustav Larson, a small teen, with a pale dirtied green tunic, a dark brown vest, and dark trousers. He was running towards the cliffs to try and shoot down an airborne Dragon.
Hela was trying to reach him to chew him a new one but a crowd of Vikings carrying some sheep where running towards the Great Hall to protect them. Again they started shouting things at her.
"What are you doin'!"
"Get back inside!"
She ignored them though trying to get to Gustav who setting up the mangler on a cliff, aiming towards the sky. She wasn't too far from him, when she realised he had company. A Monstrous Nightmare was climbing the cliff Gustav was on, who quickly realised what was in front of him and fired the Mangler, the bola's flying towards the Dragon, eyes wide in anticipation.
However...
The Nightmare just burned the bola's, and snapped at the machine which fired another bola, randomly into the sky. It then turned its attention towards Gustav who eye's were now wide in fear.
Hela, on the other hand, heard a loud screech. The Night fury. But it was rapidly fading, towards the forest? That wasn't right. She looked up and noticed a shadow blocking the stars falling towards the forest, Raven point, a place she often liked to go. Then she realised what happened.
The Night Fury had been hit.
There was no cheering Vikings though, all were too focused on the dragons in the village, which meant that it definitely wasn't them. Never mind they wouldn't be able to hit something that fast with hand held bola's. Which meant that the Mangler's second shot had hit it.
Hela's attention, however, was diverted away from the falling Night Fury, when Gustav let out a loud scream. The Nightmare had started chasing him and was shooting fire, missing Gustav by inches.
"Moron." Hela muttered, still angry with the boy.
Knowing Gustav wouldn't be able to keep that up for long, she took out her dagger and threw it towards the Nightmare, hitting it on the side of the head, but no damage of any kind, which was to be expected, though it worked, drawing its attention to her.
"HEY, Follow me instead!" Hela shouted at the Nightmare, quickly sprinting away already. It followed quickly, leaving Gustav alone in street.
She quickly sprinted towards the village, and screamed, catching her father's attention. Stoick noticed his daughter in trouble, and ran towards her, shouting behind, "Do not let them escape!" Pointing at the Nadders that he and some other Vikings had taken down.
Hela raced through village dodging the sticky fire of the Monstrous Nightmare, and then hid behind one of the big torches that were used to see dragons in the air. Fire erupted on either side of the torch, Hela trying to make herself as small as possible, to not be hit with the flames.
She breathed heavily for a moment and went to go check where the Nightmare was, checking around the left side of the torch, only to feel the Nightmares breathe on her back.
"Of course, it would be behind me." She deadpanned.
The Nightmare was about snap at her, only for her father to jumped in the way and knock the Dragon away. The Nightmare tried to shoot at Stoick but it had ran out of fire.
"Your all out." He told the dragon, rushing forward and punching it a few times before it decided to fly away.
Hela sighed in relief, glad that was over. She looked around to see her father walking up to her angrily but ignored him for now, and looked towards where Gustav entered the village, glaring at him, watching him cringe when he noticed.
Her focus shifted from him to the giant torch, hearing it start to creak and watching as it fell, the still on fire bit at the top rolling through the village a little, before falling down a cliff, now only hearing break some things.
"Oh Thor.." Hela said, watching the now free Nadders taking some of last exposed life-stock. Turning towards her father, she gave a quick, "Thanks Dad." Before turning on the spot about to head back to the forge, knowing what would happen if she stayed.
Only for her father to grab her by her hood and start dragging her along with him, "Why are you outside? I told you to get back in." Stoick asked, still angry.
"Because of my job in the forge, you know, the one you gave me?" Hela said a little coldly back, glaring up at him through dark long eyelashes. Stoick just gripped a little harder, not liking the sass.
"Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see I have bigger problems than to clean up after you? Winter is a few months away and I have to start stock piling food, to feed the village." Stoick says to his daughter.
"Hey, I wouldn't have had to get a Nightmare to chase me if it wasn't for Gustav stealing my contraption, one that wasn't ready yet, deciding to try and capture a Dragon and almost dying. And between you and me, don't you think the village needs a little less feeding?" She replied, voice getting colder when talking about Gustav before shifting to an amused tone.
"This isn't a joke, Hela! Why can't you follow the simplest of orders?" Stoick asks. "And don't you start making things up and blaming others! That was your fault."
"Because I wasn't going to let a child die, even if i am angry at him, and don't you dare call me liar, I've always told the truth, even when things went wrong, you know that." Hela coldly replied, face glaring at Stoick.
"Ugh! I can't be bothered to deal with this right now, get back to the house." He ordered. "Gobber, make sure she gets there, I've got her mess to clean up."
Hela glared at Stoick the entire time, before getting a nudge to move forward from Gobber. She started walking faster, taking a different route to go collect her dagger, before passing the fire brigade. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were grinning, obviously pleased by the destruction.
"Quite the performance." commented Ruffnut, still grinning.
"Yeah, I've never seen someone mess up that badly." Snotlout said, sneering a little.
"Thanks for the compliments" Hela said sarcastically, and at the same time flipping her cousin off. If Ruffnut was said it, then it was a compliment as she loves destruction, same as her brother.
She briefly glanced at Asher and Fishlegs. Fishlegs was looking away and Asher just looked at her in pity. Though it was interrupted by Snotlouts yelp. Guessing correctly that Gobber just shoved Snotlouts helmet into his face, Hela smiled gratefully at her Uncle.
They walked further, starting up the hill towards her house and Hela just wanted to rant.
"He's such an ass and a terrible father." She started.
"Hela, I understand what ya feeling, but he really does love you..." Gobber trailed off as even though he may know that, Stoick never really proved it..
"No, he really doesn't. Everything I pretty much learned was from you, Gothi, and my own self-study. He only tries his best for the village but not for me. Heck, everyone else was taught by their parents and friends to fight, but he didn't even try with me, he just expected it. He's disappointed that I'm a girl and never listens, and when he does, he's always got this disappointed scowl on his face like someone skimmed the meat on his sandwich." She says frustrated, gesturing wildly.
Hela then steps up onto the wooden porch, turns around and lifts up her hands, while lowering her voice, "'Excuse me, Barmaid, I'm afraid you've bought me the wrong offspring. I wanted an extra large boy with beefy arms and extra guts and glory on the side. This, this here is a girl and a walking fishbone." Letting as much bitterness as possible into her tone. She sighs heavily and brushes some of her hair out the way.
"Nah, you're thinking about it all wrong." Gobber started. Hela raised an eyebrow. How could she have gotten it wrong? There wasn't much to be wrong about. "It's not the outside he can't stand; it's inside that he can't."
"So he hates that I'm me, Greeaatt.." Hela said sarcastically, turning towards her door.
She opens it but turns to face Gobber again, "Thank you for raising me, Gobber, you and grandmother (Gothi, for those who may have missed it) are the only ones who ever tried to help me."
Gobber smiles, "I'm glad I could help you become the amazing lass you are."
Hela smiles back, walking into her house. It was nothing grand, a fire pit in the middle, a chair nearby and a bed in the corner with a backdoor at the back wall. There were some stairs to the side that lead up to her room. However, none of that caught her attention, as she thought back to the falling Night Fury. Chances are it was still in the bola's, but she didn't want to kill it. Actually she didn't really know what to do to it. She just wanted to find it.
So she grabbed a new bandage for her hand and some spares, her notebook and her charcoal pencil from her room, which had a bed, a desk opposite her bed, a wardrobe on the far wall, and a skylight window above her bed. She drew a quick outline of Berk, before running back downstairs, and out the back door into the forest. One of her favourite places on Berk.
It rarely had people go deep into it, where she liked to go, so there was no judgement, no punishment, no anything. Just herself.
Hela went straight to Raven point and started searching, though even after 2 hours she found nothing. She was started to get frustrated, kicking rocks. But nothing. And now she had change the bandage on her hand again.
"UGH!" She yelled out, scribbling out the Berk map.
"Some people lose a mug or a knife, I manage to lose an entire Dragon." She said to herself, frustration coming over once more as she smacked a branch, which turned out to be a bad idea as the branch swung back, whacking her in the face. She yelped and stepped back.
Then she saw it.
The tree she hit had been broken, split down the trunk and hanging over a trench? It had been recent with how new the soil looked. Her eyes followed the trail, as it goes over a hilly ledge. She slowly slid down the trail , anxiety rising, before walking up as quietly as possible towards the hilly ledge.
Hela peeped over the side and ducked back down. There was something there. It was big, pitch black with wings. She peeped over the side again, taking note that it was the Night Fury. It was still wrapped in bola's, giving her some confidence to move towards the The Most Powerful Dragon in the archipelago.
It was smaller than most Dragons, but its entire body just screamed 'Predator'. It was sleek and lean, extremely aerodynamic, but had a powerful sort of build, maximising speed and strength. It had pitch black scales, and large ear flaps around its head, and a long tail, where it had two sets of fins. One small one to keep balance in the air and its actual tail fin.
However, she noticed as she came closer to the Night Fury, that where its left tail fin was supposed to be, it had been ripped clean off, there was nothing there anymore, and was bleeding quite a lot.
Then its eyes opened. Toxic green staring straight at her, narrowed with aggression and...fear?
Hela knew she should kill it, it was a Dragon. The enemy. One less extremely powerful to raid them. It would be the Viking way to kill it.
However...
She'd never been good with the Viking way. She wasn't bothered about killing dragons. Especially defenceless one.
The Dragon looked at her with intelligent eyes. Too intelligent to be a mindless beast. It had already begun to think its life was at an end, that it would die. There was so much fear, it reminded her of herself a few years ago.
"Hey." Hela said softly, but so very afraid inside. "I'm not going to hurt you."
The Night Fury didn't believe that, growling at her. It scared her enough to take a step back.
"I promise, that I'm here to help, I don't want to hurt you." She fearfully said.
The Night Fury just kept growling, though its eyes were locked to her hooded fur vest. She moved her hand towards it, but froze at the sound of the Night Fury growling even louder. She thought of what was inside her vest. Her dagger.
She moved her hand inside of her vest, trying to ignore the Night Fury's increasingly loud and aggressive growling, quickly grabbing her dagger and throwing it away immediately, noticing the Dragon's extremely thin, hostile slits that were its eyes.
Thankfully, the action seemed to work and the Night Fury calmed down noticeably.
"See, I just want to help you, I may have not fired the shot, but it was still my creation that did this to you." Hela whispered to the Dragon, who's eyes started slitting at the mention of how he was able to have been shot down.
"I'm sorry, it was just a boy that stole my creation and didn't know what he was doing, but I promise I do want to help you." She continued whispering, which has stopped the Dragon from becoming hostile once more.
"Thank you." Hela said, sighing in relief. "First thing is, are you male-"
The Night Fury warbled loudly
"Ok, male, thanks." She says to him. "Next, we have to get you out of these bola's. Do I gave your permission to use my dagger to cut the bola's off you?"
She was amazed at how intelligent the Night Fury was, he was easily following her along in the conversation, understanding every word. He growled a little at the thought of the dagger but slowly nodded as much as it could.
Glad for the permission, she moved towards the direction she threw her dagger, retrieving it and keeping it in the sight line of the Night Fury, who kept growling the closer she got with the Dagger.
"Can I cut the ropes? Though you have to promise you won't harm me in anyway?" Hela asked scared, receiving a nod and a growl in response.
She cut through the ropes after slicing them for few seconds, freeing the Night Fury, and stepping back, trying to get some space between her and the Night Fury. He stretched and rolled a few legs, while keeping an eye on her but made no aggressive movements. Though it's eyes were cold.
"Okay, glad you haven't killed me." She muttered towards the Night Fury. "But we are going to have to address your tail." That's when the Night Fury froze.
He looked at his tail, finding only one fin. He warbled mournfully, before addressing the cut and licking his tail wound.
"We're going to have to clean your tail wou-" Hela had started but was interrupted by the Night Fury's growl, freezing her on the spot as she looked at him, before he started doing a slow and deliberate movement of licking his tail.
She moved forward, wary of the Night Fury still, but wanting to see why he was being deliberately slow with licking his tail, and looked towards the bleeding wound. The area around the wound, where blood has spilled, was clean and the extremely light cuts were already healed with several still quite light ones visibly healing.
"Wait what? That's not possible! You can't just lick it and be healed." She said confused. The Night Fury rolled its eyes at her. So she started to look closer. "Clear substance? Your saliva, of course! Your saliva has healing properties. That's interesting. I've never heard of a Dragon being able to do that."
Hela was about to continue talking when she noticed that the main wound was still bleeding a bit.
"We're going to have to bandage your tail for a bit to stem the bleeding while it heals. I know it'll heal quick, but it's going to take time and you'll lose some more blood." She said, watching the Night Fury's reaction.
He looked at his wound for a moment, watching some blood slowly ooze out, no where near a dangerous amount, but still annoying. He turned back towards Hela, who was taking out some bandages.
"I'm going to wrap these bandages around your tail, is that okay?" She asked. The Night Fury slowly, and reluctantly, nodded his permission. Hela slowly walked to the Night fury's tail, but was stopped when she noticed he was staring at her right hand.
"Yeah, I have my own wound too, sliced it on a sword in the forge." She said, looking towards the Night Fury. She froze when he lifted a leg, and tensed his claws, making a light slash where the bandage on her hand.
"Uhhhh, Wh-what are you doing?" She inquired fearfully. The Night fury ignored her and opened its mouth to let his tongue out before giving her right hand a few light licks.
"Oh, Thank you." She said gratefully, looking at the Night Fury. She moved forward once more towards his tail. She knelt down and gently touched the tail, getting a flinch, more from not used to being touch but nothing more. She gently touched the wound, double checking it was okay.
However, as she looked at the other end of the wound, a small stream of the Night Fury's blood, seeped into her right hand, exactly where her wound was. It took her a few moments to realise what was happening, quickly pulling her hand away.
"Uhhh, what?" She said, checking her hand over and over, making sure it was alright. When she looked towards the wound, there was only a few droplets of the Night Fury's blood.
"Okay, Okay, you're alright, Hela." She said to herself, calming her self, noticing that the Night Fury was also staring at her hand. "I'm good, I think? Your blood won't do anything, right?"
He just shrugged at her.
"Helpful."
She then started wrapping the wound on the tail, taking care to make sure it would stay on.
"I'm done." She got off the floor, meeting the Night Fury's gaze. He looked at her, eyes cold and staring at her, but surprised her when he lowered his head for a moment, before rushing off further into the forest, trying to fly but kept crashing into rocks.
Hela stared after him. She was utterly fascinated. She had always been told that Dragons 'always go for the kill'. But the Night Fury didn't. She wanted to know more.
She started heading back to the forge, wanting to avoid her house. However her right hand started burning and she was starting to feel faint.
That's when it went black.