Three Suns Later...
Shōta walks down the stone-steps. His steps echoing off the stone-walls and hallway.
...He doesn't know why he's here.
He continues to walk down the hallway. In his hand, a small-loaf of bread.
From afar, two vikings, each holding spears, stood on both side of the metal-bar door. When they saw him, both stood up straight and nodded their heads to him.
"Aizawa." One of them greeted.
Shōta nodded to the one to the left, before turning back to what was within the small room, on the other side of the bar-cage door.
It was almost bare. Only a small pile of hay with an old woolen blanket on top of it, and a bucket is all that's in the room.
...
...In the back corner of the room, within the shadow, he can barely see the body of their 'guest'. Curled up in a ball, covered within her hooded-cape.
Almost making her look like a very small version of the Night Fury.
He let out a tiring sigh at the sight of her in her little corner, in the same spot he last saw her in.
And, to further prove that she hadn't moved, the cold, stale, piece of chicken on top of a wooden-bowl that he gave her last night sat where he placed it.
Indicating that she hadn't eaten... Making it three days without food, since her capture.
Shōta let out a disapproving sigh, drawing the attention of the two guards to see what he's staring at.
"If she refuses to eat, we'll have to hold her down and force-feed her." One stated, though not sounding that much concern for her health. "Though, after she nearly attacked Chiyo, when trying to treat her neck-wound, I'd say starving her to make her weak, is the best choice of action to do, before she should eat."
Aizawa glared angrily at the one who just suggested at letting the girl starve, but didn't say anything, as he yanked the metal-key from the guard to his left and opened the door to let himself in.
'Even if she isn't a Berkian and is allies with dragons, she's still a child. How dare they suggest on letting a child to starve?' He thought, as he slowly walked over to the girl.
She knows he's in the room with her. And still, she makes no move to even look up and see him.
Either her energy draining from her to make her too tired to even move a finger, or being stubborn to not face one of her captors, Shōta doesn't know.
He got down on one knee, being close to her level as possible.
"Hey," he said. "You haven't eaten the food we left out for you. That's perfectly good waste on food, you know? -He then extended his right-hand out, holding out the small-loaf of bread.- Fortunately for you, I brought you new food, fresh-made."
The girl, finally, lifted her head up a bit, sniffing the air when she detected a new scent, and saw the bread held out to her.
...
...
...Unfortunately for Aizawa, the girl turned her head away from him and laid it back down on the ground, letting out a tiring sigh.
This made Shōta worried, and irritated.
"You seriously going to starve yourself to death?" He asked, standing back up to his full-height. "Why? Why won't you accept what we're offering to you, and eat? You're clearly hungry, and you're getting weaker."
As if to prove his point, her stomach chose the time to growl.
When it finished growling, the girl sit up from her spot and, on all-fours, slowly made her way to the pile of hay and blanket, walked around in a circle before curling herself on top of the old-quilt.
The thirty-one year-old clenched tightly to the bread, breaking the food and forcing crumbs to land on the ground.
Again, he went up to the girl and kneeled down to her level.
"You can't not eat, forever." He continued, placing the damaged loaf next to the hay she laid on top of. "And you need to stop attacking Chiyo, when she comes in to try and help your neck-wound. It's going to get infected, if you don't let her treat it."
The girl didn't so much as flinched, let alone lift her head up. Once again, his words did little to nothing to gain her attention to even care what he's saying to her.
...
...Shōta let out a tiring sigh, once again getting back to his feet.
"I'll be back at dawn, to check up on you." He informed her, as he turned to head for the door.
Just as he reached for the door, an echoing cry of a dragon let loose within the air.
"Aaaaaaaaoooooooooouuuuuuu!"
To the sound of the dragon, the girl lifted her head up, sitting up from where she laid, slightly gasping.
As if gaining a sudden burst of energy, she went for the back of the wall, where a high barred-hole showed the outside of her prison. She laid both her bared-hands against the wall, as she struggled to stand on her feet.
Aizawa watches, as the girl let out chocked up chirps and cooing sounds, raspy and sore from her crying for the Night Fury for a full day and night, since they were separated.
"Huu- *Cough* *Cough* Urrah! Haa-...! C-aah! Haauw!"
She jumps, reaching to grab for the slightly raised barred-up hole to lift herself and look out the window. To where she can see the cage of the Death Arena.
Where they have her Dragon-Father, imprisoned with some of their captured dragons. Kept in a cage, like she, herself, is in.
Her bare feet slipped against the wall, her fingers grazed the bar and, without the aid of her clawed-gloves to get a proper grip and the cold setting in her hands and feet, collapsed to the ground, landing on her side.
Aizawa continues to watch as the girl frantically struggles to her hands and feet, letting out more forced out barks and coos as loud as she could.
To him, it was like watching a child trying to get back to their parent, while being locked up and kept far away, to slowly die from isolation and starvation... And, if he was honest, it was very painful to watch.
"Haaw!" She hissed out, curled up on the ground and leaning against the cold stone... Her shoulders shook, as she buried her face within her hooded-cape.
Shōta let out a sigh, his hand on the bar of the door.
"You should eat, if you want to keep up your strength." He told her, as he pushed the door open. "If not for yourself, then at least for your dragon."
He left the room and closed the door behind him. He took a step towards the hallway.
...
...
Thump!
Something hit him in the back.
The two guards were surprised by the throw. Even Aizawa was taken back when he saw it was the loaf of bread that hit him. And when he turned to the cell, he saw it was the girl who threw it.
She gave him a dark, angry sneer. Hunched on the ground, trembling and panting rapidly.
'I didn't hear her make a sound,' the adult thought. 'She can barely keep standing, but is able to not make a noise, despite her weakened state. Did the Night Fury taught her to do this?'
"Hurrrr..." She growled, hands clenched tightly into fists against the ground.
Then, seeing the cold chicken still on the ground, she launched towards it and, plate and all, tossed it through the bar and hit the wall when the guards and Aizawa ducked.
"Hey, quit that!" One of the guards yelled, slamming his spear against the door.
"Ungrateful bitch!" The other called out, being the one who suggested that she should starve. "You dare toss away our kindness, after we spare you and your dragon?! If not for Freya, you'd already be dead!"
Just before Shōta could shout at the guard, something unexpected happened.
...
...She forced out a word!
"Moe-...Stauh!" She screeched, voice hoarse and slightly cracked.
But, as she slams both her hands against the ground and ran to the door to slam her body against the door, startling the three adults to back away, she continues to speak that one word.
"Moe-Stauh! Moe...! Stauh...!" She roared, slamming her body against the barred-door.
Aizawa's eyes were wide, realizing what she's saying.
Monster.
...
...She was calling them, monsters.
They've been trying to get her to talk, despite having an injury to her neck so close to her throat, and now that she's finally saying something, it was very heartening and sharp, like a Deadly Nadder's shooting its Spine Shot from its tail and piercing through the armor.
After the seventh time she shouted "Moe-Stauh!" and slamming her body against the barred-door the ninth time, she slowly stalked back to the pile of hay and blanket. Her sharp gaze remained on the three vikings, baring her teeth at them, as she circled around her sleeping area and laid down like an animal.
...A dragon, no doubt.
She kept glaring at them, growling lowly from time to time, as she slowly began to fall back into slumber. When she fell asleep, Aizawa let out a deep sigh.
He turned to the two guards.
"Keep an eye on her. If something happens to her health, send a raven." He told them.
The two guards nodded their heads to his orders.
Before he left... He grabbed for the first viking and twisted his arm behind his back, pinning him to the wall.
"Ah! What the fuck?!" He yelled, wincing in pain.
The second viking was a bit nervous at Aizawa pinning his friend, as if he was one of the Outcasts from Outcast Island.
"What you said, earlier, that she should starve, for almost attacking Chiyo, is shameful and disrespectful towards our gods." He stated, using his left-hand to slam the viking's head against the wall, protected by his helmet.
"She's a Hiccup, Aizawa! So what if Freya came and 'blessed' her?! Hiccups are weak, mistakes, and she threw her lot with those beast!" The viking hissed, fighting to lift his head to stare at the raven-haired viking. "That makes her a mistake, a curse! Just as much as the Unholy Offspring!"
That ended up having his face slammed against the wall, again. This time, the force was strong enough to leave a dent to his helmet.
"My wife was a Hiccup." Shōta snarled out. "My sister is a Hiccup. Hel, Mirai, the Chief's own Shield-Brother, is a Hiccup and had proven to be a great warrior. Both my wife and sister were weak in combat, but both aided Higari, another Hiccup, on upgrading his Forge to keep the fire going longer and lessen the resources on making weapons. And, if not for their intelligence, we wouldn't had been able to make bread, quicker, by making a Grain Mill."
The viking yelped from the tightening hold on his arm, beginning to lose feeling to his right.
"Don't forget, the chief completely abolished the tradition of banning Hiccups the day he and the Katsuki Tribe burnt his own wife's ship... The same day I set fire to my wife's ship, when sending them off to Valhalla." Shōta hissed out, before shoving him to the ground and standing over him. "And with how there's very few of us, barely being over a hundred of us left, any child born within Berk should be considered a sacred blessing from Frigga, herself. Unless you want to taunt Freya and suffer the consequences, for wanting to harm her chosen? Or, even get on Odin's bad side, for calling a blessing from his own wife, a mistake?"
The viking on the floor rubbed his injured arm, slowly gaining feeling to his hand, and glared up at one of the chief's Shield-Brother. But, didn't say anything. Knowing he speaks the truth, and sees its best to not taunt him, any further.
Seeing that he wasn't going to argue, Aizawa slowly took his leave.
"If I hear you speak one more ill-word of the girl or anything involving Hiccups, and I'll see to it that the Chief gives you a rightful punishment to prevent any chances of you ever baring a Hiccup for you to father. Let alone, any more children for you to bare and father."
His threat lingered in the air, even as his presence left them.
The second guard gave his friend a disappointed gaze.
"You know? You did, kinda, asked for it." He pointed out, as the first guard collected his spear and got up from the ground. "I mean, I do agree with you on being suspicious of the girl for choosing dragons over her own kind and that she'll likely won't help us. But, at the same time, she's still a child and, by the Aizawa Triplets' own admission to what they've witnessed, Freya claimed her as her chosen."
The first viking grumbled underneath his breath, glaring at his friend.
"Don't you patronize me," he growled. "Regardless what they saw, there's no way in Hel that Freya would choose a Hiccup as her chosen. Besides, we both know Shōta has a soft spot for kids, because he lost his unborn child the same day his wife died and is making it up by giving a damn to any child he sees that 'needs' his help."
That time, his friend whacked him upside the head with the butt of his spear.
"Hey!" He yelled, righting his dented helmet back on his head.
"He may seem to be a softie, but he isn't that soft towards the young teens. Remember his training methods, with his students?"
The first viking shivered at the question.
The last time he went over to the Death Arena to see how the new recruits, his heart almost jumped right out of his chest when the Gronckle nearly blasted a student in the chest and slammed another with its tail.
And the whole time, Aizawa stood off to the side, arms folded in front of his chest and not in the least concern that his students were almost burnt to death.
And one time, he heard a rumor that Shōta, actually, opened the door of the Monstrous Nightmare's cage and left his students to fight the raging beast, with only a shield and dagger as their choice of protection and weapon.
"Point taken," he admitted underneath his breath.
As they stood guard, the second guard turned to stare at the sleeping girl. Still curled up in a black-ball and covering her while body within her hooded-cape, barely making a sound.
He then raised his gaze towards the barred-hole of the cell, hearing the Night Fury screeching out, again. Continuing its cry for the girl.
He let out a tiring sigh.
"Sounds like it's going to be another long night of restless sleep for Berk."
The first grunted out a reply, agreeing with his friend.
"At least we're not keeping guard over the beast." He stated, standing in attention.
The second guard turned to his friend.
"Which one: The dragon, or Enji, the Great Endeavor?"
"...Yes."
At the Death Arena...
"Blasted beast, shut up!"
A large, muscular man, slamming his Skeggøx against the large iron-door.
The vibration of metal against metal caused the raging Night Fury to screech even louder, slamming his body more so against the other side of the door and releasing a few blast of purple-fire through the gap of the door.
The large-man dropped down to dodge the attack, glaring at the black-spot on the stone wall that the dragon caused, for the forty-nineth time.
He got back on his feet, this time, slamming his left-fist against the door, glaring back at the black-dragon.
"Don't think I won't go in there and muzzle you up, again, Devil." He threatened. "Or, would you prefer I visit that human of yours and bring her severed head to you, to make you permanently shut you up?"
His threat made the Night Fury even more angry and, standing up on his hind-legs, let out a massive screech that could make a deaf man hear.
"HAAAAAAAAAUUUUUWWWWW!"
Clearly, he didn't like anyone make any threats towards his Human Hatchling. Promising, if the human does keep true to his threat on the girl, he'll kill him, back.
Enji sneered at the dragon, didn't move when the beast practically screamed to his face, spitting off to the side to show the animal's scream didn't mean anything to him.
"Can't wait for the day your blood will be spilled, Monster." He said, as he placed his Skeggøx to his back.
He head for the basket of dead animals, grabbed for a recently dead chicken, heading back for the door, tossed the dead bird through the gap of the door.
The dragon glared at the dead chicken, then back at the human that threatened to harm his hatchling, then with a sneer of his own, whacked the bird to the door with his tail, turning his back to the human.
Once again, rejecting the food they're giving him to eat.
Endeavor growled at the dragon's refusal to take the dead animal to eat, again.
"Stubborn beast," he growled.
"Enji."
Turning to the voice, Enji glared at his chief, Toshinori, who came walking towards him.
"Toshinori." He growled, though nodded his head to show respect to his chief... Who, also, happened to be his cousin.
The blonde-male nodded back to his older-cousin, before turning to the door to see the dragon.
Giving the dragon the same angry, hateful gaze, as the beast circled around the ground, letting out fire in the process, before taking his burnt spot to rest in.
"How goes the dragon?" He asked. Though, seeing another rejected food on the ground, told him the same answer before Enji answered him.
"It still refuses to eat and nearly took out six of our men, when they try to muzzle it, again." Enji informed, glaring at the dragon, glaring back at the two. Though, as soon as Toshinori came into view, the beast pulled its lips up and flashed his fangs at the chief.
His claws dug against the ground, both wings expended in the air. His right, however, was held in an awkward angle and can't stretch out, fully, than his left-wing.
Endeavor scoffed at the dragon. A bit intrigued, but mostly thinking it didn't look as scary after a few times looking at it, now that his appearance is now known.
"Seems the dragon doesn't like you one bit, Toshinori." He smirked, folding his arms over his chest.
"You don't say, Enji?" The chief replied, glaring back at the dragon. "Well, the feeling's neutral. On account he's the reason both my wife, and son have been dead for nearly sixteen years."
The Night Fury hissed at the viking's words, eyes slit and mouth glowing purple.
Immediately, the two vikings dropped down to the ground and avoided another blast of plasma-fire, adding another scorch mark to the wall.
The two cousins got back to their feet, but crouched close to the gap of the door in case it tries to blast them, again.
Enji turned to his cousin, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't think it likes to be scolded for something it did a long time ago, Cousin." He stated, before turning back to the dragon. "Either that, or it doesn't remember doing such a thing and is being defensive for something it believe to not have done."
The forty-five year-old chief grunted at the dragon's action, and his cousin's suggestion.
...
...Though, recalling the way the dragon went out of his way to save his human and fought some of his men to prevent any to go after her, despite Shōta being able to escape and having his brothers assist him on capturing her, made a small piece of him feel as if the dragon, actually, didn't do such a claim.
But, at the same time, finding the blackest scales he ever laid eyes on next to Inko and Izuku's clothes, both covered in blood, made him reconsider of the dragon's innocence and convince this is the right culprit, almost sixteen Winters ago.
The dragon, now up on his feet and slowly stalked to the side, with his eyes still on the two until he reached the wall, stood as high he could on his hind-legs and laid both paws against the stone wall.
Then, as he's done for days, let out wobbles and screeches to the smallest-gaps to the ceiling.
"Haaaaauuuu! Haaooooouuuuu!"
The two vikings knew, immediately, that he's calling out for his human. Even when her cries went silent or barely over a whispering wind, the dragon still continues to call out for her.
Just like any worried father, when separated from his child.
Enji let out a tiring sigh, slowly getting back up to his full height.
"Sounds like it's going to be another long night, without any peace and quiet for Berk." He stated, grumbling and wincing when the dragon let out another wobbling roar.
Toshinori looked down and saw the dead chicken on the ground, next to the dragon's tail. Completely ignored.
Just like the last few dead animals they offered the last few days to the dragon, and all had been rejected or pushed off to the side.
Enji looked to where his chief is looking at.
"It's still refusing any food we're giving it." He informed. "It'll drink the water we're giving it, but for some reason, it won't eat."
Toshinori, having a hunch this would happen, pulled out a fish from underneath his bear-skin cape and tossed it through the gap, landing near the dead bird and the reptile's tail.
The dragon ceased his cry when it felt a nudge to his tail, and looked down at the dead fish.
The Night Fury stared at the fish for a few seconds, then looked back at the two Vikings...
...And, with a quick flick of his tail, sent the fish right back at Toshinori, before his brain could tell his body to duck. Hitting him square in the face.
Seeing he made a direct hit to his target, the dragon let out a wobbly chuckle, laughing at the chief.
As the fish slid down Toshinori's stunned face, Enji couldn't help but fall to the ground and laugh at his cousin.
"Ah, Odin had forsaken you!" He taunted, bellowing and slammed a fist against the ground. "You should see your face right now! It's priceless!"
Toshinori glared down at his older-cousin, not finding the whole thing funny. Especially, since he'll smell like fish until he bathes.
He then turned his glare at the still chuckling dragon. Which, to him, sounded like a deep croaking of a frog.
He picked up the fish from the ground, held tight in his fist.
"I don't find this amusing as you do, Devil." He growled, tossing the fish back in the pen. This time, aiming for the dragon's face.
The Night Fury, unlike the chief, was prepared and used his injured wing to block the fish from hitting his face.
The dragon snorted, as he smacked the fish to the other side of the pen with his tail and turned back to the stone-wall, placing both paws back on it and let out more roars and screeches for his human hatchling to hear him.
Enji continues to laugh on the ground as the chief stared at the dragon, neither of them taking notice of somebody coming towards them.
"Should I even ask what happened?"
Both turned and saw it was Shōta, giving both a raised eyebrow.
More so, towards Enji, seeing the tears in his eyes and smirking up at his younger-cousin, struggling to keep a straight face.
He turned to his chief.
"What's up with him?"
He then took notice of a smell coming off of Toshinori and, taking a few sniffs, grimaced when he recognized the smell of fish.
"Beard of Thor, you reek of fish!" He growled, holding a hand over his mouth and nose. "Why you smell like fish?"
His answer, was Endeavor letting out another fit of laughter, while Toshinori glared into the pen, as the dragon finally stopped screeching and sat down on the ground, looking straight up at the ceiling and letting out a soft whimper.
Shōta looked within the pen and saw the fish on the ground, taking a guess gamble that the dragon had something to do with his chief smelling like fish.
He turned back to Toshinori.
"...Well, anyways, I came to tell you about the girl's condition." He informed, folding his arms over his chest. "She's still refusing to eat. -He rubbed the back of his head with his right-hand.- She, also, threw a fresh loaf at my head."
Hearing something similar take place, Enji chuckled, as he finally got to his feet.
"At least it was bread that hit you, and not a smelly, dry fish." He pointed out, jerking a thumb towards the chief. "Like Toshi, did."
The chief ignored his cousin's teasing, focusing to what one of his Shield-Brothers had informed them about their other 'guest'.
"She's still not eating?" He replied, very much concern by the news. "Judging by her physical condition, if she doesn't start eating, she'll be dead before the end of next week."
Enji, no longer having the fits of laughter, had on a serious look when his cousin spoke of great concern over the girl.
"Who cares if she dies?" He asked, not in the least showing to care. "We should be more worried about the beast. When she dies, we'll lose any form of leverage to keep it under control and will start killing us. -He glared at the dragon.- We should get out over with and allow Katsuki to kill the Devil, already."
The dragon lifted part of his lips, flashing the red-haired male his fangs. Indicating that he heard the human's suggestion, and understood what he wants them to do with him.
Shōta shook his head to the suggestion.
"If Katsuki is right about there being others from her tribe on Berk, waiting to save them and learn that we've killed the Night Fury, they'll suspect we've killed the girl as well and may get reinforcement to attack us. They could, even, aid the dragons from the raids to take us out. Either that, or suffer from Freya's wrath for not keeping her chosen alive. Frigga may, also, get involved, if we dare harm her, since she's still a child. Which, I'll have to inform you on some of the guards' comment on how to keep her 'tamed', later on, Chief."
Toshinori was a bit surprised by Shōta's report, but nodded his head to confirm that he'll be available to listen and want to know what his men are saying that seems to rub Aizawa the wrong way.
"Shōta's right." The forty-five year-old replied. "We can't kill the Devil, until we eliminate other potential threats that may befall us. Fortunately, dragons can last for almost two moons without food*. So, until we can figure out how to get the dragon to eat, what we need to do is focus on getting the girl to eat, first. Starting first thing in the morning. -He then turned to his cousin.- Still, just in case, keep giving the beast food and water. At least he'll drink to stay hydrated."
Enji let out a low grumble, but forced out an "Aye.", confirming that he'll do as his chief has asked of him to do and will pass along the message to the others in charge of feeding and watering the dragons.
Seeing as there isn't anything left to do in the dragon's pen and, with the Night Fury burning the ground underneath him and taking his new spot against the wall to sleep, the three vikings decided to take their leave and head back to the village.
Night Fury's POV
As the three men took their leave, the Night Fury lifted his head to where he sees the gap of the outside world of his imprisonment.
His concern for his Human Hatchling grows, with each passing day. From what the Vikings were saying, she'll grow sicker if she doesn't start eating and her wound will get even more infected.
At least, his mate, his first clutch and older Human Hatchling are safe and keeping hidden until the right opportunity.
To the left of his pen, he hears the rumble of the Monsterous Nightmare. The one called Hook Fang.
He was caught over four moons, ago, during a raid. He was trying to aid a few Gronckles on escaping with the haul, when a viking threw a wooden cart at the back of his head and left him disoriented when he dropped to the ground, ending up muzzled and dragged within a net.
He's still haunted, to this very day, by the sight of the Monsterous Nightmare that was imprisoned before him. Left bleeding out in the middle of the Death Arena, an axe through his chest, by a an eighteen Winter-old human, who was given the honored on killing his first dragon to the entire village.
Apparently, he was delayed to be a true viking, due to being selected to be trained to become the next right-hand man of the chief, should the current Viking end up falling in battle.
The dragon from the other side of the wall was the leader of the small group of imprisoned dragon of Berk, until they smelled the Night Fury's scent and recognized he's a true Alpha and taken under the wing to a King of All Dragons.
"Save strength and spark, Friend. Scream all sun, tomorrow, at Vikings. Let Hatchling know you're still alive, then."
The Night Fury let out a huff to the suggestion, but knew Hook Fang is trying to remind him that rest is important, if he ever ends up being rescued and reassure his Human Hatchling that he's still alive.
"Grateful, Friend." He replied, a rumble of a purr came out from his throat.
To his right, a growl of a whimper of the Gronckle pulled their attention to Meatlug.
"Food. So hungry. Scared. Don't want to die, here."
She barely grew out of adolescence, a moon ago, when the queen threatened to eat her and her kins of she didn't join the raid. And when joining her flock to steal fish, she was the first to be caught in a bola and left to watch many of her siblings to die in their attempt to save her.
The few who survived, left to take what little they stole back to the queen... And none ever showed up in the raids, suns later.
The Night Fury let out coos of comfort, hoping to soothe the whimpering Gronckle.
"Rest, Young Wing. You'll forget hunger in your dreams." He rumbled lowly, scraping one of his paws against the wall. "Alone, we're weak and , we're strong and brave."
Meatlug whimpered, but from the sound of scales rubbing against stone next to his, told him that she's taking his words to comfort and will start to rest.
A Few squawk-screech, close to Hook Fang's pen, pulled his attention.
"Cruel human. Lock up own kind, a youngling, for being Dragon Hatchling. Being born a runt. Unforgivable!"
It was Stormfly, a Deadly Nadder, who voiced out hatred and anger towards the Vikings of Berk.
Surprisingly, she wasn't caught by the Vikings, like the rest of the group.
...She was born, here.
Some of the Vikings were able to capture her mother, who was carrying her egg within her womb at the time, a few Winters ago. Her father, sadly, was killed in his attempt to rescue his mate.
She would've been killed, herself, if her mother hadn't hidden her egg from them and by the time they'd discovered Stormfly, her mother contacted an illness and passed away in her sleep.
The only one whose been there for her and taught her how to fly, is the Hideous Zippleback, Spark-and-Smog, and the Terrible Terror, Sharpshot.
The Night Fury didn't bother to change her mind. He's in an agreement with her and understood her point of view for her rage towards them. Although, he has more of a historical reason for hating the Vikings of Berk, rather than just the fact that they've shot him down and kept his Human Hatchling away from him.
And he swore, as soon as he breaks out of here, help the other dragons to escape and rescue his young, he'll set the whole island on fire. Regardless, if it'll cause the Red Death to be enraged that one of her food sources had been destroyed. Let alone, if the king approves his decision as Alpha to all Night Furies, or not.
Right now, he needs to rest. Hopefully, his mate, first clutch and older Human Hatchling will aid them on spreading the chaos within Berk for capturing them.
A Few Suns Later...
A girl of fifteen Winters-old, short-brown hair and warm Auburn-brown eyes felt a bit jittery today.
Today, she's going to be giving the guards food... The ones guarding the girl, who's with the Night Fury.
Ochako knows that this feeling isn't really acceptable; the girl they have, while convinced to being Freya's chosen, is their prisoner until she cooperates with them on how to deal with the dragons and finding the Nest.
But, if she were honest, she's really excited to meet her. Curious as to where she's from, if there are dragons amongst her tribe and if everyone have their own dragons.
'Maybe, all of the dragons are Night Furies and they have status of them all over their village. Do they even worship any of the Gods? I'm guessing Loki, if they do. Or, perhaps, Thor.' She pondered, slowly walking down the stone-steps down to the cells, making sure she doesn't drop either of the two plates full of bread and cooked chicken leg.
Normally, another viking in charge of cooking would be the one to deliver food to the guards. But, because some of them had caught an early Winter Chill and the rest are behind to check on the chicken and yaks to gather their eggs and milk, Ochako's mom had to take over the cooking at the Mess Hall and had asked her daughter to deliver the food to the guards, today.
And because she's very eager to see the girl, being very much concern for her safety and witnessing her breakdown when being force to separate from a just as upset Night Fury, Uraraka was more than happy to take over on delivering food.
As she nears the back of the cells, she hears a commotion going on.
"Will you stop struggling?! She's only here to help!"
"Hey! Quit that! Don't make us muzzle you, Brat!"
Wondering what was going on, Ochako picked her pace a little, being careful to not trip on her way to the end of their prison.
When she got there, she was greeted by Torino, who stood outside of the bars of the cell. And within the cell, his wife stood by the door, patiently waiting and watching the two guards trying to keep their prisoner/guest under control.
...Ochako was a bit taken back that, despite how thin she's gotten and weak she became without food, the girl is able to weave around them and make them trip over each other.
The girl hissed at the two guards on the ground, crouched low to the ground, her hooded-cape discarded on the grind near Chiyo, and slowly walking on all-fours close to the wall.
Sorahiko took notice of Ochako's presence, turning to the girl.
"Came to watch the show?" He greeted, smirking down at her. "They've been at it for almost an hour, now. It's quite impressive, that she's able to keep fighting them, even when weakened from hunger and cold."
"While it may be entertaining to you, Sweetheart, leaving that neck wound unattended and refusing to eat isn't something that'll ensure she lives a long, healthy life." Chiyo replied, letting out a deep sigh when the two guards tried to charge at the same time to grab her... Only to end up slamming their heads against the walls when the girl leaped over their backs to dodge.
The girl snorted at the two guards, as they stumbled to get back on their feet and pulling off their helmet, since they have a bit of a dent where their foreheads are. She hunches over the ground, growling lowly as the two adults try to grab her, again.
Ochako, while a bit taken back at the younger-girl's purposely taunting the two to chase her, couldn't help but be in awe from the way her swift movement and body appear feline-like.
She was, also, intrigued by what her choice of clothing she wore underneath her cape. Though, was certain that it looks more like she's wearing a tunic completely made out of Dragon scales. Most definitely, Night Fury scales. The pants seem to be normal, black as her tunic and look a bit torn to where the knees are.
What caught her attention, however, was her bare feet out in the open, appearing a bit purple from the cold. And last she was certain, she was wearing black-York Viking boots. And, from what she heard from Ashido and Kirishima, she had on gloves that had claws at the end of her fingers.
"Wait a second. Where are her boots, and gloves?" She asked, placing both plates on the ground to her left.
Sorahiko let out a groan, appearing very unhappy and disapproval.
"The guards took them away, so she wouldn't escape and/or cause damage to them; her gloves had been under the care of Higari and his pupils, since they're curious by their designs, while her boots have been given to Tsunagu."
Uraraka was just as angry as the old viking. And when she watches the girl finally get grabbed and pinned her to the ground, her face pressed against the ground and arms folded behind her back, Ochako's anger grew.
Without thinking, she opened the door and ran in, pushing the adults off of the younger-girl.
"What in the name of Thor is wrong with you two?!" She yelled, standing in front of the girl.
The girl looked up at the older-girl that stood before her, protecting her from the two adults and the elder one. She cocked her head to the side, curious.
The two guards stared at Ochako as if she grew a second head, like she became a Hideous Zippleback.
"Step aside, Uraraka. We need to contain her, so Chiyo can take a look at that neck wound." One stated, glaring down at the girl on the ground.
"She won't stop biting anybody who comes into her cell, so we need to prevent her from injuring us!" The second exclaimed, grabbing his spear and holding it up. "Get out of the way, before she attacks you, too."
Ochako didn't like either of their answers. Thus, remained standing in place.
"After what we've done to her and her dragon, what did you expect her response would be?" She asked. "We shot her and the Night Fury down, injured them in the process, bound them in ropes and are now keeping them separated. It's no wonder her reaction is to refuse the food we give her and keep fighting us, especially since you took away her boots and gloves."
Chiyo and Sorahiko watches what goes on before them, wanting to see where this would go. Seeing as Ochako is handling this well, on her own.
The two guards turned to each other, a bit taken back by her defending their prisoner/guest.
The second guard then tried to counter with the obvious excuse as to why they need to keep treating her as such.
"She's siding with those bastards," he hissed. "They destroyed our catapults, multiple times, allowing those thieving monsters to keep stealing food and livestocks from us and killing us! Burned down our homes, and set fire to the ships! -He pointed an accusing finger at the girl, who hissed at him.- So what if she's Freya's Flame Chosen? She deserves to be punish. Even be put to death, just like every dragon in the entire Archipelago!"
Again, Ochako didn't back down. Even stomped her foot to the ground.
"Don't you think there's a reason as to why they come to our island, stealing our food? And why do you think they're killing us, when we're killing them for over seven generations?!" She yelled. "And last I checked, the Night Fury hadn't killed anybody, at all, since we've caged it. That proves they have individual thoughts, of intellectual thinking to know what's going on! -She extended a hand down at the girl, who seemed to be just as in awe by her speech as the adults.- Which means, she has reasons to be here. Despite what you choose to believe, I believe she's been sent here to help! But, we have to do our part, by earning her trust! -She then walked up to the viking holding the spear, grasped it in her hold and pulled it out of the adults.- And that starts, by not using our weapons on her or her dragon!"
She then tossed the weapon to the side, leaving it to roll to where Chiyo stood.
The girl on the floor stared to where the spear was tossed to, then back at the girl who blew up at the now stunned guards.
Sorahiko and Chiyo both had looks of intrigue and even a hint of approval by the girl's actions; there are a few times she would go to somebody's defense when they see something is wrong, but this is the first time she lost her composure and blew up at older-authorities, even when she knew she'd be in big trouble for speaking any hint of being on the enemy's side.
The first guard recovered from his shock, then his face turned angry.
"Are you siding with those beasts, Uraraka?" He growled, grabbing for his own spear he placed against the wall. "You know, that this can be viewed as treason, girl. Even if Freya did, in fact, chosen her, your loyalty to your tribe and your chief should always come, first. And for standing in our way, for doing our jobs, which the chief told us to do, we can keep you in this cell with her."
Ochako suddenly felt nervous, even a bit scared, from the threat. She didn't know how to answer, when she doesn't know what the right answer to say to them.
Sorahiko and Chiyo glared at the two guards, knowing what they're trying to pull.
"You, seriously, trying to place the blame on the girl, for standing up to you two yak-heads and speaking the truth?" The old-viking questioned, making a threat of his own. "Such actions, and the threat on imprisoning her for embarrassing the both of you, is not acceptable by either our chief or the gods."
And as if to speak out her own opinion, the girl on the ground snarled at the two men, making hissing sounds into the mixture.
Chiyo smirked at the girl's choice on making dragon sound, before turning to the two men and went to open the cage door.
"I believe, gentlemen, that you both have overstayed your welcome and it would be best if you both leave and send in two new guards to watch over our guest, before I let my husband inform Toshinori on your attempt to frame dear Uraraka for a crime she didn't commit." She threatened, pointing the way out with her cane.
The two stared down at the elder/Head-healer of Berk. Even if they go tell the chief their side of the story to make it seem as if they're doing the right thing, Toshinori will believe Sorahiko and Chiyo and once he hears their account, they'll be caught up in their own lies and be punished.
So, knowing they were left with no other choice, the two guards walked out of the cell, with the second guard picking up his weapon when walking passed the healer, and left the dungeon to go switch places on guard duty with.
As soon as they left, Ochako felt the pressure of fear leave and can finally relax. A deep sigh left her chest.
She then turned to the girl on all-fours on the ground, who looked up to meet her gaze when she knew the two guards were gone.
Her gaze seemed to be a bit softer. Still showed the same fear and anger towards them, but they didn't look as sharp as they did, earlier.
Thinking she now sees her as a friend, or at least an ally of sorts, Ochako beamed down at her and raised a hand towards her. Offering to help her stand.
"He-"
"Back away, Girl!"
Sorahiko's voice carried in the air, as instinct kicked in within the fifteen year-old when the girl suddenly sprang up and tried to bite her hand. Fortunately, she was able to pull away on time and jump to the side, as the fourteen year-old snarled at her and got in a crouch position.
Ochako then noticed something dripping on the girl's right-hand, coming from underneath her head.
It was then that she figured out that her neck-wound has gotten even more infected and, most likely ill and has a high fever, is being delusional from sickness and hunger.
A hand grabbed for her arm, it being Chiyo, pulling her to follow her out of the cell.
Ochako looked upset.
"But, Chiyo-...!"
The old woman shook her head, keeping her eyes on the girl in the cell.
"I need Anan to get me herbs to help with the infection, since the herbs I brought are for minor injuries." She informed the girl, as her husband closed the cell door. "I'd assumed her hood would keep the wound from getting dirty. But, from the dark-red coloring, this most likely isn't the first time her cloak was removed. And, from how long she's been going without treatment, I'm gonna need my dagger to help flush out the wound."
Sorahiko watches the girl in the cell growling at them, as she slowly and limped, probably hurt her arm or lost some feeling from being grabbed roughly by the guards, to grab her hooded-cape by the teeth and bring it to the corner closest to the small gap to the outside world of the dungeon.
It was then they hear the Night Fury calling out to the girl, as if he can tell something wasn't right and needed to hear her call back to him.
She let out a few coos and leaned against the wall, trying to let out whimpering shrieks to call back to her Dragon-Father. Forced out coughs left her lungs, resulting her to curl in on herself and shiver from her overheating body thinking she's cold, pulling her hooded-cape over her.
Sorahiko and Chiyo turned to each other, looking very worried. Unfortunately, neither of them can do anything about it.
Ochako, grabbing onto two bars of the cell with both hands, glared down at her. Not of anger towards her, but with determination and trying to figure out how to help the younger-girl.
Both her and her dragon, knowing the Night Fury will go on a rampage if she doesn't respond to his cry and is left coughing her lungs out.
It was then that a thought came to her. As if she was struck by Thor's lightning. Or, a Skrill.
She turned to the two elders.
"We need to see the chief," she informed. "We need to get them, together. Now."
TBC
*: I know; on the wiki, Toshinori is older than Enji. But, guess what? AU. Plus, in general, most Vikings lived to be between thirty-five and fifty years of age (From how old Mildew appears to be, he's probably the oldest viking to live pass 70.) Notably, however, the average lifespan of a Viking at birth was much lower. And because the wiki stated Toshinori is 55 years old, the likelihood he'd still be around, with the responsibility as chief and no heir to take his place, would be very, very small.
In this story, he's forty-five years old, while Enji is forty-six. Thus, had a child between 28-29 years old.
*: HTTYD never stated on how long dragons can go without food. Most likely, it depends on the species of dragons, their age and size. But, realistically, we can guess and say they can last without food like a Bearded Dragon can, which is two months. Although, we can say they'll be fine without food for a month to a month and a half, like the Komodo Dragon can. Then, depending on their age, health and size, if they get close to two months without food, they'll go in a bit of a frenzy in search for food and very food aggressive until their hunger is satisfied and/or regain at least ten percent of their body weight back.
*: Yeah. I was never really big on the name the twins gave him. So, I thought, if he had a different name, it would be this.
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