GUYS I AM SO SORRY... I know I promised more updates but then the biggest writers block of my life happened... and I just couldn't write for nearly two damn weeks! Ugh... I feel bad about leaving you for so long...

I'm also struggling with an arm injury that makes it painful to write, I am planning the visit of a friend who's coming in a few weeks, my sister is demanding time from me, because she claims she doesn't see me enough, even if she's the one in Portugal... and there's this little thing I've discovered called Good Mythical Morning... It's awesome. If you don't know it, watch it, because if you ever wanted to see two guys eat beach sand pizzas, porkblood taco's or haggis cookies, they do it. If you do know it... WHY THE HELL DID YOU NEVER TELL ME THIS AWESOMENESS EXISTED!

Alright... back to the point. Again, I am truly sorry for leaving you in the cold, but here I am. I have beaten the dragon, hopefully, and I should be able to update a little more.

Enjoy!

The Adventurous Adventures of Hiccup and Wrenlou

A Storm Blows Through It, Part III

More and more dragons and riders filed into the rooms, the last few to come in were soaking wet, and Hiccup knew that there was no way out anymore. They were trapped in the cave like structure until the storm blew over. According to some of the more experienced riders, they could be in here for days.

He just sat on the bed, looking around as the riders that had been caught in the rain changed into dry clothes, and over the next few hours, the riders all settled down in one of the rooms, the dragons simply curling up wherever they felt like it. Toothless stayed close to Hiccup however, and Snowflake never left Toothless' side, both dragons staying in the same room as their riders.

About an hour ago the big man, who's name was Ezra, had come in and ordered them all to the dining room, or meeting room as Rico had called it. So here they were, sitting at one of the five long tables, looking around as the riders came in one by one, taking place at the tables, until they were all completely filled, and they were all there. That's when Ezra's thundering voice silenced every one in the room as the man stood up.

"First of all," he started, "good work every one. You acted fast when we had to, well done. The storm out there is a category four, out of five, so it's bad," he added, looking at Hiccup, "and it appears like we may be here for a while. We're al save, thanks to two brave young men, who saw this storm coming and came to warn us. Hiccup, Wrenlou, I think it's save to say that a lot of us wouldn't have been here if it hadn't been for you two. Without your warning we would have been taken by surprise with not enough time to prepare, and a lot of us would have died, if it hadn't been for you. So, a toast!" he raised his cup, the other riders following suit, "to you! Bless you, Hiccup and Wrenlou, bless you both! You've saved a lot of lives today."

Hiccup looked down when the crowd started cheering, and picked on a splinter in the table. The attention made him shy. After the cheering died down again, Ezra put his cup down.

"Alright," he said, "now that I have said that, I am sure that we'll be here for a few days. So I want everyone to work together to keep our stay as pleasant as possible, okay? Alright. Rico, you seem to like these two young men, I'll leave them in your care for the time being."

"Yes sir," Rico said smiling, glancing over at Hiccup and Wrenlou, "I'll take good care of them."

"You better," Ezra said, "because if anything happens to them, you are the one who's telling Dale."

Rico nodded. "Don't worry sir. They will be fine."

After Ezra's speech, and some other boring announcements, they had gone back to the room they had claimed. They had talked with some other riders for a while, a little more with Rico, but he had left them there, going to "get something to lighten the mood." He came back with a bag over his shoulder, and a bottle in his hand.

"Alright boys," the man said, "since this is your first time with us in the shelter, and your first time in a hurricane," he nodded to Hiccup, "Ezra has asked me to take care of you a little. So here you go," he handed them a cup, then pulled out a bottle, "have something to drink."

"What is it?" Hiccup asked curiously, watching how Rico poured some of the bottle's contents into his cup.

"Just wine," Rico said, "made from pomegranates to be exact. Drink up, you'll like it, I promise."

Hiccup looked from the man to the ruby red liquid in his cup, swirling it around a bit. When he carefully sniffed it, he did indeed smell the distinct smell of the pomegranate. Mixed in with the tart smell was the sweet smell of alcohol, giving the wine a distinct smell. He took a careful sip, frowning a bit at the tangy taste the liquid left on his tongue, but overall enjoying the taste.

"Hey Rico! Don't get them drunk!"

Hiccup looked up from his cup. The woman who had spoken was standing next to the table, regarding them with a smile on her face. She had her dark hair braided, and he could see that it was still damp from the rain. Rico laughed loudly, raising his cup towards her.

"Don't worry Dove, they'll be fine when they get back to the bay."

The woman shot them a glance before she left the room. "That's not what I said you know..."

Rico shook his head after she left and turned back to Hiccup and Wrenlou. "A few cups won't get you drunk, right?" he asked and both boys nodded. Surely, the wine wouldn't be that strong.

But only a few hours later, all three of them were starting to get drunk. Rico had gone and fetched another bottle after they had emptied the first one, and this second bottle was also almost finished. Hiccup was feeling lightheaded, a warm sensation coursing through his veins, and he didn't think he had ever been this happy in his entire life. He laughed at one of Rico's jokes, even though he hadn't been listening, staring into his cup absentmindedly.

He leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes and thinking back at Berk. He remembered the parties late at night, when the Vikings were drunk and singing, he remembered the taste of the mead, although he had never had enough to get drunk. And he remembered the songs they had sung all night long, tales of bravery, battles and so many other things.

A hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts, and when he opened his eyes, he was staring into Rico's eyes, the man frowning a little.

"Hiccup, what were you singing?" he asked softly.

"I... I was singing...?" Hiccup asked, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Had he been so lost in thought that he didn't even realize he was singing?

"You were," Rico said nodding.

"I... I was just thinking about...them..." Hiccup mumbled, "and the songs they used to sing."

"Can you sing one now?" Wrenlou asked softly, taking another sip from his cup.

Hiccup's eyes went wide. "No," he said shaking his head fiercely, "no, I can't sing."

"Come on," Rico pushed, "I bet you sound great. I mean, I can't sing, that doesn't stop me from doing so. I sound like a dragon with a cold, I still sing. You know why?"

Hiccup shook his head and Rico smiled. "Because it doesn't matter how you sound. As long as you have fun, it doesn't matter if you sound like an angel or a drunken toad."

Hiccup chuckled and looked down. He stared at the cup for a while, then he looked up.

"I'm sorry..." he said, "I... I just can't..."

"It's okay," Rico said smiling, "don't feel bad about it, okay? You have the right to say no. that's not gonna stop me from singing though!"

The man jumped from the bed, raising his cup high. He started singing, although it didn't really sound like singing. Hiccup flinched a little and realized the man hadn't been lying when he said he couldn't sing. It truly sounded like a dragon with a cold. He looked at Wrenlou, who just shrugged laughing.

"More wine!" Rico shouted, "we need... where is it... wine!"

He practically dove on the bottle on the bed, and after putting his cup on the floor, filled it once again. He gulped the liquid down in one big gulp, and then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Then he started laughing loudly, before breaking out in more singing.

"He's drunk... isn't he..." Hiccup asked softly.

Wrenlou nodded slowly. "Yes... but to be fair... I don't feel too good myself.. I think I need to lay down..."

Wrenlou put the cup down, and curled up on the bed. Hiccup saw that he quickly fell asleep, but even after Rico had passed out on the ground, Hiccup stayed awake. He was looking at the ceiling, trying to imagine the storm out there. He had almost forgotten that is was raging on out side, trapping them inside.

He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Only now did he notice that it had grown quiet. The voices had died down, the other riders also going to bed, the dragons fast asleep all over the place. He slipped off the bed and slowly walked towards the pile of dragons in the corner. It didn't take long before he found Toothless, and he woke the dragon by gently scratching him behind his ears. The dragon opened a lazy eye and crooned softly, wrapping his tail around his rider when the boy snuggled up against his side.

"G'night Toothless," Hiccup mumbled, resting his head against the warm scales.

Toothless crooned softly in return and curled up, draping his wing over the boy at his side. Hiccup closed his eyes, his hands rubbing circles on Toothless scales.

Make no tent on thy ship...

Never sleep in a house...

For a foe within doors you may view...

He exhaled slowly, whispering the words only for him and Toothless, and the dragon started purring.

On his shield sleeps the Viking...

His sword in his hand...

And his tent is the heavenly blue...

With the steady rhythm of the dragon's heart in his ears, he fell asleep. Not under the heavenly blue, but under a dragons wing, protected by the gently creature, surrounded by people that were not much different, and he smiled a little.

When he woke up the next morning, he was still curled against Toothless, but something was wrong. There were frantic voices, rapid footsteps in and out of the room, and when he crawled out from beneath the dragons wings, he was grabbed by Wrenlou and hauled to his feet.

"Thank the gods there you are!" Wrenlou practically shouted, "we thought you were gone too!"

"Gone?" Hiccup puzzled, "why would I be gone? What's wrong?"

Wrenlou took a deep breath and after letting go of Hiccup's shirt, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Michelle and Karen are missing," he said, "and no one's seen them since last night. They were there when we all went to bed, they weren't this morning. Hiccup, something's in here, with us, and it's not happy we're here..."