Not me thinking about remaking "Our curse" again, because I think it may be better.

Like, gang, there are so more possibilities for chapters, better dialogues, and descriptions.

(Imagine fight lesson)

I'll think about it at Christmas.

Or every time I reread it, which I do quite often, surprisingly.


When the dark, foggy night enveloped the island, preceded by the peaceful silence, as the first stars appeared in the sky, just then, one might say, that all of the Edge's concerns, all of the circumstances, had been solved and put aside. It took the whole day, from early dusk to late twilight, to accomplish this feat, and although, at that moment, everything was resolved, not everyone, if anyone, was satisfied with the outcome.

The defense of the base, albeit mainly rescue, lasted some time, and throughout the entire duration of it, nobody was able to catch, nor find, the reason for the whole fuss - the man who, alongside Dagur, seemed to just vanish. That, itself, resulted in the young adults' moral decline, but it happened to be even worse when seeing their leader, her wounds and bruises, her illness and weakness, everybody understood it was even worse than they had hoped for.

From that moment, until the very end, there were no jokes, no banter, no laughs - only near-dead silence as the group had traveled back to the island, which had turned out to be their earlier lure, to finish what the enemy had started. Into this fight, they had poured out the absolute anger they'd stored up. This fight was the cause of why they had returned panting, and fatigued. This fight was the one that panned out, everything.

Not long after the dragon riders came out victorious from it, the Death Nadders returned to their home, being taken there by Stormfly along with Astird, who cleared the Edge of each, single one of them, within about an hour. Of course, that wasn't the last thing to be done; it wasn't even close to the proper comeback to reality, however, being as exhausted as they were at that point, they'd decided it was enough for that day.

Hence, ultimately, they winded up in the arena - the only construction that wasn't demolished, nor looted by their uninvited guests - just so as to dine something which wasn't fingernails, after rather a lengthy day of starvation. During that time, they sat by the table made out of a few wooden planks, while the sounds of quiet conversations formed between them, as well as the smell of the cooked fish from the fireplace nearby, surrounded them.

Though it might have appeared so, they weren't actually all there. As the foe had done, Hiccup and Toothless disappeared just the same, and the moment they emerged from the ship's deck, the man hurried the unconscious woman home, leaving everybody with nothing but speculations about what might have happened to them.

Regardless of that, one didn't bother much with it, remembering the condition in which Hiccup found herself and the anxiety that took over Toothless, which had him ready to snap at anyone, for any reason. For these causes, it was no small surprise when he appeared in between the gap of the sliding entrance to the arena, which he extended with just one hand, leaving half of it closed, thus still hiding him from the complete view.

Taking in the sight of everyone, Toothless, at the same time, glared at each one of them, having an appetite for murder painted on his face, loosening in final, replacing the bitterness with apathy, before spreading the other side of the opening out, revealing the rest of himself. At the sight, as many as three persons stood up, namely Astrid, Heather, and even Snotlout, who with horror, like everyone anyway, stared at his side, or rather a figure by it.

Pale-skinned, bent forward, almost as if she shrunk in her size, Hiccup was clinging to Toothless who maintained her against himself, holding almost her entire body weight, encircling his arm around her back and her waist, firmly. Eventually, glimpsing the silence and uneasiness around which she provoked, she took an inefficient step forward, from which refrained the man, gripping even harder on her, furrowing at her when she gazed at him, puzzled.

Immediately after, he glanced at the rest of the gathering, and fortunately, they understood what he required because Snotlout moved away from his chair and dragged it all the way to them, placing it practically at their feet. Subsequently, while Toothless helped Hiccup settle herself on it, cautiously, Snotlout scowled at him, crossing his arms over his chest, and after the man was done, standing straight, he loomed closer to him.

"Are ya out of yer fuckin' mind?" he muttered through clenched teeth, to which Toothless responded by only returning his glare and grinding his jaw. "What the fuck did ya brin' her here for?"

"Because I asked him to," Hiccup answered for him, staring blankly at the ground before herself. "Calm down, both of ya. I don't want any fights."

As she ordered so, Toothless gave Snotlout the last once-over, before moving behind Hiccup and leaning over the back of her chair toward her, sensing her uneven breathing. "Easy, sunshine. Everything is okay," he assured, then kissed her temple, when she exhaled, shakily. "Say whatever you must, and let's go back home."

In response, she nodded, and so he straightened, while she did, identically, before speaking out. "This day was rough, if not the roughest we had in a while. A lot happened and, at least in my case, a lot of questions came up, about Dagur, about that man, about everythin'," she went on, taking singular breaks for breathing. "Alas, I can't answer 'em all, currently, although I can some of 'em."

Afterward, she glanced at Toothless who without question knew at the spot what she needed, and from Hiccup's bag, hanging presently on his shoulder, he pulled the oval, archaic object - cause of everything that took place. As he passed it to her, Hiccup demonstrated it before everyone's eyes, receiving many curious glances, before resting it on her knees, so that it was still in everybody's sight range, possible to view.

"This is the Dragon Eye. This is what they came for," Hiccup explained, tensing the grasp she had on the quoted item. "It wasn't mentioned earlier, but we, me and Heather, stole it from Dagur's ship that day we'd met, and that thin' might be the reason why they cooperate itself."

"Why wasn't it mentioned earlier?" Fishlegs criticized, sizing the pair of women, from one to another, up. "'s rather important information, to be honest."

"Moreover, if it belonged to such a madman Dagur is," Snotlout noticed, for some reason, still having his eyes bored into Toothless. "Truth is we could've avoided all of that shit if ya just disclosed us."

"We didn't know it was so important to him!" Heather defended themselves, slamming her palms into the table, and leaning over it toward the rest. "Also, as you could've noticed, we had much more vital matters to take care of, than to talk about some fucking, Dagur toy!"

"Bullshit! We're all more than well aware of what vital matters, how ya named it, ya both might have had," Ruffnut snarled, rolling her eyes from Heather to Astrid, standing just by her side, wordlessly. "Ya entertain yerselves, do not inform us, and now, we have to deal with the consequences of yer mistakes!"

"Are you seriously believe that's all we think about?!" Heather shouted, stabbing her fingernails into the wooden surface and cocking her brows at Ruffnut who lifted her chin, confident. "If so, then it appears that we do absolutely nothing for you, right?! We do not ever help you, we do not ever support you, these last weeks just don't matter anymore, do they?!"

"They do, but ya hid somethin' as significant as an object for which came the whole navy," Tuffnut pointed out, narrowing his eyes at Heather who responded with the same. "Just tell us, how can we trust ya, now?"

In no time a huge argument broke out between them, loud enough to overcome the racket of the chairs being thrown, even so accidentally, backward, and brutal enough so even the roof shook over their heads. As it did, the newcomer pair observed it, quietly - gripping harder on the back of Hiccup's chair, Toothless just blinked at the rabid Vikings, puzzled, while Hiccup herself sank in herself, the confusion overtaking her face.

At some point, throughout the continuation of the bluster, the noise became unbearable for Hiccup, who feeling how her head spun, straightened suddenly and called, murmuring, "Toothless," to which the man reacted at once, nearly instantly appearing by her side, crouching as to level her lowered eyes.

"I'm here, sunshine" he whispered, overtaking her, when she was about to stroke her hands, by getting a hold of them first and brushing his thumb against them. "Breathe," he instructed, glimpsing how shallow her breathing got, before glancing at the shouting group, he understood. "Could you cover your ears for me?" he asked, and once she did that, he turned furiously to the others, before roaring at the top of his lungs. "Shut the goddamn up, for fucking sake! A little compassion for the harmed won't fucking hurt!"

Immediately after, silence took over the whole space for a longer moment, as everyone's faces, glimpsing Hiccup's strain, crossed guilt, before Astrid broke it, questioning, "Is she okay?" receiving further Toothless's snort and annoyed glance.

"Does she look okay to you? " he grumbled and then turned his whole attention toward Hiccup, who was gripping her hands onto her tunic, currently, smiling weakly, noticing his comforting one.

"Well, I'm just sayin', we thought that after takin' the antidote she would feel better," Astrid remarked, bending forward as to catch Hiccup's sight, frowning. "Didn't it work?"

"It did, for a while," Hiccup responded, inhaling as she managed to gather herself up. "Although, I guess that's now the cause of the blood loss and dehydration more than it," she stated, to which the rest nodded, trading glances between each other, what she used just so as to whisper to Toothless, unseen, "What about ya? Are ya not mad that I haven't told ya about the Dragon Eye?"

"Hiccup, I'm not a moron," he tsked, as the corner of his mouth turned up. "How could I be mad about something that you'd clearly not have any idea about?" he inquired, before grasping the back of her neck and pulling her toward himself, so their foreheads touched. "I'll show them it, and then we're going home, alright?" he proposed, while their eyes were still closed, and without even opening them Hiccup nodded against him, after which he kissed her lips, shortly.

Subsequently, he stood up and moved to the side, baffling everyone as they were gazing at Hiccup questioningly, before positioning the very discussed earlier object on the stone, as well as changing himself into the Night Fury. Before anyone could ask for an explanation for so, he prepared the shot inside his jaw, although didn't shoot at all, just shoved the glow created by it before the Dragon Eye through which came out a beam of the same colored light.

At the point, where it was met with the wooden wall, formed an image of the dragon, having some inscription in a foreign language written by its sides, at which sight the gasps left almost everybody's mouth. Thereafter, Hiccup rose from her sitting spot, and catching so, Toothless changed back, worry evident on his face, although not moving an inch more, waiting patiently as she paced in his direction, wrapping his arm around her only when she appeared by his side.

"Is that…the Death Nadder?" Astrid queried, the first interrupting the occurring silence.

"Yes, it is," Hiccup confirmed, plastering a small smile on her face. "As for captions, these are the attributes of Nadders. Their habitat, their nutrition; potency, abilities," she continued and paused, once her grin faded, "weaknesses, vulnerabilities, blind spots," she muttered, sensing how the man's arm tensed around her, although herself furrowing her brows. "We can't let 'em get the Dragon Eye back."

"Why so?" Snotlout asked, lifting an eyebrow at her back. "Yet again ya'll sacrifice yerself for that fuckin' thin'?"

"That fuckin' thin' maintain every detail there exists about every Dragon known to humans. How to hunt, where to shoot so as to kill the fastest, and which parts of 'em are sellin' the best," Hiccup explained, hugging herself. "'s not even about rescuin' Dragons, anymore. 's about the fact that this single object will ease their dirty work, completely. It may give the hunters an unfair benefit that shouldn't even organically exist. It may cause that, for Dragons, same defend to become nearly impossible…if not completely impossible."

After she conveyed, she felt how Toothless's head rested itself against her own, as well as how the perplex almost steamed out of him, and as a form of consolation, she leaned her own on his shoulder, before someone from behind took voice. "Did anyone say that we'll let 'em get it?" Astrid acknowledged, and sharply, Hiccup spun her head to gaze at her, glimpsing not only her but basically everyone being determined. "Now, that we know what's the stake, we won't rest, until we won't be sure our enemy won't have any reach to earnin' such an advantage as this."

Hearing so, Hiccup took in the sight of everyone, even Toothless with the corner of her eye, and smiled brightly, as brightly as her weak muscles allowed her at the moment, until the consequences of her earlier, sudden whirl reached her, and she fainted on the spot. Fortunately, as suddenly as she did, as suddenly Toothless reacted, instantly catching her, encircling his arms around her waist, maintaining her unconscious body against himself, preventing it from the harsh downfall.

"Okay, that's fucking enough. I'm taking her home," he declared, correcting the grip that he had on her, so as to take her in the bridal hold, leaning her head against his shoulder and also moving them toward the entrance of the arena. "Figure the rest yourselves. Goodnight," he snarled, once glimpsing Tuffnut open his mouth, even barely.

Shortly after, he reached his target, but before he could cross the very frame of rather a small gap of opening, he heard behind himself Astrid to say, "Goodnight, and sleep well," to which he couldn't help otherwise, but to smile at her the last time, before disappearing, closing the entrance behind himself.


After so many events, after so many catastrophes, after so many destroyments, it was rather obvious in what state was their home, with the roof being only halfway rebuilt after collapsing, and everything around being demolished after the intrusion. Nevertheless, not having any other place to stay, they remained there, on the lower floor of the hut, where the only not-smashed object was the pile of planks, on which, after covering it with some fur blankets, they rested.

From the top of the stairs fell off the dust and the splinters of wood, while the hatch to the upstairs was cracked in half; the stairs themselves looked not the worst, however, one of the steps was opened, as it turned out, by Hiccup herself, as to uncover the same Dragon Eye which she hidden there. As for the room, it was covered by the earlier-mentioned mess, but furthermore, every piece of furniture was somehow affected, either being capsized or wrecked.

Their supplies of food - bread, eggs, water, fish - didn't exist anymore, some amount of them being scattered around, in the corners, under the twisted table, at some steps of stairs, even before the whole building itself. Of course, the case of their weapons situation was different, because each of them was stolen, from swords and axes to even shields, leaving nothing behind, not even these faulty ones which were the biggest loss for Hiccup's blacksmith mind.

Anyway, in spite of that all, the pair didn't bother themselves with it, currently sleeping, or at least trying to, at the impoverished copy of their bed that had some feet of height, in rather comfortless positions. While Toothless himself was laying on his side, with his eyes as well as fists squeezed, nearby him, inches from his touch, Hiccup was on her back, in between her slumber turning her head from left to right.

At some point, suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat up, panting furiously, before, sensing how her orbs were traveling back her skull, she began coughing, after which that cough changed into painful gagging. As it did, hearing the sound of it, Toothless gazed with his one eye at the scene occurring, and lifting his head from the banged, brown blanket, he groaned, wiping his face, exhausted.

"Not again," he muttered, before forcing himself to sit straight and shifting closer toward the hurting woman. "Easy, sweetheart. Easy, give yourself some time to take a breath," he implied, although when Hiccup didn't listen to him and the tears managed to gather in her eyes, he leaned his hand on the back of her neck, stroking it with his fingers as to loosen it. "Take it easy, Hiccup."

"Toothless, stay back," she managed to cough up, to which he nohow reacted. "I'll vomit."

"No, you won't vomit, because you've got nothing to with," he pointed out, screwing up his face, glimpsing how her chest rapidly shook. "Sooner you'll spit out your empty stomach, so try to tone it down, okay?" he asked, and fortunately, after a while, Hiccup relaxed, ceasing coughing, although feeling his hot skin on her, she inched away from it. "I'm sorry, I know you don't like touch, but I just wanted to help," he clarified, taking away his hand and sighing, before standing up from the bed, much to Hiccup's confusion. "I saw outside some saved bottles of water. I'll go for it, bring you one."

Subsequently, he did as he said, moving toward their home's entrance and opening it, although, before going through it, gazed at Hiccup the last time, who stared at him, puzzled, at which sight he inhaled as he disappeared behind the door. Left alone, Hiccup's eyes were still locked on the opening after some time, but as it lengthened, she laid herself down on the single pillow, gaping at the room's ceiling.

She was embarrassed for herself, at how dependent on others she was, at how dependent on Toothless she was, dependent on the whole rest she was, and that's just because of one injury and one, single, ironically small, arrow. Gnashing her teeth, she refrained from the flow of tears, forced by the sense of strengthlessness, hopelessness, and uselessness, surrounding her entire body, from her toes up to the top of her head.

Ultimately, she must have quit her thoughts, as the ceiling began circling in her eyes, and knowing already what was about to come, she sat back up, inhaling deeply, hoping that would have prevented some of the rather sickening occurrences. Alas, her hopes went into ruin as she started gagging, although this time she made an effort to fight the urge to, failing occasionally, but achieving her goal, somewhat.

"Hiccup, are you alright?!" Toothless, from somewhere behind one of the windows, shouted, hearing her gagging, although not receiving any response from the woman. "Are you feeling sick again?" he asked, coming through the doors, observing with horror how Hiccup struggled with breathing, then after just a second, lost consciousness, and her body was falling to the ground, head first. "Hiccup!"

Not wasting any moment, he rushed forward, dropping everything he had held, before landing at the wooden planks, crashing his knees into the floor as well as the side of the bed, as to catch Hiccup's upper part of her body. Afterward, hitting her face into his stomach, Hiccup had roused, adrenaline kicking in her as she realized what just happened, losing the feeling of lightheadedness at once.

"Are you okay?" Toothless asked finally, inspecting her, stopping at her face when she lifted it to gaze at him. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"No, I'm fine," Hiccup assured, although then, when she was sitting up, she twisted her face, and as she glanced at the reason for her slight pain, which was a bruise on her tibia, that was made after impacting it against the bed's corner, she could just snicker. "And I thought I couldn't harm myself anymore, but here I am."

Her joke, a try to loosen the already very tight atmosphere, has proven to be a failure, and glimpsing Toothless's hardened expression, Hiccup became serious herself, avoiding his sight, ashamed, as he sighed. "Let's get you to bed," he proposed, and without much permission, although also without any denial, he held her up, securing her under her knees, also blades, and after taking a few steps, lowered her into the soft material.

Subsequently, instead of going to his spot on the furniture, as Hiccup thought he would, the man kneeled by her side, frowning his brows at her in something that must have been a worry that she tried to repel, beaming, weakly. Noticing it, Toothless forced himself for some weak smile, before lifting his hand to her forehead, ceasing his movements, once his fingernails brushed against her skin, although continuing, not hearing Hiccup's refusal.

As gently as he could, he streamed his fingers across the line of her hair toward her ear, where he tucked some of the strands of her hair, along the way, and as he was about to move away, he blinked surprised as Hiccup grasped his wrist, firmly. The shock overtook his face, once she placed his own palm against her cheek and gaped at him, deeply, before melting in the warmth of his skin, outright grazing her lips against it, closing her eyes in pleasure.

The while had passed before she opened them again, gazing at Toothless rather sadly, before asking, "Are ya okay, love?" and glimpsing him hung his head low, continuing. "Ya don't seem to be, what's wron'?"

"Hiccup, I-I have to know," he began, as he stared into her eyes, the sorrow transforming his face. "What do I do? What do I do to help you, what should I do to help you?" he questioned and paused, as she shook her head. "I don't know what to do, anymore."

"Maybe there isn't anythin' ya could do," she stated, slipping his wrist down to her own lap. "Maybe…maybe 's time when only I can help myself."

After noting so, Hiccup turned her body alongside the bed, curling her legs in her knees, and noticing how uncertainty clouded her features, Toothless exhaled and quirked up the corner of his mouth, before grasping her hand, to her confusion. "You'll manage, as you always do anyway," he declared, and receiving her response, which was her beam, he added. "It doesn't mean that I won't look after you, in the meantime."

Thereafter, he stood up and kissed the top of her head, to which Hiccup blushed, cheerily, before walking to the opened entrance which he closed, after that, took in the sight of the floor spilled with water and locked his eyes on one, clay bottle. Picking it up, he glanced at its inside, and hissing through his gnashed teeth, he made his way back to the bed where he settled down, just next to Hiccup's feet, before passing the woman the object, scratching his neck.

"It's not much, but maybe enough for you to feel better," he contended, while Hiccup was drinking, suggesting when she finished, "If you would like to, I can go see if there are some more of them."

"It won't be necessary," she refused, handing him over the empty bottle, before leaning her hands on her knees. "I feel way better now. Thank ya, buddy."

"You're welcome, freckle," he replied as he set it aside, just on the floor next to the bed. "If you do feel better, maybe we could go to sleep, finally?"

Hearing his proposition Hiccup straightened, the uneasiness overtaking her face. "Honestly, I would prefer not to," she confessed, squeezing her knees to the redness. "Every time I even lay down, I feel sick. Perhaps I'll just sit here," she proceeded, and glimpsing how he knitted his brows, added, "If ya would like to, ya can go to sleep yerself. I don't mind, really, and I won't disturb ya, I promise."

"So, the problem is that you can't lay down, isn't it?" he spotted, at which she nodded. "But the sleeping itself isn't the problem, correct?" he inquired more, receiving just another nod from her, this time more confused. "Okay, I can work with that."

Afterward, he climbed his legs on the soft material of the blanket and turned his back to her, so it was just in front of her, before crossing his legs, stretching his back by lifting his arms in the air and rolling out his shoulders. With much satisfaction, Hiccup observed the show served before her, and as he finished it, he glanced at her and called her over with a swing of his head, but when she didn't react much, still stunned, he rolled his eyes, before grasping her feet, pulling her forward, himself.

At that rather sudden move, Hiccup squealed, before her face impacted the material of his shirt, as the woman smelled Toothless's scent, that typical, sea aroma, and her arms instinctively embraced his body, firmly. Eventually, she raised her eyes, her nose still being plastered to his back, and she bestowed on him the lift of her brow, to which, aware of that man, chuckled, before exhaling calmly and explaining.

"You're sitting, and you're laying on me. Now, you may go to sleep without any nausea."

Blinking at him, puzzled, Hiccup only after a moment understood his words, sensing how comfortable she was and how clear-minded her head was, although instead of listening to her body, which was begging for the rest, she drew farther her head from him, much to his confusion. "Toothless, ya should rest; ya, too, are after a tough day. I can't let ya sacrifice yerself like that," she remarked, attempting to free herself from his hold, ineffectively.

"One night, one way or the other, won't make much difference to me," he admitted, sighing when Hiccup avoided his sight, unhappy. "Freckle, please, let me do that one thing for you. This is the least I can do, also, either way, I won't fall asleep, knowing you are not, and that you may be in pain when I do."

"Are ya sure?" she asked and grinned, once Toothless leaned toward her, and in response, kissed the side of her ear, twisting his neck. "Ye're the best thin' that ever happened to me, ya know that?"

"And you're the best thing that will ever happen to me," he replied, returning to his previous position, while Hiccup laid herself more comfortable on him, much to his delight. "Sleep well, sunshine."

"See ya in the mornin', love," she whispered, sending down the bottom of his neck a single kiss, before being lulled, by his breathing and the sound of his heartbeat, into slumber.