Author's Note: Here it is! I've been again inspired by this Movie. You can bet I was one of the first in line to get a copy when it came out on video.
Disclaimer: I OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON…..a movie copy of it, at least…
"TRAITORS! BETRAYERS! I'LL EAT EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" roared the Queen with such force that my teeth started to vibrate.
Instinctively I tensed, shutting my eyes tight against an expected mental assault.
This, fortunately, wasn't the case. It took me a moment to realize that the Queen hadn't been addressing me with that roar.
She was screaming at the fleeing dragons.
'Mutiny?' It was the only thing that made sense, except that it didn't really make any sense. Dragons have a very healthy sense of self preservation and abandoning the Queen, who could draw them back to the Nest even if they didn't want to, was Not a good idea.
Except they weren't coming back. The Queen's mind was vast, but even she couldn't control thousands of dragons all at the same time. Plus, for the first time, she seem…disoriented. Shifting her attention between the fleeing dragons, to the Vikings on the beach, to me, and back. She didn't seem to know where to start.
Fortunately for her, the Vikings made the choice obvious. After a startled retreat (which had they any sense of self preservation they would have kept doing), they all started shouting, firing their catapults at the Queen.
Which proves that Viking are the dumbest humans in the world. The boulders bounced off her hide like suicidal flies. She didn't even truly notice the assault until one managed to strike her in the face. The only thing that managed to accomplish was getting her attention.
"YOU DIE FIRST!" she roared, crushing the nearest catapult like one crushes a bug.
It was then, that the Vikings finally realized the impossibility of taking on this moving mountain of muscles and scales, and did something that Vikings have never ever done in their entire history.
They tried to flee back to their boats.
"YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME THAT EASILY!" cried the Queen again, her words carried along by a raging inferno that echoed out of her mouth towards the boats. Towards me.
It was like I had entered Hellheim early, flames catching fire to the specially treated, supposedly fire-proof, wood of the Viking ships. It was nothing short of divine intervention (now if only they would get me out of this mess completely) that the ship I was on wasn't immediately reduced to cinders. Even more so the leather of my flight saddle and fin (although I would have been more appreciative if it had burned off this infuriating muzzle). As a dragon, I had no real fear of fire, but the smoke felt like it was starting to choke my lungs, and an ominous creaking had started that could only be coming from the burning mast. The mast that would no doubt end up falling on top of me.
My body again tried to fight against my bounds, even as my mind finally gave up. Even if by some miracle I did manage to get out of my restraints, what would be the point? I would still end up dead, either eaten by the Queen or killed as the final act of some stupid Viking who wanted the glory of killing a Night Fury as he entered Valhalla. There came a time when you just give up the ghost. To just accept your fate. To..
'TOOTHLESS!' came a voice screeching through my head like a Viking call to arms. One that was kind and familiar, and could never be the Queen. Which really only left one person it could be.
'HICCUP!' I cried out with both mind and muzzled voice. His fresh sense of determination and defiance relighting my own; even as I considered how in the universe's infinite humor he could be here. I strained my watering (mostly due to smoke I told myself) eyes to try to see through the sheets of flames, but only managed to see several small shapes that were circling one much larger one that was obviously the Queen. One of them suddenly broke off from the others and headed in my direction.
With a quick flap, Birdeyes suddenly burst through the flames carrying both Astrid an Hiccup (!) on her back. At any other time, I probably have questioned the complete impossibility of this. That Birdeyes had willingly carried not one but two humans on her back, back to the Nest where she would know that the Queen would kill her on sight, but, really, that amazement was sidelined by the fact that Hiccup was here.
That he was jumping off Birdeyes back. That he was promising me that he'd get me out of here. That he'd removed my muzzle and was trying to pry the chains out of the wood with a piece of metal (that had to have been scalding hot from the fire). Right now, I wanted him to be here more than anything, but also wanted him as far away as possible. I could tell that he'd wasn't going to manage to get me free, he didn't have the strength, but I somehow could roar at him to go.
Then, somehow, we were both in the air. It took me a moment to actually realize that we weren't flying, but had instead been catapulted from the ship by the Queen's foot (purposeful or not, I can't be sure), father away into deeper water. Hiccup managing to hold onto one of the rails and staying with me for the entire, unorthodox, flight.
It was only once I'd hit the water, all the colder from having just come from a raging inferno, that I realized that the device I was in was going to serve it's original purpose after all. I was going to drown.
And even still, there was Hiccup, having lost his metal pole, but still trying to pull free the chains with his bare hands. It was right then, that I finally saw him as a Viking. But not the dragon's blood thirsty Viking that I was taught they were, but all the stupid, stubborn, bravery that had made Vikings a match for even the mightiest of dragons was right there beside me, trying to save me. I couldn't let him do that, let him die for me. Desperately, I shook my head around, trying to dislodge him, but human lungs were not as deep as those of a dragon. Within seconds, I started to see the light go out of his eyes as they closed, his struggles less fevered, his mind going dimmer, and his body going slack. But he still clung to the chains, still refused to let go even through unconsciousness. It was only when something large grabbed him that his grip finally give out.
I let out a gurgled cry, thinking for one horrified instant that a shark or some similar underwater beast had taken him, until I saw the heavy brown cloak (not a very practical thing to wear underwater), and strands of fiery red hair that I realized that Hiccup was safe. At least, for the moment. With that thought in mind, I felt myself start to ebb as well. Normally, a dragon could hold it's breath for over an hour if necessary, but I had not had a chance to grab a breath before I'd gone under and what air I had in my lungs was filled with smoke. I'd not last much longer, but somehow that was okay. Having Hiccup be with me was it's own breath of fresh air, the cold water a numbing bed.
I started to nod off, almost ready to breathe in that pleasant numbing water and finally end it, but life had another idea. My eyes shot open at the sudden current crashing into my face, staring at the man who had created it, the man who had saved Hiccup when I couldn't, the man who had started this whole mess to begin with. My anger at him from what seemed a lifetime ago came rushing at me with full force, but tempered by the knowledge that this man had saved Hiccup. That, despite his actions, their seemed to be a genuine part of him that cared about his son. I was not connected to him like I was with Hiccup, but looking in his eyes, I think I saw similar thoughts running through his mind as well.
With a sudden move, he gripped the edges of the collar around my neck, and, exerting more force than any man should be able to underwater, broke them at their couplings. Again we just stared at each other, not especially knowing what to think. I was free and he was vulnerable, but like his son before him, I could never kill one who just freed me. With the smallest of snarls, I shot myself up, grabbing onto that cloak of his and carrying us both out of the water. Unto a nearby spit of rock where I could see Hiccup pacing nervously.
I let the large Viking go nearer the water and flap past Hiccup to stand on a higher portion of the rock. I watched as the dragons that had been held captive by the Vikings only this morning fought against their worst fear to protect those same captors, already two of their number down. One young Viking boy going so far as to be on the Queen's head and smashing his hammer repeatedly into the eyes on her right side. The Queen having gone insane in her rage, only being coherent enough to scream obscenities at her attackers, but unable to focus enough to make the dragons bow to her mind. It was complete and utter madness.
Yet, somehow, it was a madness that seemed very appealing as I took in my first breath of crisp air. Both fire and water had purged me of any fear, leaving only the cold steel of determination to see this to the end, for better or worse. Turning to Hiccup, I could see and feel that he felt the same.
"Right," was his only word as he jumped up on my back. Readying for what would likely be our first and only fight together. Only one doubt lingered in his mind. The cause stopping us before we could start.
"Hiccup!" shouted Hiccup's sire, grabbing hold of Hiccup's hand. Something about the man's expression told me he did not mean to prevent his son, but just had something he had to say. "I'm…sorry. For for everything," he stuttered, probably not used to saying such things.
"Yeah, me too," agreed Hiccup, thinking on all the lies and secrets and mistakes that he'd made.
"You don't have to go up there." (I wondered if he was watching the same fight, what else could we do?)
Some of Hiccup's wry humor came out. "We're Viking's, it's an occupational hazard."
Briefly, I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition from those words, before he continued, placing his other hand on Hiccup's arm. "I'm proud to call you my son."
I almost reeled at the impact that such simple words had on Hiccup. It was like a weight that not even I, being in Hiccup's mind, had known was so heavy was lifted. "Thanks, Dad," Hiccup only managed to choke out. He gave me one look to reorient himself, then we were off. Flapping up and up, drying both of us off as we ascended.