ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Lightening Strikes the Heart

Author: transteverogers

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3815626

Summary:

Liam's the first dragonless rider in over 4 centuries so that kind of sucks. That is, until Zayn shows up and things get a little out of hand from then on but neither boy complains. Until shit hits the fan, like it always does.

(AKA "Too Hot, Hot Damn, Make a Dragon Wanna Retire Man")

Liam wakes up by a loud, rough knocking on his door, startling him so much he nearly falls out of his bed- cot is probably a more appropriate word, honestly.

"Up at 'em Payne!" The voice calls, Liam's not sure who it is, honestly. He's only been at the dragon rider camp for about a month now, two days ago being his enrolment to the camp, officially a dragon rider, Liam couldn't believe it. After all those months and hard work, every thing's paid off. Today's the day too. The day he gets his dragon. Liam smiles giddily to himself, biting his lip to try and conceal a grin. He gets dressed quickly, pulling on some clothes (nothing fancy, just some beige trousers, a black tank top and the fur cap with a sash that goes across his chest- free from any metals or badges)and leaving his bedroom at the same time as one of the other newbies that Liam had become friends with during his training, a happy-go-lucky Irish boy named Niall.

"Ready for today?" He asks with a grin, rubbing his hands together gleefully as they head down the hall and out into the camp.

"Been ready since I was born." Liam says honestly, grin not leaving his own face. The camp wasn't very large, it was based up in the mountains so really it just had the huge building (called by everyone The Hall) behind them that had everything from the dorm rooms to the kitchens, with a thick wood wall surrounding the court yard, where most of the dragon riders were. There were a few stalls outside, things like the blacksmiths and the makeshift medics, filled with potions and herbs hanging outside.

The courtyard was quiet for once, the older dragon riders hanging back as the new recruits head to line up by the long table in front of The Hall, with what has to be over 30 dragon eggs sitting on it. There were only 5 new recruits. Niall, Liam, Kelly, Grace and Robin. Niall and Liam were the last two, joining the end of the line just as the commander, an older man who went by the name Cowell steps up to the table.

"Your past 3 months of training have lead you here, to this exact moment. To the moment that you receive your dragon and become a true dragon rider."

"Draco in hav vita sumus, et sedentium in aeternum." The older dragon riders chant out and there's the smallest hint of a smile on Cowell's face before he turns back to the new recruits.

"You have succeeded where many others have failed and for that, you are now our brothers and sisters." He says, motioning for the first person in the line (Grace) to walk forward and begin running her hand over the eggs.

She walks slowly, her small hand lightly tracing over the eggs before finally touching a smaller, soft blue egg with darker blue randomly splashed on it. It begins to shake and crack as soon as her fingers touch it and before anyone can blink, a small head is popping out of the egg, making a small yawning noise. Grace cooes softly, helping it break out of the egg and as soon as it is, the dragon slowly makes its way up her arm.

"Sister Grace, rider of the water." Cowell calls out, grabbing one of his buttons and pining it on her cloak's sash. "Join your fellow water riders." She's welcomed by a small group (maybe 5 or 6 people, Liam can't tell for sure), all patting her on the back yet careful not to touch her new dragon.