vii. the thorston dynasty

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𖣯 ✹ 🌷(makligr) ꏍ !┈─❟
╰───►chapter seven; hiccup
❝ the thorston dynasty!






     "IT BEGAN with one Fireworm, and as we were flying back, we kept seeing more and more."

    Hiccup had a grave feeling in the pit of his stomach at the multiple patches of fire below. Flying over the forest at the Edge with the team, he set his jaw, trying to push away the burning ache of his nose at the smoke. Fishlegs hugged Meatlug nervously, retelling his story of seeing the Fireworms on his census trip.

    "Do you think they're migrating?" wondered Astrid from Stormfly.

     "If they were migrating, the whole island would be on fire," grumbled Hiccup, scowling at another patch of flames at the base of some rocks to the left.

    "Not necessarily," said Fishlegs.

    Snotlout rolled his eyes, "Oh, here we go!"

    "When Fireworms migrate, they send out scouts to see if their migration route is safe. If this is a stop along that route━"

    "An entire flock of Fireworms could be coming through here," finished Yrsa, staggering in her flight as Helrose avoided a waft of smoke. Dragon scales are fireproof, but the Devilish Dervish did not wish for any stains.

     "Well, I say, bring 'em on!" cried Tuffnut defiantly out towards the distance. Hiccup arched a brow up at him. He sighed dreamily, leaning onto Belch's horns. "I love those little scorchers."

    "Are you still gonna love them when they all land here and burn our entire island to the ground?" countered Hiccup, tyring to keep his annoyance to a minimum.

     "Yes!" Tuffnut snapped back immediately. Then, he faltered, thinking over what Hiccup had said. "Wait━no. Wait," he frowned down at him, "is that a trick question? Because it's pretty tricky."

     Hiccup slumped in his saddle, already tired. How does Tuffnut just make him wish he had stayed in bed this morning already? It wasn't even midday! Toothless huffed, and Hiccup agreed with him whole-heartedly. He gazed down at the patches of fire; they were small now, but they were going to grow━they needed to start preparations as soon as they could.

    "Fishlegs?" Yrsa seemed to be thinking the same thing. She glanced back at the pudgy Viking. "How much time do we have?"

    "Uh ... it's hard to say," admitted Fishlegs. "If it's a full migration, the rest of them could be here as soon as next week."    

     "Ha!" Snotlout let out, sarcastic. "Good to know━" then, he pulled Hookfang back to a stop. He spun them around. "It's been nice knowing you, island. Snotlout is outlout!"

    Hiccup threw his gaze up to the heavens. "Snotlout!" he snapped and spun Toothless to go after him. With a swift dive, he pulled up in front of him, causing Hookfang to fling his wings out to stop barelling straight into them. "We're not abandoning the island."

    Snotlout peered at him, stubborn, "Uh, yeah, we are. Watch━"

     He tried to head upwards, but Toothless was quick. Hookfang screeched, startled when in seconds, they were in their way again. Snotlout whined, throwing his head back, "Hiccup."

     "Guys, we put too much hard work into this place to just leave," argued Hiccup, scowling at Snotlout with his best intimidating set of his jaw. He tried to copy his father━which must work, since he's managed to keep Snotlout in line as best as he could these past three years (Well ... sort of ...). "Snotlout is not 'outlout'. We're staying. Now let's get to work."

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