Hiccup x Reader 2

Chapter 10: Allowed to Rest.

Flying on a baby dragon as fast as it possibly could go; although extremely dangerous is the most fun that I've had in years. Ice surrounding us as we weave through the cold walls. With everyone screaming behind us I smile brightly, looking ahead I see Hiccup flying ahead of all of us.

"I don't want to die!" Fishlegs scrams from next to me.

"Fishlegs you're fine! Cry if you have to but keep your head in the game!" I shout back to him and he flips me off.

"We can't fly these things!" Tuffnut complains.

"Yeah no kidding." Fishlegs says before slamming into an ice rock and flying through it.

"But won't that Bewilderbeast just take control of these guys too?" Astrid asks.

"They're babies they don't listen to anyone!" Hiccup tells her.

"Just like you Astrid~" I sing song as my dragon races ahead of theirs.

"This is-" Gobber screams as he's slammed into a wall twice. "Very dangerous!"

"Do we want safety or do we want results?" I ask him.

"I don't want to hear it out of you." Gobber saws pointing to me before his attention goes to Hiccup. "Some might suggest this is poorly conceived." Gobber tells Hiccup as his baby dragon bounces him.

"We'll it's a good thing that I never listen." Hiccup says laying low on his dragon to try and increase speed and balance.

"So-what's the-plan?" Gobber asks Hiccup as we're separated by a wall but there were holes he talked through.

"Get Toothless back and kick Drago's ass!" Hiccup shouts.

"Heads up!" Gobber shouts as we avoid overhead ice.

"And that thing." Hiccup says as we fly over the wall of ice; although Gobber did slam right into it.

Third Person View:

Berk lay in peace the other glow of the towns flames illuminate against the dark sky. A rumbling filled the air loudly but not a soul was disturbed; a large, gray scaled claw sunk down on an ancient Viking statue its roar filling the air's silence.

A trilling rumbles through the streets of the village and the first of the dragons belonged to Gothi. Her small hoard of dragons that cover her small body spring awake and violently fly out of her windows and doors. The old woman hobbles with her cane onto her balcony her body becoming overcome with fear at the sight of the Bewilderbeast and its swarm of dragons.

The next is a man just scratching his loving dragons belly; calling him a good boy and cuddling before they both retire to bed. Though unlike most nights his Groncle suddenly stops before flying out of the hut knocking all the furniture in his wake. "Hey! Watch the furniture! Where are you going?!" The Viking shouts looking out as his dragon flies to the monster on the horizon. The man gasps and cowers against his door frame taking in the beast lead by a dark figure he couldn't see.

All the Vikings of Berk emerge from their homes and from the great hall gasping and calling for their beloved dragons. As Spitelout, Snotlout's father runs towards the end of the island he and the rest of the island freeze in fear. Watching without being able to do anything as the Bewilderbeast rears back it's head horns flashing to the village. Everyone's attention is brought to the man riding Toothless all curious to where Hiccup may be.

"Your chief is dead!" Drago announces to the village the happy smile overtaking his face sends fear.

Cries of grief leave the crowd in disbelief that Stoick was gone; that their protector was no longer with them. "No one can protect you now." Drago tells them as he raises his staff toward the Bewilderbeast. Nobody could even scream before its head had been drawn back and released a wave of ice over the people.