Our Curse (Remake)

Survivor

The rest, of the previous day, had elapsed rather without batting an eye - sequentially had Hiccup hustled for the training, gotten scolded by the Gobbler, finalized it with another wave of ordinary laughter, and upon spending the rainstorm underneath the roof of the forge, stayed there for the night. When being woken up by the reddish rays of the sun, her body rather weirdly spread on the mattress, she'd outright leaped from it, dressed up into the iris tunic, having sewn-in, dark ornaments, and hurried outside.

If one had been asked, about the matter of why she'd been so in a rush, nobody would've answered, within questioning much more baffling ask, of when they'd ever seen, the young heir, as delighted as she'd been, currently. However, not only would they have questions, but also the woman herself, rather puzzled, bursting with the fuel of a nameless source, which dragged her unscathed self to the entry of the cove.

At the very outset, she'd glimpsed Toothless, resting on his stomach, his snout plastered to the pair of paws, pressed into the soil, his eyes gently shut, although at once, sensing her presence, he snapped them at her, and soon after, regretted that. What he gazed at, wasn't the beaming woman, the brightly smiling one, but the lady, who smirked at him, much viciously, leaning her side at the stone border, even nodded at him, pompously, whilst he'd rolled his eyes, mourning over every decision made yesterday - of teaching her, for one.

For that matter, that day promised to be lengthy, mercilessly lengthy, convened with the man teaching the woman the theory of flying, since relying upon Hiccup's instinct was out of the question, and later on, the practice itself. Hence, the two creatures of the night - the female and male - over and over again circled the entire, floral space, their wings maintaining them in the air, assigning themselves the obstacles, such as the trees.

"Stop thinking so much about the wings, focus on the tail at last," Toothless lectured, continually observing her troublesome turns. "If that will continue, you will smash into the tree, I guarantee."

With quite a difficulty, Hiccup gazed at him whilst he'd floating just over her, barely managing to uphold her glide when she pointed out, "Yet, it is the wings, without whom I would not even be in the air, so why prioritize tail so much?" panting rather exhausted.

"The wings perform the matching movements with each push - even you should be able to memorize them, by now," he mocked, and soon after, was bestowed with a fierce glare. "It is the tail that gives most of the control, and yes, you would have flown without it, although up and down only. Also, quit the questioning, just trust what I am saying."

"And why should I so?" she inquired, her mouth curved into a grin, whilst glancing at him, with the side of her eye.

"Maybe, because I am the one in charge, and also, rather have a much better experience, will you not agree?" he noted, not even seeking to disguise his smug expression.

"You may have, but you may also keep things from me, secrete them, maybe even lie," she stated, added when he'd raised his eyebrow arch at her, askance, "After all, would it not be a shame for you if I became faster than you? You would never allow that, would you?"

"I will never seize that overthinking, delusional head of yours," he remarked, but before that, snorted at her previous sentence, amused. "Biologically you could be faster, however, the keyword is could be."

"And why is that?"

"Are you, for serious, asking that?" he queried, gaping at her when she'd stayed, for real, serious. "Maybe, because I have got literally years of background, while all you have are not even hours!"

"Talk all you want, wiseass," she began, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as she held her chin up. "For now, let's find it out."

Immediately, she'd bolted forward, setting her wings in motion, at, indeed, the quick pace, although the way by which her body swayed in the air, hence he stared at her, the one thought in his mind - that is going to be good. Eventually, entitling her to a head start, at last, he'd dashed after her, soon after, appeared just over her tail, and, at the view of so, the female managed to hasten up, much to his delight, within having her body tensed by fatigue.