CONTENTS OF How to Train Your Dragon | Race to the Edge , How to Train Your Dragon 1/2/3 BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS.
Y/N awoke with a gasp, his eyes darting everywhere. to the shut door, to the ceiling, to his empty drawers. The only thing keep...
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WAKE UP, LOKI. CHAPTER TWO.
—Y/N wheezed, His breathing seemed uneven as he was dragged onto HookFang, who was one of the only dragons able to carry two people. (Also one of the dragons with the least Armour due to their ability to set themselves onfire) although the dragon did nothing more then growl in discomfort. "I know Hooky. Just a little flight back." Snotlout tried, practically leaning over the limp body.
It took a minute, but everyone in the ship was successfully overboard or unconscious.
There was a loud thud and an annoyed roar coming from the dragon. "It's alright Hookster! We can just carry em in those big 'ol claws of yours."
Hiccup sighed, everyone else already in the air. Astrid did the honors and remasked the unknown male, remembering how it was a in some vikings honor it was their entire identity. With respect twoards the man, she'd been nice enough to check for injuries as Hiccup and the gang rounded up the last of the hunters.
"Alright! Let's go gang!" Snotlout shouted confidently, Hookfang now holding the unknown person inbetween his claws as they made the ten minute trek back to the Edge. During any boat ride, that'd bee at least a days worth of journeying.
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Flapjack couldn't help but nestle in further twoards Hunters cold stomach. The hoodie been freezing ever sense they had gotten wet. The red palismen was lucky. He remembered it all so clearly.
It was just minutes earlier where a hand reached unto the pocket, seemingly looking for something. Flapjack had never pressed against Y/N's stomach so much, he could practically hear Y/N'S blood flowing as the hand clasped onto the kaleidoscope and removed it. Flap waited until it was a good few minutes until he felt Y/N fall limply to the floor. Then, only then, did he relax and breath.
After all the shit flapjack had just been through, it was a miracle he was awake at this point. The red bird still shivering as he gently pinched Y/N's stomach, trying to get the boy to wake up. The only reaction he'd gotten was him tensing up from time to time, andeven that was rare.
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t wasn't long before flying was stationary, all movement stopping as they arrived to their destination. Flapjack peeked out of the pocket, A brunette moving to carry Y/N bridal style as they all went inside what seemed to be a bedroom. Walls lined with fin prothstetics and blueprints or drawings of diffrent dragons.
"Why can't he go on the floor." The shorter, more stubby, one asked, a sneer on his face as the group surrounded the bed Y/N was placed on. "Because we don't know if he's okay." Astrid answered with the same snippy tone, except this time directed at the boy.
"He'll be fine." And with a roll of his eyes cane a low grumble. Probably from a dragon, Flapjack couldn't tell which one. "What's with the mask?" A Girls rough voice cut in, a hand reaching out. Before Flappy could even begin to bite, another hand grabbed it. It was the second brunette. "It's just respect. We can't get on their bad side. Did you see how he took all of you down with just one hand?" Hmm, Flapjack could maybe tolerate the one whom just spoke. He's got some common sense.
"Come on, Astrid will keep an eye on him for tonight. Toothless and I will be on patrol." Shuffling was heard before a door shut. A chair was moved and blonde hair was seen. FlapJack guessed this was Astrid.
"Don't mind them." She hummed, moving her braid off her shoulder. "They're just.. paranoid. After what happened with Johan a week ago, I can't blame them." A small croon was heard behind her. "I know girl. Let's just get to bed." She whispered.
The two left from view, although probably not far.
Flapjack could only hope his friend would wake soon.
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