Our world

The struggle

Good morning, gang, or good night, or good afternoon, I don't know. I have a question, because, as you know, I made that story M-rated because I decided to make it a little more, eghm, spicy *cough cough* The lake *cough cough, however, such chapters will almost 100 percent of the time be outside the story, won't lead anything into any plot, while the rest of chapters are very much alike to their original - Our curse of course - so, should I change the story rating to the T and warn, whenever a chapter is going to be M-rated or leave it be?

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When did his life get a such turnaround, when did all of that time pass, and when exactly, what was the reason, the point where all of that began? That's were the questions Toothless was asking himself at this stage, although he knew the very answer to each of them, and each of them had the same one - Hiccup - he still questioned himself about it.

Leaning over one of the bushes, actually using it as his hiding space Toothless observed and analyzed not only the area before himself but also, around him. At the front, placed was some kind of half-forest, half-stone Dragon nest in which gathered already somewhere around a dozen of these creatures, while behind him he could hear, and glimpse slightly, his supposed allies, having some kind of best time of life, somehow.

The first of his mentioned focuses was the main one, and already, the man was able to gather some of the information, but not enough of it to be done with everything and go back home. What he knew, was the species of these, which were very typical and common, what he noticed was rather strange, aggressive behavior of the pack against each other, and what he realized was the fact that he couldn't be back home as fast as he wished, so far.

As for his second focus, he just wanted to kill everybody off at that point - Fishlegs, as well as Meatlug who had her paw embraced by a bandage, were grinning experiencing nest from so close, Snotlout was struggling with Hookfang about something in the dragon's mouth, Twins came up with some kind of new game, about beating records from what he caught, and only Heather was helpful in that case, although badly because her constant questions annoyed him already.

The only thing, at this time, that prevented him from going mad, was Hiccup's last words, which she said to him before he left, that sounded in his ears from the very moment of leaving the clubhouse. Be back soon, her whisper, which seemed in his head as an exclaim rather than mutter, was for him like a snapping point, like a boost of determination, in order to come back home. To come back to her.

"Toothless, do you know anything at all?" Heather asked, as the man, just then, was registering her words next to his ear. "I know you do, so say something finally!"

"They have very limited space," he muttered, keeping his gaze at the front, receiving Heather's whole attention. "It's the first time that I see so many dragons gathered in such a small opening," he acknowledged, narrowing his eyes as well as hardening his expression. "They must have been outcasting themselves."

"Outcasting?" she repeated, staring at him questioningly, while he only sighed. "Why would they outcast their own?"

"Maybe, because 's survival of the fittest," Snotlout answered, crooning, before Toothless could do that, leaning himself on the irritated man's shoulder. "There is little of places, so only the strongest ones can get one, and while Nadders appears to be one of the finest species, there are others, far more superior than them, that's why they had to leave," he explained, while Heather nodded at him, understanding, and Toothless stayed blank, he bent even closer to him, smirking proudly. "I am right, am I not? Ya can't disagree with me, and ya know and hate that, don't ya?"

Not even turning his head toward him, Toothless placed his whole hand over the other's face, gaining from him muffled exclaims, before he continued. "Here's no surprise that Nadders were ruled out. The whole area is enveloped by large trees, making it impossible for any kind of flying fights and triggering it to be just a close combat arena," he pointed out, and just then let go of Snotlout's head, who glowered at him, panting in the meantime. "Not even mentioning the lack of any room to develop some speed - it's obvious Nadders had no chance."