DREKI ~ HTTYD

I.II. How to Fail at Being a Pimp 101

Finh

I felt myself moving before my brain caught up to my actions.

Feet flying over the burning field, I had one goal: catch her.

All was going well with Tyra slaying that dragon until a demon decided to make an appearance. The first thing I had seen that caused me to tear my eyes from Tyra was a burnt orange creature that zipped through the night sky faster than one could blink. What followed after was a blood-curdling cry.

I had never heard that scream before from a dragon. It was too high up for me to identify the species, but its speed and power was unlike anything I had ever seen.

What followed next was Tyra falling out of the sky. My heart lept out of my chest for a split-second before I was racing over the smoking ground to get to her. I faintly registered the burning sensation on the bottoms of my feet, but I ignored it as I desperately tried to get to Tyra before she hit the ground.

I made it just in time, diving under her shadow to break her fall. The smaller body crashed on top of mine, a slight "umph" of air leaving her chest as she made contact with me. I sat up quickly, cradling her limp body in my arms.

"Shit, shit, shit," I mumbled under my breath, looking up to see her entire family descending upon me. Her parents and brother surround me, frantically checking on Tyra who was unresponsive.

"We need to get her to the healer," Lagertha orders and I nod, picking Tyra up off the ground as I stand.

"I got her," I promise, and we all quickly take off.

We race back through town, hardly noticing that the other dragons have fled. We pass Gobber's hut and Astrid's head pops out the window, face falling at the sight. She hurries outside and matches our quick pace, immediately questioning us.

"What the hell happened?" the girl asks, running alongside our group.

I don't reply, so Bjorn answers. "Dragon."

"Well, no shit," Astrid grumbles as we arrive at the healer's hut. I push through the door and frantically look around for Helga, our town healer. "Helga!" I call to the woman on the other side of the room. "We need you."

"In the middle of something," she calls, tending to another Viking.

"Now," I order, tone laced with fury. That guy will be fine if he's not immediately cared for. I couldn't say the same for Tyra, who fell one hundred feet out of the air.

Helga comes over with an irritated expression. "I know you're the chief's son, but you can't just... oh no." Her face falls at Tyra, who was curled up in my arms. She motions to the table nearby and I gently lay the girl down for Helga to inspect her.

The healer bends slightly over Tyra's form before glancing back up at me. "Finh Haddock, I could use some space."

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I take a few steps back. Bjorn is at my side with his parents, and we all watch, riddled with anxiety.

It's silent for ten minutes before Helga sits back and says, "She'll be alright."

I released a huge breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

"When will she wake up?" Lagertha asked, brow furrowed with worry.

"A day or so," Helga replies, moving to whip up some medicine. Lagertha nods slowly, approaching her unconscious daughter and gently stroking her hair. Ragnar took one of Tyra's hands and kissed it, thanking Odin under his breath. Bjorn stayed next to me, but he was considerably relieved. So was I.