Tyra
As smart as Hiccup is, he's kind of a fucking idiot.
There. I said it.
We stumbled through the forest, using a trail of destroyed trees (made by a falling Night Fury) as our guide.
"Oh, the gods hate me," Hiccup moans. "Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire DRAGON?!"
"Hiccup," I pant. "You can slow down a little."
He looks back at me, bewildered. "Why are you so out of breath? You're way faster than me."
"Oh, I don't know," I grumble, stopping to lean on a tree. "Maybe because all the WIND got knocked out of my lungs last night as I fell off a freaking dragon?!"
"And whose fault is that?"
Mine. "I hate you."
He laughs, grabbing my arm to pull me along. "C'mon Tyra, you're fine... woah."
Yeah, woah, alright. "We found your Night Fury," I mumble.
"Oh WOW!" Hiccup explodes, my ear drums rattling. "I did it. Oh, I DID IT! This fixes everything! YES! I have brought down this mighty beast!"
He hops down by the dragon, who stirs at his loud shouts. Hiccup steels himself, drawing his knife from his belt and holding it over the dragon. "I'm going to kill you, dragon. I'm gonna... cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking. I am a VIKING!"
"Hiccup..." I start. "I don't think we should do this anymore."
He looks at me, confused. I motion to the Night Fury, who lays still. "It's... afraid."
Hiccup looks down at the dragon, who closes its frightened eyes. Hiccup's arms fall at his sides. "I did this..." he mumbles. I step down next to Hiccup and place a hand on his shoulder. Hiccup suddenly drops to his knees, sawing away at the ropes that bind the dragon.
I plop down next to him and help, cutting the ropes from the Night Fury's black scales. The last rope is cut, and the dragon suddenly rolls over, pouncing on us. It bears down, roaring loudly with malice before escaping deeper into the forest.
Hiccup faints next to me, his limp body collapsing on mine. Gasping for air, I try to bring my heart rate down to a normal pace.
Holy shit. We almost just died.
But we didn't. That Night Fury had every right to kill us. Hurt us. Eat us. Burn us. Anything. But he didn't.
The wheels start turning in my head as I sit by an unconscious Hiccup, pondering everything I thought I knew about dragons.
This Night Fury, one of the most dangerous creatures on the planet, didn't kill us even after it was threatened. I mean sure, humans aren't part of the Night Fury diet, but he still could have killed Hiccup and me without eating us.
What if we could live in peace with these creatures?
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Finh
Tyra has her father's eyes. Cold, bright blue irises that seemed to capture your soul. And right now, they had my full attention.
She glared at me with those unforgiving eyes as I stopped dead in my tracks, forgetting what I was originally saying to her. Probably something rude.
"...Finh?" Bjorn glanced over at me. "Are you gonna finish what you were saying, orrr..."
I shake my head, tearing my eyes away from her. "Sorry, your sister was trying to possess me with those demon-eyes."
Bjorn stifled a laugh as Tyra's face turned even more murderous. Someone wasn't in the mood for my antics today.
"Finh, if you don't have something better to do, please go fuck one of your whores," Tyra spit, pulling Hiccup past us.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to your savior," I retort, folding my arms over my chest.
Tyra rolled her eyes. "Shoving me under the roof of Gobber's? Yeah, very helpful. You might've been better off catching me when I plummeted one hundred feet from the sky last night."
I grin as Bjorn says, "Well, actually..."
"Actually what?" she stops, turning to us.
"Actually, I did stop your fall," I roll my eyes. "So you can lose the attitude with me, óst min."
"See, you just fucked up," Tyra replied, continuing to walk. "I was just about to get down and grovel at your feet until you ended your sentence with that." By "that" she meant my nickname for her. She thought I did it out of spite.
Newsflash: I didn't call her it out of spite.
Not like I could tell her. She'd probably punch me in the face and Bjorn would hate me forever. Tyra's off limits.
"Grovel?" I ask, catching up to walk with her and Hiccup. "I take back what I said. Wanna rethink it now?"
"Oh please," she coughs. "I would never get on my knees for you."
Tyra, I don't think you realized what you just said.
"Uh... that sounds..." Hiccup stammers, but I brush him aside. "Go find Dad," I order my younger brother. "He needs to speak with you."
"About what?" Hiccup asks, confused.
"You'll see," I wave him away. "Just go."
Hiccup dutifully listens, heading off for home. I turn back to Tyra, who is watching me through squinty eyes.
"What?" I ask.
"What's that all about?" she questions, folding her arms across her chest. I shrug. Her gaze slides over to Bjorn, who fidgets uncomfortably under her stare. See what I mean? She's like a mini-Ragnar, making even the strongest Vikings nervous.
I sigh, rubbing my eyes. "Alright, you can know. Stoick wants Hiccup to start dragon training."
"What?!" Tyra bursts. "No, no, no! He can't!"
"Why not?" I ask, suddenly feeling defensive over my brother. "You used to support his dreams of dragon-slaying. What changed?"
"I... it's not important," she mumbles. Hmm. There's something she's not telling us.
"Well, it doesn't matter what you think," I reply. "He's doing it with the rest of you. Bjorn and I will be at your lessons from here on out to help Gobber."
Tyra groans. "You two are the last ones I want to see every day."
Bjorn laughs, patting his sister on the shoulder. "Sorry, Tiri. Don't worry though. It's not you that we'll be babysitting. It's the other ones in there we have to look out for."
"I don't know," I shrug. "Tyra can't kill a dragon. She's a bit wimpy that way."
She rolls her eyes. "I can't kill a dragon; you can't pull a woman. Maybe we should give each other lessons."
"I can pull plenty of women," I protest. "I just don't want any of them."
"That's exactly what a guy who can't pull women would say," she throws her hands up, as if to say "sorry." She glances over at Bjorn and cocks her head to the left. "C'mon. I haven't eaten all day."
Bjorn nods and leaves with his sister, bidding me a quick goodbye. I watch them leave, smiling to myself as Bjorn punches Tyra on the arm, causing the shorter girl to retaliate by shoving her brother with all her body weight.
Off limits.
I really need to work on that.
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A/N: another one done!!!
after this chapter, things should start picking up. I'm not quite sure how I wanted Tyra to be introduced to HER dragon, but it'll happen soon. i need to figure that out. i also want to try and make PART I last a little longer before we jump into the second movie plot. i keep forgetting this isn't a tv show like Teen Wolf, so it's not going to be as long.
i hope you guys liked it, please give me any feedback!!
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