Our Curse (Remake)

Exposed

When Hiccup entered the arena, being currently boiled by the brightest sun, having at herself about dozens of eyes, it'd been then that the bars returned to their previous position, at the very ground. In the meantime, Toothless, who stayed still, left behind inside that tunnel, inhaled shakily just as the metal touched the stone, ultimately undergoing his need for so, which he'd held for long.

Hereafter, his eyes fixed on the woman's figure, never allowing his sight out of her, thus, he'd watched her being ahead of the secured cell, which was soon to be opened, and from which busted the flaming, furious Monstrous Nightmare. When set free, the dragon, wearing the bright, red scales, roared loudly, not having much of an effect on the man, before running around the whole place, searching for the exit, apparently.

Nevertheless, Toothless wouldn't mind much, even when the mentioned Nightmare flashed in front of his face, his attention on Hiccup, who looked calm enough for him not to worry much, yet not enough to not worry at all. Ultimately, as he'd not found the searched getaway, the dragon shifted his focus to what was nigher, precisely the woman in the center, hence, inducing a tremble down the man's spine, who chewed his knuckles, anxiously.

At some point, having the Nightmare coming closer and closer to her, his eyes slit at her, Hiccup unhooked her baldric, disarming herself, the shocked mumbles and clear laughs evident over her head. Of course, Toothless was aware of the gesture's purpose - she'd demonstrated it to him once when gaining the Gronckle's trust - yet, he couldn't help otherwise, but internally beg her to pick the weapon up, to stay safe.

Ultimately, Hiccup pulled her hand to the Nightmare's snout, speaking all the while, to the dragon, to the people, although Toothless didn't listen, he didn't listen to anything at all, his racing heartbeat rumbling in his ears. At that moment, he could've done only one - pray, pray to the gods that he'd read about in Hiccup's books, pray to Odin, Freya, and Tyr, pray for Hiccup's success and safety, pray that everything would be alright.

Unfortunately, the gods had a rather history of fucking with his life, and today just as well.

Suddenly, a loud, metal sound was made, loud enough that even Toothless heard it, overtaking the noise of his own heart, and while the very reason for it didn't trouble him much, the consequences did. Stampeded, the Nightmare, just as formerly, slit his eyes at Hiccup, the bond, that they'd managed to form, shattered, and before the woman could've reacted, the male's head shoved her away, straight into the wall.

Consequently, Toothless didn't waste any time, darted away from outside the arena's tunnel, and by the frame itself, looked for anybody with authority, relieved merely when glimpsing Gobber, standing by the tall, bucket-headed man.

"What you're waiting for, shitheads?!" he yelled at them, actually receiving their attention, his heart sinking at the sight of fire behind their back. "Open it up, now!"

Thereafter, he'd not waited for their reaction, rushed back to his previous standing by the thick bars, growing impatient of their motionlessness, trying to spot Hiccup among the flashes of the Monstrous Nightmare. At that point, she'd held her burned, upper arm, her face expressing the pain and fatigue, whilst sticking to the arena's corners, aiming herself for the sword, currently laying in the middle of the arena.

One would say then, that it couldn't get any worse, alas, they'd be mistaken, because, for any reason, Gobber entered inside, his pace swift despite limping, and approached Toothless, his rounded eyes carrying the bad news, already.

"The Nightmare melted the liftin' mechanism," Gobber explained, then gripped the bars with his healthy hand whereas the axe prosthesis fit into them. "C'mon, help me move it up."

There hadn't been a need to repeat Toothless that - immediately, he'd snatched the metal and, not waiting any longer, strained to raise it with all his might, gnashing his teeth under the ache, alas, they'd moved it by inches, at tops.