Free falling

caught a night fury

sigvards pov:

after the attack in the great hall:

we are in the great hall, having a meeting with the village about going on a search for the nest. stoic is currently trying to convince them that it is a good idea.

"one more search. before the ice sets in." stoic says to the villagers, he sounds confident but I'm not sure about the idea.

"those ships never come back." another viking says, with a bit of desperation. I get it, we have lost friends and family to these things. and these searches have never shown any real progress.

"we're vikings. its an occupational hazard. now who is with me?"stoic trows his fist in the air, but no one follows. he turns slightly to look at me beside him, and I give him a nervous smile. we have been friends for many years now, so I know he won't be mad at me. but I still think this is a bad idea. plus he knows that I hate to leave my family, incase a raid happens when we are gone.

"todays not good for me" a viking says sheepishly. " ive gotta do my axe returns" another follows.

"alright. those who stay will look after hiccup." as Stoic finishes his sentence hands sprint upwards. mine as well. don't get me wrong, I love the lad. he is very nice and he is the best friend of my daughter. but damn can that kid be a handful. and I already have one trouble maker, so no thanks.

"to the ships!"

"I'm with you stoic" spite lout has always been a stuck up to stoic, wanting my position as right hand man. hell I would even say he is reaching for cheif, with the way he acts.

"that's more like it." stoic says dryly. the vikings rush to the door, leaving me, Stoic and Gobber to be alone in the great hall.

"ill pack my undies" Gobber says, and I let out a little laugh at the mans antics.

"no, I need you to stay and train some new recruits." says stoic. I had almost forgot that it was that time of year. I haven't thought about it much, since my daughter doesn't want to join. she wants to focus on her studies with Gothi. and I can't complain, that is the much safer option.

" oh, perfect. and while I'm busy, hiccup can cover the stall. molten steel, razor sharp blades... what could go wrong?" stoic sinks into the bench, brows furrowing.

"what am I going to do with him?"

"you could put him in dragon training with the others." i say as if it is obvious.

" no, I'm serious." stoic says trying to be serious but failing as he slumps.

"so am i" I say finally.

"that's not a bad idea stoic, I believe the lad should be able to prove himself."

stoic turns to us glaring. " he'd be killed before you let out the first dragon out of its cage."

"oh, you don't know that." and I nod in agreement to Gobbers statement.

" i do know that actually." "no you don't". " no I actally do." "no you don't!"

the two bicker like small children. I am used to this though, i have always been the more calm and silent type. These are the impulsives of the group, always has been. and I come with the middle ground, you know adding a little balance.

" listen! you know what he's like. from the day he could crawl he's been... different. he doesn't listen." stoic says defeatedly. " he has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for... for trolls."

"trolls exist! they steal you're socks." Gobber says defesively. "but only the left ones. what's up with that." he ads darkly.

"you know, sometimes its hard to be on you're side on things. cause you bring up stuff like that." I say with a deadpan look.

"DONT TRY SIGVARD! I know you believed in dwarfs before." I nod in defeat.

" when I was a boy..." stoic starts, I roll my eyes, hearing this for the millionth time.

"oh, here we go." goober grumbles out under his breath.

"my father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. and you know what happened?"

"you got a headache?." goober says, just done with this story.

" that rock split in two. it taught me what a viking could do. he could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become." stoic says. "hiccup is not that boy:" he ads defeatedly.

" you can't stop him, stoic, you can only prepare him." I tell stoic, trying to help. " look, I know it seems hopeless. but the truth is you won't always be around to protect him. he's going to get out there again." I ad in a beat tone

" he's probobally out there now." goober adds in the end. and he has no idea how right he just is.

sneak peak with hiccup:

i am holding my note book with a drawn map of the island, as I am walking trough the woods. I look up from the map over a gorge expectantly, and see nothing. I add another x to the map in irritation, then I just start to scribble all over the map and close the book. I put it in my pocket and keep walking.

" uughh, the gods hate me. some people lose their knife or their mug. but no, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon." I wack a low hanging branch and it snaps back at me hitting me in the face. I look at the snapped tree trunk, and I see that there is a long line of teared up earth and trees. as if something had crashed here.

ii follow it to a downed, black dragon, its body and tail are tangled in the rope from my machine. it looks to be dead, I approach it, beaming. ' did I just catch a night fury? no KILLED!?'

"oh wow. I did it. this fixes everything." I say in shock. "YES!" I yell elated. as I strike a pose for my victory, planting my foot on the fallen night fury.

"i have brought down this mighty beast!" I say as if I am in front of a big crowd. but the dragon beneath me, suddenly shifts.

"whoa!" I jump back, terrified. I take my blade and point it at the beast. I start to creep along the length of the weak, wounded dragon, my dagger at the ready.

as I finally get to its head, I find the dragon staring at me with big cold green eyes. I try to look away, but feel my case going back to the night fury unnerving and unflinching stare.

as the dragon can't attack me because of the rope and wounds, I get a little more confidence and start to jab my knife and puffing up my chest.

"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 say in an even and controlled tone.

"I AM A VIKING!" i say loudly, trying to convince myself. I raise my dagger, determined to prove that I am a viking, and a son to be proud of. but then I hear the dragon make a sigh of some sort. I open one of my eyes, and look into its cold stare.

I feel as though I can't do this anymore, it just feels so wrong... then the night fury closes his eyes seemingly to wait for me to deal the final blow, giving up. I try to go through with it, I even hold the dagger at the ready. until I finally lower it in defeat, with a frustrated sigh. I look over at the dragons wounds and the rope binding it to the ground.

"I did this." I mutter ashamed. I turn to leave but pause not long after. I glance at the dragon behind me, its chest heaving. I grumble, and check if anyone is around... then I go towards the dragon and start cutting the ropes.

the night fury eyes shoots opens. with the dragon watching my every move, I hurriedly cut trough the ropes. as the rope falls free, the night fury pounces on me. in a blur, the night fury is on top of me, pinning me down. 'this is why Thorna should be with me, I am going to get myself killed!'

the dragon looks me in the eyes, grabbing my neck. I feel absolutely paralyzed. the dragon breath ruffles my hair.nthe exchange is intense, profound.

the dragon draws a deep breath, as though its gonna torch me. then lets out an ear-piercing scream instead. I gets of me, and takes flight.

violently flaming its wings as he crashes into mountain sides and stumbles as it flys out of sight.

winded, I struggle to my feet, staggering a few steps. and collapse onto my knees fainting.