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the last targaryen
a/n: y/n has long white hair
it can be 4c or 3b
it can be braided or wavy or curly or straight
OR ANYTHING
it doesn't matter ><
🐉✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼🐉
authors pov
07:32 AM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK
y/n targaryen. a name that will be remembered for centuries. the daughter of a slaughtered queen and her king consort. her mother and father. sadly, she does not remember much about them.
the [hair type] white haired girl coos at midnight, the valyrian dragon starting settle downwards.
"ilagon riña, ilagon," she mutters, midnight planting her claws onto the damp ground. y/n slides off midnight's wing with ease. "we must continue to look for the night fury. we did not find him yesterday,"
midnight chitters, listening out for dragon like groans for roars through the forest.
y/n is extremely aware of this forest being a part of berk. did she step foot on berk often? yes, yes she did. it is on of the most habitable places for her. fresh water, sweet berries, wild [goat/pig/boar], mint leaves.
midnight chips at y/n, y/n turning to where her dragon is looking. midnight is a dark coloured dragon with gems encrusted throughout her body. y/n does not know why she was born like that. but she is happy that she is. midnight is one of a kind.
"i have brought down this mighty beast!" she watches as a brown haired kid, probably the same age as her, putting his foot down on the night fury. a viking.
her violet eyes narrow. he's going to kill the night fury. she cannot allow for this to happen.
"have you?" hiccup jumps back, taking notice of the girl. violet eyes. white hair. she's beautiful.
"you...you're a targaryen..."
"i was under the assumption that that was obvious," y/n states, walking closer to the night fury and the boy. she turns to midnight, who's tilting her head. "umbagon konīr, riña. iksan sȳz,"
midnight chitters in discontent but she listens.
"your..."
"i am?"
"beautiful," hiccup mutters, before blushing red. why did he say that ?! that's a complete stranger. a targaryen no less, but still a stranger.
"i see," she heard him?! but y/n is aware she is beautiful. anything that is not common is beautiful. and she is not common. she is not common at all. "are you going to take his life?" y/n motions to the night fury.
"of course, i am!" hiccup declares with a lie. "i...i am a viking! it's what we're known for! i do this all time..." he laughs dryly, looking away from her violet eyes. they're so enchanting. there's so many questions he wants to ask her. "i killed a dragon yesterday too!"
y/n blinks, turn her head to midnight. she didn't need that information. even though she knows that he is lying.
"māzigon va, ivestragī's jikagon," she whispers to midnight. midnight looks at y/n in worry for her friend. "issa daor jāre naejot ossēnagon zirȳla," midnight coos, looking straight at hiccup. hiccup gulps, holding up his dagger. "i apologise, viking. i will take my leave so you can kill him,"
"y-you're going to let me?" hiccup partly lowers his dagger.
"i do not want to interrupt this," y/n boards midnight, whispering something to the female dragon. "iksi jāre naejot gaomagon jemēla ruarza tolī īlon sōvegon hen," midnight coos, spreading her wings. she is not a large dragon. but she is swift. hiccup notices some of the resemblance between her and the night fury infront of him. "bē,"
they fly off, hiccup looking into they disappear from his sight. he looks back down at the night fury with a gulp.
he steps closer to the night fury, his dagger pointed at it. he gets closer, seeing green slitted eyes looking straight at him. hiccup trembles, pointing the dagger at the dragon's body.
"i'm going to kill you, dragon," he says, forcing himself to believe it. "then i'll cut out your heart and take it to my father,"
y/n tilts her head curiously, looking at the scrawny boy strangely. she watches from behind a tree, midnight hiding somewhere else. and is stated that he has done this before?
"i am a viking," hiccup chants, bringing the knife up. "i am a viking!" he takes a deep breathe, closing his eyes. he can do this. he will do this. he must do this. hiccup peeks, looking down at the dragon, its green eyes matching his. the night fury rumbles in defeat, tilting his head and closing his eyes.
hiccup tries to bring the sword down, but he can't do it. he just can't. he drags his free hand down his face, looking at the dagger in his hand.
"i did this," he takes a few steps back, looking at how the night fury is tied up. he turns to leave before looking back once more.
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the night fury's eyes open as it feels the ropes binding it together get loose.
hiccup continues cutting the rope, looking back every five seconds. what if someone catches him? what if the targaryen comes back? he cuts the last rope, the night fury pouncing on him.
hiccup's breathing starts to quicken, looking up as he's pinned by the mighty beast's paw. the night fury rises, roaring loudly at hiccup. it flies off, or tries to, hiccup watching with his hand on his chest.
"i did tell you," y/n says to midnight. she boards her dragon, rubbing on the dragon's neck. "let us go find him," they quickly and quietly fly off, leaving the brown haired boy slumped against a large rock.
hiccup reaches for his dagger weakly, trying to get up. he turns slowly, to walk away but he doesn't make it as his legs wobble as his face hits the mossy ground. he has fainted. but are we really surprised?
