(HTTYD) To Protect Its Own

You're the Monster

"It's time." I looked up, staring at the Berkian with an indifferent expression. He, in turn, looked at me with disgust and a hint of fear. I scoffed. It's ironic. That's exactly how I feel when I see them.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Lead the way." He roughly pushed me out of the cell, leading me to Loki knows what. His grip was tight, nails digging into my suit.

"Hey, watch the suit!" I shouted, pulling myself out of his grasp.

"I wouldn't be complaining, lad." He poked a spear behind my back. I rolled my eyes. It's funny how unafraid I was. All I was thinking about was Toothless.

"You shouldn't be so uptight, Viking. I'm not going anywhere." I said while he was leading me to the Grand Hall. Figures. The Viking just grunted and poked me again with the spear. Harder.

"Okay, Okay. I'll behave!" I put my hand mockingly in surrender. We were finally at the entrance of the Grand Hall and I was surprised at the large audience. I guess a man helping dragons would be big news.

I stared at Stoick on his throne, Spitelout standing next to him as well as Gobber on the other. I looked carefully at dad. He looked well and my heart betrayed me as I felt relief. As annoying and stubborn I am to want to feel hatred for him, he was still my dad and I still love him.

He stared at me quite intensely and I was glad that I was still wearing my mask. I congratulated myself for not fidgeting under his gaze. The whole village was quiet, no one making the first move. I rolled my eyes, impatient at the silence.

"Well, are you gonna start or we waiting for someone?" I said with heavy sarcasm. The ropes were still bound behind my back and I must admit, it was uncomfortable.

"Lad, who are you?"

"Not your business to know, Chief." I said while shrugging my shoulders. He glared at my response.

"Then, what are you doing with a Night Fury?" I glared at him through my mask.

"Again, not your business to know." The chief blew his top and went off his throne, standing up.

"IT IS MY BUSINESS! THAT BEAST KILLED MY SON!" I gave him a hard look. My fists clenched at how he named Toothless. Still, my fists unclenched when I saw the despair in his eyes when mentioning my "death". I felt a pang of guilt and for a few minutes, couldn't string up a response.

"Watch who you calling a beast. You know nothing and still, think you have the right to claim dragons as monsters when you don't even try to know them!" His face was getting red and I knew he was gonna blow his top.

"They killed hundreds of us!" I snapped my neck back to the sudden shout from the crowds. I surveyed the crowd and raised my eyes when it was a girl, blonde and blue-eyed. My eyes widened, recognizing her immediately. It was Astrid.

"And you killed thousands of them!" I shouted at her.

"You speak of these beasts as if they are family. You are just a monster." Astrid said with a cold voice. My restraint snapped when I heard that. I kicked the Viking behind, having him sprawled to the ground. The Berks were awed at my flawless counter and they didn't comprehend anything when I sprinted close to  Astrid. I looked at her with silent anger and an indifferent expression. Astrid has grown up beautifully, I must admit, and she is definitely stronger from the last time I saw her. Still, I was disappointed when I saw her cold and easily angered eyes. Astrid hasn't changed.

"Beasts?" I used my bound hands to pull Astrid closer to me. "What's the difference between our races? Their claws and wings? Because while you look at the most superficial things, I see that their feelings reflect my own. They share the red blood in our veins, the motives to survive, and feelings to protect the ones they love."

I glared into Astrid's eyes. "If we are beasts, then you are monsters, who kill innocents purely because of their scales."

"Don't you dare hurt her, boy." I was roughly separated from Astrid. My fists clenched, angry and disappointed. It was stupid to hope that they've changed. I looked up and met the eyes of Stoick, my father. He hasn't changed. No one has.

"Look, my dragon is different from the one who killed your son. Toothless's been with me since I was a boy. We were just resting on your island for a day. We don't mean any harm." I said tiredly, while picking up the Viking I just kicked to the ground and propping him upward. The Viking, however, woke up and in reflex, nicked me with his spear.

"Aurgh!" I screamed when the sleeve of my flight suit was ripped through, blood bleeding through the cut. The said Viking was surprised on what he had done and tried to examine the cut. I stopped him, didn't minding the injury. I looked at Stoick one last time.

"Please just let us go." I said with tired eyes. Stoick made no comment, staring at me for a few minutes.

"Sure." I sighed in relief. "But you're leaving us with your dragon." Not over my dead body.

"Never! Toothless stays with me." He wasn't listening to me as usual. Desperate, I used the dagger hidden in my flight suit to free myself from the ropes. Finally off from the ropes, I tried to flee, but the Vikings again caught me.

"Where you going, boy?" Stoick said in a grave voice while staring at me. I tried to struggle against the Vikings bounding my hands but to no avail.

"You're not doing anything to my dragon!" I said while growling to "dad".

"Look, boy if you lead us to your Night Fury, then we'll spare you. What more do you want?" I glared, shocked at how ignorant they are.

"If Toothless stays, then I stay as well. We do anything for each other. He will save me." I said with strong conviction.

Without warning, he punched me full in the gut, making me shout in pain.

"I guess we'll just make you talk." I laughed despite the pain. "What's so funny?"

"You can beat me, hurt me, take my life away, break my soul, I DON'T CARE! But no one gonna hurt him when I'm still breathing." I said with a shout. I can feel myself feeling light-headed from the still-bleeding cut and the punch from before. Again, he wasn't listening.

"Then, we'll find him. My Vikings say that your dragon has a broken tail. He should still be on the island. " Stoick and the other Vikings turned their backs to me and desperately, I struggled with the restraints. My heart was beating faster and I can feel my breathing get more ragged.

"No No No! Come back here! TOOOTHLESSS!" I roared his name with all my might. I was surprised when on cue, my dragon fell through the roof of the hall.

"Bud!" He turned to me with a childish grin and his tongue wagging out in the air. I laughed in relief of his face and felt the Viking behind me loosened his grip on me in surprise. At this opportunity, I kicked the Viking behind me and ran to Toothless, who was running to me too.

"Yeah, bud! I'm here." Toothless jumped on me, licking his face and warbling excitedly. I laid my hands on his face, stroking him with affection.

"NIGHT FURY! Get him!" Toothless then growled in protection as he wrapped his tail around me protectively.  Though ecstatic to see my dragon again, I forgot about his tail. Right, still a broken tail. Still can't fly. Oh for the love of Thor. I was roughly separated from Toothless and my heart broke when Toothless was pushed to the ground by Vikings.

"Oh, please don't hurt him! " Toothless crooned weakly at me and I was desperate to get to my dragon. I looked at Stoick, realizing he was now sporting an ax in his hands. My body was overcome with fear, knowing in my gut on what's going to happen if I don't get to Toothless right now.  

"No! Please! Please! Stop!" Dad wasn't listening to me and his arms were up, reading to swing on Toothless's neck.  I was filled with terror and my eyes were rimmed in tears before unconsciously screaming something I knew I would regret.

"Dad!"

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