(HTTYD) To Protect Its Own

No Weapons

Astrid POV

The view was breathtaking. The island had green moss spreading as the ground and there was a big stone boulder in the center. I can see the views of mountains in the back, with snow on the top. Trees adorned the sides of the island, circling it like a forest gate. Dragons were everywhere. Terrible Terrors were flying around in groups and chasing each other like children. Gronkles were eating the rocks on the beach while Nightmares were sunbathing on flat rocks. I looked down only to be surprised when I saw thunder drums jumping over us and jumping back into the water.  This is the dragon nest? It's so... beautiful.

The ship landed safely on the shore and we laid down an anchor in the sand. Hiccup jumped off the ship already and ran to the beach. Toothless followed him and nudged him with a wide toothy grin, making the teen smile as well. Hiccup turned to us with a grin and beckoned us to follow him.  We followed him through a wooden path, his eyes out to the front and waving to the dragons. The weird thing, though, was that every time we passed a dragon, they would stare at Hiccup and bow their head in respect. I trailed along aimlessly, looking at the scenes with interest. Dragons were silently lazing around, resting among the sun. Families were huddled together as I witnessed mothers feeding their children. I've never seen dragons so peaceful. They had this peaceful, blissful look to themselves. They weren't hurting us and I realized why. They weren't afraid.

"It's amazing isn't it?", Heather said, popping from behind. A terrible terror landed on her shoulder and nestled to her cheek. Heather laughed, stroking it behind the ears.   "You wouldn't believe that it was a wasteland before."

"Was this really the dragon nest?" Heather gently shooed off the terrible terror, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, it looked different before. Hiccup turned the nest into a green forest after he killed the Red Death." She turned to me with a smile and gestured to the whole nest. I stared at Hiccup, who seemed to have forgotten we're with him. He was picking up a baby Gronkle in his arms, holding up to the air. He was smiling as he touched foreheads with it. The mother was beside him, its expression gentle while watching the two. Hiccup moved to other dragons as we walked. He would talk, he would play, he would heal, and in return, they would listen. They really did listen to Hiccup.

"All the dragons listen to him." Heather and Dagur looked at me and then to each other. I jumped at their sudden laughter that followed.

"Well, of course. Most of the inhabitants were either saved or born here. He's the protector of the island.", Heather said with a chuckle. They said this like it was common fact. And looking at Hiccup, I don't doubt it's true. A terror stopped in front of me, its eyes looking curiously. I slowly stepped back, cautious of its intentions. Heather laughed, her eyes tearing up.

"Gosh, you Vikings are so funny!" Heather wiped the tears from her eyes. Dagur chuckled his hands behind his head.

"Well, what can you do? As a former dragon hater, I would react the same way." Dagur said with a grin. Then a black blur hit Dagur, planting him to the ground. I was about to take my axe off my back when I heard chuckles and grumbles. It was a Nightmare. Dagur and the dragon were... wrestling?

"Bring it on!" Dagur and the dragon were wrestling, rolling around the dirt and circling each other. Heather just sighed, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yet you're still fighting with dragons every day." Dagur just grunted, grappling the Dragon for an upper hand. I looked at their fight. Neither were holding back, but they both were smiling. It was like two boys fighting to see who's stronger. I felt a strange chill on my neck. I turned around to flinch at the sight of Heather's eyes in a scary light. She looked so angry and her eyes looked cold. She walked passed me and toward the two fighters. I tried to stop her, but then a hand made way to my waist, stopping me by surprise.