The flight's cold, and pretty near fucking silent. Katsuki leans over the neck of Uraraka's Razorwhip, Aether---he has to give her points for the fucking name, it works pretty damn well---and he's hyperaware of her presence behind him. The others are silent as well, winged shadows soaring over the open sea as they bank towards the swirl of ever-present fog that covers the trail to the damned Nest.
"No fucking going back," he mutters, baring his teeth at Helheim's Gate. This is the only gods-damned way to get Striker back, and I'll do whatever it fucking takes to save her.
A hand lands on his shoulder and he stiffens. "We'll get her back," Ochako tells him, as if he doesn't fucking know that already (but he appreciates the shitty sentiment, even if he'll never admit it).
The other riders halt and glance at him as if he's the fucking leader---and maybe he fucking is, he doesn't even know anymore.
"We're going in," he growls, and Ochako urges Aether into the fucking fog. Six dragons arc into the fog, six knife-sharp arrows shooting straight for the Nest. The dragons weave in and out of the fucking sea stacks with ease, moving at the speed of lightning.
Katsuki hears the battle before he sees it, hears the trumpeting roar of the fucking monster that's crawled out of the volcano, and he watches for a moment, the riders following suit. The Red Death has somehow fucking adapted to their Quirk use, batting All Might out of the air with a roar of annoyance. The other heroes are already fucking fleeing at the Chief's orders, with only a few standing to hold the bastard off.
Fucking cowards, he thinks vindictively he catches sight of the burning boats. Katsuki nods to the others, and Aether surges forward at Uraraka's command. A blast of blue fire streaks from the Razorwhip's mouth as the others fire in unison, their combined blast causing the bastard of a beast to stagger a step and they punch through the flames.
The movement is fucking perfect as they roll in unison, circling the monster as one. "Oi, birdbrain!" he roars to Tokoyami, who's flying a little too fucking close to the thing's mouth. "Watch your back!" The Zippleback's rider spirals out of the way, leaving Shitty Hair within reach of its clublike tail. "Move, Red-Hair-Bastard!"
Kirishima cheers as Catalyst winds out of the way, Izuku whooping as Viridi soars upwards. "Hey, Deku! Break the bastard down!"
"G-got it! Heavily armored skull, tail made for bashing and crushing, steer clear of both," he reels off at top fucking speed. "Small eyes, large nostrils, relies on hearing and smell!"
"Half-n-Half, Birdbrain, hang in that thing's blind spot and make some noise, block it's fucking sight with your fire and keep it confused!" he commands sharply. "Deku, Mei, Kirishima, find out if that piece of shit has a shot limit. Make it mad."
"That's my specialty!" Mei shouts, peeling off from the group along with the other two.
Katsuki doesn't waste time being fucking annoyed at the imbeciles, instead leaning forward as Aether arced over the flaming ships, searching for a glimpse of---
"There!"
He crouches on the Razorwhip's back as the copper dragon halts over a burning vessel--a burning vessel with Striker on it, chained and struggling and growling through her muzzle (they fucking muzzled her, he thinks, and rage pulses through him like fire). Katsuki jumps from Aether's back and onto the boat, close enough to touch Striker's silvery streaks---together together they're together again----and whirls towards Ochako. "Go help the others!" he roars, and she swoops off, riding the deadly copper beast like she was born for it (she's nowhere near as good as he and Striker are, though).
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The Brave Men Rode Them
Fanfiction"In front of him lies the Night Fury, the most dangerous dragon in the known world, one that he's felled, the one that could prove that he does have what it takes to kill dragons. But its eyes are open, shining and white-gold, and he sees himself re...
