Dark Wings

Chapter 2:Frustrations and Reunions

Hiccup's POV

One week.

It had only been one week since I left Berk and escaped with Toothless. I couldn't stand being in that horrible village that I used to call home. Heck, it was never a home, it was Hel and I would rather be stuck with Loki and any other horrid God than return to Berk. Toothless and I were hiding out on an unknown island, surrounded by nothing but trees and water. It was risky to stay somewhat out in the open, but it didn't seem that anyone used this piece of land in the past hundred years.

I heard a growl from behind and turned to see Toothless fighting over his fish with some wild Terrors. Toothless was laying on the ground, his large black body sweeping over the area we were in, protecting his fish. It was funny to see three small Terrors fight with Toothless for a piece of his fish. The green Terror stood his ground, scraping its feet against the ground and ready to blow fire at Toothless, but failed. Toothless shot a small plasma blast at the Terror, immediately causing it to deflate and fall. I chuckled before coming to sit down next to my friend.

I tossed a fish to the Terror that was temporarily dazed before getting back up and eating the fish that I offered. I looked down to see Toothless huffing and rolling his large green eyes, but I just laughed. It was funny to see my friend jealous and annoyed by such a persistent Terror.

"Not so fireproof on the inside, are you?" I laughed once again before the Terror curled up next to me, my hand feeling its heartbeat pounding softly, yet steadily. The smile that was once on my face slipped off as I thought about the inaccurate history the Vikings had on dragons for thousands of years. "Everything we know about you guys is wrong. . ."

Toothless and the Terrors finished off their fish while I polished off my own piece of fish and bread before stretching my body and getting up to look at the afternoon sky. The sun was shining high with only a few clouds in sight, but I hoped they would disappear soon since Toothless and I didn't want to risk being caught in the morning by raiders or anyone else.

I pulled out the map that was in one of the many bags attached to Toothless' saddle, trying to get an idea where we would be going next. I could hear Toothless shift his body next to me, trying to view the map as well.

"We're out of Berkian territory, but thank the Gods we're nowhere near Outcast waters." I said, moving my finger against the lines of the map that showed the archipelago so far. "Hairy Hooligans, Meatheads, Bog Burglars, Berserkers, the Outcasts, and so many other tribes, we won't be safe anywhere. If they caught us, we would be dead." Toothless growled in response, mimicking my frustration of what we were to do next. We were slowly running out of supplies and needed to restock soon, winter would come in a few months and if we didn't have a plan, we were better off dead.

"We can't go to any of the core tribes without facing death and there's no way we're going back to Berk, I'd rather be killed by Alvin the Treacherous." My joke seemed to fall flat on Toothless, he smacked me with his tail in response. "Okay, I get it. Sorry. Maybe we can scour the lands of the Meatheads without getting caught? Then again, their entire island is built for the idea of defense." Toothless and I both let out noises of frustration, irritated at the fact on how this was going to be harder than we thought.

Over the past hour, Toothless and I had to stop making plans, the more we tried, the frustration just kept on building. I left Toothless to his own devices, while I just roamed the small island we were on. The trees were tall and untouched by anything or anyone, surprisingly. There were no signs of a Viking presence or a dragon that lingered about. I rested my body against one of the largest trees on the island, and let sleep take over me, hoping that there was a solution by the time night came.