Night Queen

Safe

Y/n woke up with a headache. Cleo was at the foot of the bed, resting on the charred ground. Silver was curled up by her head, just like a small cat. Maybe that last year had been a nightmare?

Dagur paced around on the ship's deck. Was y/n okay? Why had she passed out? Why had she been glowing? Laughter sounded from beneath the floor. She was awake!

He rushed down the stairs, his helmet clunking lightly against his head. He knocked on the door, hoping thet y/n wasn't going to kill him. "Come in" came her soft voice.

A light knock echoed through the room. A knock. This wasn't a dream. Y/n sighed. "Come in" she called out, and braced herself. Vikings were cruel creatures, and this one was probably like the rest.

The door opened to show Dagur. His helmet was somewhat crooked and he looked tired. "You're up! How are you? You had passed out, are you okay?" he bombarded her with questions. Silver flew over to him, landing on his helmet and pushing it off his head.

Y/n snickered as the little blind dragon curled up in Dagur's helmet, his large wings sticking out. Dagur grumbled, trying to pry Silver out of his helmet while Cleo tried to steal a small bone dagger from his waist. Those two would be the death of her.

Y/n snapped her fingers, and Cleo fell from her precarious position behind Dagur, landing on him. The sudden movement startled Silver, who flew back to y/n.

"Help!" Came Dagur hoarse voice. He was obviously squashed. "Hey" she responded, "at least it's not a big dragon like a Nightmare!" and then called Cleo over to her.

Cleo scrambled up, all four paws specifically on Dagur. She then slowly walked over to y/n, putting as much weight as possible on Dagur each step she took. Y/n sighed. Cleo was trying to piss a man with obvious anger issues off. Idiot.

"Cleo. Stop being an idiot" Y/n said and called Cleo over again. 'But y/n!' Cleo whined in Draconic, 'He shot me with a dragon root arrow!!'

'Cleo. I'm sure there's an explanation. Please, don't kill him! He could be useful!' Y/n responded in turn, make Dagur give her an odd look. Cleo's head snapped to me. 'Useful? What do you mean by... useful?' She said, wiggling her 'eyebrows'.

"Cleo!" she said in Norse, shocked at her sister's implications. The dragon gave her an innocent look, her turquoise eyes round. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! You are NOT giving me you'd baby eyes! Get away from me, fiend!" y/n cried out, covering her eyes with an arm.

Dagur looked from the girl to the dragon in shock. They were talking! How was that even possible? "So. Are you gonna awnser my questions? Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her face. It was full of laughter, not the same look as she had around humans.

Y/n sighed. "I'm fine. Just worried, that's all" the girl said. The dragon, Cleo, snorted at that and let out a series of roars. The girl shook her head and let out a shriek. They were talking about something they didn't want him to hear.

"Fine!" y/n exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat "I'll tell him! But remember, if he kills us I'm blaming you, sis!" and then she turned to me. She looked serious and somewhat sad, Cleo lumbered over to her, resting her hear on y/n's lap like an overgrown dog.

"I'll start from the beginning–" she started, only to be interrupted. "That would be preferred" Silver shot a pure white plasma blast at Dagur. "–when Cleo's mother took me from my village. Starshine saved me. She took me from a life fighting these magnificent creatures and plunked me right into the life of one of them. I lived on the Isle of Night for 6 years, but then someone attacked us.

"It was the one day no one was guarding, it was Hatching Day, when a man came to our island. He had 40 or 50 ships with him all arranged in a circle. I was going to tell my father what was there, when Cleo and I felt a wave of energy rush from the middle of the circle.

"we came to the same conclusion simultaneously. The humans had a challenger. We were about to tell Dad that, bit turned around. We saw a massive grey Bewilderbeast. It was calling for help, but I needed to tell my family, my people, about this. Our parents are -were- the Alphas. But that changed with the challenger. "

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Y/n had finally finished telling Dagur of her tragic life. He gasped and enclosed her in a hug. " I'm sorry" was all he said. He held her close, as if to comfort her. He never really realized before, but this girl was just that; a young girl. She may have matured faster, and had tragedies thrown at her left right and center. She may be strong but she was a child. "You're safe here, I promise" He said, and then gave her to Cleo.

"Safe?" Y/n asked, looking at the boy. He couldn't have been more than 4 years older than her, if that. He nodded his head, his green eyes shining. "Safe." he said, hugged her again, then left the room.

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TADA! Another chapter, dome and dusted. And AWWWW! THAT LAST PARTS SOO SO SO SO SO CUTE! Also, does anyone know how much older Dagur is that Hiccup? I can't find his age ANYWHERE so in just guessing that he's 3-4 years older. Anywhore, hope you enjoyed this chapter , have a good probably night, BAI!!