Love Bonded

I'm Going To Help Him

Me: My story is going well.

Over 1,000 views! My other one only has over 20. It's not that my other story sucks, it's just people don't read it.

Anyway, that next chapter has arrived.

Hope you like it!

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Italic - Thinking

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Hiccup's POV

I was walking back to the village. The sun had set a while ago but I didn't mind, I knew this forest by the back of my hand.

I thought about the meeting I had with Toothless.

Toothless was kind. He didn't make fun of me as soon as he heard my name. And he was warm. The way his wing felt around me felt good. And it wasn't just warmth of the wing, it was the warmth of the care Toothless put into the action that made it warmer. And I loved the feeling that it brought me. I loved how he makes me feel in general.

I'm broken out of my wonderful thoughts by laughter. I stop and look around, I see that I'm in the village and by the watchtower that kids in Dragon Training use. I look and narrow my eyes a bit.

What are they laughing about?

I walk towards the stairs and walk up halfway before crawling, the dark of night making me hard to see. When I near the top, I stopped. I looked and saw the teens and Gobber sitting around a campfire. Gobber was telling the story about how he lost his hand and leg. One that I heard before. One where he fought against Hybrids and lost his hand and arm.

"...And with one twist, he took his sword, and sliced my hand off," Gobber told, twisting his hook hand for extra effect, "And I saw the look on his face: He liked the pain it brought me. He must have passed the word because it wasn't a month before another one of them cut off my leg."

Gobber gestured down to his leg and the teens 'ohhh' at the story and at Gobber's leg. I rolled my eyes. I didn't find it such a great story to lose part of your body and show off said missing body part because of the glory it brought you for a simple thing that you hear almost everywhere on every Viking Island. And once you hear it many times, it get's old, quite honestly. To me at least.

"Isn't it weird to think that your hand was cut off by a Hybrid's weapon? Like if your mind was still in control of it, you could have killed the Hybrid from like... grabbing its throat and choking it, or something," Fishlegs spoke.

Everyone gave him a weird look, including me. Sometimes, Fishlegs say's some weird stuff despite his intelligence. Everyone knows you can't control your body part once it's off your body unless you had powers. Powers that are given to you from a God or Goddess.

Snotlout growled and shook his food. And cue the Viking-Talk-Of-Snotlout. My nickname for the way he speaks.

"I swear, I'm so angry right now! I'll avenge your beautiful hand and your beautiful foot. I'll chop off the legs of every Hybrid I fight. With my face," Snotlout said angrily, pointing to his face at the end.

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Won't that break your face? Then please do. Your ugly face needs some medical attention and bashing it against the Hybrids feet or hand will help with that process.