NOTE: This is a short story. It's a fanfic about H2TYD so it's just for fun, and yes...it will be short.
Hiccup breathed the crisp morning air in deeply, feeling his heart leap as Toothless climbed higher, wings beating thunderously on either side of him. The dragon climbed up to dizzying heights before pulling down sharply. They dropped, going into a dive. The feeling of flying beat anything else Hiccup could think of. It was a rush, plummeting towards the peaked rooftops of the houses below, watching the lights in the windows grow larger as they got closer and closer.
Toothless went even lower, flying over the marketplace, and Hiccup could make out people walking between the shops, buying from the vendors and shovelling the snow away from their doors. Many of the Vikings on the street looked up as Toothless and Hiccup flew over, a few people pointed at them, and Hiccup grinned. They flew overhead so often that the villagers knew who it was right away. Some of the Vikings waved and called out greetings. One little boy tried to hit them with a snowball and Hiccup laughed, leaning sideways in the saddle to wave back.
When they dropped even lower he could make out familiar faces. He spotted Gobber working away at the entrance to his shop, sparks flying off the whetstone as he sharpened another sword. Just down the way a little, Phlegma the Fierce and Spitelout Jorgenson were fighting over the last loaf of bread at the baker’s stall. They waved their arms around as they yelled at one another, faces red. Finally Phlegma hauled off and hit Spitelout between the eyes with the block of cheese she was carrying, snatching the loaf of bread from the baker before storming away.
Hiccup chuckled as they flew overhead. Typical morning.
Down in the square below, a couple of children with their mother were pointing, dancing excitedly as they watched the dragon swoop on the wind. Then Hiccup saw the mother glare at them disapprovingly, pulling her children close to her apron, as if she feared the dragon would swoop down and try to pick them up like sheep. He gripped the leather harness more tightly, trying to ignore the flash of irritation he felt at this. As if Toothless would ever hurt a child.
The island of Berk was filled with dragons now. They were living side by side with the villagers, and for some of the Vikings it was a hard adjustment. Learning to be friends when you’d been hunting one another for decades wasn’t easy. But that was all in the past. Hiccup just wished everyone would give the dragons a chance. If they did, they would see how wonderful they really were.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on how flying felt. The wind combed icy fingers through his hair and slapped his cheeks with cold; his heart was beating furiously in his ears. In front, he could hear Toothless growling happily as the currents picked them up and carried them higher.
Flying together had been hard at first. Learning to shift the tail fin whenever Toothless banked sharply or changed angles had taken a long time, especially with his own new leg. But he felt like he had it now. They were pretty smooth together. When his dragon switched directions Hiccup could tell instantly, sometimes he even anticipated it ahead of time. It was almost like he could sense what Toothless was thinking. He liked the thought of that, that they were so close they could read one another perfectly.
Toothless glanced back over his shoulder and growled happily - Hiccup knew he was telling him to hang on. The dragon tucked his wings in and spiralled down, and Hiccup had to sit up straight and shift the tail fin position, using his metal foot to press down on the peddle.
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Too Many Teeth
FanfictionThe villagers of Berk are having a hard time adjusting to the dragons, and Hiccup is determined to prove that they truly can be trained. But when he and the gang have a rough landing in the middle of a race and find themselves in a tight spot, they...