Goodbye Berk ~ *CANCELED*

Fire and Fur

I ~ Unknown Clearing ~I

The dark grey dragon moved closer towards Hiccup, her short muzzle pointed down to look him in the eyes. Her ombré red and tan wings stretched out and flapped lightly before being tucked back up against her side. 
"I don't mean you harm, and I most certainly didn't mean to startle you. I'm very sorry about that, you two looked quite at peace," she says, her head lowering down in respect. 

"It's alright, we were starting to think we had gotten way to close to the mainland to live comfortably. No dragons around here," Hiccup replied, his feet shuffling and his hand went up to ruffle the hair on the back of his head. The dragon, Vanessa, raised her head back up to it's normal height and smiled. 

"You're a viking aren't you?" 

Hiccup looked up to meet her gaze as he nodded. 

"I've heard stories of the dragon slayers, the hunters. Those out for the blood of a dragon. To my kind, that is what a viking is. But you, a viking, riding upon the back of Night Fury, is most unusual. The people on the mainlands don't even dare to approach us in our territory, they think we are much bigger than we are. I'm full size and yet they think I am the size of a mountain," She continues, her muscles moving as she sits down by the fire. Hiccup and Toothless cautiously moved back to their previous positions, Hiccup joining the new dragon on top of a log and Toothless onto his scorched dirt patch. 

"You don't look like a mountain to me. Much to decorated," he says, glancing at the dragon with a smile. She snorted, smoke shooting out of her nostrils as she silently laughs. 

"I look like a burnt hill that still has a few fires blazing and that is just about the only thing you could compare me too in the category of landscape."

It was Hiccup's turn to laugh, his eyes squinting closed as he let out a few chuckles. "A hill I can believe. A mountain? Hel to the no, those mainlanders are out of their minds."

"So what is a youngling like you doing so far from your tribe?" She asks.

"Didn't belong. Our right of passage was to slay a monstrous nightmare after weeks of training. They chose only one, and that one was me. I had used things I learned from Toothless to help me in the arena. I couldn't kill a dragon, I wouldn't want to. I'm sure the old me would've wanted too, but after meeting Toothless I'd never dream of killing one," he replied. "If they found out about Toothless, we'd be exiled, or worse killed."

The dragon hummed. "You can stay on this island. No one lives here 'cept me and I get lonely. You're a cool kid, whatever your name is," she says.

"Call me Hiccup."

The two smiled at each other. Toothless just snored. 

"Tomorrow I'll take you to a better area, one suitable for a place for you to live. I'll see you in the morning then?"

"We'll be here." 

I~ Berk ~I

The chirps of bugs filled the dormant night, the moon casting shadows upon the ground. Astrid's boots crunched into the dry dirt as she jogged down to the arena, battle axe in one hand and a fish in the other.  She crouched low, pressed against a wall as a night guard wandered by with a torch in hand. As the light from the fire disappeared behind a corner, the blond female continuing downwards. 

The arena was dead quiet, a groan occasionally coming from within the cages. Astrid paused, her thoughts racing. Should she even be doing this? Risk being exiled for executing such a complex idea that she for sure knew her chief wouldn't be able to fathom? 

Deciding it was worth the punishment, she looked around at the cages, settling on the deadly nadder. She swung the lever upwards, the wooden lock rattling open. Contrary to what happens during dragon training, the blue dragon didn't sprint out in a fuss, screaming it's call in a defensive position. It instead cautiously stepped into the moonlight, it's talons glistening. 

It padded slowly towards the middle, glancing around. Astrid's hands gripped her axe a little tighter, the fish loosely held in her hands. The large dragon's head swung in her direction, but instead of running forward in preparation to attack, it looked at the fish. 

Letting out a croon, the winged creature moved forward towards the blonde girl. It stopped in front of her, growling at the axe that was held tightly in Astrid's hands. Astrid glanced down at it, before looking back at the dragon, slowly crouching down to place the weapon on the cold stone floor. 

She stood back up slowly, shuffling sideways away from the weapon in hopes the large beast would trust her. Her hands were held up in surrender, the fish hanging by its gills on her fingers. The Nadder looked down at the axe in distaste, an emotion Astrid never thought a dragon could convey.

It came closer to her, the muzzle mere feet from Astrid's face, eyeing the fish. Astrid slowly held it out for the dragon to take, her breath short and quick. The Nadder exhaled slowly, moving its head closer to the fish. Astrid watched it with wide eyes. 

"You can have it," she managed to stutter out, her nervous energy consuming her mind and keeping her voice from being confident. 

The dragon snorted and snatched the fish from her hands, quickly eating it before stomping off into the cage it crept out of. 

Astrid looked down at the floor. Her breath slowed as she moved back towards the Nadder's cage, closing the stone doors and pulling the lever back down to engage the lock. 

As the wooden poles slid back into place, she looked at the doors softly.

"Goodnight dragon."

A/N: Didja miss me?

I should be finishing up my short story for my creative writing class but whatever. Have the chapter I've been working on for the past month. 995 words can you believe it??? Anyways hope you enjoyed this. I did post a personal project involving some characters of mine so if you can check that out I'd be extremely grateful! Trust me when I say those chapters end up being longer than these hehe.

~ Aster