Naga!Pythor x Reader

Out of the Frying Pan- Into the Fire

Mountain tops drifted past, sharp islands slicing by the ship.

Eventually the Bounty soared into a patchier sky, the expanse of Ninjago laid out like an abstract painting, frightenly far below.

You grew light-headed at the dizzying height, drawing away from the tiny window, stepping off the desk and back onto the floor. You flopped down onto the bed, looking at the door expectantly. With the sun starting to dip in the sky it was around dinner time.

Or so you supposed.

Time slugged by, slow and tedious over the last three days. Some papers and a charcoal pencil in the desk had saved your sanity, mostly practicing writing Serpentine, seething in frustration at the letters you couldn't quite remember.

You looked to the door, narrowing your eyes. You were determined to catch Zane today. Not that he was allowed to talk to you anyway.

Besides the constant paranoia that Garmadon was going to come in rip you in half, an anxiousness at the general situation was punctuated was a dull ache in the back of your mind. In your musings, you had come to determine that it was homesickness, something you'd never had the pleasure of suffering through before.

The only part you still questioned was whether that home you were yearning for was Ouroboros or Pythor.

You curled up on the bed, drawing the cloak further around your shoulders.

There was no way out of your prison. You were convinced you could break the door if needed, but you were over a mile in the air, doing so would only increase their security.

And Garmadon was beyond the door.

You could hear voices, yelling, music, at random parts of the day, but other than that had no interaction with them besides trying to catch Zane when he brought meals.

The doorknob turned and you shot upright, bolting towards the threshold as a food tray was placed on the floor.

"Zane, c'mon!" you shoved a hand in the door to stop him from closing it.

"Where is the previous tray?" he questioned robotically.

"Hidden so you'd talk to me," you narrowed your eyes.

"You should bring it to me," he gave a calm suggestion.

"No, I'm going nuts, Zane, just talk to someone, please," you said desperately, "Why are you guys keeping me here, why won't you just take me back to Ouroboros? It's cruel," you frowned.

Zane shook his head, "I'm sorry, I cannot speak with you."

"Why, because it might dredge up some common decency and Wu needs to keep you boys brainwashed?" you curled your lip.

Zane looked away, "I apologize," he batted your hand from the door and swiftly shut it.

You stared at it for a moment before collapsing to the floor in frustration, grabbing the tray biting off a piece of the bread.

You ate what you guessed was a piece of seared chicken slowly, a decent meal, but bland compared to the grandeur you'd experienced in Ouroboros.

Your ears popped, and your gaze shot to the tiny window of your cabin, the clouds giving the illusion of ascending as the ship descended.

You scrabbled to your feet, jumping on the desk, and pressing your face to the tiny window.

The sky casted pastel hues across the vague outline of the landscape below, and you stretched every which way around the tiny square of visibility, desperate to catch some clue of what was happening.