The Eternal Valkyrie: War of the Realms (HTTYD fic)

Part 7

Chapter 6

(Asgard- Day 3)

Hookfang let out a yawn as the dragons, now in their original form, strolled through the streets of Asgard. "What's gotten you all tired?" Meatlug asked as she made sure Windshear, the Razorwhip hatchling, sat securely on her head.

"Oh just having to hear your host go on and on to my host about Heather and Jerry last night." Hookfang growled. "Fishlegs might seem meek but boy can he rant."

"Give the boy a break." Meatlug mumbled. "He's never been in love..." The Gronckle stressed the word 'love' to get her point across. Hookfang snorted as they were walking some steps behind Toothless and Stormfly who appeared to be on some type of 'not-date' date.

"My worry is that he went to Snotlout for advice. SNOTLOUT!" Hookfang groaned. "He thinks Heather and Jerry might have a thing now and is reluctant to confess. Dagur isn't helping the matter by bringing that sea serpent cookies as a thank you for keeping his sister safe."

"Well you have to admit from his viewpoint Heather and Jerry do look quite cozy together." Meatlug stated. "And Dagur makes a mean batch of double chocolate chip cookies."

"Who's side are you on?" Hookfang grumbled.

"I'm just stating my observations but I agree, Fishlegs needs to confess."

"On another topic," Hookfang said "Why is that Razorwhip hanging around Heather? They are supposed to be solitary dragons."

"It's a hatchling Hook!" Meatlug frowned, as much as a dragon could frown. "You know how hatchlings don't listen to others! Besides this one seems quite intuitive. It wouldn't surprise me if Windshear asks Astrid to bond with Heather when she's grown up."

"I'm not talking about that." The Monstrous Nightmare grumbled. "You very well know the reason why Razorwhips now roam the realms, the reason they were expelled from the dragon realm."

"I know, but I'm not going to judge a hatchling for the crimes of their ancestors." Meatlug argued. The little Razorwhip gave a happy coo and nuzzled the Gronckle. "This little one lost its mother too early to know of the Razorwhip's past."

"Right, let's shelve this conversation for later." Hookfang stated before adding with some wagging brows, or in this case eye ridges. "So, how do you feel about having a 'not-date' date with me?"

"Well aren't you just the smooth talker." Meatlug teased. "Sure why not." As Meatlug and Hookfang started exploring a different street op Asgard, with the people giving them ample room to do so, a stray thought crossed Hookfang's mind. "Say...... where do you suppose Barf and Belch are?"

"I'm sure their fine." Meatlug assured. "Not everything they touch blows up."

"Just a good deal of it." The Nightmare groused.

Meanwhile Toothless noticed that he and Stormfly had been left alone. "Where did those two run off to?" The Nightfury mumbled.

"Oh I'm sure their fine." Stormfly purred.

"Uh......" Toothless gulped as he watched the Nadder give him a sultry look. The black dragon let out a sigh of relief when someone interrupted them. The interruption came in the form of a young woman in a light green dress richly decorated with golden embroidery. "Dragons please wait!" The woman shouted as she approached. Both Toothless and Stormfly stopped and looked at the approaching figure. When the woman finally reached them she was slightly out of breath. Stormfly tilted her head in an inquisitive gesture as Toothless observed if the woman was hostile.

"I mean no harm." The woman stated as she held up her hands to show that she wasn't carrying a weapon. "I am Idun, and you dragons understand our language right?" She asked to confirm. Toothless sat on his haunches and regarded the woman before nodding.