DRAGONBORN [httyd]

Chapter 9

image coming soon i dont have the png on my laptop whoops, and also theres gonna be an authors note at the end

"I'm gonna get you back in the air, don't you worry."

"Thanks for the sympathy," the black scaled beast grumbled, perched next to his 'master' on the roof of the viking's hut, "but these things don't grow back."

"If you actually listened," Hiccup toyed with the dragon's ear-flaps, "I said: 'I'm' gonna get you back in the air."

"And how, possibly in any way, are you gonna do that?"

"I-" Hiccup sighed, looking at the stars as if they could provide him with an answer, "I don't know exactly."

"Well if it makes you feel any better; I've told you before and I'm gonna tell you again: you're the only viking I've ever met - in my minimal years of existence - that can speak our tongue, so that's gotta account for something, right?" Hiccup nodded lightly, "If we can't get me in the air again, I'm sure we will do something, hatchling, you were born with the gift for a reason and we're gonna find out why."

Breathing in the smell of the smoke from Gobber's forge as the wind moved it past them, Hiccup looked over to see the furnace extinguished, and the resulting fumes swirling into the night sky. Turning his head behind him to look at the severed left tail fin on Toothless' and back to the forge, Hiccup imagined the blacksmith creating his own prosthetic limbs, and immediately, an idea popped into the young viking's head.

"I'll make you a fin then!" Hiccup blurted out so quickly that he spoke in norse rather than dragonese.

"What?" Toothless asked, confused at the boy's sudden outburst.

"Since you can't make your own fin," Hiccup recollected himself, "I'll make you one."

"I know you can speak the language, but I don't think you can create an entire new limb for me - you're not magical or something."

"No! In the forge, you dumb reptile," He shook his head while looking at the dragon, "I'll make it like how Gobber created his fake arm and leg, but yknow, like a fin."

"And it'll work?"

"I won't stop trying until it does." Hiccup said sternly, making a promise as he looked up again to the stars.

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"Son?"

Hiccup and his dragon alike jumped at the booming voice of his father.

"You up there with that beast of yours?"

Hiccup shook his head at his dragon, who kept quiet. Eventually, in the extent of the silence, an audible sigh escaped his father, followed by a slam of the front door that told both the teenagers alike that the chief was irritated.

Pointing to the ground, Hiccup hopped on his dragon's scaled back and landed on the ground more safely than he would have if he tried himself. Taking no chances of being caught again, Hiccup slid off his friend's back and walked adjacent to him as they stole through the streets of Berk.

Hiccup worked in the forge from time to time, but when dragon-training came up he had to drop the hobby somewhat. It was mainly an excuse his father had made to put some muscle on the fishbone - and it worked - but those that he gained were lean and flexible, not buff and burly, and there wasn't much to learn other than stocking up on weapons if the outcasts were ever to initiate a war, building hinges, heads for tools and equipment, and other small tasks. He enjoyed it for the most part though, as Gobber's company was much more favourable to his father's, and the viking seemed to have a similar sense of the dry and sarcastic humour that the boy did.

Telling Toothless to perch on the roof or out back and keep watch or sleep, Hiccup traversed inside where he trampled over Gobber's mess and into the back room - his room. The work space was shielded by a curtain and it contained a desk and a small stool to sit. The wall was tacked so much it had holes like a sponge, and drawings from little-hiccup enveloped every nook and cranny of the room that they could. Pulling out his small leather-bound notebook, Hiccup tossed a pencil - a stick with a chunk of charcoal jabbed into the tip - into his hand and began with a simple sketch of his dragon's tail fin. He decided that since the fins - like wings, would extend and flair, it would need to be flexible, and that it would need to change and hold those positions if needed. Heading out into the base of the forge to look for stuff in Gobber's growing scrap pile, he found an old shield, a bent sword and a few other thing that he figured he could use, along with a well-used sheet of leather that he thought would be perfect for the membrane of the fin.

Hiccup sketched his designs in his notebook, but not in succession to the other pages as he wouldn't want anyone to find them if they managed to get a hold of it.

Getting to work, the young viking managed all he could that night at building a prosthetic fin for his friend, because rider or not, Hiccup knew dragons were meant to fly. He didn't know how it was going to be able to hold the positions, but he figured a few systems of pulleys and gears would work, because being the fastest dragon the kid has ever seen and the definition of: king of the skies: Hiccup knew Toothless was going to fly again, no matter what it took, because for once, Hiccup wanted to do something right.

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hey again, hope you are all doing alright. ive been doing okay, just a lot of work to do and a hectic winter break. another chapter probably won't come out for a bit yet, but i'll try my best.

um so the plans for this book are kinda out there in the unknown right now, but basically my idea is that hes gonna get toothless in the air, fight some forces (youll see who) and basically claim his title. hope you all are having a great start to the new year

thanks for the support despite my continuum to be a fairly inactive writer but an active community member; it really means a lot and makes me want to write more, as cliche as that sounds.

anyways, im gonna get some sleep and hopefully dose off before 5am like i have been this entire week, good night!

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