Y/N is a dragon rider who loves remaining free with her light fury, Crystal. One day, on a trip to the Northern markets a boy and night fury runs into her. Convincing her to join the riders with her knowledge on dragons to stop Viggo and the dragon...
After the talk I had with Heather about Y/N and her dragon we headed out to a dragon hunter outpost that we decided to check out. While we were flying I kept looking above to see if she was following us.
And indeed she was. Hiding high above the clouds to avoid being seen, but she kept her distance from others. I saw looking at me and she smiled. Her dragon seemed to have been calmed down as well as we stop.
"Ok guys, this dragon hunter is very sneaky. He's also been known for trading at this location. Stay with your partner and signal any of us if you find anything." I explain, they nod as Snoutlout flies with me and we fly north.
"Ok hiccup I need you to put in a good word for me." I look over at him with a confused expression. "Why? With who Astrid?" He snickers. "Please, I'm so over Astrid. You can have her, or Y/N." I roll my eyes.
While we flying a bright firework lit the sky, we all followed to see a dragon hunter ship firing a egg in the air. Snoutlout and the twins went for it, but they crashed into each other. Astrid knocked the egg to Fishlegs, then to Heather who had Windshear wrap its tail around it. "No!" Heather yelled.
Then, out of nowhere a dragon flew above the cliff. Y/N was holding the egg in her she was hesitant on giving it to us, but she gently let the egg slip into my arms and flew away.
Time skip.
"What kind of dragon is it?" I ask, Fishlegs asks. We see Tuffnut walk in but we were distracted. "Lets look over the dragon eye notes again. Maybe that'll help." He nods. "Okay, but I didn't see anything for eggs or hatchlings." As we walk to the notes.
"Uh guys?" Tuffnut speaks. "Not now tuff." He crouches down as the egg cracks. "Tuffnut!" I yell, "why didn't you say something?!" He rolls his eyes. "Really," as we all yelp as the shell falls off.
Revealing a yellow dragon, with stripes on his head all the down to his tail, with faded red on the tip of the wings. Along with two large horns, little spikes on its head, two spots around his eyes, and blue frills on its ears and on his tail.
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"What is it?" Fishlegs asks. "I- don't know. It looks familiar." Then it starts crying out loud which hurt our ears. "I liked it better when it was in the egg." As we cover our ears once more as the night terrors fly off.
During dinner the baby hatchling was still crying. "Can someone please shut that thing up?!" Snoutlout yells, Heather felt sympathy for the baby and said it probably missed its mother. "That's what I was saying Heather, right?" We all roll our eyes at Snoutlout's change of attitude to impress Heather. "Garffiljorg!" Tuffnut exclaims.
"What?" I ask confused. "Who cares what we call it! It keeps making that noise!" Ruffnut complains. We try to eat dinner as best as we could, then we dropped him off the stable and he was still crying. Then chicken went to the young dragon and attempted to calm it down. It did and fired a amber blast and subdued it. Tuffnut was quick enough to get chicken before the dragon did.
"Is it obvious? Vicious hungry dragon, terrified Vikings, and amber?" Tuffnut says accusingly. "It's a baby Deathsong, believe me, we know." Fishlegs adds on. "Well that's just great." As Snoutlout walks out of the stable.
The Next day I was cutting the amber that Chicken was stuck in with my flame sword. Tuffnut was walking back and forth sobbing all because of chicken being trapped. "Tuff, would you relax? You crying and just waking over there isn't going to help chicken." He calmed down when he was comforting chicken but then he went back to crying.
Then I manage to find a weak spot in the cocoon and I had toothless quickly drag on it and chicken was free. Heather, Astrid and the rest of the gang came with garf who was still crying. When he saw chicken he growled. "He's been crying the entire night, and the dragons barely got sleep." Fishlegs tiredly said.
"Well, I think we should get rid of him now, right Heather?" She wasn't paying attention as she was humming a lullaby. "The sky is dark, and the hills are white."
"As the storm king sings from the north, tonight."
"And this is the song, the storm king sings, as over the world his cloak he flings."
"Sleep, sleep, Little one sleep. He rustles his wings and gruffly sings."
"Sleep, little one sleep." As the baby Deathsong finally calmed down and fell asleep.
