A Sacrifice To Save You

Trusting issues

Myra glared at the dwarf in front of her, electric blue eyes gleaming eerily. She grunted. Lifting herself upright Myra wondered for a second if it was a good idea to give this arrogant maggot called king private lessons how to fight a foe hundred times bigger than themselves.

"You..." she hissed. Opening her jaws just enough so her tongue could snake out. Thorin's deep blue eyes returned her stare without even blinking. Foolish.

"Don't pretend you're going to kill me, we both know you're not going to do that," Thorin hummed.

Myra lifted her scaly brows growling at him licking her lower lip with her tongue. This dwarf was nothing but a speck of dust in her belly, but the idea of swallowing this arrogant creature caused the dragon immense pleasure.

"Just because you're courting me, don't make the mistake of taking me for granted," Myra slid silently toward him.

"Wouldn't dream of doing that, my love," Thorin smiled, the glint of amusement dancing on his face.

Myra snarled eyes flashing dangerously, flames peeking between her teeth. She was stoking the fire in her.

"We know you're softy underneath that scaly armor of yours," Thorin continued like he was taunting her.

Fire in her mouth cracked as the heat grew greater and growling deepened. He was pushing his luck.

Then out of the blue, Myra breathed a hot fire out of her gut missing Thorin only a few inches but the heat alone was enough to make him groan in pain.

Charging forward Myra opened her jaws wide opened targeting Thorin and he could see clearly in her eyes...Myra meant business.

Dodging her attack Thorin rolled to the side swinging his sword widely scraping Myra's shoulder but not enough to draw blood. Snapping the air Myra turned to aim him with her tail wiping the ground with it. Thorin barely jumped over it landing roughly on the other side.

Roaring Myra twirled around lifting the tail ramming it onto the rocks mashing them into pieces, sending them flying in every direction.

Dodging, Thorin tried not to get hit and found another boulder hiding behind it to catch his breath. Chuckling he listened her deep rumbling, hissing as she took another inhale preparing to breathe fire again. The earth underneath her resonated with every step she took while trying to pinpoint where Thorin had gone into hiding.

"I didn't hit a nerve, did I....darling?"

Another roar came out, bouncing off the stone walls around them and Thorin could feel the vibrations his chest.

Myra narrowed her eyes when she heard Thorin speaking and inhaling breath fire hitting the boulder he was hiding behind. Crouching down Thorin covered his face shielding from the heat while the rock gave out under the tense pressure and heat.

Thorin's hiding place literally melted away and when Thorin glanced over his shoulder when everything went deadly quiet, he saw Myra standing a little further away looking down at him a quiet growl leaving her throat, frills raised high making her appearance more ominous.

Giving Myra a quick smile Thorin stood up looking down at the bright orange and red rock that Myra's fire had melted.

"I guess I did..."

Just as Myra was about to reply hurried footsteps echoed through the air making them both turn to look back confused.

"This way, men!"

"I knew we shouldn't trust that demon dragon!"

"Hurry up!"

Myra and Thorin glanced at each other and shrugged as Myra sat down wrapping her tail around her while Thorin came to stand next to her left wing, shielding his sword.

"Dain?" Myra huffed quietly glancing down at Thorin who nodded in agreement.

"Dain,"

"Of course it is, I don't know which is the worse meddler....Dain or Gandalf," Myra rolled her eyes settling to wait until a group of twenty dwarves appeared from the path spears held in front of them while Thorin couldn't help but chuckle at her remark.

"Get away from him, you excuse of a dragon!" Dain shouted the minute he came into view pointing at Myra with his ax.

The dragon merely tilted her head looking down at the dwarven warriors that circled around her from all sides.

"I beg your pardon?" Myra asked politely staring at Dain who was fuming.

"You heard me! I never should have trusted you in the first place! I knew you were a bloodthirsty beast!"

Myra turned her attention to Thorin who was as confused as she was.

"What is he babbling about, Thorin?"

"I don't know,"

"Get ready to meet your end, dragon!" Dain yelled signaling his men to get ready for the attack. Myra turned to look at Dain now irritated lowering her head near the ground narrowing her eyes.

"Do you really think a puny dwarf like you can kill a creature like me? Take a second to actually think what you 're about to do....I am more powerful than any foe you have ever fight against, I killed Smaug the Golden with ease....and you took, what, twenty men to finish me off? No wonder, Thorin is said to be the more reasonable one of the two of you," Myra's voice grew darker, more sinister as she laid down the odds how this was going to play out for the dwarves.

"Taunting me won't save your scaly hive," Dain growled. Myra was about to give her answer with fuming rage when Thorin's commanding, a deep voice boomed across the area.

"Dain Ironfoot!!"

Dain and Myra turned to look at Thorin, whose face twisted with anger as he stared at his cousin.

"You are addressing my queen, my one, my wife! Show some respect!"

"She is a dragon! You can't seriously tell me you trust her not to try to take your life when she gets bored playing the tame little dragon that is willing to do your bidding," Dain's voice got louder his accent getting thicker as he pointed Myra who stood there, silent, just watching, buying her time.

"I can't prove anything, but I would have thought our friendship would have awarded me the courtesy of your trust," Thorin growled out his temper rising. He was tired of trying to convince his cousin Myra wasn't like the legends told dragons usually were. She was a celestial dragon and a guardian. That alone told enough of her good heart. But some of his folk wasn't ready to change and trust a fire breathing creature.

"Thorin, you can't be serious," Dain uttered, shocked to hear those words coming out from Thorin.

"I am, if you don't trust her, you better trust me. I know what I am doing," Thorin huffed patting Myra on her wing earning her attention. Lowering herself down, Thorin climbed on her back settling on the base of her neck, taking hold of one of her spikes and glared down.

"Unlike you, who brought only twenty warriors to fight a dragon. That proves enough which one is the smart one."

With a deep amused chuckle, Myra extended her wings and leaped into the air leaving shouting dwarves behind while Dain was gaping at them, watching them gradually flying higher.

"Did he just called me stupid?" Dain asked stunned, looking at the men on his right.

"I think he did, my Lord," one of his men answered earning a frown from Dain.

"That's just rude," Dain huffed.