Between Waves and Clouds

02 - Crashing down

As the hours were passing by in the morning, the clouds were strating to dissipate, a few shy sunshines lightening up the village and its surroundings. Above the colorful houses with dragon statues, some dark shadows flew by, they seemed prety intimating, still the vikings in the streets didn't worry about it, they were used to it.

''Come on, Hookfang !'' A short but broad viking yelled from the back of a red, black stripes dragon. ''Faster !''

''Watch out !'' Another one replied.

A two-headed dragon, covered with red and yellows spots, almost dumped into the first one, then resumed his flight carefreely. On saddles strapped in the necks of the creature sat a man and a woman, they were rather slim but still built, they looked so much like each other it was obvious they were twins. The right head of the dragon, carrying the blond braided woman, opened its mouth and let out a tock green gas.

Said gas spread among the roofs before being ignitied by the second head, shaking off the wooden tiles and waking up the remaining villagers who were still asleep.

The dragons flew above the smithy, the long opened building settled in the middle of the village. There, the black-smith Gobber, despite getting old, was still working, making several materials for the villagers and also taking care of the dragons' teeth health. That day, he was working on a metal tooth he was going to place on a Gronckle.

Next to him was the chief, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, wrapped in his father's dark brown furr cloak, the symbol of the chieftain. Even if he was lanky compared to the rest of the vikings, he surely was the most respected and admired man in the clan. Indeed, if the Hairy Hooligans had this way of life, living peacefully with dragons instead of fighting them to death, it was thanks to him.

When the two-headed green dragon flew by, his riders greeted their chief.

''Morning, chief !''

''Morning twins, try not to burn down the village, will you ?''

'' 'Burn down the village' ?'' The blond man on the left head snickered. ''Did he just gave us permission ?''

His twin snickered back, then the two disppeared behind the trees, promising new desastrous pranks the chief would have to clean up afterwards.

When an explosion rang into the sky, the chief called out his loyal dragon friend, the last Night Fury and king of dragons was never far from him. The two of them took off instantly. The black dragon, whose name was Toothless due to retractable teeth, has a fake fin replacing the left one on his tail. The chief had designed itt himself when he was a teenager and met the dragon, so the creature could fly despite his missing limb. That still made him the fastest dragon of the whole island.

The duo zipped above the village until they reached the hangar where the village was storing fish and other sea-products. There was a burnt hole in the roof, and another dragon came out of it. This one had four legs, a very long and sharps tail, and seemed to be made of steel, the shining scales reflected the light in that unique way only Razorwhips had. The colorful purples eyes stood out of the whole frame, just like the rider on his back.

This young man was not very tall and not peculiarily broad, still his personality had made him quite famouse (in a wrong way) within the village. He was nothing short but unbearable. If the female Razorwhip nor his irritating tone was not enough to recognize him, his short dark-brown dreadlocks gathered in a tail on his shoulders would be. The young man, despite being a dragon rider and one of the best students at the Academy, was quite childish and irresponsible.

''Huh... hi chief.'' He said with a nervous chuckle.

''Sneezelout Jorgenson, may I know what you think you're doing ?''