A/N: Chapter twelve has arrived. I don't have much to say besides R&R!
And then I saw Stoick, he stares at me clapping, "You've done well."
Yup I'm dead. Goodbye world.
That's the end...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm just messing with you XD Sorry couldn't resist, here's the real chapter 12 :P *laughs out loud and runs from readers*
It's burning, something is burning. Maybe I'm dead this time, rotting in the fiery flames of hell. Or maybe I'm being roasted alive and eaten by dragons! No, that doesn't make sense. But I can't move my arm...I can't move it. I can't move either.
"She's waking up," The nothingness was disappearing, the darkness was fading. I was definitely dead, rotting in some person's jail cell as punishment for something I did while I was alive. I can't think of any other reason why a person would feel this much pain otherwise. My eyes open, and the first thing I do is scream.
"Calm her down," I hear a voice say, "before she see's it." See what? See what?"
I look around, my forehead sweating, my body is hot under the blanket. My eyesight blurry. It adjusts and I see I'm in a room made of wood, on a bed with a pillow underneath.
"Calm down," Snotlout says. He's standing to my left, there's a crowd of people on my right, but I can't see who exactly.
"Pain..."I manage to say, its so painful, I can't even speak without a tear falling down my cheek, "...something hurts." Sure i'm whining, but the hot burning feel in my right arm is rising. "what..."
"Keep her distracted."
"Doing what?"
"Anything!" I recognize the second voice as Hiccups. But my mind is beginning to dull with the feeling of the burning pain, "just keep her attention off her arm." Off my arm.
"What's wrong with my-?"
"So," Snotlout interrupts grabbing my cheeks and pulling my face to his, "how are you...uh..."
"What's wrong with my arm?" I ask, turning my head to look.
Before I see anything he grabs my cheeks and again pulls them towards him, "Look here!"
"But I wanna look at my arm..."
Snotlout looks at Hiccup, "That's a...funny question. Lets talk about something else. You never did tell me-"
"Snotlout," I say, "what's wrong with my arm?"
"Uh...i don't know."
"I'm going to look if you don't tell me," Sweat droplets are on my forehead.
He glares, "If you look I'll kiss you."
"You wouldn't."
"Yes!"
I feel like laughing, but the pain is way too overwhelming, "You're no the type."
"Are you saying I can't do it? The Great Snotlout? I can do ANYTHING I want."
"Then do away, Snotman because I'm looking," I have to know, I must know. Why is my arm burning, why can't I move it?
And I was wrong.
My head turns, and once again, I'm about to see why everyone is keeping me from seeing my arm. But then, a hand grabs my cheeks, forcing me the other way and as I never thought would happen, there are are lips firmly placed on mine.
For a moment my eyes widen, it feels warm, but I'm shocked. NEVER would he have done this when we were dating. It scares me a bit, is the situation really that serious? His eyes are closed and as we stay in that position longer, I feel mine close as well. I don't know how much longer we are in that position. But eventually he pulls away and we stare at each other.
His face turns towards Hiccup, and something causes him to speak, "What are you looking at!?"
"Nothing."
"You..." I mutter, "...your face is red."
He touches it, "Its not red. Its just hot in here. Is it hot in here? I swear its hot in here!"
"Snotlout..." I slam my head down, it lands on a pillow, "what's going on? Why won't anyone let me look at my arm?"
He hesitates, looking back at Hiccup again, then back at me, "Fine. But you have to promise not to freak out..."
"I can't promise that," My arm is burning, my upper arm is burning.
"You're so stubborn!" Snotlout exclaims, "fine. Look."
My head turns and I look. What sight before my is shocking.
I see nothing.
Just my shoulder covered in blood, "Where's my arm?" My head whips to Snotlout, "they took my arm off!?"
"I said don't freak out."
"How can I not freak out!? My arms gone," I feel like crying. My hear accelerates, I start to panic. And then my eyes roll into the back of my head and i'm in darkness.
When I wake up, the room is quiet. Anyone who was working on my arm is gone. I look at it, there's nothing but some old fashion bandages and a lot of blood. My arms gone. I thought it was a dream, a nightmare. Sent by the someone to torture me, but its true.
I sigh resting my head on my pillow and staring up to the ceiling, what was I going to do? "Stupid..."
"Who are you calling stupid?" Snotlout asks. I look to my left and he's sitting on a wooden bench, his back against the wall.
There's still pain, I can feel a stinging sensation on my open wound and my left hand clenches the blanket on top of me, "Nothing. Just hurts...a lot,"
"It should," Snotlout gets up, walking across the floor and standing beside the bed I lay, "your arm was taken off."
"Thanks captain obvious," I mutter under my breath.
"I can hear you ya know?"
I don't care, I just don't care. My arms gone, its embarrassing to look at. There's nothing there but a stump and I hated it. I didn't want anyone looking at me, I didn't want to look at it anymore. I look up at the ceiling, and away from the monstrous thing that was once my arm. Why couldn't I have just died? "Oh." Is all I can say.
"It doesn't look THAT bad!"
"It looks hideous!" I exclaim, "unnatural. Arms are suppose to be attached to shoulders. Not this...thing."
"Come on, lots of people have lost their limbs."
"Who cares?" I didn't like it, not one bit, "I wish I died."
Snotlout is glaring now with his arms crossed over his chest, "Excuse me? Wish you DIED? What about me? My opinion is what's most important."
"What are you going to tell me?" The kiss must have been a dream also, I mean, he wouldn't do that. Not with so many people in the room, and certainly not in public, "that i don't matter? I'm nothing without my arm."
"Enough about the arm!" Snotlout exclaims, "all great warriors lost their limbs."
My expression softens and I look at him, "You think i'm a warrior?"
"Duh. You're dating the Snotman. You'd better be a warrior."
Say what? I stare at him, my expression shifting. Did he just say we were dating? Since when, "Huh?"
"You seriously didn't hear me?"
"No. I did. I think..." I think the pain is playing tricks on my hearing, "the pain must be playing with my ears. I could've just sworn you said we are..." I hesitated, "...dating..."
Snotlout is near the left hand side of the bed, "Of course I said that. Are you going deaf or something?"
I laugh, "No." But there was something I didn't understand, something important, "i didn't know we were dating..." Hopefully he can clear something up.
"We weren't..." He trails off, waiting a couple minutes before saying anything else, "...until I kissed you."
"So that wasn't a dream..." I look back at the ceiling, "...wait, why do you get to decide?"
"Because I'm Snotlout," Snotlout answers, "...and I..." His face goes red, and he looks down, "...you."
"I can't hear you." I wanted to hear it.
"...you." Again.
"I still can't hear you."
"Fine, don't be so picky. I love you too! Happy now?" He scratches his neck.
My eyes widen, "You...?" This was a lot to take in at once, "You do?"
"I said it didn't i?" He frowns, "don't make me say it again because I won't."
"But we broke up."
"Doesn't mean anything," He answers.
"Then why...?"
Snotlout hesitates, pulling up a stool and leaning against my bed, "Its my dad, okay? He's picky."
"So it was your dad," I smirk, and then whisper to myself, "Astrid was right."
"What?"
"Nothing," I look at him.
He continues, "no Jorgenson should date someone of lower clan status. We're warriors, we will always be warriors." Then he looks at me, "you're obviously one now. Since your arms gone."
"So you're dating me because my arms gone?" I glare, "what a reason." Sarcasm hurts, but whatever.
"More like an excuse," Snotlout says, "I want to date you."
"But you just-"
"Don't you know what excuses are?" He shoots back, "please don't make say the L word again."
"Love?"
"Stop talking!"
"Its not so hard to say it," I say.
"Then you say it."
"I just did."
"Say it again."
"Why?"
"Because I asked you too."
"Fine. I love you."
I think he stops breathing, I do too, "Stop saying that!" His face turns red.
Hilarious, "You're funny. Always changing your mind."
"Am not."
"You so are," I move my arm and hit his shoulder, "you totally just did."
"No..."
"Yes."
"I did not,"
I shake my head looking up at the ceiling, my arm is still paining. The open wound is still stinging, "My arm. Why did they remove it?"
"Something about toxin and blood..."
"Maybe Hiccup will know."
He glares again, "Maybe I know!"
"You obviously don't," I reply, "you just said."
Snotlout crosses his arms, "What if I do know?"
I stare at him.
"Okay. I don't know."
"No you don't," I sigh, "stupid arm stub..."
"It looks good on you."
"There's bandages on it; and blood."
"No, no its good. Its so..." He is trying to find the word, "...Penny." I feel like thing are back to normal between us, a normal conversation like this. I am smiling despite the pain, "What?"
"It's just," I close my eyes, "I imagined us talking this so many times over the last year. I never thought it would actually happen..."
"We're soul-mates," Snotlout states, "of course we would talk again. Time is short."
It was true. I close my eyes, yawning a bit. Exhaustion was wiping over me, but I had to fight it. This wasn't a dream, but what if it was.
"My dad is probably looking for me," Snotlout is about to leave.
I open my eyes "Can you stay? Until I fall asleep?"
"Fine. But don't waste time."
Just like Snotlout. I try to focus on my exhaustion, and focus the pain out. My eyes close and for a few minutes all I hear is our breathing. Then, something warm brushes up against my forehead and pushes my bangs to either side of my face. Something warm presses against my cheek, "Don't die while I'm gone beautiful."
And exhaustion takes me to dreamland.
When I wake up its dark outside. A figure is sitting by my bed, smaller than Snotlout, writing something in a small journal. I see two more figures, much larger by my bed.
One jumps up, "Easy Toothless," I hear Hiccup say, "You're awake..."
"Yeah," I manage to say before feeling something push my arm. Its the purple Nadder, "Oh. What are you doing here?"
Hiccup gestures to the door, "He's been sitting on Gothi's front porch for a while. We thought he would leave," Hiccup laughs, "and then he tried to push himself through the door."
"That must have been funny."
"It was. Until he managed to get in."
"Mess?"
"Oh yeah. But..." He watches as the Nadder sits by my bed and starts hitting my head, "...I can see why he wanted in."
The dragon sniffs my arm stub. And I watch as it sits down beside my bed and puts its head on the floor, "Where'd Snotlout go?"
"His father wanted him," Hiccup answers shutting his notebook, "heard him muttering something like that. How are you feeling?"
I sigh, "Sore. Tired. Its not everyday you lose your arm."
"I know how you feel. It's a lot to take in at first. But you'll get use to it. We'll find ways to help."
There were so many questions, and I knew I was going to ask them all, "Why...?" I look at my arm stump.
"We don't know what happened. Gothi thought it was badly infected, or something like that. Anyway we took removed it and..." He pauses, "the blood was dry. Clumped together."
I frown, "Like a blod clot."
"Kind of. It looked like it was hardening or something..." Hiccup smiles, "but we saved you at least. That's really good."
"It is."
Hiccup swallows, looking to the ground, "You probably want that explanation now."
It had completely slipped my mind, Hiccup was going to tell me about the dragon. I nod and he starts, "It was a day after I became Chief. Toothless and I went flying South. We'd never gone that way and I thought we could discover something new. We got this large mountain in the middle of nowhere."
"Large mountain?"
"It was weird. Below it was nothing but water. An underground volcano but above the waters surface. We went to investigate, and on a ledge was a nest with several eggs. We got too close and when the mother showed up we accidentally hit the nest with Toothless's tail. We only saved one egg. The rest went under the water."
My eyes widen, I understand now, "The dragon wants revenge."
"I don't know what to do," He sighs, "if Toothless and I leave. Then who will run the village? And if I don't leave, that thing will destroy Berk."
I think, "Just a suggestion of course. But if you brought the academy back into existence, even for a few months, we could study it. Learn about it. And maybe, everyone can work together to keep it away for good."
"Maybe," Hiccup says, "I don't know if that's a good idea..."
I shake my head, "We worked well earlier. Its the only way, and you know it. Berk needs it Hiccup. Why can't you see that?"
"Because I can't do it anymore. Don't you see? My actions, MY actions caused that thing to attack Berk. If I can't protect Berk than what am I?"
"What you think you are. Don't go back to the old ways. YOU changed Berk for the better. Not me. Not anyone else. YOU are every bit the hero you once were. You've never doubted yourself. Why now?"
He hesitates, "My father's shoes are too big for me."
"Don't say that. They fit perfectly. You've done well so far, just keep going."
"Yeah, I guess your right."
For a moment no words are spoken, I feel like continuing to encourage him but I knew it was a bad idea, "You'll have to fly Toothless now. I can't," I point to my right hand shoulder, "you need two arms to fly."
"Gobbers got some ideas," He smiles, "a arm to help you hold on to your dragon. And another to wear when the wound is healed."
"Already?" I laugh, "he's going to have to wait. I don't have a dragon yet. With moms constant nagging..." I haven't seen her yet, "...where's my mom?"
He shakes his head, "Who knows. She was here earlier."
"At least she came."
"She'll be here again," He points to the purple Nadder, "By the way isn't this your dragon?"
The purple Nadder is asleep, its chest rising and falling.
"No. Just a friend. We haven't gotten there yet."
"I'd say you have," He gestures to the dragons, "dragons don't barge into people's homes unless their worried...and their only ever worried about their riders. Or their riders friends."
I smile, "Maybe we have gotten there. Its hard when so much has happened."
"How did you meet?"
Ignoring the continual pain in my arm, I tell Hiccup the entire story, starting from my dragon watching event with Astrid to the more recent events. When I finish he looks at me, "That's interesting. I've never heard a story like that before. And it kill the other Nadder? You're sure?"
"As sure as I can be," I answer, "we saw it fall dead. The others tried to attack the purple Nadder..."
"Have you named it?"
I laugh, "Not yet. I'm hoping to know more about him first. Maybe see your mom. She could tell me something."
"I'll ask for you."
"I can do it."
"No, let me. You're not getting out of here anytime soon. Plus he needs a name."
It was true, "Thanks Hiccup."
At that moment someone walks in. Snotlout, "What are YOU doing here?" He snaps.
Hiccup doesn't say anything at first, "I'm leaving," He turns to me, "I'll talk to mom." And he leaves, sliding through the door with Toothless on his tail.
Snotlout looks at me, "What was that about?"
I smile, "Nothing."
Hiccup was finally starting to resurface.
And then I saw Stoick, he stares at me clapping, "You've done well."
Yup I'm dead. Goodbye world.
That's the end...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm just messing with you XD Sorry couldn't resist, here's the real chapter 12 :P *laughs out loud and runs from readers*
It's burning, something is burning. Maybe I'm dead this time, rotting in the fiery flames of hell. Or maybe I'm being roasted alive and eaten by dragons! No, that doesn't make sense. But I can't move my arm...I can't move it. I can't move either.
"She's waking up," The nothingness was disappearing, the darkness was fading. I was definitely dead, rotting in some person's jail cell as punishment for something I did while I was alive. I can't think of any other reason why a person would feel this much pain otherwise. My eyes open, and the first thing I do is scream.
"Calm her down," I hear a voice say, "before she see's it." See what? See what?"
I look around, my forehead sweating, my body is hot under the blanket. My eyesight blurry. It adjusts and I see I'm in a room made of wood, on a bed with a pillow underneath.
"Calm down," Snotlout says. He's standing to my left, there's a crowd of people on my right, but I can't see who exactly.
"Pain..."I manage to say, its so painful, I can't even speak without a tear falling down my cheek, "...something hurts." Sure i'm whining, but the hot burning feel in my right arm is rising. "what..."
"Keep her distracted."
"Doing what?"
"Anything!" I recognize the second voice as Hiccups. But my mind is beginning to dull with the feeling of the burning pain, "just keep her attention off her arm." Off my arm.
"What's wrong with my-?"
"So," Snotlout interrupts grabbing my cheeks and pulling my face to his, "how are you...uh..."
"What's wrong with my arm?" I ask, turning my head to look.
Before I see anything he grabs my cheeks and again pulls them towards him, "Look here!"
"But I wanna look at my arm..."
Snotlout looks at Hiccup, "That's a...funny question. Lets talk about something else. You never did tell me-"
"Snotlout," I say, "what's wrong with my arm?"
"Uh...i don't know."
"I'm going to look if you don't tell me," Sweat droplets are on my forehead.
He glares, "If you look I'll kiss you."
"You wouldn't."
"Yes!"
I feel like laughing, but the pain is way too overwhelming, "You're no the type."
"Are you saying I can't do it? The Great Snotlout? I can do ANYTHING I want."
"Then do away, Snotman because I'm looking," I have to know, I must know. Why is my arm burning, why can't I move it?
And I was wrong.
My head turns, and once again, I'm about to see why everyone is keeping me from seeing my arm. But then, a hand grabs my cheeks, forcing me the other way and as I never thought would happen, there are are lips firmly placed on mine.
For a moment my eyes widen, it feels warm, but I'm shocked. NEVER would he have done this when we were dating. It scares me a bit, is the situation really that serious? His eyes are closed and as we stay in that position longer, I feel mine close as well. I don't know how much longer we are in that position. But eventually he pulls away and we stare at each other.
His face turns towards Hiccup, and something causes him to speak, "What are you looking at!?"
"Nothing."
"You..." I mutter, "...your face is red."
He touches it, "Its not red. Its just hot in here. Is it hot in here? I swear its hot in here!"
"Snotlout..." I slam my head down, it lands on a pillow, "what's going on? Why won't anyone let me look at my arm?"
He hesitates, looking back at Hiccup again, then back at me, "Fine. But you have to promise not to freak out..."
"I can't promise that," My arm is burning, my upper arm is burning.
"You're so stubborn!" Snotlout exclaims, "fine. Look."
My head turns and I look. What sight before my is shocking.
I see nothing.
Just my shoulder covered in blood, "Where's my arm?" My head whips to Snotlout, "they took my arm off!?"
"I said don't freak out."
"How can I not freak out!? My arms gone," I feel like crying. My hear accelerates, I start to panic. And then my eyes roll into the back of my head and i'm in darkness.
When I wake up, the room is quiet. Anyone who was working on my arm is gone. I look at it, there's nothing but some old fashion bandages and a lot of blood. My arms gone. I thought it was a dream, a nightmare. Sent by the someone to torture me, but its true.
I sigh resting my head on my pillow and staring up to the ceiling, what was I going to do? "Stupid..."
"Who are you calling stupid?" Snotlout asks. I look to my left and he's sitting on a wooden bench, his back against the wall.
There's still pain, I can feel a stinging sensation on my open wound and my left hand clenches the blanket on top of me, "Nothing. Just hurts...a lot,"
"It should," Snotlout gets up, walking across the floor and standing beside the bed I lay, "your arm was taken off."
"Thanks captain obvious," I mutter under my breath.
"I can hear you ya know?"
I don't care, I just don't care. My arms gone, its embarrassing to look at. There's nothing there but a stump and I hated it. I didn't want anyone looking at me, I didn't want to look at it anymore. I look up at the ceiling, and away from the monstrous thing that was once my arm. Why couldn't I have just died? "Oh." Is all I can say.
"It doesn't look THAT bad!"
"It looks hideous!" I exclaim, "unnatural. Arms are suppose to be attached to shoulders. Not this...thing."
"Come on, lots of people have lost their limbs."
"Who cares?" I didn't like it, not one bit, "I wish I died."
Snotlout is glaring now with his arms crossed over his chest, "Excuse me? Wish you DIED? What about me? My opinion is what's most important."
"What are you going to tell me?" The kiss must have been a dream also, I mean, he wouldn't do that. Not with so many people in the room, and certainly not in public, "that i don't matter? I'm nothing without my arm."
"Enough about the arm!" Snotlout exclaims, "all great warriors lost their limbs."
My expression softens and I look at him, "You think i'm a warrior?"
"Duh. You're dating the Snotman. You'd better be a warrior."
Say what? I stare at him, my expression shifting. Did he just say we were dating? Since when, "Huh?"
"You seriously didn't hear me?"
"No. I did. I think..." I think the pain is playing tricks on my hearing, "the pain must be playing with my ears. I could've just sworn you said we are..." I hesitated, "...dating..."
Snotlout is near the left hand side of the bed, "Of course I said that. Are you going deaf or something?"
I laugh, "No." But there was something I didn't understand, something important, "i didn't know we were dating..." Hopefully he can clear something up.
"We weren't..." He trails off, waiting a couple minutes before saying anything else, "...until I kissed you."
"So that wasn't a dream..." I look back at the ceiling, "...wait, why do you get to decide?"
"Because I'm Snotlout," Snotlout answers, "...and I..." His face goes red, and he looks down, "...you."
"I can't hear you." I wanted to hear it.
"...you." Again.
"I still can't hear you."
"Fine, don't be so picky. I love you too! Happy now?" He scratches his neck.
My eyes widen, "You...?" This was a lot to take in at once, "You do?"
"I said it didn't i?" He frowns, "don't make me say it again because I won't."
"But we broke up."
"Doesn't mean anything," He answers.
"Then why...?"
Snotlout hesitates, pulling up a stool and leaning against my bed, "Its my dad, okay? He's picky."
"So it was your dad," I smirk, and then whisper to myself, "Astrid was right."
"What?"
"Nothing," I look at him.
He continues, "no Jorgenson should date someone of lower clan status. We're warriors, we will always be warriors." Then he looks at me, "you're obviously one now. Since your arms gone."
"So you're dating me because my arms gone?" I glare, "what a reason." Sarcasm hurts, but whatever.
"More like an excuse," Snotlout says, "I want to date you."
"But you just-"
"Don't you know what excuses are?" He shoots back, "please don't make say the L word again."
"Love?"
"Stop talking!"
"Its not so hard to say it," I say.
"Then you say it."
"I just did."
"Say it again."
"Why?"
"Because I asked you too."
"Fine. I love you."
I think he stops breathing, I do too, "Stop saying that!" His face turns red.
Hilarious, "You're funny. Always changing your mind."
"Am not."
"You so are," I move my arm and hit his shoulder, "you totally just did."
"No..."
"Yes."
"I did not,"
I shake my head looking up at the ceiling, my arm is still paining. The open wound is still stinging, "My arm. Why did they remove it?"
"Something about toxin and blood..."
"Maybe Hiccup will know."
He glares again, "Maybe I know!"
"You obviously don't," I reply, "you just said."
Snotlout crosses his arms, "What if I do know?"
I stare at him.
"Okay. I don't know."
"No you don't," I sigh, "stupid arm stub..."
"It looks good on you."
"There's bandages on it; and blood."
"No, no its good. Its so..." He is trying to find the word, "...Penny." I feel like thing are back to normal between us, a normal conversation like this. I am smiling despite the pain, "What?"
"It's just," I close my eyes, "I imagined us talking this so many times over the last year. I never thought it would actually happen..."
"We're soul-mates," Snotlout states, "of course we would talk again. Time is short."
It was true. I close my eyes, yawning a bit. Exhaustion was wiping over me, but I had to fight it. This wasn't a dream, but what if it was.
"My dad is probably looking for me," Snotlout is about to leave.
I open my eyes "Can you stay? Until I fall asleep?"
"Fine. But don't waste time."
Just like Snotlout. I try to focus on my exhaustion, and focus the pain out. My eyes close and for a few minutes all I hear is our breathing. Then, something warm brushes up against my forehead and pushes my bangs to either side of my face. Something warm presses against my cheek, "Don't die while I'm gone beautiful."
And exhaustion takes me to dreamland.
When I wake up its dark outside. A figure is sitting by my bed, smaller than Snotlout, writing something in a small journal. I see two more figures, much larger by my bed.
One jumps up, "Easy Toothless," I hear Hiccup say, "You're awake..."
"Yeah," I manage to say before feeling something push my arm. Its the purple Nadder, "Oh. What are you doing here?"
Hiccup gestures to the door, "He's been sitting on Gothi's front porch for a while. We thought he would leave," Hiccup laughs, "and then he tried to push himself through the door."
"That must have been funny."
"It was. Until he managed to get in."
"Mess?"
"Oh yeah. But..." He watches as the Nadder sits by my bed and starts hitting my head, "...I can see why he wanted in."
The dragon sniffs my arm stub. And I watch as it sits down beside my bed and puts its head on the floor, "Where'd Snotlout go?"
"His father wanted him," Hiccup answers shutting his notebook, "heard him muttering something like that. How are you feeling?"
I sigh, "Sore. Tired. Its not everyday you lose your arm."
"I know how you feel. It's a lot to take in at first. But you'll get use to it. We'll find ways to help."
There were so many questions, and I knew I was going to ask them all, "Why...?" I look at my arm stump.
"We don't know what happened. Gothi thought it was badly infected, or something like that. Anyway we took removed it and..." He pauses, "the blood was dry. Clumped together."
I frown, "Like a blod clot."
"Kind of. It looked like it was hardening or something..." Hiccup smiles, "but we saved you at least. That's really good."
"It is."
Hiccup swallows, looking to the ground, "You probably want that explanation now."
It had completely slipped my mind, Hiccup was going to tell me about the dragon. I nod and he starts, "It was a day after I became Chief. Toothless and I went flying South. We'd never gone that way and I thought we could discover something new. We got this large mountain in the middle of nowhere."
"Large mountain?"
"It was weird. Below it was nothing but water. An underground volcano but above the waters surface. We went to investigate, and on a ledge was a nest with several eggs. We got too close and when the mother showed up we accidentally hit the nest with Toothless's tail. We only saved one egg. The rest went under the water."
My eyes widen, I understand now, "The dragon wants revenge."
"I don't know what to do," He sighs, "if Toothless and I leave. Then who will run the village? And if I don't leave, that thing will destroy Berk."
I think, "Just a suggestion of course. But if you brought the academy back into existence, even for a few months, we could study it. Learn about it. And maybe, everyone can work together to keep it away for good."
"Maybe," Hiccup says, "I don't know if that's a good idea..."
I shake my head, "We worked well earlier. Its the only way, and you know it. Berk needs it Hiccup. Why can't you see that?"
"Because I can't do it anymore. Don't you see? My actions, MY actions caused that thing to attack Berk. If I can't protect Berk than what am I?"
"What you think you are. Don't go back to the old ways. YOU changed Berk for the better. Not me. Not anyone else. YOU are every bit the hero you once were. You've never doubted yourself. Why now?"
He hesitates, "My father's shoes are too big for me."
"Don't say that. They fit perfectly. You've done well so far, just keep going."
"Yeah, I guess your right."
For a moment no words are spoken, I feel like continuing to encourage him but I knew it was a bad idea, "You'll have to fly Toothless now. I can't," I point to my right hand shoulder, "you need two arms to fly."
"Gobbers got some ideas," He smiles, "a arm to help you hold on to your dragon. And another to wear when the wound is healed."
"Already?" I laugh, "he's going to have to wait. I don't have a dragon yet. With moms constant nagging..." I haven't seen her yet, "...where's my mom?"
He shakes his head, "Who knows. She was here earlier."
"At least she came."
"She'll be here again," He points to the purple Nadder, "By the way isn't this your dragon?"
The purple Nadder is asleep, its chest rising and falling.
"No. Just a friend. We haven't gotten there yet."
"I'd say you have," He gestures to the dragons, "dragons don't barge into people's homes unless their worried...and their only ever worried about their riders. Or their riders friends."
I smile, "Maybe we have gotten there. Its hard when so much has happened."
"How did you meet?"
Ignoring the continual pain in my arm, I tell Hiccup the entire story, starting from my dragon watching event with Astrid to the more recent events. When I finish he looks at me, "That's interesting. I've never heard a story like that before. And it kill the other Nadder? You're sure?"
"As sure as I can be," I answer, "we saw it fall dead. The others tried to attack the purple Nadder..."
"Have you named it?"
I laugh, "Not yet. I'm hoping to know more about him first. Maybe see your mom. She could tell me something."
"I'll ask for you."
"I can do it."
"No, let me. You're not getting out of here anytime soon. Plus he needs a name."
It was true, "Thanks Hiccup."
At that moment someone walks in. Snotlout, "What are YOU doing here?" He snaps.
Hiccup doesn't say anything at first, "I'm leaving," He turns to me, "I'll talk to mom." And he leaves, sliding through the door with Toothless on his tail.
Snotlout looks at me, "What was that about?"
I smile, "Nothing."
Hiccup was finally starting to resurface.