The Tale of the Dragon's WrathThe Tale of the Dragon's WrathThe Tale of the Dragon's Wrath2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Toothless! Toothless stop!"
Laughter disrupted Hiccup's protests to strip away much of their authority. Toothless had the boy pinned on the dewed grass of their cove. Something about the returning spring had put the dragon in a very playful mood.
"What is with you, you deranged reptile?" Hiccup asked with affection. His hands fought to keep the dragon at bay as the beast licked and nuzzled his face.
Hiccup hated a fresh coating of fish-saturated saliva as much as the next Viking, but nothing could dampen his mood on such a beautiful day. The thaw had come early that year; the trees had already budded and the air tasted sweet and warm. Birds returned to the cove after a winter's absence and danced overhead, echoing Hiccup's laughter with chirps of their own.
"Toothless stop" Hiccup said again. Toothless did not heed his command. The dragon's teeth had extractedthough Hiccup would be
GravityShe grinned at him. Dragons ravaged their livestock, Vikings bled and bellowed, and still she could smile. Blood stained the cracks of her teeth and her skin glistered in the firelight, smudged and cracked, but she was every bit as beautiful to him as the day she stood fresh and flower-scented at their wedding.Gravity2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was more than her smile that drew Stoick towards Valhallarama, even as battle blistered around him. He felt compelled to check in on her with every break between conflicts. He needed proof that he still had her. An irrational tenancy to indulge in battle, but one she tolerated.
"Yeh alright?" Stoick asked. They were always the first words from his mouth, even when he knew her answer.
Valhallarama wiped the sweat from her upper lip with the back of her hand and thumped her fist against her chest as if to prove her sturdiness. Her hair was pulled from her braids in several, dirty tresses and she sporte
Halcyon DreamsLukes eyes fluttered open, his mind sluggishly piecing together his surroundings. He could hear a comforting fireplace cackling in the background, wood snapping softly every so often. He saw a warm mahogany ceiling above him, dimly lit by the fire; the obvious absence of daylight signified that it was likely night. As his senses returned, Luke noticed that an unusual chillness had gripped his core, despite being practically smothered by a thick comforter. Soreness exuded from almost every inch of his body, resulting in a disorienting headache. But this headache was not accompanied by voices like he was used to; therefore it had to be self-induced. Luke attempted to search through his memories to discover how and why he had ended up in such a state, but it was futile, like trying to drink soup with a fork; everything slipped through his fingers just when he thought hed gotten hold of an answer. All he could tell was that he was currently resting in the Keterburg Inn.Halcyon Dreams5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This