Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 6Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter header: BOULDER, as I imagine him.
Credit to ~BlueSmudge. See her link below.
Silverwings has been able to accept the fact that her lover Nighthawk has a close bond with a human. However, the fact that a human came into her life puts her world upside-down completely. She learns from her children though, they readily accept everything about their father and his 'human brother' as they are not yet prejudiced. Both Nighthawk and Hiccup are delighted with the yearlings and they in turn have the time of their lives with their father and his friend.
For Silverwings however, the appreciation she has begun to feel for Hiccup disappears completely when Nighthawk reveals that Hiccup was the one that maimed him and made him lose his flight. She keeps that hidden from Nighthawk. But it will not be long before Hiccup, with his uncanny understanding of dragons, senses the renewed hostility of this terrifying dragoness.
Just moments ago it is revealed to her that there are even mor
RemembersHiccup remembers the sound of his mother's voice—a little nasally with a throaty laugh. He remembers her laugh more than any words she ever spoke to him. Nearly every memory Hiccup retains of his mother involvers her laughter—deep and hearty. He could sit at the porch step of their home and hear her laughing all the way from Hooligan Harbor.Remembers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than her laugh, Hiccup remembers the way his father would look at her. Sometimes staring into her eyes, quietly across the table or in greeting when she returned on a ship, but mostly at her back, at her profile, from afar. A silent admiration that would soften those hard, pale eyes and lessen the wrinkles of his brow. Stoick would look at Valhallarama, and Hiccup would look at Stoick, and she would look out to the horizon.
But most of all—more than her laugh or her presence—Hiccup remembers her absence. How she would return from a quest and a month, sometimes a week later set off for another. She’d come h
When Master Meets Trapper (HtTYD): Ch. 5Chapter V: Let's Not Jump to ConclusionsWhen Master Meets Trapper (HtTYD): Ch. 58 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stared at the dragon in shock, allowing him to bowl me over. This clearing seemed to be the only place on the island that wasn't littered with traps, other than the beach. That told me he was stuck in this clearing for gods-know-how-long.
"Wha— how—" I stutter. "So this is why Stormfly had us land on the island? Because she found Skullcrusher and not Eret."
"I knew it!" exclaims Snotlout through gritted teeth. "Once a trapper, always a trapper, and Hiccup, you have to remember that he was the best trapper to ever live. He's probably planned this whole thing out and can be with some other guy plotting to destroy Berk."
I shook my head in denial. There's no way Eret, son of Eret, despite being the best trapper, would suddenly turn his back just like that. Two months on Berk is long enough for anyone to grow a real soft spot for dragons. "Now, Snotlout, let's not jump to conclusions just yet," I say. "All we kn
To Soar Into the Sunset: Ch. 1To Soar Into the Sunset: Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To Soar Into the Sunset: Being the Memoirs of a Somewhat Irregular Night Fury
(aka "How to Train Your Dragon with a Robert Heinlein Plot Twist")
Author´s Notes: (More Like Author's Encylopedia Britanica Volume I Nerd Edition Version 2.5, but just for this chapter) When I saw "How to Train Your Dragon" I could not get it out of my head how much Hiccup's nararation sounded like what you would read from a character in a Robert Heinlein novel- funny, sarcastic but also very thought provoking, too. I then thought it could be fun to write the movie novelization as though Robert Heinlein had written it (since he did write a lot of science fiction for young adults). I wrote it from Toothless' point of view. (It gives a chance to view us humans as an alien species, and we can be really weird.) First off: I can imitate Heinlein's style in a basic way, but it is just a poor imitation. If you can grab one of his books, do so. It's worth it. He´s influe
Just a Boy in a ForgeAstrid strolled through the center of Berk, casually flipping her axe from hand to hand as she often did when she was happy. It was time to get it sharpened again. One of the perks of dating the blacksmith apprentice: her order jumped to the front the line. She’d be back to swinging it in no time.Just a Boy in a Forge2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Speaking of lines… there was a small gathering before the smithy. Astrid frowned; she knew this to be a quiet day for forgework. Hiccup often got off early.
A closer inspection of the group told Astrid they weren’t there for weapons.
Her lip curled and her steps grew heavy as she stomped towards the queue. The flathead of her axe accidentally swung a little too far in her game of switch-hands and it caught one girl at the waist. She went sprawling to the ground. The small crowd broke.
"Astrid!" the downed girl snarled.
"Scram, Inga," Astrid snapped. She passed an edgy glare over the rest—a couple girls her junior, one
Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 7Silverwings and Toothless - chapter 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silverwings has been able to accept the fact that her lover Nighthawk has a close bond with a human. However, the fact that a human came into her life puts her world upside-down. She gets even more upset when she is told more dragons and people are around of an accompanying search party. Hiccup then extends a formal invitation to Silverwings for her and the yearlings to visit faraway Berk. This is made possible because the yearlings will be carried in baskets.
She agrees to that, mostly to please Nighthawk but also because it allows her to spend more time with him. But it means she again has to adapt to an ever widening perspective on a whole different way of life.
Hiccup tries to lighten the mood and initiates the first flying experience of the yearlings on their father's back. After that he encourages Nighthawk to fly alone for the first time. Nighthawk finds out how exhausted Silverwings is, and watches over her that night.
The next morning, after breakfast, Hiccup
Liar, LiarThe only thing Astrid found more unsettling than finding Hiccup on a secluded beach, soaking wet and staring off against another dragon rider, was his conduct.Liar, Liar2 years ago in Drama More Like This
An hour earlier she had caught sight of him flying off after storming from his father’s home—a common enough occurrence. Hiccup was often more willing to open up after a good fly, so Astrid had given them an hour’s period to cool off before she and Stormfly tracked them down. Usually she’d find them on some abandoned outcrop or seated in the branches of a high tree. They’d talk, tease, fight, kiss, and go home.
This time was different.
Hiccup offered no acknowledgement of Astrid’s arrival, not even when she dismounted in a jingle of metal and leather loud enough to disturb the thick tension strung between he and the stranger. His fixation on the woman across from him remained undisturbed; he stood with empty hands, parted lips, and naked disbelief raked across his face
Mythology with a Twist: Perseus and AndromedaPerseus could not wait to get home and shove Medusa’s head into the King’s face; that would teach him a lesson for thinking him as weak!Mythology with a Twist: Perseus and Andromeda1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Admittedly, he could have never done it on his own; hadn’t it been for Athena, he’d still be trying to figure a way to get to Medusa’s cave.
Not only she had instructed him on how to get to Medusa and kill her, but she had equipped him with all these extraordinary weapons too.
Athena herself had offered him her shield; Hades had provided a helm that turned him invisible at will; Hermes had given him winged sandals. Not to mention he had killed Medusa using Zeus’s sword; how many mortals could claim the same?
The desperate pleas for help coming from somewhere below him, brought him out of his reverie.
He stopped midair and took a good look around; he spotted a girl chained to a rock mid-ocean and some sort of sea monster swimming in circles around the small rock-island she was chained o
Miss#1 (Tahno)Miss#1 (Tahno)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The water at the edge of Republic City was calm and quiet. I could see Air Temple Island across the stretch of waves but that was just an excuse; that way if someone caught me staring they would think I was admiring past Avatar Aang's statue or the Island itself. No one would know that I was really studying the water movements.
I can't help but laugh softly as I recognize the impossibly annoying voice calling my name. Of course, it would be her who has to come and ruin my day.
"Hey Tahno, how are you?" she asks, coming to a stop beside me.
"If you're that worried about me Uh-Vatar then just come right out and say it. I don't understand why everyone feels the need to spare my feelings." The words come out defensive, vicious, and hostile.
Silverwings and Toothless -chapter 12Silverwings and Toothless -chapter 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter header: TOOTHLESS and SILVERWINGS in love.
Credit to ~laryssadesenhista and link, see below.
Silverwings has been able to accept the fact that her lover Nighthawk has a close bond with a human. Through ups and downs she eventually is able to fully accept Hiccup. Nighthawk is overjoyed to meet his children. Hiccup extends a formal invitation to her to come visit Berk. She agrees to this and travelling is made possible by a group of dragons and humans that carry her children in a basket. Being very moved by Nighthawk’s love and all that has passed, Silverwings finally speaks her wish that they mate for life.
Eventually they reach Berk, being welcomed by a swarm of dragons. After a brief meeting with Hiccup’s family they go to their house, that is not in the village, but some distance into the woods, much to Silverwing’s delight. Early next morning it happens that both Fireweed and Kari, Hiccup’s youngest daughter, leave their safe
The SongThe whole island looked up to him now, he couldn’t be seen crying. He was the chief. And not just any chief, the descendant of Stoick, the Vast. And like the great chief his father was, Hiccup wouldn’t let people see him cry. He had never been too good at hiding his emotions, but he was learning. The memory of his father helped, the need of delivering as finely as he, did too. But there were times, when he was sure no one was looking, be it flying with Toothless, or smithing at the wee hours, that he let the barrier down. When he cried and felt sad, like he hadn’t felt in years.The Song1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
His mother and Astrid always made sure he knew he could confide in them. That he could let the wall down with them, too, as he did with his dragon. But his answer was always the same.
“I’m fine, Astrid. Thank you.” he would say. “I’m fine, mom. Thanks for asking.”
He did mean it. He was thankful for them being there. But the idea of crying like Hiccup instea
Advice for a VillainBlack and white, black and whiteAdvice for a Villain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeming to interlace so neatly
Contrast appropriate, concise
You appear to me discreetly.
Comb your face, chain your hair
Lock yourself in a room so dark
Close your eyes, no one's there
And lick your lips, cooking remarks.
No one sees it or picks it up
They can't carry or touch it
Can't break through that shell
That part of you can't be caught
No matter how often it is sought
Obviously you know this as well,
Aware of just how much it
Tears you apart, cuts you up
And so you annihilate everything around you
Just to save you from yourself, your own evils.
Why I Don't Believe in HatersHate is a strong word.Why I Don't Believe in Haters2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Did you ever hear someone say, "We need to stop bullying!" and wonder to yourself, when you have ever seen a stereotypical bully with big muscles and a black, ripped-up leather jacket pushing around smaller kids and stealing their lunch money?
Realizing this is obviously corny and unrealistic, you throw this idea away in the sewer where it belongs.
But then who are these bullies that everyone is talking about? It seems very interesting that bullying has (as they say) become such a very big problem nowadays... Hence the inspirational phrases, "haters gonna hate," and "don't judge," coming into popularity.
But again, which bullies are everyone referring to?
I'm not writing this to say that bullies don't exist. I'm not writing this to offend victims. I know bullying exists. You could say I'm merely writing this to make fun of "fake" bullies and "fake" victims. Nothing I say in this will absolutely hold true in every (if indeed, most) situations of bullying. I'm only
ProtectionProtection4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Romania 1325 A.D.Hiccup did not move. He did not blink. He did not shudder at the cold or swallow the saliva gathering beneath his tongue.
He hardly breathed. Air trickled into his lungs at a slow and unsatisfying measure, so shallow it hurt, but he dare not deepen it. Instead he waitedwaited as she circled him, her steps measured and mocking, baiting him to run, to move.
There would be no point. She was faster than him. Stronger. She could kill him in an instantwould kill himand at the slightest provocation. He had to think.
Gods, how he wanted to think. Thinking was what he did. It was his strength, his talent, his brawn. Outsmarting and conniving and escaping. A thousand tantalizing visions and plans circled his mind in shambles but he could not seem to grasp enough to form any usabl
Hitchups: ImaginedHitchups: Imagined5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When Toothless and Hiccup wanted to get somewhere fast, they got there fast. No more dawdling, or chatting in English with locals, or exploring or camping or wrestling. They slept by day and covered air by night, often traveling by foot when it was still too light out to fly.
Hiccup almost felt they progressed too quickly, for the closer he got to Berk, the more his stomach churned. All planning on how to handle the demon had to be put on hold. Hiccup insisted that they needed more information to prepare any reliable strategy and Toothless, while wary of ever coming into close proximity with the demon again, agreed.
They spent their last full day of rest on a rocky outcropping in Foula, unpopulated and perfect to recuperate in the Skurpla sun, dining on mackerel and ensuring they would be in the best of shape for what lie ahead.
The flight to Suðuroy turned out to be just as long as Hiccup remembered, but long flights they could handle. He worried mor
DragonsDragons still exist.Dragons10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
They're still out there. They hide from us. They don't really need to, as we live too fast to notice them. But they still hide from us, just to make sure.
You see, they like observing us. We interest them unendingly. They love simply hovering over an open mall, or following someone at a distance for a short while. At night, they return to their clan home and tell the other dragons what they have seen. Gossip, if you will. If you're interesting enough to them you might have a whole family silently watching you.
If a dragon likes you, it will protect you from physical harm- a big jump to the sidewalk from the middle of a busy road might well be dragon-assisted. Ideas, too. What do you think made the apple fall on Newton's head? Dragons, if they know what you are after, might just nudge hints in your direction. Whether you take them or not is up to you.
There are two types of dragon: Occidental (Western) and Oriental (Eastern). The Occidentals have wings and use them
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
Graffiti (Believe)Day was very rainy.Graffiti (Believe)4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was walking in the mist,
But the yellow words on wall attracted me at first.
It was simple saying -
"I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES"...
Everything got mixed in me, and memories came back.
Really little I'd been
If comparing to today.
It had been so simple - to cope with the reading words.
Those well-known stories
Had made me laugh, rage and cry...
And this love could never die.
The main was the friendship.
Not the plot, but faithful pals.
Not the time and not the ways of seeing newest tracks,
Not the attributes and
Not the way it's given - no.
Just the way of trust and all.
Ruling is so simple
If you have a tongue of snake,
Natural born skills of blackmail and, of course, the cash.
But for me the best is
The one who did sacrifice
His own life for closest ones.
I got wet and chilling
While I was recalling this.
But inside I was warmed because I was not alone.
Someone wanted others
To read and think over words
"I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES..." Oh yes.
But where he is?
I Was The One Who Cared After AllI Was The One Who Cared After All4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a calm evening at 221b, which came as a surprise to John. It had been weeks since their last case and the latter one had consisted of unruly experiments day and night that stretched from counting the number of times John breathed within an hour as he slept (from which he had been so rudely awakened, Sherlock's face mere inches from his) to Sherlock releasing a pack of mice in the apartment to trace their flight movements, and of course John had to clean up every single mess Sherlock left behind.
Lucky for John, Sherlock had decided instead tonight to focus on composing as John listened silently to the violin melodies, shrills, and soft notes that drifted up the stairs into his room. John sat at his desk having spent the last few hours focused on paperwork from the clinic. The music was relaxing and John almost let himself lapse into a since of calm as his lids began to close until, su
Rise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye'sRise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Year- 1712 – Jack is 17 years old
"Jack! Get down from there!" Called Pippa, Jack's little sister.
Jack swung from the middle branch of a tree, carelessly and upside-down, by his legs.
"Jack, be careful." Called his mother, setting up the picnic that they had planned for the day.
Jack chuckled, climbing down the ruff bark of the tree and skipped over towards the blanket that was laid out on the grass. Opening the picnic basket, he grabbed out the freshly made bread his mother had baked the morning before and tore off the crusty end to eat.
"Jack." Scolded his mother sitting down to join him. "Pippa come over here and have some lunch." She called as Pippa picked some wildflowers nearby. She happily skipped over to them to join them.
"Mom, Jack and I are going ice-skating later. Is that okay?"
"We are?" Asked Jack.
"Yeah. You promised, remember?" Pippa muttered to him.
"Right!" Jack said loudly, "I'm taking her ice skating…"
Their mother chuckled softly.
"Jack! Hurry up!" called Pipp
Hello, Alice girlHello Alice girl, won't you take a seat?Hello, Alice girl9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Won't you sit?
Won't you rest?
Won't you talk a while with me?
Hello, Alice girl, won't you have some tea?
Of course I am,
I can hardly help it, you see,
I am Mad and I am a Hatter,
And that's the long and short of me.
Hello, Alice girl,
sit a little closer,
if you will.
We shall talk,
and drink our tea,
and soon enough you shall see,
that you have little to fear from a Hatter,
even one as mad as me.
Hello, Alice girl,
what is it you said to me?
that is my hand,
resting upon your knee.
I can't imagine how it got there,
it wasn't from any choice by me.
But it isn't it rather nice there?
It would seem awfully sweet to me,
if perhaps you took my hand,
and we held them together,
while we drink our tea.
Hello, Alice girl, what would you say to a little kiss?
Just a peck,
just a touch,
just a brush upon your cheek
Oh clumsy, clumsy me!
It seems I missed your cheek completely,
and kissed your lips,
How to Train Your DragonsHow to Train Your Dragons5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiccup stared at the redhead in front of him, absolutely speechless.
The other boy sighed and looked the taller Viking over. "I have to say, I'm not surprised at that."
Hiccup glanced down at his artificial leg and frowned. "That wasn't my fault."
"Really? I thought with all our risky adventures it was bound to happen at some point."
"G-G-GIVE BACK T-TOOTHLESS' FISH, B-BIG BULLY!"
Both boys glanced over to where the little green Toothless Daydream was screeching at the much larger Night Fury.
"Toothless," called the younger boy in Dragonese, "You shouldn't annoy...Toothless. He can eat you in one bite."
"T-T-Toothless doesn't care! Big nasty d-dragon took Toothless' fish and Toothless' name! Not fair! N-not fair!"
Hiccup sighed. "Give the fish back, Toothless. You have to share."
The Night Fury snarled and swallowed the last of the cod, causing the smaller dragon's shrieks to become even more furious.
"Doesn't he ever shut up?!"
Hiccup spun around, almost tripping over his le
FluffyFluffy4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"One time...I coughed so hard...I threw up!"
"No way! What color was it?"
"Kind of a pale green...oh! It looked like gruel, but green. It was definitely green," Fishlegs decided to an enraptured Tuffnut. His mother expected him to stay out from underfoot for the day as she did laundry, so he and the other children started up a game of queek.
"Dark!" Fishlegs called, and he tossed his stone over the checkered cloth. It bounced over the dark square he aimed for and rolled onto a white one.
"HA!" Tuffnut crowed, and he grabbed a stone from his pile to throw. Fish