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"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
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A/N: I don't own all of...this.
This is from Ruffnut's POV. I am not bashing characters, I am trying to stay in character from someone else's perspective. So here is How to Be Psychotic While Someone Else Trains a Dragon.
Explosions rocked the ground, homes crumpled under abrasive flames and people screamed into the night. Weapons flashed through the air, battling teeth and claws and hunger. The blazes ravaging their village blotted out the stars.
This was Asgard for Ruffnut.
She danced around a rolling Viking covered in Terrors, dove to avoid a comet of wild fire, and sprinted towards
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Had Hiccup not been involved with the current season of dragon training, the odds of their practice maze staying intact for the duration of the exercise would have increased tenfold.
According to Fishlegs, at any rate.
"Git tae the edge!" Gobber barked down at them before the braids of his mustache slipped over the bar and out of sight.
The trainees were way ahead of the blacksmith. Ruffnut and her brother had taken refuge behind an already fallen panel. A ways down Fishlegs and Snotlout were pressed against the stone wall.
"This kid..." Ruffnut muttered. She watched wall after wall topple over in a catastrophic wave while Hiccup stood in the middle of it all, uncaring.
Tuffnut sidled up to her side, sniggering.
"Tell me about it," he said. "It'd be awesome if he could control this and direct it towards the dragons."
Ruffnut silently wretched as a rotten stench invaded her nose for the second time that day.
"Ugh," Her hand connected with Tu
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"Hey buddy, how's your nose?" Snotlout asked Tuffnut while giving his friend an unsympathetic slap on the back. He took a seat on the mill steps between the twins.
Tuffnut pulled the bloodied cloth away from his face to reveal a bulbous, red conk swollen with Terror venom.
"Why is it always me?" he moaned. Snotlout chuckled and gave Tuffnut's back another hard slap.
"It's the smell," Ruffnut stated immediately. She saw Snotlout nod from the corner of her eye. Tuffnut's obsession with collecting smelly bugs and mutilating them into small projectiles was an irritating situation for all who had to suffer his presence. They even had an intervention once. Tuffnut rewarded their efforts by attacking them with his prototypes.
"It's very likely that it is the smell," Fishlegs put forward. "Dragons have a much higher sensitivity than humans to pungent scents"
"Fish!" Snotlout cut him off in a shar
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The Thorston twins stood side by side, both slouched, both watching in silence as their father moved back and forth, packing and unpacking. He seemed unable to decide between two different spears. One had a longer blade, the other a better grip.
He chose the long-blade.
Tuffnut the Elder was one of Stoick's greatest warriorshe attended every hunt and his participation was never in question. Ruffnut hated it. She hated that uneasy pit in her stomach that said this was the one her father wouldn't come home from.
"You just got back," Ruffnut said helplessly. That was supposed to be the last hunt of the season. Her father had promised her. The chief had promised the village.
Her father sighed and shouldered his wicker sack.
"I know, pigeon. But this time there'll be no campin', I promise. In 'n' out. Real quick. This time we have a plan."
Ah, yes. The Plan
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Hyrule was vivid now. She was gone, and the group was free of the pain brought to them when the blue one was present and in her absence. One was walking the halls alone, the rest was a blur. Mixed with in the maze of rooms. Yet the homestead was the sight. Suddenly the tour of the lands was over, and all that was left was them. "Shadow!" So she was the culprit. The one in green sank to her knees covered in a cloak of red. Her victim looked at her with his eyes wide--and a mess of purple, the cocky smirk cased to exist. The action regretted but couldn't be taken back. Anguish poured like rain from her eyes so light. "Sh-Shadow " Shaky hands cupped the cold corpse. What had she done? First Blue and now Shadow. One by one the red skies cried out in shouts, echoing. Trembling the child looked up seeing a pair of eyes shinning form the moons power--encased in cornered shadows. "You were my best friend but now you kn
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"What are we looking for?" Shadow asked as him and his three sisters who were so graciously stuck with him. They walked along the side walk to avoid the odd machines with their flashing lights. "I believe our job is to stock up on food. Vio's team as we know went to fetch father. As for Viola's team I'm not all too sure what they're supposed to do." Juliet told him with a girly giggle. The lights were amazing, but even then this place was way out of the ordinary for such old fashioned folks. Stopping at a McDonalds was the first step because Cake had taken a whiff of the air full of fast food grease that lured more than it really should. Her stomach growled in mouth watering delight. "Smells like a good place to get food from to me." One of the only ones that didn't look exactly like her siblings, Cake announced leading them in the building with out further hesitation.
Mouths full of food and
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"How would you describe their relationship?" a snickering Shadow asked in the process of lending a helping hand to Vaati and Viola. They were assigned the chore of retrieving what was dismissed during the fight. "Unadulterated loathing." Viola said plainly. Vaati's crimson red eyes, the one that wasn't covered by his darker toned lavender hair traveled to the corner of the room where he could just about make out Ice and Blue organizing the book shelf. "Are you sure your decision to hand them the task of reorganizing the placetogether?" a skeptical Vaati queried. In truth he was entertained by the turmoil filled tumult. The aftermath of having to clean up after it, not to mention all the following punishments did not please him and inspired him to try and prevent ambition filled tension. "Absolutely," Viola answered as a softly spoken butterfly as she set the chair up right. The one that Shadow had just brought in bef
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"Heros of Hyrule are departing this world for good. Bloodcurdling screams can be heard in various stretches of lands yet when knights arrive on scene nothing is left to go off of. The anonymous murder has already taken the lives of three well known knights in the southern region and that's from only this week. It is unanimous to her majesties and honorable medians that the one now known as Beelzebub Reaper; given the name because of the mass blood shed and it's unique style of killing must be stopped. However all who have tired to solve the case seem to drop of the face of this earth. The victims often seem to be more than just dead but often appear as if in their time of dyeing they were tortured. For this reason it is also known as the Revengeful Killer. Knights and investigators have no leads and the only known pattern is the death of heros such as knights and good doers. With so much loss t