How to Court a Dragon Prince, Chapter Twenty-FiveThe longer I talked, the more others crowded around the table. The triplets climbed onto my lap, each fighting for the middle spot.More Like This
I polished off a goblet of strong mead, despite not liking the taste or the burn, because my throat was getting dry. Another goblet of water helped me keep my thoughts in control.
"Wait a minute," Merida interrupted. "Astrid went for a ride on Toothless, and she was SCARED?"
I paused. Wicked glee had taken over Merida's face. She had petted Toothless to sleep on her lap, feeding him fish after fish.
"Toothless . . . didn't like Astrid," I said carefully. "Not at first. That's because she knocked me to the ground trying to find out why I had beaten her at Dragon Training."
It may have been the mead, but the memory of that incredible day bloomed inside me. Astrid cleaning the sharp blade of her axe, circling and twisting my arm when I tried to stop her from finding Toothless. I had never blamed her for going on the offensive, and Toothless had more tha
How to Court a Dragon Prince, PrologueThis is sunrise. Farmers prod frozen sheep to dew-kissed pastures and grapple with grass to plans their cabbages. No matter where you sleep, prison cell or a palace, the gods always sling the flaming light across the sky. Its rays scorch your eyes if you look directly and cast shadows over familiar objects. And if you live in a particular place, its presence spurs certain people awaken to steal clothing.More Like This
That's what had happened to me, Hiccup, Berk's Dragon Trainer and Stoick the Vast's son. To pass the hours before breakfast, I had peeled off foreign silk garments to work with metal and fire. The castle smithy was a wood-lined basement and a metal trapdoor. My dragon, Toothless, curled next to the coals like a salamander. He rubbed his back and warbled.
Sunlight invaded the strange room. So did three invaders. I looked up and saw tiny hands grasping at the silk. Toothless spat fire at the hands. Their curly-headed owner giggled and dodged. Striped tunics and nightcaps fluttered.
Secret Meetings [GwenxCourtney]A/N: This is a fill from a prompt by totaldramagraduate on tumblr. I guess I wanted to do a GwenxCourtney. Yes, this is a slash couple, people.More Like This
There's also some art in here as well.
Gwen couldn't really pinpoint when She and Courtney started their relationship.
Things were going...ok with Duncan although the initial thrill of being in a relationship with him was starting to wear off. They didn't fight or anything, but they were starting to make out less and less. Things were just cooling off and Gwen wasn't too anxious about the decrease in passion after the way her relationship with Trent turned out. Normal was better than crazy. Normal was good.
But it did give her a lot of time to think.
She had started to miss Courtney. Duncan shared a lot of her morbid interests, but with Courtney, she could really geek out on history. She had been surprised at Courtney's knowledge of tragic queens, their scandals and their romances. Duncan like