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The selfish father in him ^^
This was not what he had wanted to happen. Perhaps in a perfect world the two would have found the needed herb on that island and returned in good spirits but instead… Castiel was just as sick as the others. He squeezed her hand gently, feeling a lump of dread in his throat but he was the chief and it would not do well to fret. It would only worry the villagers further. He steeled himself against his silent distress and faced his daughter “no” he told her sternly “you are still too inexperienced upon dragon back. I rather send someone else.” It was hardly the main reason for him to refuse and that was something that his mother could see in his expression but only frowned faintly. She would try to work him through it later- Blizzard was the reasonable choice, even if his daughter still had a lot to learn about riding.
Blizzard looked at Hiccup with narrowed eyes and screamed out a bellowing roar of frustration because it was obvious how much Ava wanted to do this and how prime he was for the job. Did he not trust his own daughter to get it done? Valka put a hand against his snout to subdue him but he didn’t fall for her soft touches, jerking his head away though it failed to deter her from her main goal in the slightest. “Son, Blizzard is one of the fastest and the strongest flyers of this visit. We are pressed for time, surely you see the logic in sending them… Blizzard will not allow anyone else to fly him and Toothless-” The black dragon eyes his prosthetic tailfin and rumbled a complaint. “It will have to be Ava.”
Hiccup forced himself to keep his voice level “It’s too perilous of a journey. She’s not ready. Please do not question me any further. I do not want you seeking this flower.” He told Ava again.
Blizzard looked at Hiccup with narrowed eyes and screamed out a bellowing roar of frustration because it was obvious how much Ava wanted to do this and how prime he was for the job. Did he not trust his own daughter to get it done? Valka put a hand against his snout to subdue him but he didn’t fall for her soft touches, jerking his head away though it failed to deter her from her main goal in the slightest. “Son, Blizzard is one of the fastest and the strongest flyers of this visit. We are pressed for time, surely you see the logic in sending them… Blizzard will not allow anyone else to fly him and Toothless-” The black dragon eyes his prosthetic tailfin and rumbled a complaint. “It will have to be Ava.”
Hiccup forced himself to keep his voice level “It’s too perilous of a journey. She’s not ready. Please do not question me any further. I do not want you seeking this flower.” He told Ava again.
Hmmm. guess it's plausible given the way things go for him.
Winter’s breath left a deep silence over the island and the landscape was the picture of serene: with it’s snowy hills and frosted houses. Hiccup had seen this sight a thousand times but it had been a long while since he last experienced it with his daughter. There was something so dreamlike about it. One good grace of the gods but then- there was a wail. The flighty call of a panicked Aurora who appeared in the distance and came as quick as she dared. Toothless shot back a bark of alarm and flapped closer to her. Their wings made it difficult to get close and Toothless surrendered his position to drop a bit lower in the sky as Hiccup flipped his tailfin open and stood up. “Castiel!” With the nightfury position below his mate Hiccup took a hold of the woman, worried a slight shift in the wind would send her down into the sea of trees and stone.
He slid her into his arms, stepping back on Toothless’ saddle to steady their combined weight and leaning her against his chest brushed his hand across her forehead. “What is it dear?” Valka called from Cloudjumper’s back. “Is she injured?”
“Not that I can see.” She was very warm though. “We need to get her inside.” Hiccup sat back upon Toothless’ back and clicked his prosthetic into place before deciding downwards through the sky. Blizzard immediately fleeted closer, alarms by the state and reactions of the various humans present- and his own mother’s distress. He hit the ground not even a second after his father. Barking as Hiccup jumped from Toothless’ back and immediately hurried inside despite the thick snow attempting to hinder him.
Valka slid off her own dragon not a moment later. “Oh no.” She mumbled but paused short of the door “Ava. I think your mother may be sick as several of the villagers are. I want you to take Blizzard and hurry to the healer’s hut. Let her know we need her.”
He slid her into his arms, stepping back on Toothless’ saddle to steady their combined weight and leaning her against his chest brushed his hand across her forehead. “What is it dear?” Valka called from Cloudjumper’s back. “Is she injured?”
“Not that I can see.” She was very warm though. “We need to get her inside.” Hiccup sat back upon Toothless’ back and clicked his prosthetic into place before deciding downwards through the sky. Blizzard immediately fleeted closer, alarms by the state and reactions of the various humans present- and his own mother’s distress. He hit the ground not even a second after his father. Barking as Hiccup jumped from Toothless’ back and immediately hurried inside despite the thick snow attempting to hinder him.
Valka slid off her own dragon not a moment later. “Oh no.” She mumbled but paused short of the door “Ava. I think your mother may be sick as several of the villagers are. I want you to take Blizzard and hurry to the healer’s hut. Let her know we need her.”
Humans were strange- Blizzard had been independent for the majority of his life and at times would be away from his parents for weeks on end (in the case of this last journey: months). Ava worried about whether or not she’d get to spend enough time with her father, now maybe it was unfair of him to judge, after all she hadn’t seen Hiccup in a very long time. Her disappointment scrapped at his scales but the physical rub he was getting from her fingertips was distracting. Bliss. Forget about thinking- he was lucky his body didn’t go limp with pleasure, she was pretty close to that special spot. “Don’t let his work load bother you, he’ll find the time for you.” The woman’s voice was reassuring though such things had never been Blizzard’s concern. He knew the words were for her granddaughter. Gradually they drifted higher, bringing the view of Berk into better perspective. The storm clouds had drawn back for the time and the sky was mostly clear. The island was built up like a towered cake: layers of land cutting off swiftly to sharp cliffs and rolling down into deep valleys. Columns of stone spiraled upward as aimless spires, grasping for the heavens and trees puckered from the earth like the prickly spines of a porcupine.
From their gathering height it appeared like a white clump of snow floating in the vast sea. Blizzard rumbled deep in his throat- noting that it was a better sight in the spring. “Ava!” The black streak of a nightfury swooped into the space directly between the two dragons already partaking in this flight, his grinning rider disheveled from the strong winds, hair sticking every which way. “What do you think?”
From their gathering height it appeared like a white clump of snow floating in the vast sea. Blizzard rumbled deep in his throat- noting that it was a better sight in the spring. “Ava!” The black streak of a nightfury swooped into the space directly between the two dragons already partaking in this flight, his grinning rider disheveled from the strong winds, hair sticking every which way. “What do you think?”
“Of course.” Valka stepped back onto her stormcutter, light across his wing- and Cloudjumper regarded the younger dragon and rider with a subtle air of amusement. It wasn’t everyday one got to see Blizzard letting someone sit upon his back, and to think it was someone so blatantly inexperienced as this girl.
Blizzard shook his head at Ava’s clumsy mount and tilted his gaze towards her father. “I’ll catch up. I just have to give these plans to Gobber.” Hiccup assured before trudging off through the snow and down the hill. With a roll of his eyes Blizzard spread his wings and glanced backwards to make sure Ava had secured herself- he didn’t want them looking like fools. Once he had satisfied this small concern he launched skyward, scattering white powder every which way. He ascended quickly and before leveling out.
Valka rose after them, laughing. “You got your hands full with that one.” Blizzard just huffed.
Blizzard shook his head at Ava’s clumsy mount and tilted his gaze towards her father. “I’ll catch up. I just have to give these plans to Gobber.” Hiccup assured before trudging off through the snow and down the hill. With a roll of his eyes Blizzard spread his wings and glanced backwards to make sure Ava had secured herself- he didn’t want them looking like fools. Once he had satisfied this small concern he launched skyward, scattering white powder every which way. He ascended quickly and before leveling out.
Valka rose after them, laughing. “You got your hands full with that one.” Blizzard just huffed.
It was no surprise she didn’t get a good look at Berk when she had been in a panic over approaching it. She hadn’t wanted to see it. Didn’t want to be near it. “I think it’ll be good for her.” Valka offered when Hiccup was silent a few seconds too long.
“Alright.” He gave to the suggestion because there was little harm in it. Obviously they had flown hundred of miles already, circling the island of Berk would be a breeze. “But we need to get you into something warmer first.” He passed the bundle of papers to his mother and then lead Ava inside. Picking out some of Castiel’s clothes “the two of you are about the same size.” He reasoned, handing her the garments.
Hiccup turned around- nose to nose with Blizzard who had squeezed into the bedroom. “Go ahead and get changed.” He pushed the dragon back towards the door to give Ava her privacy.
“Alright.” He gave to the suggestion because there was little harm in it. Obviously they had flown hundred of miles already, circling the island of Berk would be a breeze. “But we need to get you into something warmer first.” He passed the bundle of papers to his mother and then lead Ava inside. Picking out some of Castiel’s clothes “the two of you are about the same size.” He reasoned, handing her the garments.
Hiccup turned around- nose to nose with Blizzard who had squeezed into the bedroom. “Go ahead and get changed.” He pushed the dragon back towards the door to give Ava her privacy.
Because she was scratching him Blizzard’s nod was more enthusiastic than seemed necessary- he was just turning down the suggestion of a saddle after all. Now he understood the concept of one: that it was easier on the rider’s tailless hind quarters and allowed grips that scales as slick as his, would not. Flying at the heights he generally did was dangerous because one strong gust could buffer Ava off but she didn’t seem concerned about it… “You’re your mother’s daughter.” Hiccup commented with good humor.
“Did Castiel get a chance to see her return? I saw her leaving the island not too long ago.” Valka rubbed at Cloudjumper’s scales though he pretended as though it didn’t please him in front of the younger dragon.
“Of course. Unfortunately she had to leave in a bit of a hurry. Given the condition of several of the villagers.” Hiccup pointed out before smiling at Ava “around here, strength is no longer measured by the weight you can hoist over your head. We’re dragon riders. But if you are looking for a different weapon you could try a bow.” He suggested. “Less demanding of close combat. Your mother can show you the ropes when she gets back. If you‘re interested.”
“Did Castiel get a chance to see her return? I saw her leaving the island not too long ago.” Valka rubbed at Cloudjumper’s scales though he pretended as though it didn’t please him in front of the younger dragon.
“Of course. Unfortunately she had to leave in a bit of a hurry. Given the condition of several of the villagers.” Hiccup pointed out before smiling at Ava “around here, strength is no longer measured by the weight you can hoist over your head. We’re dragon riders. But if you are looking for a different weapon you could try a bow.” He suggested. “Less demanding of close combat. Your mother can show you the ropes when she gets back. If you‘re interested.”
Hiccup saw where her gaze was and laughed “no, not these.” He shifted the pages with a smile and an added note of: “these are some new saddle designs for Gobber.” Though he didn’t suspect his daughter remembered the man- regardless of how hard some things regarding him were to forget… Namely his mention of undies. “I don’t know why he insist on ‘cup’ holders. Constantly spilling every time a barrel roll is performed. You end up more soggy than wet bread and smelling of stale rum.”
“Speaking of wet… I noticed your dagger… seashocker, right? That’s pretty resourceful. I started making things like that when I was around your age. When I finally realized I could get close enough to the dragons to study them without getting blasted…” With his freehand he grabbed the hilt from its holster and held it up away from his daughter before igniting it. “It uses a zippleback’s gas in combination with a flint.” He released some of the gas and then sparked it, creating a small explosion which was all for show. With a chuckle he took out a small pellet and inserted into the sword since the fire had died out after that. “Sometimes it needs to be refilled. We don‘t make weapons as much as we use to around here though…. Mostly the smith is just used for making saddles. How would you like to see that part of Berk? Blizzard could probably use a saddle, now that he‘s your dragon.”
Blizzard snorted and Hiccup shrugged “or not. I’m just saying it might be a good idea.”
“Speaking of wet… I noticed your dagger… seashocker, right? That’s pretty resourceful. I started making things like that when I was around your age. When I finally realized I could get close enough to the dragons to study them without getting blasted…” With his freehand he grabbed the hilt from its holster and held it up away from his daughter before igniting it. “It uses a zippleback’s gas in combination with a flint.” He released some of the gas and then sparked it, creating a small explosion which was all for show. With a chuckle he took out a small pellet and inserted into the sword since the fire had died out after that. “Sometimes it needs to be refilled. We don‘t make weapons as much as we use to around here though…. Mostly the smith is just used for making saddles. How would you like to see that part of Berk? Blizzard could probably use a saddle, now that he‘s your dragon.”
Blizzard snorted and Hiccup shrugged “or not. I’m just saying it might be a good idea.”
“That’s Cloudjumper, Valka’s dragon.” Darby explained dryly as though this was very old, unexciting news. It probably was to them, who saw the pair everyday.
“Your grandmother.” Calder elaborated.
“Class: sharp, Species: Stormcutter.” Mag listed with enthusiasm. “The only species more prideful than a stormcutter is the night fury.”
“Mind you, she based that upon two dragons alone. One night fury and one storm cutter.” In response to Darby’s comment Mag glared for a moment.
“They aren’t the easiest species to find in the wild. Nightfuries are all but extinct and stormcutters don’t exactly live in this region.” She paused before Arvid blurted ’duh!’ in Darby’s face.
Blizzard grunted at their antics and shoved into Ava, flipping her up onto his back. He took off with her- cold air cutting across them as he skirted through the sky and touched down outside of her home in mere moments. He got in front of Cloudjumper who seemed less than amused until he noticed the girl. At which point, he tipped his head at an odd angle in questioning. A woman appeared by sliding down the span of this dragon’s wings. For a moment she seemed consumed by her own thoughts but then her eyes found Ava. Her lips parted slight in a small o and then he had taken a hold of Ava’s arms, drawing them away from her body and squeezing her fingertips, her gaze intense and bright. “Ava. How long…” She started and then looked to Blizzard. “You brilliant creature, you’ve found her.”
He sat regally in response, seeming to enjoy the praise. “Does Hiccup know?” She asked and then looked to Ava. “Did you tell your father? Oh. He must know already. I saw your mum leaving on my way back.” She frowned slightly and at that moment Hiccup stepped outside grunting as his foot slid on a dark patch of ice and he nearly dropped the rolled up sheets of tall parchment tucked beneath one arm.
“Ava. I had wanted to show you something.” He started and then stopped when he noticed his mother present. “Well… this is a bit awkward. I had hopped to get to you first" He paused and then: "Look who made it back?”
“I see that Hiccup.” Valka replied with a humored smile.
“Your grandmother.” Calder elaborated.
“Class: sharp, Species: Stormcutter.” Mag listed with enthusiasm. “The only species more prideful than a stormcutter is the night fury.”
“Mind you, she based that upon two dragons alone. One night fury and one storm cutter.” In response to Darby’s comment Mag glared for a moment.
“They aren’t the easiest species to find in the wild. Nightfuries are all but extinct and stormcutters don’t exactly live in this region.” She paused before Arvid blurted ’duh!’ in Darby’s face.
Blizzard grunted at their antics and shoved into Ava, flipping her up onto his back. He took off with her- cold air cutting across them as he skirted through the sky and touched down outside of her home in mere moments. He got in front of Cloudjumper who seemed less than amused until he noticed the girl. At which point, he tipped his head at an odd angle in questioning. A woman appeared by sliding down the span of this dragon’s wings. For a moment she seemed consumed by her own thoughts but then her eyes found Ava. Her lips parted slight in a small o and then he had taken a hold of Ava’s arms, drawing them away from her body and squeezing her fingertips, her gaze intense and bright. “Ava. How long…” She started and then looked to Blizzard. “You brilliant creature, you’ve found her.”
He sat regally in response, seeming to enjoy the praise. “Does Hiccup know?” She asked and then looked to Ava. “Did you tell your father? Oh. He must know already. I saw your mum leaving on my way back.” She frowned slightly and at that moment Hiccup stepped outside grunting as his foot slid on a dark patch of ice and he nearly dropped the rolled up sheets of tall parchment tucked beneath one arm.
“Ava. I had wanted to show you something.” He started and then stopped when he noticed his mother present. “Well… this is a bit awkward. I had hopped to get to you first" He paused and then: "Look who made it back?”
“I see that Hiccup.” Valka replied with a humored smile.
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