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No. She didn’t understand. She hadn’t smelt it. That forsaken thing- still violating his senses and threatening to overwhelm him. His snout scraped the stone beneath snow and he grunted against it, twisting his body and rubbing along the earth as she scratched at his scales. She somehow swung her smaller body on top of him and he lurched forward, throwing open his wings before sliding snout first into a snowy bank. Suddenly she was over him and he folded his ear flaps back with a small whine.

His nose was cold and his head hurt. He know what it looked like to a human- he’d gotten spooked over nothing and had she know his true distress she probably would laugh. Her kind did not dread those forsaken creatures, he’d seen them eat them: smoked and dried as though they were merely another kind of fish. He shuddered again and turned his head, rubbing his nose against her stomach.
I assume dragons' dislike of eels comes from knowing they are 'bad to eat'.
Her voice should have alerted the whispering death but perhaps the howl of the wind had swallowed her words. The dragon thrashed about senselessly like an eel out of water, unable to determine the ground from the sky. A crackle and thud of a tree forced over by the wind startled it and it lurched past them in a flurry of spikes, nicking Blizzard’s muzzle. He flinched and exposed his teeth but didn’t attack because whispering deaths were in many ways dangerous and this one seemed disoriented… It flipped up into the air once more and came down, flopping for a moment longer- turning trees to wood shards and then fell still amidst the destruction of its creation.

Blizzard remained still for many beats longer before creeping towards it and then suddenly he seemed to change his mind- jerking backwards with a shake of his head and flipping Ava onto his back to run to the far end in the island. He slid suddenly on an icy slope near the sheer drop of the coastline and bellowed with sheer alarm before flinging his wings wide. A powerful gust of wind embraced his efforts before they could collide with the freezing sea and he was heaved up, thrown back onto solid land- where he rolled her off and then rolled the other direction rubbing his snout on the ice.

Still in a panic over the smell of eel on the whispering death’s body. That forsaken spawn of slime. The thought of it slithering down that vast throat- he shuddered and rolled over again rubbing a new patch of snow.
His scales were light- and yet thicker than the skin she pressed against them. He could feel her liberal scratches moments before but this was a mere pressure, soft and insignificant though the gesture made his inner fire feel even warmer. She was so close with her face rubbed against his and if not for their compromising position he would hook his arms around her and squish her to him but the wind was persistent as was the cold. Instead he turned up the corners of his mouth, his smile gummy and smug.

Some time passed- the stones gradually cooling once more and the snow pelting down as slush against Blizzard’ wings and back. He listened to the storm: every creak of the trees and howl of the wind, waves were tearing at the rocky shore, pounding the earth. Wait. There was a rumble from beneath them. He sprung up as a whispering death burst from the ground, teeth rippling in its mouth as it rose up and then buckled down with a long spiky body coiling after it. It continued thrashing and Blizzard backed Ava away, wary and silent.
I'll post in a couple minutes.
White snow was pelting down on gusts of wind as the brittle trees creaked and groaned. Blizzard cocooned the soft human girl against his scales- clinging to the little bit of body heat she gave off. The weather chilled his exposed back and he curled a little snugger around her as she spoke. He despised the inability to speak her tongue within this form but dare not change given the storm. Instead her purred in assurance. Ava could have never made him come on this journey with her, he was a several ton dragon and she was a lightweight. He choose to be here.

But he snorted because she’d jinx them with a comment like that. Ignore her spirits, she is but a human. He thought vainly as he set his head down against the stone and blew a hot breath over her.
“I’m sorry Castiel it’s selfish of me to burden you with this.” Hiccup said with a small smile and could see in her eyes that there was more but she was very weak, unable to convey just what. He knew she wished to reassure him but he could not help but worry about a number of things- this winter was shaping out to be one of the worse. If it was his father faced with this dilemma… he had no doubt he’d go after Ava as he had gone after him when he flew off towards danger, even with a war on their horizon.

The villages here were not hapless sheep. They could take care of themselves and he knew the only dragons with a chance to catch up to Blizzard were the young dragon’s parents but he couldn’t send Aurora alone- without a rider- into this- “I’m going to go after her.”
Not knowing the human names for many of the islands- the mention of their current destination didn't mean much. He just tilted and drifted in the direction she pointed, flying on as countless stars looked on from the sky above. The spirits, for a time, seemed to smile upon them but the weather began to to take a turn for the worse. The winds picked up- brisk and freezing. Blizzard shifted his body with each powerful gust and he was clearly accustomed to flying in storms though that couldn't keep him from being jostled on occasion or the wind from tearing at Ava. It suddenly wasn't a very smooth flight. Ava's voice alerted him to how hard this was on her and his gaze darted through wild flurries towards the closest speck of an island. He really had to beat him wings to make any headway. Pounding at the air, tail fins strained to straightness. They descended by pure force, touching down on the island. He ran away from the coast where icy waves pounded against the cliff face and into the feeble shelter of a few bare brittle trees.

He circled a small patch of land, heating the stone with his fire and padding at it with his paws until it cooled down enough for Ava. With a small nod he got down on his belly and tipped her off of him- immediately spreading his wings and folding them over her, trapping the heat between them.

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How could this happen?

He had forbid her but perhaps because of that he should have known she'd disappear like this. After all, bull headed vikings ran in the family and he hadn't listened to his own father when it came to doing what he believed to be right. A small sigh issued from him and he noticed Castiel was awake. "She went with Blizzard to find that flower." He stood up but then immediately stopped himself from pacing by busying his hands by wetting and wringing out the cloth. "I don't know what to do Castiel... I told her I would send someone else but she hadn't listened. She's not anywhere on the island... and the book is gone."
Blizzard saw that she had taken a book, perhaps the same one the healer had? He followed her faithful to the woods without knowing why she went all this way but he could take a pretty good guess. She showed him the plain leather cover and then brought his attention to her voice as one of her small soft hands slipped onto his snout and she spoke. She wished to defy her father and seek this flower anyways? It may have been a desire to prove herself as a dragon rider or maybe Berk already meant this much to her. Her mother’s sudden illness probably was the deciding factor though. He didn’t want to see Ava or his own mother so downhearted, knowing he was physically able to make this journey… Ava wasted no time getting onto his back and he took off- catching the icy currents of the wind and sailing away from Berk.

Maybe he had been too hard on her- Hiccup wasn’t sure he was honest enough about the reason he wanted Ava to say. He’d already lost her once- he really wasn’t ready to lose her again. He took it upon himself to apologize and set out to find her, leaving his mother to look after Castiel.
Exactly what I was thinking. I'll have to post tomorrow since I have writer's block right now.
Just like his daddy- you saw where that lead.
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