michelerene

Six Years Later… It was a peaceful morning in the small village of Berk. Well, as peaceful as a Viking village can be. Sure, there was the stray axe thrown here, and the occasional dragon shooting flame there, but overall, the streets were quiet, the air calm. The sun was casting beautiful purple and pink rays across the clouds that lay against the horizon, and the sheep were grazing peacefully on the sloped hillside with no fear of dragon abduction. All in all, with the clear, serene skies and the refreshing wind that wound around the houses, the morning could be best described as- "TOOTHLESS!" Well, on second thought, the full exten

The first time, it was downright terrifying. The second time, it was frightening. The third time, it made him jump. The fourth time, it was enough to make him do a double-take. But by the fifth time that Stoick the Vast had woken up to find a sleeping Night Fury hanging from the living room rafters, it had become downright annoying. The dragon slept inverted like a bat, which wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't insisted on doing so right in front of the front door. All Stoick wanted to do was to get up, get to his morning affairs in the town, and get on with his day. But unfortunately, all this required the ability to get out of t

Sometimes, I questioned my sanity. I was a Deathly Storm, the most powerful of dragons, the last of my kind! …And I had allowed myself to become attached to a human. And not even a human capable of caring for itself, but a nestling- barely older than a hatchling and not yet close to becoming a fledgling- Viking! He was so thin… A toothpick, really. Hardly any meat on him, not very fast, or strong. But he was my human. He had shot me down, then spared me, and then saved me more than once. He gave me a new name- not anywhere near as beautiful as my real name, but I did find I prefer my new name to my true name regardless- and a new ta