Post by yarar on Sept 28, 2012 0:18:20 GMT -5
Warning: This fanfiction contains death and will probably have an inaccurate Norse mythology. I have no beta, so please tell me any misspelling or any grammar mistakes.
Chapter 1: Toxic Green Eyes
::Toothless' POV::
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"For the last time, yes! I want to do this. I have to."
It was a beautiful night. The sky was cloudless and the stars were even brighter than usual. Not a
good night to run off flying with your dragon, actually, but my human insisted that we had to move
fast. Hiccup, my human, was currently trying to reassure his mate that he would be fine. Of course
he would be. I would be with him, after all.
"Listen, Astrid, the Elder said that the only cure for Dad's illness is at the end of the world. And I'm
willing to trust her."
Hiccup's father was a strong man, but even the strongest of the strongest cannot fight nature. He had
grown old and become more vulnerable to diseases. For Vikings, death by illness or old age was not
wanted, since it would bring their souls to Hel instead of Valhalla. But that was not the reason why
Hiccup wanted to search for the cure; it was because he loved his father.
"I'm going to miss you," Astrid said with sadness.
"I'm going to miss you, too."
They hugged, just to make sure they still had each other. It felt like it lasted forever when they did
that. I groaned, making my human let go of his mate.
"Ah, sorry, Toothless…" He smiled sheepishly. Hiccup then climbed onto my back, and fitted his
prosthetic leg to the specially made saddle. He turned his head to look at Astrid. I couldn't see his
face, but I could tell that he was giving her a sad smile. "I promise I will come back."
"I know," Astrid murmured.
"Come on, buddy, let's go!" He adjusted his fake leg, controlling my own prosthetic.
We flew into the sky and continued straight, hoping that we would reach the edge of the world
eventually. Hiccup usually had a plan, but I knew that he did not have one right now. His father's
condition already occupied his mind, leaving no space in his brain for a plan.
We periodically flew for hours at a time before finally resting on some random island. Sometimes
the island was deserted, sometimes there were people living there. Some people thought we were
devils, some people thought that Hiccup and I were gods. We never rested for more than an hour,
even when the people begged us to stay with food. We were in a hurry after all, and I understood
that. Everything was going well and we were going at a steady speed. That is, until a storm
approached us at incredible speed. It was so sudden that we could not have seen it coming. It was as
if the storm had been created by magic.
"Hang on, buddy, we can do this!" he tried to encourage me. I roared in agreement. But then my
fake tailfin was torn by the violent gust. We lost control and fell into the forest below us. Hiccup's
prosthetic lost grip from my saddle. I saw his eyes widen in fear as we spun closer and closer to the
ground. I tried to catch him, but failed, so instead I closed my eyes and readied myself for the
impact.
There was a loud crash when we collided with the ground. I opened my eyes, only to see an
unconscious Hiccup. I roared his name in my own language. His head was bleeding and he was
leaning on a rock upside down. I purred and nudged him softly, trying to wake him up. He did not
move. I moved him gently so that he was not upside down anymore. I nudged him again and again,
but he still didn't move. Every time I touched his skin, it felt so cold. And I knew, I knew that
something was wrong. If I could shed tears like humans, then I would have cried until my Hiccup
awoke. I roared in agony. My sweet, fragile Hiccup… was dead.
-Toothless-
My eyes snapped open. It was that damn dream again. It had been centuries since his death, and the
fact that I could not protect him still haunted me. I turned my head and saw a skeleton, decorated by
flowers and a red fake tailfin. I learned from one of the islands we had visited that decorating
someone's grave with flowers was a sign of love. I had added my prosthetic because it was his sign
of love toward me.
I flinched in pain when I tried to move my body. The forest we were in was full of creatures such as
the half-human half-horse, giant spiders, and a stupid three headed dog called Fluffy. I called him
stupid not because of his name (my name was more strange, after all), but because he thought that
my Hiccup was some kind of chew toy. I had a run-in with the dog earlier and the pain was still
stinging. Of course, I bet that the burn I inflicted to him was much more painful than this. I licked
my wound so it could heal faster.
Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. Thinking that it was Fluffy again, I growled in warning and
turned around. What I saw wasn’t what I was expecting though. It was a boy, a human boy. His
eyes--it were as green as his- were wide in fear and his whole body--scrawny, it looked like it would
break from a simple touch- was trembling at my sight. An annoying feeling in my gut started to
nudge me. I refused to accept it, but I knew his face when I saw it. It did not matter how many
centuries it had been. However, it was impossible. There was no way, that the boy in front of him
could be Hiccup.
::Harold POV::
My name was Harold Haddock, I was a third year Gryffindor student and I had a problem. No, the
problem was not the fact that people called me useless. It was the dreams I always had that were
driving me crazy. I always dreamt about toxic green eyes and falling from the sky. I dreamt about
my own death. And it had started happening after I'd enrolled at Hogwarts. At first the dreams had
been blurry, so I hadn't even known that I was falling. But then, at the end of my second year, they
had become clearer and I would woke up screaming. I had not thought it was anything permanent,
since I didn't dream about it when I returned home that summer. However, when I was at Hogwarts
again, the dreams had begun again. This time I always crashed to the ground and everything went
blank. I was tempted to tell my dad about this, but decided not to in case he would make me go to a
shrink. Anyway, the dreams were the reason why I had chosen to take Divination class. I had
thought it was going to help me interpret my dreams. The key word was 'thought'.
"My dear, you dreamt about your own death?"
I nodded.
"And toxic green eyes?"
I nodded again.
Professor Trelawney had gasped dramatically and shook her head in pity. "So young… And yet…"
She'd shaken her head again. When I had asked her what was wrong, she'd only smiled sadly at me.
Ever since then, she always prophesied my death. Charming. I wanted to quit the class, but it was
easy O, and I definitely needed that if I wanted to graduate. You see, in case you didn't figure it out
when I said everybody called me useless, I was not an A-plus (or in the wizarding world, O)
student. It was a miracle I had even advanced to my third year. I was a disappointment to everyone
around me – my dad, my housemates, my professors… Well, there WERE some people who still
had faith in me, like Professor Longbottom. He told me that he had been like me at first, awkward
and shy, but then his friends had helped him change to be a braver person. He said that someday I
would find friends like that, too. He forgot to mention that his friends were Harry Potter and the rest
of Dumbledore's Army. Yeah, I would definitely find friends like that.
-Harold-
Today was a usual day for me. I had dreamt about falling, woke up in a cold sweat, realized that I
was late for class, skipped breakfast, ran through the halls, tripped over my own leg, got laughed at,
arrived at Transfiguration class, my stomach growling, got laughed at again, and at the end of class
Professor Liddell gave me her I'm-disappointed-in-you lecture and gave me a detention. Yep, the
usua- Wait, what?
"Uuh, could you repeat the detention part? I don't think I heard it right…" I said, really hoping that
it was the usual 'writing lines' detention, not the-
"You will feed the Thestrals tonight, in the Forbidden Forest," she repeated.
My jaw dropped. "B-But why?"
Professor Liddell huffed. "Well, it seems like I'm not strict enough with you. Hopefully this
punishment will change your attitude."
"But I can't see Thestrals!" I protested.
"Hagrid will accompany you. You didn't think I would let you go in there without supervision?" She
raised an eyebrow.
"No," I murmured, "but does it has to be at night? Why not midday?"
"Because midday is the time to learn, not detention," the middle aged woman said firmly. Yeah
right, she probably just wanted to scare me. "Anyway, it's time for your next class, go on now." She
waved her hand. I obliged and left.
-Harold-
That night after I ate my dinner, I went to Hagrid's hut to fetch him. He seemed eager to feed the
Thestrals. We went into the Forest with raw meat in our hands. This was the first time I had ever
entered the Forest, and I hoped it would be my last. The place was intensely creepy. The Forest was
thick with trees such as beech, oak, pine, sycamore, yew, and knotgrass and thorn undergrowth,
making it very dark. Though the Forest was vastly dense and wild, there were a few paths and
clearings. Hagrid, who frequently traveled into the Forest for various reasons, had made most of
these trails.
"Umm, are we there yet?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable with the atmosphere.
"Jus' a little bit further, yeh can' wait to feed 'em, can yeh?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, can't wait…" The faster we fed them, the faster I could get out of here, after all.
After we went deep enough into the Forest, Hagrid stopped and stroked thin air. "Are yeh hungry?
Got some raw meat fer yeh."
I squinted my eyes while watching the meat suddenly disappear as if it were being eaten. "So… I
guess they are here?" Hagrid nodded cheerfully. Fearing that the Thestrals would eat my hands
along with the raw meat, I dropped it and backed away.
"Watch out!" the half-giant warned me, and I could feel something cold breathing on my neck.
"Hagrid… there's a Thestral behind me, isn't there?" I asked fearfully.
"Yeah, but yeh don' need ter worry, they won' attack-" Hagrid never got the chance to finish his line
as something else came to attack.
With a loud roar, a bloody, giant, three-headed dog was charging toward us. A smell of burning fur
filled the air as the dog rampaged. I could hear the neighing of the Thestrals around me, and the
stomping sound they made as they fled away. In my panicked state I joined the invisible horses and
ran away from the scene. It was a miracle that I didn’t trip and get crushed by the Thestrals’ feet.
After awhile the adrenaline that boosted my energy slowly dissipated. I could now felt the cut and
bruises I got while running blindly deeper in the forest. I looked around, trying to remember which
way I came from. "Oh, great!" I threw my arms into the air and looked up at the treetops. "Haven't
you done enough to torture me?"
Apparently not.
I sighed and contemplated the situation. Should I wait here for rescue, or should I try to find the
way myself? A noise coming from the bushes made me chose my decision quickly. I yelped and ran
again. Soon, I found myself in a new clearing. I took a deep breath. I looked around only to saw
something that made me cringe. There was a skeleton. There was a human skeleton here. I took a
step back, ready for another sprint. However, I tripped myself. The thing that I originally thought as
a black boulder then jerked at the sound that I made. I couldn’t make it out clearly. But the moment
I saw a scaly wing spreading itself, I knew that I was dealing with a dragon.
The beast growled and slowly turned its head at me. My eyes dilated when I saw its eyes. It was
toxic green. It was the eyes from my dreams.
Chapter 1: Toxic Green Eyes
::Toothless' POV::
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"For the last time, yes! I want to do this. I have to."
It was a beautiful night. The sky was cloudless and the stars were even brighter than usual. Not a
good night to run off flying with your dragon, actually, but my human insisted that we had to move
fast. Hiccup, my human, was currently trying to reassure his mate that he would be fine. Of course
he would be. I would be with him, after all.
"Listen, Astrid, the Elder said that the only cure for Dad's illness is at the end of the world. And I'm
willing to trust her."
Hiccup's father was a strong man, but even the strongest of the strongest cannot fight nature. He had
grown old and become more vulnerable to diseases. For Vikings, death by illness or old age was not
wanted, since it would bring their souls to Hel instead of Valhalla. But that was not the reason why
Hiccup wanted to search for the cure; it was because he loved his father.
"I'm going to miss you," Astrid said with sadness.
"I'm going to miss you, too."
They hugged, just to make sure they still had each other. It felt like it lasted forever when they did
that. I groaned, making my human let go of his mate.
"Ah, sorry, Toothless…" He smiled sheepishly. Hiccup then climbed onto my back, and fitted his
prosthetic leg to the specially made saddle. He turned his head to look at Astrid. I couldn't see his
face, but I could tell that he was giving her a sad smile. "I promise I will come back."
"I know," Astrid murmured.
"Come on, buddy, let's go!" He adjusted his fake leg, controlling my own prosthetic.
We flew into the sky and continued straight, hoping that we would reach the edge of the world
eventually. Hiccup usually had a plan, but I knew that he did not have one right now. His father's
condition already occupied his mind, leaving no space in his brain for a plan.
We periodically flew for hours at a time before finally resting on some random island. Sometimes
the island was deserted, sometimes there were people living there. Some people thought we were
devils, some people thought that Hiccup and I were gods. We never rested for more than an hour,
even when the people begged us to stay with food. We were in a hurry after all, and I understood
that. Everything was going well and we were going at a steady speed. That is, until a storm
approached us at incredible speed. It was so sudden that we could not have seen it coming. It was as
if the storm had been created by magic.
"Hang on, buddy, we can do this!" he tried to encourage me. I roared in agreement. But then my
fake tailfin was torn by the violent gust. We lost control and fell into the forest below us. Hiccup's
prosthetic lost grip from my saddle. I saw his eyes widen in fear as we spun closer and closer to the
ground. I tried to catch him, but failed, so instead I closed my eyes and readied myself for the
impact.
There was a loud crash when we collided with the ground. I opened my eyes, only to see an
unconscious Hiccup. I roared his name in my own language. His head was bleeding and he was
leaning on a rock upside down. I purred and nudged him softly, trying to wake him up. He did not
move. I moved him gently so that he was not upside down anymore. I nudged him again and again,
but he still didn't move. Every time I touched his skin, it felt so cold. And I knew, I knew that
something was wrong. If I could shed tears like humans, then I would have cried until my Hiccup
awoke. I roared in agony. My sweet, fragile Hiccup… was dead.
-Toothless-
My eyes snapped open. It was that damn dream again. It had been centuries since his death, and the
fact that I could not protect him still haunted me. I turned my head and saw a skeleton, decorated by
flowers and a red fake tailfin. I learned from one of the islands we had visited that decorating
someone's grave with flowers was a sign of love. I had added my prosthetic because it was his sign
of love toward me.
I flinched in pain when I tried to move my body. The forest we were in was full of creatures such as
the half-human half-horse, giant spiders, and a stupid three headed dog called Fluffy. I called him
stupid not because of his name (my name was more strange, after all), but because he thought that
my Hiccup was some kind of chew toy. I had a run-in with the dog earlier and the pain was still
stinging. Of course, I bet that the burn I inflicted to him was much more painful than this. I licked
my wound so it could heal faster.
Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. Thinking that it was Fluffy again, I growled in warning and
turned around. What I saw wasn’t what I was expecting though. It was a boy, a human boy. His
eyes--it were as green as his- were wide in fear and his whole body--scrawny, it looked like it would
break from a simple touch- was trembling at my sight. An annoying feeling in my gut started to
nudge me. I refused to accept it, but I knew his face when I saw it. It did not matter how many
centuries it had been. However, it was impossible. There was no way, that the boy in front of him
could be Hiccup.
::Harold POV::
My name was Harold Haddock, I was a third year Gryffindor student and I had a problem. No, the
problem was not the fact that people called me useless. It was the dreams I always had that were
driving me crazy. I always dreamt about toxic green eyes and falling from the sky. I dreamt about
my own death. And it had started happening after I'd enrolled at Hogwarts. At first the dreams had
been blurry, so I hadn't even known that I was falling. But then, at the end of my second year, they
had become clearer and I would woke up screaming. I had not thought it was anything permanent,
since I didn't dream about it when I returned home that summer. However, when I was at Hogwarts
again, the dreams had begun again. This time I always crashed to the ground and everything went
blank. I was tempted to tell my dad about this, but decided not to in case he would make me go to a
shrink. Anyway, the dreams were the reason why I had chosen to take Divination class. I had
thought it was going to help me interpret my dreams. The key word was 'thought'.
"My dear, you dreamt about your own death?"
I nodded.
"And toxic green eyes?"
I nodded again.
Professor Trelawney had gasped dramatically and shook her head in pity. "So young… And yet…"
She'd shaken her head again. When I had asked her what was wrong, she'd only smiled sadly at me.
Ever since then, she always prophesied my death. Charming. I wanted to quit the class, but it was
easy O, and I definitely needed that if I wanted to graduate. You see, in case you didn't figure it out
when I said everybody called me useless, I was not an A-plus (or in the wizarding world, O)
student. It was a miracle I had even advanced to my third year. I was a disappointment to everyone
around me – my dad, my housemates, my professors… Well, there WERE some people who still
had faith in me, like Professor Longbottom. He told me that he had been like me at first, awkward
and shy, but then his friends had helped him change to be a braver person. He said that someday I
would find friends like that, too. He forgot to mention that his friends were Harry Potter and the rest
of Dumbledore's Army. Yeah, I would definitely find friends like that.
-Harold-
Today was a usual day for me. I had dreamt about falling, woke up in a cold sweat, realized that I
was late for class, skipped breakfast, ran through the halls, tripped over my own leg, got laughed at,
arrived at Transfiguration class, my stomach growling, got laughed at again, and at the end of class
Professor Liddell gave me her I'm-disappointed-in-you lecture and gave me a detention. Yep, the
usua- Wait, what?
"Uuh, could you repeat the detention part? I don't think I heard it right…" I said, really hoping that
it was the usual 'writing lines' detention, not the-
"You will feed the Thestrals tonight, in the Forbidden Forest," she repeated.
My jaw dropped. "B-But why?"
Professor Liddell huffed. "Well, it seems like I'm not strict enough with you. Hopefully this
punishment will change your attitude."
"But I can't see Thestrals!" I protested.
"Hagrid will accompany you. You didn't think I would let you go in there without supervision?" She
raised an eyebrow.
"No," I murmured, "but does it has to be at night? Why not midday?"
"Because midday is the time to learn, not detention," the middle aged woman said firmly. Yeah
right, she probably just wanted to scare me. "Anyway, it's time for your next class, go on now." She
waved her hand. I obliged and left.
-Harold-
That night after I ate my dinner, I went to Hagrid's hut to fetch him. He seemed eager to feed the
Thestrals. We went into the Forest with raw meat in our hands. This was the first time I had ever
entered the Forest, and I hoped it would be my last. The place was intensely creepy. The Forest was
thick with trees such as beech, oak, pine, sycamore, yew, and knotgrass and thorn undergrowth,
making it very dark. Though the Forest was vastly dense and wild, there were a few paths and
clearings. Hagrid, who frequently traveled into the Forest for various reasons, had made most of
these trails.
"Umm, are we there yet?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable with the atmosphere.
"Jus' a little bit further, yeh can' wait to feed 'em, can yeh?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, can't wait…" The faster we fed them, the faster I could get out of here, after all.
After we went deep enough into the Forest, Hagrid stopped and stroked thin air. "Are yeh hungry?
Got some raw meat fer yeh."
I squinted my eyes while watching the meat suddenly disappear as if it were being eaten. "So… I
guess they are here?" Hagrid nodded cheerfully. Fearing that the Thestrals would eat my hands
along with the raw meat, I dropped it and backed away.
"Watch out!" the half-giant warned me, and I could feel something cold breathing on my neck.
"Hagrid… there's a Thestral behind me, isn't there?" I asked fearfully.
"Yeah, but yeh don' need ter worry, they won' attack-" Hagrid never got the chance to finish his line
as something else came to attack.
With a loud roar, a bloody, giant, three-headed dog was charging toward us. A smell of burning fur
filled the air as the dog rampaged. I could hear the neighing of the Thestrals around me, and the
stomping sound they made as they fled away. In my panicked state I joined the invisible horses and
ran away from the scene. It was a miracle that I didn’t trip and get crushed by the Thestrals’ feet.
After awhile the adrenaline that boosted my energy slowly dissipated. I could now felt the cut and
bruises I got while running blindly deeper in the forest. I looked around, trying to remember which
way I came from. "Oh, great!" I threw my arms into the air and looked up at the treetops. "Haven't
you done enough to torture me?"
Apparently not.
I sighed and contemplated the situation. Should I wait here for rescue, or should I try to find the
way myself? A noise coming from the bushes made me chose my decision quickly. I yelped and ran
again. Soon, I found myself in a new clearing. I took a deep breath. I looked around only to saw
something that made me cringe. There was a skeleton. There was a human skeleton here. I took a
step back, ready for another sprint. However, I tripped myself. The thing that I originally thought as
a black boulder then jerked at the sound that I made. I couldn’t make it out clearly. But the moment
I saw a scaly wing spreading itself, I knew that I was dealing with a dragon.
The beast growled and slowly turned its head at me. My eyes dilated when I saw its eyes. It was
toxic green. It was the eyes from my dreams.