Post by Jellie on Apr 23, 2010 17:28:22 GMT -5
Welcome to my very first fanworks thread. :3
For my premiere piece, a oneshot I wrote called Final Flight. I wrote this before I saw the movie for the second time, and I'd forgotten that Hiccup gets knocked out by the collision with the Red Death's tail. But hey, artistic license: let's pretend that he was sort of going unconscious the whole way down. Or something. Anyways, without further ado:
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It's dead. It's dead! Toothless, we did it! We caught it just in time, and it's plummeting after us. It's gone for good! The dragons are safe!
But gods, I'm slipping off your back... and the Death's last fireball is looming underneath me. This isn't like yours. I can't just duck it and get singed. It's huge and it defies any sense of scale I had before this moment.
I'm going to die for killing it. It's payback. It's some universal justice that I can't understand. I finally do something right in the eyes of everyone of Berk- I finally, finally kill a dragon- and it kills me. I guess I can't escape being Berk's worst Viking ever. Even in death, I have to be the biggest screw-up anyone in the village has ever known. Maybe they'll put up a statue of me. "How Not to Be a Viking", they'll call it. Gobber will bring the new dragon training students over to it. This is the monument to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, children, he'll say. Made it myself, I did. Died killing the Red Death. 'Twas the only time the lad managed to kill a dragon, and he needed another dragon to even do it. Learn from his mistakes. Now then, today you'll be learnin' how to fight the Zippleback...
You're flying towards me, diving as fast as you can. I want to scream at you, tell you to turn back, that it's too hot even for a dragon in here. But the air burns my throat when I try to talk. You're here and you put your wings around me, folding them completely around me.
"What are you doing, you stupid animal?" I finally manage to say, now that my mouth is shielded from the boiling hot air all around us. "We're going to both die if we stay like this! Fly away, Toothless! Save yourself!"
But you make that little sad noise, deep in your chest. It seems to be coming from right next to where my ear is resting on your torso. It sounds like the echo of gulls crying from far, far away, and it breaks my heart. I can't help but bury my face into your scales. I wouldn't leave you alone, so you won't leave me alone. That's what that noise means.
"Right. I got it. We go down together, I guess," I mumble into you, trying to be a man. Stoick the Vast wouldn't cry in the face of death. He... Dad hasn't ever cried. Not even when Mom died when I was little. Crying is not how you get into Valhalla. A true Viking grits his teeth and ignores grief and sorrow, and just puts his head down, I guess. That's why I'm not one of them. I cried for weeks when Mom died. Dad was embarrassed of me for it.
Suddenly it's even hotter than it was, even with you protecting me, and I can't even think from the heat. Vikings aren't built for heat, even someone as slightly built as I am. You start making pained noises, tightening your wings around me, trying to grab my body with your legs. Gods, please don't be getting burned on my account. You should have let me fall and flown away, back to the other dragons where it was safe. Astrid could-
Astrid... I never got to say everything I wanted to her. As if it would have come out right in the first place, what with my inability to even think straight when she comes by, let alone talk. The only way I've been able to talk to her in the last few days is because I've been talking about Toothless. And now I'll die and she'll never know how much those days meant to me.
You let out a cry and I realize that it's suddenly much cooler. Well, cooler than it was: it's still hotter than I'd ever want to be ever again. We must be through the heart of the fireball now. I can almost hear the other dragons, keening to you with their different voices from below us. I wonder what they're saying to you. Is it something like "Open your wings, you little fool! Stop yourself, before you end up causing a crash!"?
Funny... that sounds like something someone would say to me, if I was a dragon. We're even more similar than I ever imagined.
We keep falling, and I hear you call back to them. It almost sounds like you want to celebrate something, but then it becomes a strange, panicky sound that I've never heard out of you before, and-
owohgodsthepainmylegmylegmylegToothlessohgodsohgodsToothlessareyoualiveToothless-
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I hope you liked it. *passes out tissues just in case*
If you want to fave it on DA, here's the link: jelliclekitten.deviantart.com/art/HTTYD-Final-Flight-161587322
For my premiere piece, a oneshot I wrote called Final Flight. I wrote this before I saw the movie for the second time, and I'd forgotten that Hiccup gets knocked out by the collision with the Red Death's tail. But hey, artistic license: let's pretend that he was sort of going unconscious the whole way down. Or something. Anyways, without further ado:
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It's dead. It's dead! Toothless, we did it! We caught it just in time, and it's plummeting after us. It's gone for good! The dragons are safe!
But gods, I'm slipping off your back... and the Death's last fireball is looming underneath me. This isn't like yours. I can't just duck it and get singed. It's huge and it defies any sense of scale I had before this moment.
I'm going to die for killing it. It's payback. It's some universal justice that I can't understand. I finally do something right in the eyes of everyone of Berk- I finally, finally kill a dragon- and it kills me. I guess I can't escape being Berk's worst Viking ever. Even in death, I have to be the biggest screw-up anyone in the village has ever known. Maybe they'll put up a statue of me. "How Not to Be a Viking", they'll call it. Gobber will bring the new dragon training students over to it. This is the monument to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, children, he'll say. Made it myself, I did. Died killing the Red Death. 'Twas the only time the lad managed to kill a dragon, and he needed another dragon to even do it. Learn from his mistakes. Now then, today you'll be learnin' how to fight the Zippleback...
You're flying towards me, diving as fast as you can. I want to scream at you, tell you to turn back, that it's too hot even for a dragon in here. But the air burns my throat when I try to talk. You're here and you put your wings around me, folding them completely around me.
"What are you doing, you stupid animal?" I finally manage to say, now that my mouth is shielded from the boiling hot air all around us. "We're going to both die if we stay like this! Fly away, Toothless! Save yourself!"
But you make that little sad noise, deep in your chest. It seems to be coming from right next to where my ear is resting on your torso. It sounds like the echo of gulls crying from far, far away, and it breaks my heart. I can't help but bury my face into your scales. I wouldn't leave you alone, so you won't leave me alone. That's what that noise means.
"Right. I got it. We go down together, I guess," I mumble into you, trying to be a man. Stoick the Vast wouldn't cry in the face of death. He... Dad hasn't ever cried. Not even when Mom died when I was little. Crying is not how you get into Valhalla. A true Viking grits his teeth and ignores grief and sorrow, and just puts his head down, I guess. That's why I'm not one of them. I cried for weeks when Mom died. Dad was embarrassed of me for it.
Suddenly it's even hotter than it was, even with you protecting me, and I can't even think from the heat. Vikings aren't built for heat, even someone as slightly built as I am. You start making pained noises, tightening your wings around me, trying to grab my body with your legs. Gods, please don't be getting burned on my account. You should have let me fall and flown away, back to the other dragons where it was safe. Astrid could-
Astrid... I never got to say everything I wanted to her. As if it would have come out right in the first place, what with my inability to even think straight when she comes by, let alone talk. The only way I've been able to talk to her in the last few days is because I've been talking about Toothless. And now I'll die and she'll never know how much those days meant to me.
You let out a cry and I realize that it's suddenly much cooler. Well, cooler than it was: it's still hotter than I'd ever want to be ever again. We must be through the heart of the fireball now. I can almost hear the other dragons, keening to you with their different voices from below us. I wonder what they're saying to you. Is it something like "Open your wings, you little fool! Stop yourself, before you end up causing a crash!"?
Funny... that sounds like something someone would say to me, if I was a dragon. We're even more similar than I ever imagined.
We keep falling, and I hear you call back to them. It almost sounds like you want to celebrate something, but then it becomes a strange, panicky sound that I've never heard out of you before, and-
owohgodsthepainmylegmylegmylegToothlessohgodsohgodsToothlessareyoualiveToothless-
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I hope you liked it. *passes out tissues just in case*
If you want to fave it on DA, here's the link: jelliclekitten.deviantart.com/art/HTTYD-Final-Flight-161587322