Wednesday, April 25, 2018

How To Love Your Dragon-Chapter 8

A lone, battered ship was pulled into a slip, overloaded with equally battered-looking men, the bruises and wounds and their ragged hair illuminated by the light of the dawning sun. They disembarked to a crowd of onlookers, looking like a team of hometown heroes who just had their butts kicked. Gobber hobbles through the mumbling crowd to find Stoick, who was last to disembark and glowering with battered pride.

"Where are the other ships?" Gobber asked a random Viking who moved past him.

"You don't want to know," he mumbled and moved on grudgingly.

Stoick lumbered past Gobber, leaving him staring at the trashed ship.

"Well, I trust you found the nest at least?" Gobber asked hopefully.

"Not even close," Stoick grumbled moodily as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Ah. Excellent," Gobber replied knowingly, following Stoick up the ramp and snagging his duffel bag with his hook appendage, sharing the burden.

"I hope you had a little more success than me."

"Well, if by success, you mean that your parenting troubles are over with, then…yes."

Stoick stopped, raising a brow at his reply as if asking what does that mean. Before Gobber could explain what he just meant, a group of merry villagers rush past.

"Congratulations, Stoick! Everyone is so relieved."

"Out with the old and in with the new, right?"

"No one will miss that old nuisance!"

"The village is throwing a party to celebrate!"

Stoick was stunned, overwhelmed by the insensitivity. Had something happened to Hiccup? Had he run away from home? Had he been injured? Had he been killed during training? They didn't seem to have found out about Hiccup's secret, but he was still bothered by what might've happened to his son—his only son—to illicit this reaction. A million questions littered his mind as he turned to Gobber.

"He's…gone?"

"Yeah…most afternoons," Gobber shrugged. "But who can blame him? I mean the life of a celebrity is very rough. He can barely walk through the village without being swarmed by his new fans."

"Hiccup?" Stoick was doubly confused.

"Who would've thought, eh?" Gobber replied, beaming with pride. "He has this…way with the beasts."

It took all of Stoick not to behave like a child being denied candy as he followed after Gobber, demanding an explanation

-:-

Toothless and Hiccup soared through a perfect blue sky, finally deciding to take their first step to fly into the open after months of training. Billowing clouds rose like mountains. The ground seemed miles below them.

"Okay there, bud, we're gonna take this nice and slow," Hiccup said as he checked his cheat sheet clipped onto his harness. After the long months of training, Hiccup had finally got down to confirming several tail positions and their pedal position equivalents that were suitable for their flights. Here we go. Here we go…position three, no, four."

He pressed the pedal, causing the tail to flare. They rolled off into an arcing bank, gloriously lit by the late afternoon sun. Hiccup tucked tight against his neck, thrilled that his new harness and vest are holding. The foot controls make the tail appendage quick and responsive. He watched Toothless' every fluctuation, trying to match it with the prosthetic. Hiccup sized up a target, which was a towering arch of stone, rising from the sea.

"Alright, it's go time. It's go time," Hiccup muttered as they dove toward it, lining up to pass through the arch. "Come on. Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy!"

They zipped through the arch. A perfect maneuver.

"Yeah! Yes, it worked!"

The triumph was short-lived. They smacked into one of several sea stacks as Hiccup tried to keep up with the turns.

"Sorry…" Hiccup said, then hurtled into another rock pillar, making Toothless grumble. "Sorry, that was my fault."

Toothless swatted him with its ear, as if to reprimand him to focus.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it," Hiccup grumbled, referring to the cheat sheet. "Position four, no, three."

They soon pierced the clouds. For the first time, Hiccup could see the whole of the island below them. It shrank with every passing second, and it was an amazing scene before him. He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on the handles.

"Yeah! Go baby!" Hiccup shouted excitedly as they went higher and higher. "Yes! Oh, this is amazing! The wind in my…cheat sheet!"

In his excitement, Hiccup didn't realize his cheat sheet coming loose from his harness and tearing free in the turbulence until it brushed past his face. Panicking, he commanded Toothless to stop as he grabbed frantically for it and managed to nab it before it was carried out of reach. Toothless, however, obeyed the command and suddenly stopped beating its wings, causing Hiccup to go weightless as they slowed to a stop. The rings of his vest floated off of the harness hooks and Hiccup suddenly found himself detached, free-falling.

"Oh gods! Oh no!"

Without Hiccup, the tail lost control. Hiccup and Toothless soon started spiral downward like a speeding bullet. Toothless fought to get back under Hiccup.

"Alright, okay. You just gotta kinda angle yourself…" Hiccup tried to calm the dragon down, he himself having tons of 'I don't wanna die' thoughts racing through his mind. "No, no…come back down towards me. Come back down…"

Hiccup extended his arms and legs, giving himself as much surface area as he can. He angled back towards Toothless as the tumbling dragon accidentally whacked Hiccup with its wing as it continued to spiral. After a few more misses, Hiccup finally grabbed hold of the harness and manages to lock in just in time to pull Toothless out of his dive, barely shy of the tree tops. They careened past the wooded cliff and directly into a treacherous slalom course of jutting sea stacks. Hiccup pulled the cheat sheet from his teeth and attempted to check positions, but unfortunately it flapped violently in the turbulence, making it impossible to even see a picture, let alone concentrate on a position.

With no time to think, Hiccup threw the cheat sheet away and decided to steer Toothless' tail on his own. Instinct kicked in along with intuition somehow as together, they manage a tight, hair-raising series of split-second turns around the rock pillars. There were a few close-calls, but finally, after what felt like forever, they made it to the open water unscathed. Hiccup took a breath and glanced back at the death-defying obstacle course, now safely behind them, and beamed, relieved.

"YEEAHH!" Hiccup hollered as he sat back and threw his arms up in victory.

Toothless concurred his triumph with a happy squeal and a fireball. Hiccup's glee turned to dread as he saw that they were flying directly into it.

"Ah, come on…"

-:-

Hiccup and Toothless lounged on a sprawling, deserted beach on a tiny island just a couple of miles away from the Wild Zone, snacking of freshly caught fish after a long day of more test runs. Hiccup's hair was a little singed and blown back by the fireball that Toothless shot out, but at least he wasn't burnt into a crisp, though he didn't really appreciate Toothless' amused look whenever it caught a glance at his hair. As Hiccup cooked his fish over the fire, Toothless regurgitated a fish head for him. He learnt that it was something dragons do for their friends and companions as a sign of goodwill, as Toothless had demonstrated a few times when he fed him fish after a long day's training. Hiccup smirked with forced politeness.

"Uh…no, thanks," Hiccup said as he gestured to his fish on a stick, trying to resist looking a little disgusted. "I'm good."

Out of the blue, several Terrible Terrors landed before them like seagulls, hissing and nipping at each other as they approached Toothless' pile of fish. Hiccup was a little nervous at seeing them; he had seen only one during training, he had never seen a whole flock of them and it made him worry about what they would do and how would they behave in such sheer numbers. Thankfully they were more interested with Toothless' hoard rather than Hiccup, though Toothless was not too happy with sharing, growling at them threateningly. One Terror managed to grab the regurgitated fish head and dragged it away. Another attempted to steal it from it. They face off and blasted fire balls at each other to settle the fight.

Hiccup and Toothless watched them bickering, amused. That is until Toothless spotted one of his fish leaving the pile, exposing a stealthy Terrible Terror as the thief. They tugged on the fish, and it snapped back into Toothless' mouth, leaving only a small piece of the fish's tail in the Terror's mouth. Toothless swallowed it back tauntingly. Irate, the little dragon pawed at the ground and tried to blast Toothless. It opened his mouth, the gas hiss came, and an un-amused Toothless fired a tiny flame straight into its mouth, causing the gas to backfire into the little dragon. It coughed up smoke and staggered away, looking ill.

"Not so fireproof on the inside, are you?" Hiccup laughed as he threw the hapless Terror his freshly cooked fish. "Here you go."

The appreciative little dragon gulps down the meal and approached Hiccup cautiously. Slowly it curled up next to him. Hiccup was amazed. The Terrible Terror who was known to violence at the slightest provocation and can chew off almost anything without even trying was right there, sleeping beside him, nestled docilely like a home-bred cat without a care in the world. Hiccup carefully reached over to pet him and it didn't turn to tear his hand off. Instead it let out a purr and nuzzled Hiccup even closer.

"Everything we know about you guys…is wrong," Hiccup said pensively, surprised at this revelation.
Seeing their companion snuggled so comfortably against this human, the other Terrors soon closed in, crowding around him and settled themselves happily on his lap. One of them somehow boldly leaned close to Hiccup's crotch and started sniffing about him, as if picking some sort of scent. Hiccup blushed as he tried to stop the Terror and wriggle away from it, but the other Terrors soon followed, suddenly very interested at Hiccup's lower half of the body. Toothless suddenly reacted by roaring at the Terrors, smacking them off Hiccup and curled around him protectively, growling as it did when it was trying to protect its hoard. A few verbal altercations between Toothless and the Terrors and the flock of little dragons soon hissed and flew away, leaving them alone.

"Woah…What was that about…?" Hiccup tried to cover his blush as he got out of Toothless' embrace, in which Toothless growled and held him back down, eyeing warily around as if worried that the Terrors might return. Hiccup sighed, "I know, I know. You're the only one who can punish me. No one is allowed to touch me, is that what you're trying to say?"

Toothless, after looking around some more, eased up and let go of Hiccup, returning to its meal. Hiccup took a smaller fish from the hoard—making sure that Toothless was OK with it—and cooked it over the fire, which was almost dying out.

"You do realize that I'm male, right?" Hiccup, after taking a small bite from his cooked fish, broke the silence between them. "Even though you have been…doing these things to me?"

Toothless responded with a pitched purr, as if questioning him.

"I'm sure you noticed that I don't…look like the other guys from my village, right? I'm smaller and weaker and slower than most of them…and I…" Hiccup sighed in resignation. "I suppose…I owe you an explanation as to why I…look like…this."

Toothless gulped down its last fish and poised itself towards Hiccup, as if listening to what he had to say, a pose he always did when Hiccup would try to tell him about his day.

"I'm…I'm cursed," Hiccup blurted out. "Well, to be precise, my mom's side of the family is cursed. She came from a very poor village back up South, and where she came from, there was almost always famine at certain times of the year, because they were living within trespassing territories of an ancient clan of demons of the woods. The village was too poor to move out of that place or invade and pillage other places to live, and at the time, that was the best affordable place they could settle in.
"After praying to the gods for a miracle, her village elder decided that every family, including the village head, who's my mom's ancestor, must hand in their first-born daughter every year as a sacrificial bride to the demon of the woods to pacify them and curb the famine. I dunno the details, but basically they drew lots to see who was the unlucky family to sacrifice their girl, then they would dress the girl up in Viking bridal clothes, give her a few well-wishes and a basket of offerings for her to bring along for the demon, and they would watch as she slowly disappeared into the darkness of the woods. What happened to her was anyone's guess.

"It worked for a few generations and my mom's village prospered for a while, before finally my mom became the luck of the draw. You see, my mom was the only child in the family. My mom's dad—my other grandpa and then Chief of her tribe—wanted to merge tribes to escape poverty, and chose Berk as his best option. He thought that if he married my mom to my dad and move out of the place, everything would be a-OK. But the demons of the woods weren't too happy about letting this good ol' tradition die out when they were getting it so good, and they were not about to be denied a bride that year. Rules were the rules and my mom has to become the next sacrificial bride, until her dad got sick of it and decided to cook up a plan to destroy those demons once and for all.

"He gathered all of the village's best men, snuck into the woods while watching over my mom's back as she walked in, then when the demons showed up, they slay them one by one until not a single demon was left. You might think it was a happily ever after ending, but my grandpa's stunt came with a price. My mom's village was cursed with a mysterious illness that caused every woman in the village to become barren. None of them could have kids and they were dying out faster than the famine. When Mom married Dad after their dads signed the merger treaty, she had given birth to so many stillborns; I wasn't even expected to survive.

"But I did, at the cost of my mom's life when she gave birth to me…and her curse was brought down to me," Hiccup sighed as he crossed his legs a little. "I…I'm born with girl parts, that's why you could…do whatever you did to me. I still have my boy parts, but it's useless, it's only for peeing. I'm born with the curse of 'a son who will never be truly a son', and I know my dad hates me for it. Sometimes I think he believes that I was the reason Mom died, and sometimes I think he's right. So far only Dad and I and the midwife who delivered me knew about my secret—my dad made her swear to secrecy—and we have been hiding it ever since," Hiccup let out another huge sigh of relief. "Phew! Well, that felt pretty good, to get everything off my chest. So now you know…"

Hiccup's voice trailed away as he saw Toothless really close to him, looking at him with glazed eyes. It almost looked like it was going to cry after listening to his story. Hiccup tried to laugh it away.
"Oh, come on, it was so long time ago. Anyway, I'm used to it already. I'm really good at keeping secrets and…Ack…!"

Hiccup was suddenly thrown back as Toothless lunged towards him, curling tightly around him. He tried to push it away but it curled even tighter, letting out strong, deep purrs that rumbled at his ears. He felt Toothless' giant paws wrapped around him and he realized that he was being hugged. The dragon actually felt sorry for him and was trying to make him feel better.

"It's OK, Toothless. I'm fine, I'm just…just…"

Hiccup finally couldn't hold back as he hugged Toothless back, letting sobs of agony and pain that he had kept bottled inside him for years since he learnt about his family secret. Sobs led to whimpers, whimpers led to whines, whines led to wails and finally wails led to screams as he let everything out in Toothless' chest. He cried long and hard, tears streaming down his cheeks as he cried for the death of his mother, the disappointment of his father, the annoyance of his peers and the ignorance of his villagers. All the years of pain and suffering he felt as the burden of being the disgraceful son of the Chief and the curse of being a freak that weighed him down burst out of him through his cries. Everything that he felt, everything that he endured, everything…was released right there and then, in the arms of the most unlikely yet needed companion he had ever had in his life.

By the time he calmed down from his crying, Hiccup realized that he was warmly snug in Toothless' embrace and the dragon had not stopped licking his tears away since he started pouring his heart out. Sniffling, he pressed his head against Toothless' muzzle.

"Punish me. Make me pay for what I've done. Please punish me," Hiccup couldn't believe he was actually saying that, but he wasn't lying either. He needed the punishment. He needed something, anything, to make him forget all the pain he had felt for all these years.

Toothless looked down at him for quite a long while, then growled a little with a gentle shake of its head before leaning down, nuzzling Hiccup's collar until it could see his neck. It then reached down and bit Hiccup, drawing blood and leaving a mark with its two front teeth. Hiccup hissed at the sting but before he could ask what it was doing, Toothless moved to Hiccup's lips, licking them to part them open before pushing the tip of its tongue in, encouraging him to reciprocate. Hiccup did so and realized that he was doing a sort of tongue dance with it, like a dragon kiss, and it got more and more sensual to the point where Hiccup actually felt aroused.

"W…Wha…What are you doing, Toothle—ahh…!"

Toothless was not in the mood for idle chatter as it nuzzled Hiccup's clothes, pushing his shirt up to reveal his bare chest as its tail worked to push his pants down. Hiccup unconsciously raised his hips to allow the pants to slide off as he moaned at Toothless' tongue roaming around his naked body, flicking at his nipples and licking at an area that was near Hiccup's belly button that made him hitch and moaned even louder and higher. Hiccup was a little scared at this turn of events; Toothless had never done this before. Usually it would just force Hiccup to take off his pants and he would let it have its way with him. This was different, more intimate, more sensual, as if the dragon was trying to prepare his whole body for the punishment.

"P…Please…T-Toothless…I'm scared…"

Toothless purred as it leaned up and licked Hiccup's lips again. This time Hiccup responded and returned the kiss quite eagerly, and while he was distracted, Toothless soon probed its member around Hiccup's crotch until it found what it was looking for and pushed in.

That was when he suddenly felt a burning sensation on the area where Toothless bit him. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless, and that heat surged through his whole body for a moment or so before it settled into his chest where his heart was. Without warning, he was bombarded with feelings and images that were not his own. The images were cloudy, as if surrounded by mist, but not that thick that he couldn't see. He saw himself being violated on the first day they met, followed by a strong feeling of anger, hatred and vengeance.

He saw the days that followed as he tried to get to know Toothless, followed by a feeling of apprehension, suspicion, wariness, then slowly a mix of curiosity, wonder, amazement and acceptance. He then saw the day he helped Toothless to fly with his prototype fin—along with the feeling of relief and freedom—and the moment they both fell into the pond. He saw himself dripping wet, his hair matted onto his freckled face, the clothes so wet it stuck onto his skin and pronounced every single detail of his body within it. The feeling that came with it as he saw himself being punished was…lust? Passion…? And…love…?

As Toothless thrust deeper into him, he suddenly felt those feelings too. Every lick it gave him, every thrust he made, every purr and rumbling moan that came out of its mouth, was filled with those emotions. All the hatred and anger and vengeance were gone. It no longer held those feelings towards Hiccup. It had already stopped a long time ago. It was now replaced with such passion and love and need that Hiccup could almost feel his heart bursting with it. He felt everything that Toothless felt, and deep down inside, he knew Toothless felt his own too.

They were bonded. Heart and soul.

Toothless, from that bite, had taken Hiccup as its mate and they were tied together now with a bond so close, not even Thor's hammer could break it apart. Whatever fleeting feelings Hiccup had for Astrid was long gone, and was replace with the carnal need and desire to be one with Toothless, the dragon he defeated, the dragon he conquered…the dragon he loved.

"Yes…Yes, right there, Toothless…" Hiccup whined as he felt Toothless thrusting him right this time. "Right there, don't stop…!"

Toothless gave him a gentle dragon smile and did just that. The odd reaching sensation came again, and Hiccup soon found himself moaning and whining in pleasure, begging Toothless to keep going, to not stop, to let him reach that point he had never reached before. As Toothless hit him harder and deeper than ever before, the sensation got stronger and stronger. He was almost there, almost right there. He just needed to reach, just a bit more…

"OH GODS, TOOTHLEEEEEESSSS…!"

Toothless let out an equally loud roar as it climaxed long and hard into Hiccup, feeling Hiccup's inner muscles squeezing him like a vice as Hiccup finally reached that point and felt like he had just exploded into a million pieces and been put back together again. That was it. That was the feeling he had been dying to reach all this while. And when he felt what Toothless felt, he finally understood that reaching sensation. It was a climax, an orgasm. His very first orgasm ever.

And it felt amazing.

Hiccup blushed hard as he finally found his brain and his voice, and couldn't believe the next thing that came out of his mouth.

"C…Can we…do that…again…?"

The Night Fury didn't need to be asked twice.

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