So I have decided to do a HTTYD one-shot, but from Toothless's point of view, b/c he don't talk in the movies. ^_^ Enjoy!
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The night was warm as I glided over the Meridian of Misery. A cool breeze swept in, going under my wings and making me rise higher. Flying. It was more then fun, it was freedom. And as a Dragon, we all honor freedom. I waited, watching for an attack on the village. Sure enough, it came with the next gust of wind. The Nadders came first, swooping in and setting house after house on fire. The Zippleback followed them, taking over for the Nadders as they went for the sheep. The Gronckles sluggishly came, helping the Nadders with the sheep and setting off the traps. Then, the Monstorus Nightmare came, quickly setting himself on fire as he attempted to kill the Vikings on one of the catapults. Then it was my turn. As I swooped in, my voice echoed, indicating that I was about to breath fire. I hit the catapult dead center, blowing it to bits and making the Vikings jump for their lives. I then hit another, and another, and yet another. I kept going. I never stole their food, never showed myself, and I have never, ever missed. 'No Viking will ever catch me.' I thought to myself. But, moments later, I was proven wrong. As I went in to destroy another catapult, someone was waiting for me. A few seconds after a blew up the catapult, strings with weights wrapped around me, folding up my wings and legs. I plummeted from the sky. As I hit the ground, one of my Tail flaps came off as a roared from the pain. I finally stopped, then I blacked out.
Next thing I knew, someone was touching my shoulder. I quickly shook them off and opened my eyes. My eyes met the eyes of a young, scrawny Viking. He had a knife with him. 'This is who shot me down?' I asked myself. The Viking talked to me for a second, saying what he was about to do to me. As he raised his knife for the final blow, I close my eyes, waiting for the sharp pain, and then total blackness. Nothing happened, but I though he was just taking int he triumphant moment. But, to my great surprise, he started to cut away the ropes that bound me. As soon as I was free, I pounced him, knocking him to the ground and growling in his face. I looked into his eyes once more. He looked just as terrified as I was only moments ago. He sparred my life... I opened my mouth, but instead of killing him, I roared right in his face. I ran off, trying to take flight. Freedom. It's what a Dragon treasured. But as soon as I took off, I fell again, this time into a deep little valley. This time, I couldn't escape. Maybe I was never going to get my freedom back. And that, for a Dragon, is the worst thing a Viking could take away from a Dragon.
