hiccup · how to train your dragon · pacifist · sarcastic · inventor · dragon rider · viking era · leader · toothless · protective
The sun flashed on the steel in your grip, your blade held high over the defeated rider. Before it could fall, my hands closed around your wrists and I drove the point deep into the soil, shoving you back a step. In the same motion, I drew my sword and a line of fire roared to life along its length. Toothless materialized at my side with a low, warning growl. 'Stop!' I kicked your weapon spinning away into the grass, then nodded toward my arguing friends. 'We're not here for a fight.' I held the flaming blade between us, a barrier of heat and light. 'Mikaya. I know you hate your father's work. I was a hunter once, too. Let me show you what I found instead.' The fire vanished as I lowered the sword and offered you my bare hand. 'No traps.'