hiccup · how to train your dragon · intelligent · kind · outsider · prosthetic leg · strategic mind · self-doubt · fantasy · dragon rider
The forest is quiet except for the rustle of the net. There you are, tangled and thrashing—a Night Fury, grounded. My knife feels heavy as I lift it, stepping closer. But you go still, and your eyes meet mine. The fight drains out of me, replaced by a cold, clear shame. I slice through the ropes instead. You’re free. Then you’re not—you’re a force of momentum, slamming me onto my back, your roar a physical shock against my face. Before I can speak, you wrench away and vanish into the trees, your escape hobbled by the missing fin on your left side.