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“You ready, bud?” the auburn Viking asked as he hooked himself onto Toothless.
The dragon rumbled as his shoulders dance back and forth, his wings stretching out in anticipation.
“Hiccup,” came a gruff voice from behind him. “Be safe, son.”
Green eyes darted over his shoulder as he nodded. “I always am, Dad. Besides,” he assured with a lopsided grin, “I’ve got Toothless. What could go wrong?”
He patted the dark, scaly neck and gripped tightly onto the saddle as a rush of chilly wind engulfed him. The young man let out a joyful holler as his friend began twirling before leveling out on the air, gliding gently above the clouds. The air this high was crisp and nipped violently at his exposed skin, but when you live only a few degrees south of Freezing to Death it’s quite refreshing.
He sat up straight, releasing his death grip on the leather strapped around his friend. He stretched his arms out, spanning his fingers as he skimmed the clouds surrounding him. Pulling his hands back, he marveled at the delicate patterns of water droplets and ice that had formed on his skin. In only a few seconds though the beauty was lost as his body heat melted the fragile structures.
Drying his hands off on his shirt, he leaned over and patted the black reptile’s neck. “Hey, Toothless, how about a little fun?” he asked.
The dragon snorted in agreement and the Viking barely had time to grip the saddle before his friend shut his wings and plunged towards the undulating, dark waves below them.
Poking her head through the door, the red haired young woman silently snuck into her parents’ room. Her mother lay in a bundled mess, propped up on a multitude of pillows, her body swathed in thick blankets. Her nose was bright red against her clammy skin covered in thin layer of sweat that glistened in the low firelight.