Not So Wild. (Hiccup X Reader) Complete.

Chapter 8. It Happens In A Blink.

With the shout of their dragon's name, the Riders ran down to them, but quickly found themselves surrounded and outnumbered, taking account that they were barely armed.

Fishlegs was quick to be the first to throw his arms into the air, letting his many cards slowly fall to the snow covered ground.

~No one's P.O.V~

Not long after, the gang was taken to one of the ships, the largest one in the float.

A man was crouched over the side of the ship, his face hidden behind the shadow of his thick dreadlocks of his black hair. A cape of black dragon skin draped over his shoulders.

"Drago!" Eret's voice made the tall man stand up fully, turning around to face the approaching people, "Get off me!" Eret writhed his arm out of the right grip of one of the Dragon Trappers, sending a quick glare at him before turning back to the man he called his boss, "Always great to see you, my friend! Keeping warm up here?" He asked as confidently as he could, a crew member came up from behind him, removing all of his weapons.

Drago began to approach the group, his slow steps seemed almost like torture to Eret. As he passed two dragons with metal helmets on, they bowed their heads down, almost touching the ship's floor, as they whimpered in fear.

"Well, as you can see, I'm right on time with a new batch of dragons, just like I promised." Eret gestured to the gang's dragons, who were all tied down to keep them in place.

"He's waking up!" One of the soldiers shouted once Hookfang lifted his head, as soon as he gained his sight, he hit one of the men away by hit head. The other one held onto the ropes, trying to pull him down, "Give me some backup here!"

Hookfang hissed at the man, making a smile creep onto Drago's parted lips, "Drop the ropes." He ordered. They did as told, quickly dropping them and got away before Hookfang could snap with his mouth.

Hookfang narrowed his eyes at the approaching man, his pupils dilated as he blasted Drago with his powerful fire, but the man didn't even flinch, instead, he lifted his cape of dragon skin in front of him, shielding himself from the fire. He was still approaching him.

When Hookfang was out of fire, he was forced to stop and Drago lowered his cape back to his side.

Eret chuckled nervously, his hand slowly going up to his burnt chest.

As Hookfang roared at the man, he was handed his bullhook from a crew member. In response, Drago roared loudly at the dragon, making the other flinch, he began swinging his bullhook over his head as he got closer before hitting it into the ship's floor.

Hookfang' usually fierce-filled eyes were now filled with fear as they looked down at the ground, he slowly lowered his head to the planks, showing submission.

The lunatic, however, placed his foot on his snout, pressing it further into the deck, pressing the remains of fire out of him, smoke coming out of his mouth and snout.

"Hookfang!" Snotlout called out to his dragon, worry filling his eyes.

"Hey!" Ruffnut shouted in anger and sadness.

"What are you doing?!" Astrid demanded. She could feel her blood boiling as she tried to get her wrists out of the rope.