LeannieEverlue
Cutie Pines
"I'm so sorry, Toothless." The dragon in question looked up, nonverbally waving away away the apology with a small jerk of his head. Hiccup sighed, inspecting the wound where the tail fin had once been. The tear was rather gruesome, dried blood staining the raven black scales. "I shouldn't have taken you out here," Hiccup murmured, searching for a moment before removing the strange armor he wore and revealing the faded tunic he wore beneath it. He set the armor aside, making sure the spikes that ran along his spine were facing upward so he wouldn't damage them by sticking them in the ground. He then peeled off the cloth belt that kept the tunic close to his waist, causing the large article of clothing to seem rather baggy. He wrapped the cloth of his belt around the wound, biting his lip as he tied it. He wanted it to be secure, but at the same time, he was worried about jarring the wound. He sighed, sitting back and inspecting his hands. They were stained scarlet from the night before. He moved over to the lake, washing them off as he pondered over the previous night's events. A viking boy had shot them boy, a boy hardly any brawnier than himself and a little bit taller. With his messy hair and warm eyes, he didn't look anything like how his mother had described vikings to look, but Hiccup supposed not all vikings were the same. He shrugged a little to himself, sighing and wiping his hands on his leggings. "So, what're we gonna do, bud?" He asked as he walked back over to Toothless, planting his hands on his hips and looking around, "I mean, we can't fly back. I guess if we could find a Terror, we could send mum a message..." He sighed once more, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. What a mess he had gotten them into. He hadn't meant for this to happen. He was just curious.