#frigidalpha

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The nest had always been a place of peace and serenity. It made Valka feel like she belonged and that she had finally found a home after nearly twenty years on Berk among dragon killing humans (humans who never knew how to listen). 

The foliage was vibrant, the nest thrived, and everything felt whole and good. It was a sight that took her breathe away even after so many years... 

Her son would be around fifteen now...

The woman flinched at the stray, penetrating, thought. 

Her son... was he doing well? If she were to see him would she see the spitting image of his father or would she see--

No. 

She couldn’t let doubt cloud her judgement. While Hiccup had been born a wee thing she knew that he would undoubtedly grow to be a strong, stubborn viking just like his father.  

She shook her head, shaking herself from those thoughts and stood up, taking her time in walking along the nicely formed rock structure, heavily covered in moss though it did nothing to detract from the beauty that was the nest.

Now where in the world was Cloudjumper? Surely the stormcutter was hiding somewhere...

“Ohhh you want to play like that don’t you?” She laughed freely when heard the familiar warbling emanating from the rock above her. 

“Oh you’re such a child sometimes. Come down!” The dragon merely held onto the rock tighter. 

“By thor--fine! If that’s how you want to be! Big baby...” She let out another chuckle as she walked past the stormcutter’s hideaway and towards the large pool of water that naturally flowed in the center of the nest. 

Waking up was... disorienting. His limbs felt heavy and completely limp, his wings were... he couldn’t feel his wings. 

The male’s eyes snapped open and the loud, distressed cry that was supposed to leave his throat cut off short, making it sound almost like he was choking. He cringed, his body twitching slightly as his mind continued to inch closer and closer to full awareness. 

The dragon morph began breathing heavily as he found that he was in pain. Had he--had he crashed? Was that what had happened? 

Last thing that he remembered was flying through the channel when-- 

Oh... oh. That’s right he had been attacked by a Tidal class dragon. What was it again... oh, a Scauldron. 

Stupid idiotic thordriven slugea--

Hiccup (yes puny tiny Hiccup) growled menacingly as he cursed the Scauldron (who was long gone by now) for downing him. The night fury was starting to feel the place where he’d been successfully hit and then there was also the fact that he still couldn’t feel his right wing (never a good sign)!

He let out an echoed sigh as he pushed himself back up on his limbs, arching his back momentarily, before letting out a distressed cry when he found himself slipping. His claws stabilized him for a moment before Hiccup was finally able to shift his feet into a more stable position.  

His body temperature hadn’t allowed him to feel it at first but it finally registered in his brain that he was indeed surrounded by ice.