#queen muse

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Hiccup was lost. He was officially lost. 

He grumbled to himself in his dragonic tongue as he paused for a moment to try and gauge his location. 

The dragon morph could have sworn he’d passed that tree twice already. His eyes narrowed at the talon marks on the tree that marker that, yes, he had indeed passed that tree twice before. 

He gave the tree a glare as if his predicament was all it’s fault. He barely kept himself from spitting at it as he began to head into another direction (he hoped it was, at least). 

He was hopelessly, painfully lost and he couldn’t even ask someone to help him; what joy this was. 

And what was worse was that he was stuck on whatever island he had crash landed on (he had passed his crash landing sight three times to his increasing frustration). He had been shot down (the irony, can you smell it??) and his wing was slightly bruised but enough that he found that he couldn’t fly. 

He was stuck on this unknown island for who knew how long,

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The dragon morph let out a mournful croon as he not so gently sank to the ground, hissing for a second in pain at the nets (which must have been laced with something) pulled tightly around his small form. 

Why had this happened to him? What had he done to deserve this? To deserve any  of this??!!

He’d only barely managed to claw his way out of the Frost Pits and had gotten multiple burns that had managed to meld some of his scales together (it was so painful painful painful ) when going through the  near endless Passage of the doomed.. 

And now he had managed to get himself caught by dragon trappers when he’d only just gotten free. 

He.... he hadn’t even had time to process the fact that Toothless was gone. 

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.