"I-Im going to kill you, dragon..." I turn my knife up so it's ready to plunge, to stab..to kill.

"...I'm gonna..I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. "
And then I can become liked. The heart will be all the proof I need! My bola launchers can be set up all over town for better defence!

But is all this struggle, really worth it? What if they don't believe me? I'm not like them....i'm.....I'm...
" I-I'm a Viking. " I assure myself.
But I'm not like them. I'm not tough, bug, scary, strong or......i guess my intelligence isn't that of a yack.

"I am a VIKING!" I shout at the creature, who's life I'm about to take, ferociously.
I can do this.
You are a viking, Hiccup. Now is your chance.
I ready myself. I take a deep breath and I hold the knife up high, ready to strike. But unfortunately I make the mistake of opening my eyes and looking into its eyes, something my dad has always taught me not to do. My eyes widen.

Is it.....?.....no...surely not.
I pull my eyes away quickly and take a deep breath, closing my eyes.
You can do it, Hiccup. Go on, do it! You need to do this. Its the only way to win respect. Ignore it. Just do it, Hiccup!
I here a sad, defeated, surrendering croon and a soft thud.

I scrunch my face and tighten my grip on the weapon.
Why would it do that?

Because it's scared. And so are you.
I take deep breaths.
Come on, Hiccup. This is your chance!
You can do this, Hiccup. You can do this....you can do this...you can NOT do this! You can't do this to a defenceless creature! It's as frightened as you are! And Dad said dragons have no souls: That they only consist of Anger! But look at this poor creature, he's--I mean, It's--bound up, terrified and it has a soul.

"I did this!" I say after looking at the Dragons wounded body. I step backwards.

I go to walk away but stop in my tracks. I look back at the dragon that still has its eye closed, taking in its body again.
I can't just leave him here! He--It'll die of starvation... or another viking, probably Astrid with her axe, could stumble upon it and claim it as theirs.
I take a deep breath, scrunch my face up and hope I'm not going to regret what I'm about to do.

*Snap*
Goes the first rope. I keep looking over my shoulder in case anyone comes.
I'm not ready to be an outcast just yet!

I'm using my knife, that I was originally going to kill it with, to cut through the ropes that hold this dragon prisoner.
This....this is crazy! But I can't stop now that I've started.

I shake off my thoughts and just keep cutting the ropes so the dragon can be free.
*snap* goes the second rope.

Keep going...keep going.

*Snap!* the third rope goes.

Almost there....
Suddenly, just as I cut the last rope, the dragon stirs and rolls me over. I breath quick, short, terrified breaths as I'm pinned under the dragon just by its paw, as it is puffing in anger. My neck is literally between it's claws. I tilt my face away, trying to get as far away as possible as I look into its furious green eyes.

I close my eyes as it prepares to blast me, sucking in air.
This is it. Oh Thor, this is it. At least I may get to meet my mum.

But instead of blasting me, it roars in my face then flies away, bumping into a few things along the way, leaving me terrified but unharmed.
It.....didn't kill me. It...didn't kill me!
I let out a splutter of relief and disbelief.

I slowly get up.
Well then...that just...that just happened.
I stare after it as I catch another glimpse of it and it lets out a cry, or a call, or something.
I go to slowly walk away.
But my legs feel like twigs and I let out a whimper, everything going black as I fall.

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I love the Gif, it isn't mine. But it makes me laugh. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks for reading
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