The whispering death thrashed around, its pale eyes narrowed in fury. Alvin stood before it with Mildew. Mildew looked like he was dying to shrink back from the angry dragon, but fear of Alvin held him in place. Hands on hips, staring aggressively at the dragon, Alvin growled, "I'm waiting! How do you calm it down?" 

Shuffling his feet nervously, Mildew croaked, "I... I don't know. Even Hiccup doesn't know much about this dragon."

Alvin turned to Mildew seeming, in his rage, even larger and more frightening than usual. "Then why do I need you around, you stupid, cowardly old man!" he bellowed, black eyes fiery with anger. Mildew clutched his staff in terror, pale eyes wide. 

The whispering death reared up, teeth whirring almost too fast to see. A volley of sharp spines flew from its tail, thudding into the walls at random. 

Alvin clenched his fists. He had just enough common sense to see that this was no time to deal with his dragon. It would have to be left here until it could calm down. Struggling to retain his fury, he threw another disgusted look at Mildew and called to guards standing by, "We're coming up. Do not let him out!" 

The group of brawny vikings hurried to the exit, ready to block it should the dragon make an attempt to escape. Alvin stormed from the holding cage, with Mildew scampering behind.

To hasten their departure, the dragon gave one last screech of hate before the cell door slammed.

Okay, I'm just setting the stage here. Keep reading and I promise it'll smooth out. Alright, Peace out everyone :)