the queen of the nest: the red death

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11:58 AM. THE LOST SEA

when y/n has dreams, they're usually about her family. she wasn't a dreamer, like her aunt helena was. but she had dreams that had no relevance to the future. or the past. but when she saw that white stag, all her dreams have been about her drowning. is that her death? she will fall into the sea and she won't be able to save herself? more of a velaryon death than a targaryen one.

she tries opening her eyes but they feel so heavy. she whines, feeling the pain in her head. jiōragon bē. jiōragon bē. she has to do this. she tries moving her arms, but they're bound. she's bound? why is she bound? her purple eyes open wide and she sees she is upon a ship. she looks around, seeing a fog cover the area. she turns to the left, seeing toothless. and he's bound too. 

"toothless, iksan kesīr," she whispers, toothless looking at her. his eyes dilate as she smiles at him. she goes to get up but she can't. her dagger isn't here. she looks around, trying to see something she can use to unbind herself. 

midnight isn't here. is she on another ship? y/n can see quite a few. let's hope to the seven god's she isn't. 

gobber watches everyone work on their separate ships as he joins his old friend. his best friend. and possibly, his only friend. 

"listen stoick," he starts, nervously looking around. "i was...overhearing some men, and well, some of them are wondering what it is we're up to here," y/n looks around. where is here? her violet eyes dart around, trying to recognise something. anything. "not me, of course," gobber stammers as stoick lives up to his name. "i-i know you're always the man with the plan, but some, not me, are wondering if there is, in fact, a plan at all...and what it might be?" gobber finished. 

"find the nest and take it,"

"you wish to find the dragon's nest?" y/n says, getting gobber and stoick's attention. "are you mad? do you wish to see your downfall?"

"what are you talking about, girl?"

"if you do not comprehend me, i will repeat for you in simpler terms. i am talking about turning these ships around," y/n says, looking up at the two men. she hold no fear though. "you-"

"should i really be listening to girl who put dragon nonsense in my son's head?"

"your son is the most courageous, kindest and the most thoughtful person i have ever met," y/n states. "and he would know that this is going to be your downfall. i am under the assumption that he heeded you warnings but you decided against listening to him. am i correct?"

stoick stomps over to y/n, the girl narrowing her violet eyes at him. 

"gag her," and another viking gets a clean cloth, putting it around y/n's mouth, keeping her quiet. y/n huffs through her nose, trying not to act irrational. but irrational seems to be the only option right now. 

toothless begins to chitter, his senses heightened as he tilts to the side. y/n looks at him, her eyes clouded with worry. 

ignoring y/n, stoick moves past her, moving to the tiller. he barges past some men who grunt, doing nothing because he is the chief. and the probability of him throwing them overboard is extremely high. 

"stand aside," he demands, taking control as toothless' head stands back, his mouth curled up in a snarl. his eyes slit, turning his face east. stoick leads the ship, turning it through the rock maze. the dragon faces west, making him narrowly avoid the jagged rocks embedded in the ground. 

"hard to port..." other viking's whisper to each other, turning sharply away from the rocks which are coming from the ground. 

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back at berk, hiccup had managed to help everyone bond with a dragon. astrid, a deadly nadder. snoutlout, a monstrous nightmare. fishlegs, the gronckle. tuffnutt and ruffnut, the zippleback. now, all he needed to do is find midnight. 

he runs in the forest, jumping over logs and broken down trees from their days together, looking for her. 

"midnight!" he shouts, looking around. all he can see are trees, leaves and rocks. where is she? did she leave to follow y/n? is she safe? oh gods, where is she? "midnight?!"

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all the viking's, expect for stoick, looking around nervously in the fog. they can't see anything. y/n breathes heavily through her nose. 

stoick's gaze flickers to an old ship. but he doesn't recognise it. y/n's eyes go wide as she recognises it. that has her house flag on it. the red and black, the three headed dragon. her breathing deepens, trying not show any type of emotion. why would she? you do not show emotion to the enemy. 

"isn't that a targaryen ship-"

"quiet!" stoick bellows, making the viking's all flinch. toothless continues to lead the viking's, glancing over to y/n to make sure she's okay. he can feel the targaryen rage from her from where he is bound. 

stoick steers the ship, narrowly missing another jaded rock. toothless starts to thrash against his restraints, y/n trying to break hers. 

"stay low, and ready your weapons,"

gobber nods at the command, stumbling as the ship hits the rocky shore. toothless growls at stoick as the chief walks past him. stoick looks up to the mountain, the light humming echoing throughout the seas. 

"we're here," stoick smirks, swinging himself over the side of the ship and onto the rocky beach. and as soon as his feet hit the ground, the low humming stops. 

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hiccup makes it to the clearing, seeing the broken and limp flower crowns in the area y/n usually stays in. he sighs, looking around. 

"midnight," he says softly. he knows she's here. he can't tell how. but he knows she is. "īlon jorrāelagon naejot jurnegon syt y/n," his high valyrian is weak but who cares. let's hope it's good enough for midnight to understand him. "se mērī ñuhoso īlon're jāre naejot jiōragon naejot zirȳla iksis lo īlon sōvegon,"

midnight coos, nudging him in his side. she needs her best friend back. 

"kostagon nyke?" he says, motioning at midnight's back. midnight lowers herself, hiccup getting onto her back. he doesn't know but only targaryen's and velaryon's have had the privilege to ride valyrian dragon's. he is the first viking to ride a valyrian dragon. and he will probably be the last.  "īlon'll jiōragon naejot zirȳla. māzigon va,"

midnight roars out, opening up her large dark coloured wings and taking to the skies. 

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more than a dozen wooden spikes are planted into the rocky beach as the viking's prepared themselves for every outcome. 

"when we crack that mountain open," stoick draws in the plan in the grey sand with a sword, a small huddle of viking's around him. "all hell is going to break loose,"

"in my undies," gobber states, looking up at the mountain. "good thing i brought extras!"

"no matter how this ends," stoick ignore gobber, focusing at the task at hand. "it ends today," he puts his hand up, closing his fist. 

the viking's react according to the signal, launching the catapults and large boulders hit the mountain, chipping away at it. the last boulder hits the side of the mountain, cracking it open, allowing the cold light to shine through. 

stoick climbs up the rockslide, the men behind yelling in anticipation before silencing themselves. seeing nothing, stoick makes a gesture with his hammer. this makes the men launch a flaming hay ball into the crack of the opening, allowing stoick see the sleeping dragons. covering the whole wall and ceiling. 

he lets out a war cry, racing into the nest. but the dragons avoid him completely, not caring. he swings his hammer around, missing them as they fly to safety. gobber does the same, swinging him hammer around wildly. 

the viking's watch, confused. was that it? did they win? not a single fire blast is taken as the dragon's fly off. 

toothless whimpers as the other dragons fly to safety. y/n makes movements with her mouth, allowing the cloth to fall her mouth. she greedily takes in gulps off air, looking around before landing her eyes on toothless.

"laesi bē nyke," she tells hims, toothless looking at her. "bisa kessa daor sagon īlva vējes,"

"is that it?" gobber questions with a shrug as he walks down the rockslide. "we've done it!"

the viking's cheer with gobber, stoick looking around up in the sky where the dragons are flying to. he notices y/n trying to break free from her binds as toothless frantically tries to do the same. he needs to get her out of here.  

"this isn't over!" stoick realises, turning back to the mountain. "form your ranks! hold together!"

the mountain starts to rumble, a loud, bone shattering roar echoing throughout the rocky island. it crumbles away, stoick and other viking's jumping out of the way, to avoid behind flattened. 

"get clear!"

stoick looks back as he runs, his eyes widening at the sigh of the dragon. the queen dragon: the red death. y/n lets out a shuddering breath, seeing the dragon. 

"beard of thor!" gobber exclaims, standing beside his friend. "what is that?!" the red death thrashes around, destroying the mountain as it roars loudly.

"odin, help us,"