the dragon trappers

a/n: how did no one tell me that the actor of jon snow plays eret?? (kit harrington)

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warning: violence

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10:40 AM. THE ICE STRUCTURE

y/n looks around as she stands on top of midnight's back, the three dragon riders flying over a lush orange and brown autumn forest. at least, they were. y/n's violet eyes widen as she sits back down on midnight, seeing the barren thin tree trunks. hiccup flies infront of her with astrid behind. y/n puts her hand out, feeling the dryness of the branches, poking out, before looking back at astrid. astrid makes the same face of concern as they swerve through the forest, finding themselves at a body of water. 

and in the middle of that body of water is a large structure, made out of ice. jagged and definitely cold to the touch, y/n can tell from here. 

"wow..."

"stay close," hiccup turns back to y/n as he's on toothless, the targaryen nodding as she takes in the ice structure. 

"gaomagon aōha laesi bē," y/n says to midnight, patting her dragon's head. midnight rumbles in response, keeping her ears peeled. 

the six of them fly towards the structure, wary. as they fly, through the spaces of ice, they see that pieces of wood are crushed in with the ices as well as metal. 

"seven hells," y/n mutters. 

"what happened here?"

"shall we take up the chance that there might have been survivors?" y/n questions, looking around. y/n narrows her eyes as she sees two large footprints in the mud. midnight notices them too, whining as she flaps her wings in a hurry. "rȳbagon naejot ñuha elēni, midnight, gīda ilagon," y/n whispers, putting her hand on midnight's neck. midnight chitters, calming herself down. 

"e-easy, bud," hiccup says, setting a hand on toothless.

"guys!" astrid calls, pointing towards the new group of people on a nearby wooden platform.

"fire!"

"astrid, dīnagon!" y/n shouts, midnight pushing stormfly and astrid out of the way. the two valyrian's get hit by the net. midnight wraps her wings around y/n as they both collide into the platform. 

y/n gets on her knees immediately, taking moonlight from her back and cutting the rope. midnight screeches, setting fire to her surroundings as the men try to rush them. 

"you will let go of me and my dragon this instant," y/n states, pulling her hood down. "you will not want to infuriate her," midnight growls, baring her fangs. "or me, for that matter," the men start to crowd the girl, seeing her targaryen beauty. white hair, violet eyes. 

"a targaryen?"

"aw, lads, she's beautiful!"

"you looking for a lover, lil lady?" y/n rolls her eyes, extremely disgusted by that comment. she already has one.

"and what have we here?" y/n makes eye contact with a man with tattoos on his chin. "a targaryen, i see. i thought your lot all died?"

"you can never kill a dragon," y/n states. she holds no fear. why would she? "especially when the gods are watching,"

toothless lets out a shriek, swooping down and creating the familiar sound of a night fury, echoing though the blue skies.

"huh? is that what i think it is?" eret asks, looking up to the sky. 

"stop!" astrid shouts, stormfly lands on the platform with a hiss, looking around at the hunters. "y/n, midnight!" she goes to the run to the girls, but the trappers stop her as they hold their weapons up. "what are you doing?" she asks the trappers as hiccup gets down from toothless, taking out his flame sword as astrid picks up a large stick from the floor. she forgot to bring her axe.

"ooh!" the trappers breathe out, many eyes following hiccup's flame sword. 

"back again!" the leader says, looking at hiccup. "soil my britches," he says, seeing toothless. his eye brow raises in awe. "that is a night fury. thought they were all gone for good,"

y/n doesn't react quick enough as a man takes moonlight from her. midnight growls, the man with the tattoos, inspecting y/n properly. hiccup fidgets, astrid breathing her nostrils. 

"you're quite a beauty," the man says, turning to look at his men. "looks like our luck's had a turn for the better, lad's! a targaryen, a valyrian dragon and i don't think drago has one of those..." he points towards toothless. "in his dragon army,"

"dragon army?" astrid questions under her breath. 

"look, we don't want any trouble," hiccup states, toothless and stormfly hissing softly. "why don't you let them both go? now?"

"hah! you should have thought of that before you stole all of our dragons," the man growls, looking towards hiccup. "and blasted our fort to bits!"

"that's right!"

"yeah, look at it!"

"i do think that you must have lost a large portion of your brain," y/n starts, narrowing her eyes at the man as midnight snarls. "or at least a significant portion of it, if you think that three dragons who all hold a fire breath destroyed what you deem significant as a fort with ice,"

"maybe, it wasn't you," the man shrugs. "but it was one of your little friends,"

"wait,"

"what are you talking about?" astrid asks. 

"you think we did this?" hiccup incredulously questions, taking another step forward with narrowed eyes as he motions to the destroyed fort.

"hah!" the man laughs. "dragon trapping is hard enough work as it is without do-gooder dragon riders sneaking in to rescue them,"

"what do-gooder..." y/n sighs out, putting her hand on midnight's scales, trying to calm her best friend. there are others. there are other dragon rider besides the ones on berk. she does not want to be hopeful. however, what if one of her family members survived? what if she wasn't the last targaryen? "there are other dragon riders?" hiccup asks.

"you mean other than your thieving friend from last night? you tell me," the man replies with a glare, pointing at the two viking's with their dragons behind them. "you may have an ice-spitting dragon on your side...but we still have a quota to fill," the tattooed man moves around y/n and midnight, y/n wishing she brought her dagger with her as well. "how do you suppose we explain this mess to drago bludvist?" midnight nudges y/n, why do non targaryen people have such peculiar names? first, it's hiccup. now, it's bludvist? how silly. not does she does not love hiccup's name. it is cute. 

"drago what-fist?" hiccup scoffs, moving his shoulder. "does anything you say make sense?" astrid looks at hiccup with wide eyes and a wide mouth, shaking her head and gesturing to over y/n and midnight. y/n shakes her head, looking at astrid. it is no trouble. her boyfriend can mock this strange man all he wants. she is not being captured today. and neither is midnight.

"he's expecting a new shipment of dragons for his army by tomorrow," another man says. 

"and drago don't take well to excuses!" a different man whimpers.

"this..." the tattooed man lowers his fur shirt and reveal a branded scar. "is what he gave me the last time i showed up empty handed," astrid and hiccup look at each other, both of them disgusted. midnight snorts, smelling the burnt flesh as y/n makes no face. "he promised to be far less understanding in the future,"

"all right, look," hiccup sighs, shaking his head and raising his hands. "we don't know anything about a dragon thief, or an ice-spitting dragon or your lunatic boss and his dragon army, okay?" hiccup finishes, walking another step closer. midnight takes notice of the man's gaze as he looks up with a subtle nod, making the men above take aim and be ready to fire. "just give us back midnight and y/n, and we'll go,"

a gem from midnight's scales drops, y/n taking it in her hands and cutting the woven rope with it, quickly and carefully. 

"you unpredictable, hostile person that we thankfully, have never had the pleasure of meeting before this very moment," y/n states loud enough for everyone to hear. hiccup chuckles as astrid lets out a laugh. 

"oh, where are my manners?" he chuckles, looking around. "i'm eret...son of eret," eret reaches for the dagger behind is back slowly. toothless' ears twitch as he listens to net rope ripping. "finest dragon trapper alive," midnight ruffles her wings, her and y/n making eye contact. 

"yeah,"

"after all..." he points the dagger at hiccup, astrid, stormfly and toothless after he swung it around. "it's not just anyone who can capture a night fury, a targaryen and a valyrian dragon, all on the same day,"

midnight breaks free from the ropes, y/n kicking the person who stole her pairing sword in the face and taking her sword back. 

toothless snarls, his wings ready for anything. 

"this is midnight and this is toothless," hiccup states, motioning to both dark coloured dragons. "they say we're going. now,"

"hah!" eret lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "they all say that. rush 'em, lads!"

toothless fires a blast at the ice above eret, causing him to yelp before dodging by falling to the side. y/n swipes her sword at someone, getting on top of midnight's back. 

"i do think we should be making haste!" y/n shouts, astrid getting on stormfly. hiccup gets on toothless, the three of the flying up off from the broken fort. 

eret pants heavily as he rises to his feet, watching them fly off. 

"you will never hold on to those dragons, you hear me?" he shouts, aiming his sword towards their flying backs. "drago's coming for them all!" y/n narrows her violet eyes, looking back at the fort. this is not the end.