
á𝔱𝔧á𝔫𝔡𝔦 (Eighteen)
I slam into the ground. In the middle of the crowd. All eyes were on me. At least it's night and I'm not in the sun. When I landed, the ground cracked. I stand up. I've waited a long time for this.
"I was right all along it would seem. It must hurt you father." I hiss.
I look up at him. I grab my helmet. I take it off. Toothless comes beside me. There were a series of gasps and whispers. Now I'm the center of attention.
"Hiccup! Son! Where in the name of Thor have you been?!" Stoick yells.
"Why do you care? You're the one who sent me away." I hiss.
"I never did. You just disappeared!" Stoick yells.
"Well, it sure felt like it." I say.
"Your eyes... they look..." He starts.
"Different? Yeah, I've gotten an upgrade." I say.
I'm stronger than I ever was before. I could crush a man's neck with my new fangs. I lick my lips. I can smell their blood. Everyone's blood smells. The smells fill my nose. I'm drawn to all those smells. It baffles my brain. I grip my fists. My hunger can never be satisfied, and this is a feast for me. I've got to control myself.
"I'm so glad you've returned to us!" Stoick walks forward.
I glare at him. Toothless growls. I put my hand over him. To stop him from doing something crazy.
"You think I returned willingly?" I ask.
I jump back. I look around.
"Hey Hiccup!" Snotlout walks forward.
I grab his neck and lift him up. He looks at me in a startle.
"I forgot that I owe you a painful death." I lick my lips.
I open my mouth. Just a little snack. I'm starving.
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