I Am Dragonblood: The Grim Beast {Book Four}

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OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO THATS HOW DRAGO GOT HIS BEWILDERBEAST!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh wow..... poor Grim

 

Is drago a Bewilderbeast too??

No..

wait

Foreverwing??

Red Death??

Some other dragon that I dont know???

 

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100th post!!! XD

I said in book two what Drago is... But only in passing XD

He's a Screaming Death, because he screams a lot.. XD

 

Great gif!

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So the truth comes out, I was looking forward to seeing how you'd do that and I wasn't disappointed ^^. I guess you could say you really tied some good knots on this chapter xD

 

Can't wait to read more! :D

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*holds up rope with many knots* that enough? XD

 

Ty! Tbh, I can't even remember what I wrote XD *goes back and has a look* ahh

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Chapter Nine - Orders

A month had passed, yet it felt like a year.

    He was in dragon form, his massive paws sweeping the water like a dragon's wings. Around his tusks were thick metal manacles, designed specifically for holding him prisoner, with chains the size of small tree trunks trailing from them to the main ship above. 

    Drago, with the help of the rattling seed pods on the end of his staff, had forced Grimmel to pull the ship. He knew the Alpha could be rid of him a easy as a bird ate a grub, and the thought had spurred him on to accept defeat. He was angry about it for sure, but with the situation he was in, he could see no way of avoiding it. 

    His spirits down to the lowest they had ever been, he could see no way out of the torture, the cage he'd been imprisoned in. He seemed to have lost everything he'd held dear, or close, at least. His ship and Deathgrippers had been taken by Drago, Grimmel himself had been taken by him. His freedom had been enslaved, his dreams captured, his mission evaporated and his children...

    He shook his head, making the chains rattle against the vibrations of Drago's staff banging on them. He mustn't think of those two. They had chosen to stay behind, in Cymru, and he didn't need to worry about them now. Myth was a Hunter, he could survive, and Arianwen was with him to keep him company. 

    A specific thump on the chain brought him back to reality, the vibrations thrumming through his skull and making him dizzy. He halted and let the ship drift a little way before he leaned all of his weight against it, paws pressed on the barnacled surface. A metal laden vessel like this was hard to stop without some opposing force. 

    With the boat stopped and the anchor dropped, Grimmel Shifted to hybrid form and swam to the surface. He spotted the metal ladder embedded in the side of the ship and grabbed ahold of it, gripping the wet rust as the waves tried to claw him back down. He climbed up and poked his head over the gunwale, instantly regretting it as a bullhook caught his hood and dragged him onto the deck. He shook his head, spraying droplets of water from his hair, and looked up at Drago from his kneeling position. 'What have you dragged me up her for, Master?'

    Drago growled and Grimmel shrank back little, a phantom in the shadows. 'The scouts have found a nest and I want you to take me there. It is northwest from here. A volcanic island surrounded by fog, so it should not be too hard to miss.'

    Grimmel's breath caught in his throat. That was Cendane's island, her fortress of rock and lava. If the Dragon Master had found a way though her defences, then her island stood no hope of surviving. He looked at the sturdy, powerful catapults in despair, knowing they could blast a boulder through granite. 'But the ships will not be able to pass through the rocks there, there are too many and they are too sharp,' Grimmel reasoned, hoping he could change Drago's mind. 'The ships will be smashed to splinters.'

    Drago's gaze became intense, penetrating him to his soul. 'You've been there?'

    Grimmel didn't reply, afraid he'd say something revealing. 

    'I'll take that as a yes,' Drago muttered. A manic gleam entered his reddish eyes, his scar twisted skin rippling around a smile. 'Take me there. Now.'

    Grimmel stayed where he was, trying to keep his heart rate normal as unwanted fear rose in his throat. 

    'I said,' Drago snarled. 'Take me there!' The staff came down and banged on the deck, seed pods that sounded so sinisterly similar to his Bewilderbeast control rattling. 

    Adrenalin rushed through him in a wave and Grimmel sprang over the side of the boat, not even bothering to take a run up. He Shifted halfway down and smashed into the ocean, sending up a huge white water wave. With a reluctant heave he raised his head above the water so Drago's men could attach the massive chains, feeling the gaze of the Alpha on him. As soon as he could he dove under again, jerking the ship forwards with a tug. He turned west and began swimming with strong sweeps of his paws, hoping Drago would not notice the slight change in direction. If he could just miss Cendane's island by a few miles he might be able to keep the Master away. 

    Thwang!

    He felt the chains vibrate through his tusks, making his eyesight fuzz and his teeth ache. He hadn't been lucky enough to escape attention. 

    With a resigned sigh that sent a wave rolling ahead he turned northwest, going as slow as he could while still maintaining a Master pleasing speed. 

    Please, he thought, hoping some God he'd never believed in before would here him. Let something happen so that we do not reach the island. 

 

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FIRST! FINALLY

Gosh it's been ages since I've been on. This is so good! Imagine how angry he's going to be when he gets there and sees Cendane's burned-up carcass....

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*gives Ness a meddle* well done!

Ty :D that's if he ever gets there... Mwhahaha XD

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*EXPLOSIONS* O___________O

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Wow nice chapter! I cant wait to see what happens next!!!!!! :D

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Chapter Ten - Death

Had it been days? Weeks? Months? Not months, surely. It didn't take that long to reach Cendane's island, even at a slow pace. Weeks seemed unrealistic too, though one week could be correct. 
    They were still not near their destination, as far as Grimmel could tell in his trancelike state. He'd given up trying to steer the ship away and just gone into a dull, mindless swim, thinking it would make the time pass quicker. His teeth ached, his head ached, even his tusks ached from the chains, making it hard for him stay in his trance. And now to add to the distractions he could hear dragons screeching from above. 
    After a few moments his brain clicked that it was unusual for there to be screeches and shouts. He looked up and saw a cloudy, rippling image of a flock of hundreds of dragons, colours blurred through the water. He slowed, curious, and felt the hull of the ship bump against his back. What was happening up there? Why so many dragons?
    Drago banged on the chains twice, calling Grimmel to the surface. As the chains were taken off the Dragon Master ordered him to take control of the flock, the manic gleam that occasionally appeared back in his eyes. 
    Grimmel called out with his clicking, rattling, controlling sound, watching the colourful array of reptiles become compliant. A complicated series of clicks later he had sent them down to the ships and into the waiting cages, feeling a little sympathy for them. He knew what it was like to be trapped. 
    That done, he sank back down into the ocean, but not before he saw Drago yelling at a mob of guards on another ship. He Shifted to his hybrid form, feeling odd in his human shape after so long as a dragon, and climbed up the rusty, untrustworthy ladder. Peering over he could so no Drago, only a handful of guards, but he could smell the Dragon Master. The scent of an enraged Alpha pervaded even the metal he stood on. 
    Grimmel swung himself over and ran lightly to one of the cages, rather unwisely leaning on the crosshatch bars as he studied the Monstrous Nightmare and Scuttleclaw inside. 
    ‘Sorry about controlling you there, the Alpha commanded me,’ Grimmel apologised, trying to sound meaningful. 
    Both dragons stared at him, their bodies tense and eyes narrowed. 
    ‘I would like to know why you, and your flock, are travelling? Are you searching for something?’ He glanced at the guards standing stiffly a little way away. As far as he knew those ones didn't know he was a Dragonblood, and heck knows what they'd do to him if they saw him speaking Dragontongue. 
    ‘You're right, we are searching,’ the Scuttleclaw said warily. ‘We are looking for a new place to live.’
    The Monstrous Nightmare spoke before he could ask why. ‘Our Queen was k.illed, we could do nothing to save Cendane.’
    Time seemed to stall for a second, his brain refusing to comprehend what the Nightmare had just said. Surely this wasn't true? His mother, the Queen, the Red Death, dead? It was impossible! She had always been so mighty, so strong, so reliable. Her command was law, not even Drago in his Screaming Death form would have questioned her. 
    But then, she had been getting weaker, the life of living inside a volcano taking its toll. Dragons had broken free from her grasp, including  the two Night Furies, and she had been unable to control her flock like she had done years before.
    It was possible, then, that she was dead. 
    ‘What k.illed her?’ He growled, unbelieving. 
    The Nightmare shrank back, curling its tail around its legs. ‘A Night Fury and a boy.’
    Grimmel drew in a deep breath. Anger wouldn't help now, but it was hard, so hard to keep it leashed. ‘Where are they? Where did they come from?’
    The two caged dragons looked at each other and pressed against the bars furthest from the Dragonblood. ‘I don't know,’ they said at the same time. 
    Grimmel snarled, gaining odd looks from the guards. He turned away from the two harbingers of death, sliding down the dragon proof metal to crouch on the floor, staring at his clasped hands. He should have been there to protect her, not gallivanting against his will. He should have slain the Fury when he had the chance, checked that the arrow had done its job. He should have just been there... 
    But now it was too late, if this was all true. 
    He heard and felt heavy footsteps approaching, their tread all to familiar to him now, and stood up to find a spearpoint in his face. He looked along the sharp edge to Drago's face, those despised eyes glaring into him. 
    ‘What're you doing up here?’ Drago growled. ‘I told you to take me to the nest!’
    ‘There's no point,’ Grimmel said, his face a mask. ‘The Queen is dead. These dragons are all from the nest.’
    ‘All of them?’
    ‘Yes, all of them.’
    Drago narrowed his eyes, still holding the bullhook in Grimmel's face. ‘I don't believe you,’ he said. 
    Neither do I, Grimmel thought. He swept a hand out, indicating the cowering Monstrous Nightmare and Scuttleclaw in the cage. ‘Ask them.’
    The Dragon Master gave him a hard look and ordered him to return to the water. Grimmel did so, feeling nothing as he gazed at the many caged dragons, some of which he recognised. 
    Only five minutes later guards hauled the chains across the deck and clipped them to the manacles on his tusks. He looked at them in distaste. So small and human they were, so weak when lifting the chains, so scared when he directed his gaze on them. It was a wonder Drago could stand them. 
    As if in answer to his name a thrum ran down the metal links. Grimmel turned the main ship and tugged it forwards, swimming mightily southeast, away from the island.
    Away from his mother for perhaps the last time.

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You're really mean to Grimmel! I have to say, I don't feel sorry for such a horrible person. But he's had a hard life.

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I am, aren't I? XD 

I blame Tilf o_o

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Chapter Eleven - Newcomers

It had been so, so long since he'd been enslaved by Drago. Years had passed, how many, he had no idea. Every day was monotonous, every week, every month, the same thing over and over. Pull the ship, get screamed at, find food, which was usually fish, and continue pulling the ship. It was driving him mad. 
    In that time he'd had time to think, which in his opinion was a bad thing, because it had led him to thoughts of his family. Cendane, in her volcanic mountain, now lying dead on its shores like a mountain herself. So strong she had been, so strong as the sea. Even when he had been ordered around by her he still felt a deep connection to her. She was much like Arianwen in the sense of strongness. The Light Fury, once she'd set her mind on something, would never give up until the end. He remembered when he had used to watch her and Myth playing hide and seek in the woods or tall grass. Myth would always win, but, no matter if it took hours, Arianwen would find him. He'd tried to persuade her many times to give up, it was just a game after all, but her stubbornness prevailed every time. 
    His thoughts, like a piece of seaweed on the currents, drifted to his partner. She was the most stubborn person he had ever met. Never did he get his way if she didn't like it. She would hook her red hair behind her ears and say "absolutely not", a glint in her eyes telling him she meant it. 
    He sighed, fish that had swam too close to him being knocked out by the sudden water wall. He'd left his youngest behind, the white haired infant who was only three. Well, he thought. She's probably thirteen by now. 
    A tinge of sadness swept through him, all that he'd lost playing on his mind. He quickly squashed it, though. There was no point thinking of the past, it was gone now, nothing he did could change it. 
    Like a fish darting away from the jaws of a shark, his mind turned to escape. If he could just get to his ship, which he knew was at the back of the convoy being used for storage, and the Deathgrippers who were caged like the other dragons, he could get away. 
    But, he thought. I've tried before. Many times. Every time he'd tried to reach his boat or dragons, by whatever means, he'd always been caught. He had tried going underwater, over the decks and even riding one of the captured dragons, which had really not been a good idea. 
    He could just swim away when the chains were released, but then he'd be leaving behind all he had. He didn't know where he'd go or what he'd do. He needed his ship. 
    On he swam, on and on, until the double thump on the chains told him to stop. By now he had a constant headache, burning like a hot coal behind his eyes. He didn't dare tell Drago that he should stop banging in the chains, the Alpha was riled enough as it was. 
    They stayed in one spot for a week, the icy surroundings perturbing any trespassers. There was a hum of activity among the crew, a sense of preparation. Grimmel had no idea what was happening, having spent most of his time underwater, and no one bothered to tell him anything. In the times he was unchained, which was more often now that they'd halted, he wandered around on the ships to try and glean any information he could. Luck was not on his side, and he found out nothing of use. 
    On a particularly cold day he heard muffled shouts and felt the thump of feet on the main ship. He rose to the surface and Shifted, gasping in the freezing air and almost choking on the salty water. He'd always found the transition from breathing water to air, and vice versa, difficult. He climbed up on deck and quietly followed the noise, hiding like a shadow behind a stack of crates. Peering round, he saw Drago with his back to him and five people, one of whom was Eret, in front of him. The two shorter men he could see looked like they were about to faint any moment, whereas the female almost matched Drago's intense expression. Behind these newcomers were dragons, three if he could count correctly, slowly waking from a drugged sleep. The orange Monstrous Nightmare was the first to recover, waking surprisingly fast. Grimmel cringed back behind his hiding spot, sensing the flame before it came. Even from six yards with a wall of wood between him and it he could feel the heat as it washed over Drago, flickering and licking over the dragon skin cape. Even though he'd seen this happen before, last time with a Sentinel, he still hoped it would burn the Master. 
    ‘Obey me!’ Drago roared as the flame ceased. The Nightmare flinched and growled, drawing in a breath to spew more fire. ‘Obey. Me!’ He snarled again, whacking his staff on the deck. The dragon lowered its head, fear of the Dragon Master clear in its eyes. 
    In triumph Drago placed his foot on the orange dragons snout, pressing down hard. ‘You are mine now, dragon,’ he growled. 
    ‘And as an added bonus,’ Eret said, trying to get back on track. ‘I also caught you their riders. No extra charge.’
    Riders? Grimmel thought. This could be interesting. 
    Drago caught Eret by the throat, his intense gaze drilling into the other Dragonblood. Grimmel looked behind the scene, searching for a Night Fury among the dragons, then turned his attention to a blonde Viking. 
    ‘He will blast through here on his Night Fury and blow your entire fleet of ships to splinters!’ She all but yelled, making Drago drop the Hunter. 
    He leant forwards, memorising the faces of the Vikings. Was it the Fury that had defeated his mother?
    ‘Stop all preparations!’ Drago roared. Grimmel jumped back as the Master his way, his heart hammering at almost being seen. ‘We must attack the riders' nest at once!’
    Is that what they've been preparing for? 
    Drago glared at the crates, not seeing them. ‘We will take down their Alpha...’
    Grimmel heard the heavy footsteps and scrambled away, leaping over the gunwale. He clung to the ladder and took a breath, calming himself before beginning to climb up again. 
    ‘Grimmel,’ Drago growled. 
    He shut his eyes for a moment, hoping his eavesdropping hadn't been discovered. ‘Master.’
    ‘I have a job for you.’

    The Bewilderbeast Dragonblood looked up at the Dragon Master, his gaze steady and his heartbeat returned to normal. 
    ‘I have found the riders' nest and we attack it tomorrow,’ Drago said. ‘I want you too defeat the Alpha.’
    That would make me Alpha,
Grimmel thought. If he became Alpha, then he would no longer be tied to the Screaming Death Dragonblood and he could make an escape. ‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I'll do it.’
    Drago grinned. ‘Good,’ he grunted, turning away.

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Except that doesnt happen...Drago, what have you started!??!

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.....hoo boy...... O_O

I gotta agree with the Dragoness on that one....

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Chapter Twelve - Alpha

He waited below the surface, breathing slowly so he wouldn't disturb the skin of the water. He could feel the vibrations of the ships and the catapults rippling through the water, hear the faint shouts and roars of the battle and the crashing of falling ice. He wished he didn't have to be there, wished he could be away on his ship, far from the madman controlling him, but the allure of being Alpha was too much and the failed attempts at escape proved otherwise. And besides, he had a plan. 
    Drago screamed for him from above, sounding as if his throat was as raw as an open wound. Grimmel sucked in a gulp of water and propelled himself up from the seabed, bursting through the surface like lava from a volcano. He roared to make his presence known and smashed his tusks into the water, spraying droplets into his eyes. 
    ‘Take down the Alpha!’ Drago screamed up at him from among shards of blue ice. Grimmel blinked the water from his eyes, looking around at the spikes of ice so recognisable to him. He knew why Drago wanted him to defeat the Alpha now, because the Alpha was a Bewilderbeast, too. 
    He set his icy eyes on the the dragon he was meant to defeat and his dragon instincts flared. It was a Bewilderbeast slightly bigger than him, whiter and with a fierce, protective glint in his gaze. Grimmel growled and hauled himself from the ocean, ice and stone crunching under his paws like peas under the hooves of a horse. It was his time to become Alpha now, his time to be free. It was time to avenge his mother in any way he could. 
    ‘I challenge you!’ Grimmel roared, thwacking his tail on the ground. 
    ‘Accepted,’ the Alpha growled, its voice rough and low. 
    A snarl later and they collided, each trying to force the other to the ground. Back and forth they wrestled, two mighty creatures evenly matched. In all his life he'd never met something so strong, so determined. The fight with Drago seemed like hatchling's game compared with this beast'a wrath. 
    Grimmel reared up and headbutted the other dragon, doing nothing for his headache but forcing the Alpha off balance. He rammed it on the side of its neck and pushed it over, feeling like he was pushing against a thousand year old oak in human form. The white Bewilderbeast groaned and struggled to get its feet under it, the ice and gravel slipping from under its paws. 
    Grimmel took his chance and stabbed his sharp tusks into the exposed white underbelly, hating the feeling but feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at the outlet for his anger. ‘That is for Cendane,’ he hissed. 
    The blue, dying gaze of the Alpha stared up at him, its breathing quickening. ‘Grimmel?’ It breathed.
    A flash of memory flickered through his mind and he gasped. A white haired man, blue eyes, a deep, rough voice, memories from his childhood surfacing like turtles searching for air. ‘Father?’ He whispered. Surely not. His father had been missing since he was four, vanished with the full moon. He had hardly any memories of him, but the voice, the deep voice, the same one as the Alpha, had stayed with him. 
    The Bewilderbeast smiled faintly and closed his eyes. 
    ‘Father!’ He couldn't lose him now, he'd only just found him... And he was the one who'd stabbed him. ‘No, please...’ He withdrew his tusks, trying not to look at the crimson stains on them. 
    ‘Do me proud, son,’ the Alpha said, sighing. His body went limp and he let out a small groan, so pathetic sounding coming from such a magnificent beast. 
    ‘Father... No...’ Grimmel whispered, so faint he could hardly hear himself. He'd done this. He'd k.illed his own father. What had he done to deserve this life? Why did everything have to end in death? Why him?
    What have I done?
    What am I?

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Nuuuuu!

I loved that bewilderbeast :'-( NUUUUUUUuuuuuu!

 

Just caught up to everything... got me again, Flitt! I wasn't expecting the White Bewilderbeast to be his father o.O but... it kinda makes sense... can't be too many of those wandering around the archipelago.

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Plot twists are very twisty.

Grimmel, whyyyyy???  But that was a very interesting plot twist o-O >-> 

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*Visable Shock* O>O

WHAT?! O MY GOSH WOW He killed his own father?! :O

You are so mean to Grimmel Flitt! ;-;

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Heh, I am an evil writer XD

I just thought: white Bewilderbeast. Grimmel Bewilderbeast. That works XD

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"It is only logical." -Spock

In the words of my favorite alien ever xD

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WHAT??????? That...but...why....    NO

So let me get this straight:

-Grimmel's dad, king of dragons, took off when he was four. It was to protect others, I'm assuming, but still.

-Cendane, Grimmel's mom, was a ruthless ruler who rarely showed affection and ordered him to go kill dragons

-Grimmel left his wife and child (don't think I've forgotten that, btw, I still want to know what happened to the wee babby) and basically kidnapped Arianwen and Myth

....So my question is...

Who wins the Worst Parent of the Year Award?

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Personally, I think it was Cendane...If she was a better mom, Grimmel probably wouldn't have turned out the way he did....even with his dad gone... :I

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Hooky is right, probably Cendane XD

(The wee baby... Hmmm XD)

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Chapter Thirteen - Father

Sorry for the short chapters recently, I've been busy with college and I have so many ideas for other stories that my brain doesn't want to stick in one place for long XD

 

A chorus of  moans entered his ears, dragging him from his dark thoughts. Riders and dragons stared at the fallen Alpha in dismay, quiet against the background noise of battle. 
    He felt more than saw Drago glaring at him and he hastily roared to the dragons, incorporating the thrumming click to control them. He was not free of the Dragon Master yet, but he would be, soon. 
    ‘We've won!’ Drago crowed, his yellowed teeth showing from beneath his lips like the fangs of a wolf. ‘Now finish her!’ He jabbed his staff in the direction of the Stormcutter rider, the wild, menacing gleam sparking in his eyes again. Why? Grimmel thought bitterly. He'd already defeated the Alpha, so why now the woman? But he dared not ask, not with so many of Drago's guards around armed with spears. 
    As ordered he spewed ice at the dragon and rider, the water he'd gulped from the sea now freezing on contact with oxygen. It caught the dragon's finned tail in a ball of frozen liquid, dragging it down as it flapped frantically to stay airborne. 
    It was then that he noticed the Night Fury almost in front of him. How he hadn't seen it before he didn't know, but now that he had the hackles on the back of his head rose. He felt sure that this was the fury he'd been searching for ten years ago, the one that had taken down Cendane. And the boy on its back, or young man really, must be the one that had helped it.
    ‘Hiccup,’ Grimmel muttered. What a name to bestow upon a child, and a Dragonblood at that. 
    Black wings grew from Hiccup's back and the Fury dove down, the red tail fin, which appeared to be fake, flipping a little in the wind. Grimmel watched them intently as they landed by Drago, the young man swinging off the dragon's back and approaching the Dragon Master. 
    Brave boy, Grimmel thought. But foolish. 
    ‘Come!’
Drago roared. ‘Take ahold of him!’ He pointed at Hiccup with his staff, the tip of the blade trembling with anticipation and adrenalin. Grimmel came forwards with a smile on his lips. At last, the Fury was in his grasp, and a Fury Dragonblood was was thrown in as a bonus. He focused almost all of his attention on the boy, a low level of click he'd found worked especially well on Dragonbloods, thanks to Eret, worming its way into his mind. With a little effort he got the youngster to Shift and then, using a slightly different click, he had full control. He forced the Dragonblood to turn on the red tailed Fury, vaguely realising that this was what he had just done, albeit without knowing. 
    A click later and the Dragonblood was stalking towards his dragon, a blast building in the back of his throat. Grimmel smiled grimly, catching the look of glee on Drago's face from the corner of his eye. For once the Master and himself had a common goal. 
    But then... The Fury was the boy's friend...
    As Hiccup let loose the powerful plasma blast that had been building a bear of a man leapt in front of the dragon, taking the fire full on. Grimmel felt a strange, momentary relief that he'd not just made the boy kill his friend, before hatred for the Fury flooded back. How could he feel compassion for such a thing? It deserved to hidefor what it had done to Cendane. 
    He released Hiccup from his control and the Night Fury Dragonblood Shifted to his human form, a slim, brown haired young man who looked as if he couldn't lift a shield without falling over. He gasped and ran to the person he'd shot, shoving shards of ice from the still body. 
    ‘Dad...’ Grimmel heard him mutter as the Stormcutter rider crouched beside him. ‘I did this.’
    The world seemed to stop around him as he watched Hiccup run away, the metal leg squeaking irritably. He had made the boy do what he'd done. Exactly what he'd done.

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*LE GASP!* 8O

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WOAH! I mean I knew it was gonna happen but I didnt make the son k.ill father connection until just now.

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*sniffsniff* I smell a witch >-> Excellinor?

"History repeats itself...history keeps on repeating itself..."
BUT WHY DOES EVERYBODY HAVE TO DIE??? DX I mean, I am SUCH a hypocrite, I love killing off main characters, BUT IT'S NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU TO CHANGE!!! D'8>

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I don't think there's going to be any more dy.ing... I think

 

Sorry Grimmel

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Squishy: *passes out on the floor*

You think? Ohh...how reassuring -_- *squints suspiciouly at*

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*gets out defibrillator* >:D

*joins squinting* >-> You gonna kill Grimmel now, Flitt?

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Exactly <_< *intense squinting intensifies* 8D

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Never knew a brain could squiggle...

I can tell you this: I'm not going to kill Grimmel (we can say kill now?) XD

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Chapter Fourteen - Iced Fury

Grimmel glared at the Dragon Master with an icy hatred as he was ordered to freeze the village of Berk. He had already taken the dragons, so why now freeze an entire isle? All those people down there, so like his own village from when he was small, innocent lives being extinguished for no reason. 
    He shook his head of those thoughts. What was he thinking? Those people had been harbouring the Night Fury for years, befriending dragons and thinking they could live peacefully with the reptiles by their side. They were guilty of a Vikings greatest crime; allying with the enemy. 
    Grimmel had seen what they could do without a leader, without direction, and he, the son of an Alpha, would amend that. 

***

What was I thinking? He asked himself again. He no longer seemed to know what to think, after long years of nothing his mind did not seem to want to work. 
    Spikes of ice protruded as if grown from the ground, cold and grim. Seafront huts were now kindling, the people from them standing in bewilderment a little way from them, staring up at the Bewilderbeast with the shadow of fear in their eyes. He'd done this to them, he'd destroyed their home, he was responsible for all this. 
    And he knew why, even though he denied it. Being Alpha had gone to his head, the power over dragons so thrilling and exciting it had clouded his mind. So many lives today gone, forever, all thanks to him. 
    No more death. 
    Except for the furies... And Drago.
    Above the clamour of wingbeats Grimmel heard whoops and squawks. The latter were human alright, even though some sounded a tad feral, and the former was that of free dragons. He'd thought he'd taken all the dragons from the Sanctuary and Berk, but apparently not. 
    A young purple Scuttleclaw flapped into his view, ignoring his attempts to control it and carrying the Fury's boy on its back. Grimmel growled deep in his throat, but Hiccup ignored him and instead focused on Toothless, who he had taken control of after Hiccup had run away. On the dragon's back sat Drago, staff in hand and a laugh rattling his voice. 
    Hiccup held out his hand to Toothless, a pleading look in his green eyes. ‘Come back to me,’ he whispered. 
    Grimmel lessened his control for a moment, just to see the hope flicker on the Dragonblood's face, before laying it on even stronger. This Fury would not escape him now, not like Madock had done. 
    ‘My friend...’ Hiccup murmured, desperation edging his voice. 
    Friend... He'd never had a friend, no one he could spend time with except for his partner, children or mother. But they were family, different from friends. And besides, they were gone now, either dead or left behind so many years ago. 
    ‘Yes!’
    What? He thought, refocusing on his surroundings after the moments of thought. The Night Fury had broken free in his lapse of concentration and had thrown Drago off. Don't blame him, Grimmel thought, Drago must have been quite a burden for a small dragon. 
    The Dragon Master stabbed his hooked staff into Grimmel's tusk like an icepick, climbing to the top of his head and roaring to him to fight. The Bewilderbeast ignored him like he would a buzzing fly, instead following the flight of the Fury with his eyes. 
    Toothless swooped around, Hiccup on his back, and headed straight towards him. Catching on to their intention Grimmel stayed as still as was possible for a leviathan his size, a small smile creasing his scales. 
    He felt the fire scorch his pale hide, the burning only a faint sensation through his thick skin. Drago screamed and was flung from his mount to the ground far below, the air surely being knocked from his lungs. 
    Grimmel's smile turned to a grin as he whipped his finned tail up to whack the dragon and rider. He knew the Dragonblood wouldn't be able to control his flight with a flightsuit well, and the dragon would follow him like the loyal lizard he was. 
    His grin dropped when he saw both of his targets land beside Drago. He'd missed! Yet again! With a growl he prepared to blast them into icy oblivion, the coldness building inside him not only that of the ice. 
    Hiccup turned and the ice smothered him and the dragon, the sea water becoming solid in seconds. 
    Finally, he'd done it. 
    His revenge had been taken.

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Ooooofffff poor lil Hikke! I still don't feel sorry for Grimmel, but at least some of his motivations kinda make sense. (I would looovveee to see a one shot of him trying to deal with scuttleclaw babies in dragon form, though XD YOU CANT DO ANYTHING THEY ARE IMMUUNNNNEEE!!!)

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Ice ice furies

Ooohhh, that would be fun XD

 

Grimmel: *concentrating on baby Scuttleclaw with all his might.*

Scuttleclaw: *chasing its tail*

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Ice that little fishbone. Iccceee him! xD

 

Hmmmm almost to the year between, when dear sweet Grimmel finally snaps xD

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Chapter Fifteen - Alpha to Alpha

Grimmel gazed down at Drago, who was oblivious to the giant dragon's scorching glare. His mind whirled with the options of what he could do to the Dragon Master. Slow freezing, caging him, leaving him in the middle of the ocean, the choices were endless. He settled on selling him out to the hunters, a fitting fate for what he'd done to Grimmel. It shouldn't be too difficult to get him into Screaming Death form; just annoy him when it was almost full moon and then capture him with one of his own cages, easy. 
    So lost in torturous thoughts was he that he almost didn't see the blue glow coming from the ice, it was only the shriek which he thought he'd never hear again that alerted him something was not as it should be.
    Ice shattered, flying like javelins in all directions from the block of ice that had been smothering Hiccup and the Fury, and a black, catlike dragon was revealed. Toothless roared his anger and leapt onto a spike of ice, his spines glowing a neon blue and claws sliding on the slippery surface. ‘No one hurts my friends!’ He snarled, wings held stiffly. ‘You are not fit to be Alpha.’
    Grimmel rose up on his hind legs so he towered over the isle, almost like a wave about to come crashing down. ‘You challenge me?’
    Toothless snorted, smoke trailing into the air. ‘Yes.’ He let loose a blue blast, powerful enough to sear trees from the ground, and it hit him right at the base if his tusk.
    The Bewilderbeast growled and smashed the ice spike the Night Fury was perched on, knowing he couldn't fly without his rider. The Fury leapt back and onto another spike, firing again as he landed and hitting Grimmel under his eye. 
    Rawk! A blue and yellow Nadder swooped past him, acting of its own will. He tried to take control of it again but with plasma blast after plasma blast taking its toll he could not, his concentration slowly slipping away.
    Now, with double the amount of fire barraging him, his concentration dropped even more. He could not maintain a consistent click, the spikes that thrummed and amplified it having a hard time in the fire. More dragons whirled past, joining the Fury's rebellion and turning on their Alpha. 
    Drago hooked his staff onto Grimmel's tusk and clambered up, much like beetle scaling a bison. ‘Fight back!’ He screamed as he hid behind one of the Alpha's head spikes.
    ‘What do you think I'm doing?!’ Grimmel growled, wanting to shake the Dragonblood off like he was a beetle. Through the smoke he saw Hiccup leap onto the Night Fury's back, their green gazes boring into him like a hot stone dropped in butter. 
    ‘Now do you get it?’ Hiccup said, a slight snarl in his voice.
    Toothless growled, his lips pulled back, showing sharp teeth. ‘Get ready,’ he hissed to the flock of dragons behind him. ‘Wait for it...’
    Grimmel saw what was going to happen and shut his eyes, bowing his head so Drago was at the forefront. Fire scorched his skin at the Night Fury's command, the sound of the blasts so loud that it drowned out whatever the Dragon Master was screaming. Even for him, the Alpha and King, this was a lot to take.
    Then came the Fury's blast, more powerful than any he'd felt before. It streaked through the smoke and fire and exploded against the base of his left tusk, cracking the salt encrusted tooth right through. Pain shot into his jaw and he roared in anger, his head suddenly unbalanced  as the tusk fell away into the shards of blue ice and frozen ground. 
    ‘By command of the Alpha,’ Toothless shrieked, wings half spread. ‘I order you to leave and never return!’
    The Bewilderbeast growled, glaring down at the Fury that had brought about so much grief. ‘I will be back for you, Fury!’ He snarled, and dove into the ocean with the Dragonblood still clinging to one of his head spikes, the cold water matching his icy eyes.

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AHHH TOOTHIE RETURNS

Yayyy! Fight fight fight! Go Toothie and Hikke! Grimmel, you and Drago are getting what you deserve!
Ooohhhhh hang on. Hiccup is in human form--he can't understand Grimmel. So does that mean Toothless knew Grimmel would be back but didnt tell Hiccup?

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TOOTHMASTER!

Yea, it does mean that. He didn't want to worry Hiccup, plus he wasn't sure if it was an empty threat of not. (He also didn't know it was Grimmel)

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*dusts off Theorizing Crown and places it atop head*

YARS CALLED IT!!! 8D
I just thought of something. So in the movie Drago's bewliderbeast joins in the 'king roar' in the Hidden World. Did you take that part out in your fanfic or did it mean something else?

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Hmm, good question. Idk XD

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Grimmel:

 

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Also Grimmel:

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X'D

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Chapter Sixteen - Hidden, Enter, Plan

It looked so pathetic and small there, wriggling and squirming in the ocean, that he couldn't believe he'd ever been afraid of it. The dull white Screaming Death struggled to keep its head above the waterline, having no wings hindering its attempts greatly. 
    ‘I am your master!’ Drago spluttered, saltwater spilling through the gaps between his teeth. ‘Obey me!’
    Grimmel simply swept a wave over him with his tail as he turned, treading the deep water and towing his ship by the chains that were by now rusting. He'd gone back to the Dragon Master's armada after his defeat, which was anchored a couple of miles out from Berk, and had found his ship and tied Drago to it. None of the guards had stopped him, in fact two of them had even helped him search for his dragons, teaching him the language of Cymru as they examined each and every ship. 
    ‘Grimmel!’ Drago yelled, half choking on seawater. 
    The Bewilderbeast ignored him, hauling the boat with the Deathgrippers in the hold along behind him. He was setting out for a place he'd only heard rumours of, a place where dragons where supposedly safe. If he could find this hidden world then, if he could get in there, he'd have a whole Wearle of dragons under his control. A whole flock to be Alpha of, with no Drago ruling over him. 
    Without even a glance back he swam, wings slicing through the water and waves crashing against the hull of the ship above. It would take a long time, he knew. But he was determined to reach his destination. 
    It took days, the hours dragging out as if they would never end. All he wanted to do was rest and recuperate, alone in the cabin of his vessel. But he couldn't, not yet anyway. He had a dragon sanctuary to find and a boat's sail to fix before he could even think of doing something like that. 
    It was lucky that in dragon form he had a heightened sense of hearing, otherwise he would have missed the roaring of falling water in the distance. He anchored his ship and gave the Deathgrippers an extra dose of venom to keep them in place before he swam to the edge of a giant chasm in the otherwise flat expanse of ocean, scrambling onto the rocky outcrops and looking down into the dark sinkhole. He couldn't get down there, not without being bashed to pieces on the sharp stones. And who knows what was in the dark pit below. 
    He sank down through the water and followed the rock down to the seabed, his eyes wide to discern the details in the dimness. There were deep crevices in the wall of stone, wide enough for a Terrible Terror to slip into but nowhere near large enough for a Bewilderbeast, even in hybrid form he would not be able to get in them. He swam on around the rocks, using touch just as much his sight, searching for a tunnel or a cave or a shaft of some kind. 
    It must have been an hour or more later when he eventually found a tunnel wide enough for him to fit into. He Shifted to hybrid form, breathing in the cold water as if it were air, and swam to the crack in the stone. Small fish darted out of his way, startled to the fact that there was a person down in their world. One slapped him in the face as if to warn him away, but he just growled at it and waded through the seaweed clinging to the seabed floor. 
    The tunnel was almost pitch black, the dim light from the the ocean outside not enough even for his sharp eyesight. He felt his way through and found the tunnel widened, becoming large enough for a Boneknapper to pass through without scraping its horns. Light filtered in from the end of the shaft, a strange multicoloured glow he'd never seen before. 
    He kicked out from the dark tunnel and swam to the surface of a pool of water, the rippling liquid around him illuminated by a turquoise light. He choked as air entered his waterlogged lungs, forgetting that the transition from world of water to world of air could be bad. 
    Coughing subsided, he Shifted to dragon form for a better look around.  From his higher vantage point he could see pillars of glowing rock and cavern walls of the same substance, fungi the size of yaks growing and glowing at the bases of them. Water gushed from cracks in the walls, sparkling like it was made up of thousands of bluish crystals, and cascaded down into pools much like the one he was in. 
    He hauled himself up onto the edge of the pool, tracing the outline of the massive white crystal hanging in the centre of the cave. He'd never seen anything like it, and probably never would again. He followed the crystal down to its point with his eyes, the light that radiated from it brightest at the end. Beneath it there was a circle of dragons, most of them scarred from past battles. 
    But what caught his interest the most were the eggs. So many colours were piled right under the crystal, rows upon rows of them waiting to hatch. Right in the middle of this conglomeration stood out pure white and pure black eggs, obvious among the barrage of usual colours. 
    A plan began to take shape in his mind and he smiled, scales cracking around his lips.

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Aaghhh Drago you did this to yourself but aagghhh Grimmel you're so cruel!!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Grimmel: you did this to yourself

Drago: but you are doing it now!

Grimmel: you shouldn't have done it to me in the first place

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*screaming loudly*

Me: *appears in the water just floating around on an inflatable potato inner tube with Hob Squishy sitting clamly on my chest* The CCIIRRRRCCLLLLEEEEE OF LIIIIIIFFFEEEEEEEE!!!!