Song of Hunger and Broken Bonds- fic

Toothless is the first to make contact with the Song. Tackling it into the wall and spitting out a point-blank plasma blast into its chest, the much larger dragon tries to push him off but is met with an iron grip of a bite to its neck. Screeching in pain, the shrill noise breaks the Night Furies concentration and the Song manages to shake him off.

Then Kravitz yells “Now!” and every ballista around the arena fires on the dragon, five bolts impacting collectively with an unnatural crackling energy that stuns it. “Alright, new plan lads!” he announces, “Keep that thing distracted with everything you’ve got until backup arrives- do not let it leave this island!”

Fishlegs and Astrid look at Hiccup. As much as he hated it, and didn’t trust a single soul here beyond his fellow Riders, Hiccup nods and draws Inferno as per the ‘advisors’ suggestion. Astrid jumps into the fray, launching an axe at its head which it just manages to dodge, save for a trim off its left frill and horn. Meatlug attacks next with a glob of molten stone, pinning a foot to the ground and catching its attention.

The Song returns fire with a shot of black amber which hits the Gronckle square in the stomach, grounding her under a jagged crystalline trap in a small explosion of deadly shards. It pulls itself free from the lava puddle and spins in a wide sweeping attack with its tail, once again cloaking itself in black fire with a furious scream. Hiccup saw his opening; the wings were exposed, outside of the fire and fully spread after its fearsome display, and if their goal was to keep it on the ground, that was his target.

Rushing in from its blind spot and igniting the blade of Inferno, he made an arcing slash over his head and connected with the wings outer edge, sliding to a stop and spinning on knee. The eyes on the wing stared back, enraged, and Hiccup watched as to his horror the wound he just made close over, with little more than a small green fissure left behind.

Just as the Hungered Song turned its attention to him, a dark shimmering blur passed over head and made a deep slash in its side, and a hand grabbed Hiccup by the collar and pulled him out of the way of an amber shot. “Normal weapons won’t do anything to it!” Kravitz explained while parrying its open jaws. “You can’t just hit the apocalypse incarnate with some fire and a metal stick and expect it to keel over!”

Whacking it with the but of the scythe and pushing it back, he managed to get both himself and the Rider out of immediate harms way. Stormfly diving in from above sank her claws into its back, weighing it down and distracting it.

“What kind of advisor are you exactly?” Hiccup panted.

“Really? You’re asking this now, and maybe not in five minutes when we don’t have a piece of the Hunger trying to k.ill us?”

“That’s still a dragon there to me, and I don’t exactly trust you right now so yeah! I am gonna ask that right now! Who are you really?”

He takes a beat, looks at the still fighting dragons, at Hiccup, then back at the battle, and says “Alright, fine. I’m a bounty hunter for the goddess of death, a reaper, and my current bounty is that thing because it breaks all laws of reality, including the laws of life and death, which is a big no-no in my business. Does that clear things up?”

And returns to the fight before a stunned Hiccup can respond to that bombshell of an explanation. But with their strongest ally distracted, the Hungered Song had gained the upper hand (claw?) and its’ draining aura was growing. Everything around it was devoid of colour, watching a usually vibrant Nadder fend off both physical attacks as well as its developing thrall. Everyone was getting angrier, taking more risks, getting disoriented and exhausted. Several Hunters had fallen, black flames engulfing the bodies and turning them the same featureless shadows as the Song.

Its’ amber shots were also changing, becoming more tar-like than a solidifying crystal, bubbling with energy and forming these grasping hands that clawed at anything that came close enough. Kravitz, making another slice into its form, seemed the only one unaffected by this, still confident in his attacks and alert to its retaliations. But one undead reaper still isn’t enough to go one-on-one with a fragment of the Hunger, and takes one small misstep from the onslaught of the Song and takes a hit from its tail.

Astrid had retreated with a significant slash, most of the Hunters were fallen or had fled, Meatlug was still trapped under amber, Stormfly had exhausted herself from aerial attacks, Fishlegs had been too preoccupied with getting his dragon up to fight, and Toothless-

Hiccups heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t seen the Night Fury since the very start of the fight. Usually the black dragon stood out in the middle of the day like this, but amidst the black Song with its black flames and the black amber, darkening and draining the area, he couldn’t tell what was his Toothless and what was cursed apocalypse stuff.

Finally, he spotted him; in the far corner of the arena, pinned by his tail under bubbling tar-amber with clawing hands dragging the Fury further into the trap. He legged it, reigniting his sword and bringing down on the hands with all his strength, just skimming Toothless’s tail. The dragon yelped in a mix of panic and joy, and as Hiccup worked away at the rest of the amber, pulled free.

But he was still in bad shape from the claws, his prosthetic fin tattered and his remaining scratched raw; fortunately, nothing too severe, but he was still grounded for the time being. “Alright, bud” Hiccup said, “you’ve done plenty. Get out of here, I’ll be fine.”

A shadow fell over them. Toothless fired over Hiccup’s head, but the Hungered Song was unfazed, and with a flick of its’ tail, knocked Hiccup away. It had left Toothless trapped for a reason, it seems, and did not like that he was loose. The Song lashes out with its teeth and claws, and Toothless the same, latching onto each other, and the eyes across the Songs body narrow.

The flames intensify, and once more shoot up into a pillar, the roaring from the fire, the Song, and Toothless drowning out Hiccup’s yell of despair.

The fallen Hunters, all of which completely overtaken by the Hunger, start to stand up. Indistinguishable humanoid shadows with blank white eyes, armour dissipated, and weapons seemingly fused to their hands. The fires d.ie down, revealing a larger, more imposing and twisted Song, and a now enthralled Toothless marked with similar colouored fractures, and burning white eyes.

-pt 3 soon this is longer than I thought it would be-

-but i guess thats what happens when i write without planning bless this mess amiright haha-