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Wings spread across the vast openness of the sea. Water shimmering in the sunlight. She was weary, having woken up from sleeping for so long. It was not something she had performed in a while. The long sleep left her body weary. Brown and white tipped feathers held a dusty scraggly form. Clearly not well taken care of. Her green eyes held a fog of tiredness that was becoming clearer by the minute.
The wyvern had but one destination in mind, but where she must go is not a place. She could feel it, she had a general sense of where the ire of her attention was. She would keep flying until she found them.
For a dragon she held a likeness to a bird, almost eagle shaped but with a longer neck and a tail worthy of a dinosaur. Much like a raptor in both senses.
There was a movement below the water’s surface. A blueish green shape breached the water like a fat sluggish dolphin. Stupidly small wings in comparison flapped as the mass gained air. An impossibly wide mouth full of needled teeth and slanted forward faced eyes.
Feathers ruffled in mild interest. It had been a while since she had seen another dragon. It was clearly a hatchling as a much larger of its species ruptured the water as well. She herself was nothing more than a fledgling on the cusp of becoming a juvenile. She was no bigger than the average Stormcutter.
The Thunderdrums below her drummed a call of warning. Too close. She flew higher in answer.
She was passing an island now, her beak-like snout sniffed the salty air. Her choice was near, whoever it was had to be. She felt it in her chest.
There on the horizon a pack of ships sailed on the gentle winds. The dragons below her seemed to sense something amiss and dove into the blue depths. Strange.
The wyvern chirped absently, eyes watching the ships grow closer from below her. The flapping of her wings barely alerted those below of her encroaching presence until her shadow settled overhead.
The ship's mast held her weight with slight creaking. Whoever it was, was here. On one of these ships.
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Needless to say the humans below her were an unfriendly but unafraid bunch. The quills they shot at her sunk into her densely padded feathers, not reaching flesh but coming close. Her tail draped halfway down the ship’s sail was an obvious target to their shiny metal weapons.
Head turning over her backside to see them clip one of her long flight feathers at the tip of her
tail. The dragoness squawked in utter annoyance. She moved to drape her tail along the mast.
Something smacked into her face. They were changing tactics now.
How bothersome.
Whatever it was, it was light and had many holes in it. It tangled easily around her snout and horns.
While her wings were bird-like she still had a pair of hooked claws that acted as thumbs. They sliced through the holed yet harmless weapon and freed up her face. The dragon gave a gentle roar to drone her displeasure.
Pupils dilated when one of them, much skinnier than the others stood staring at her with a displeased frown. He looked as weary as herself if the dark around his eyes was to be believed. She ruffled her feathers up, pupils growing large. “You can’t catch one sitting dragon.” He didn't speak to her, but to those around them.
The dragoness gave a chirp. She quickly slid off the mast, oblivious to those around her. He had to be the one. Walking forward, her wings acting as a second pair of legs. Head outstretched with wide eyes meeting brown. “Hold.” He wasn’t speaking to her. Why won’t he? Another chirp, this time it sounded almost like a huff.
He was backing away from her. Yet he wasn’t afraid? This strangeness confused her greatly, but when she used her nose she could smell the fish behind him, but where?
Did he intend to offer her fish? She was hungry.
His brown eyes never once left her, but they were not stationary. He was looking at all of her. Then he opened up something behind him and the pungent smell of fish became stronger.
“Brother don’t.” He spoke again. A hand held out to his left. She couldn’t help but look to see what the fuss was about now. There was a sword held by a bald man dangerously pointed at her. Her whole body turned to the threat.
She unleashed a roar they had yet to hear from her. One that sent chills up their spines.
“Just wait and ready the dragonroot.” What were they conversing about?
A fish was tossed right in front of her and the thought was pushed back. It was on the ground for no longer than a few seconds before it slipped down her gullet. And then another fell onto the deck, and another.
All the while brown eyes scanning her thoroughly. Was she not presentable? “Shoot the legs.” Finally she looked at him.
Then there was pain in her legs, along with a burning sensation. A shriek of pain as more pain spread through her legs. Wings flailing and tail thrashing. And then that weird hole filled thing was wrapping around her again, trapping her wings against her side.
The air she gained was quickly lost as she hit the deck with a loud thud. Why did she feel so heavy now? Her legs almost felt numb at this point.
He was standing before her now and she couldn’t help but tilt her head in confusion.
“Stupid dragon.” The bald one who raised the sword at her said. “Strange but not stupid. Curious maybe. By the looks of it, barely into adulthood.” He met her gaze again.
“It’s still awake.” The bald one mused. “All dragons react differently to dragonroot.”
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That strange dragon never did fall asleep, nor did it fight for its life even as they dragged it into a cage they brought up top. Maybe Ryker was right. Maybe it was stupid. Viggo noticed its eyes never left him.
Viggo was considering holding on to this feathery dragon for a while. After all, he had never seen this species and he wanted to know more. Perhaps it might catch the eye of the dragon rider’s, an interesting bait that would most certainly garner Hiccup’s attention long enough to let his hunter’s continue on as they pleased for a day at most.
The most interesting part of the encounter was that it had chosen to land on one of their ships and refused to leave even as it was attacked. It was almost fixated on Viggo himself.
This made him think.
Since this was his ship, his business no one questioned him when he decided for a closer inspection of the dragons they caught. Green eyes watching him very closely. The way this dragon looked at him in comparison to his brother and his men was much gentler. Softer.
It didn’t lurch back when he extended his hand out. Was this somehow misplaced trust? This dragon clearly didn’t realize what he and his hunters did? Most dragons could just tell, like it was some innate sense. But this dragon didn’t seem to care, it just seemed to just have decided he was good company.
Was this how Hiccup was with dragons?
There was a warm breath on his hand which brought him out of his thoughts. A warm snout pressed against his palm. Green eyes are still watching him with increasing intensity. It looked excited, happy.
It had Viggo reeling his hand away. No. He wasn’t going to humor it any further.
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There was that shrieking cry again. It had been squawking for hours after Viggo went into his quarters.
It came to the point where Ryker furiously slammed the door open. “I tried making it shut up. I’ve tried bribing it to shut up. I’ve even tried coaxing it to shut up. Do something.” He sounded desperate. Hard to believe his brother tried any of those things correctly.
As soon as he left the shrieking stopped and those green eyes were on him again. Viggo walked back inside with a small triumphant smile pointed at his brother.
It didn’t last long.
The crying started again.
Viggo didn’t get to stay in his own space until it fell asleep.
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Morning came all too quickly and so did the incessant noise. Viggo dragged himself out of his bed and stalked outside straight for the curious dragon.
Viggo knew he was being irrational when he opened the cage but he also was curious if it would stay or choose to leave. Regardless he stood to benefit either way.
At First it didn't move. But when it did it quickly scampered on top of the cage.
And flew off. A shame.
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By the time Viggo had finished his breakfast and got ready for the day there was an awfully familiar screeching outside in the distance. He almost couldn’t believe it, but sure enough off in the distance was a brown shape coasting along the waves towards them.
Ryker was not too hard to find, staring out at the fast approaching dragon with a befuddled expression. “You’re kidding.”
This time the beast kept a healthy distance but those green eyes never left Viggo himself for long. Watching him, studying him.
Viggo did the same.
Its brown feathers looked healthier, much more vibrant and most of all; clean.
It flew in an almost playful manner. Twisting and twirling just out of reach. When it wasn’t chirping it was silent even in flight. Its green eyes are ever watchful. With each passing moment it slowly drifted closer, testing the waters of just how close it could get before it was attacked. “Just ignore it.” Viggo advised his men.
He noticed the change in demeanor when it realized no weapons were to meet it. Wingtips brush against the railing of the ship’s hull and teasing the water with each flap.
Green eyes hardened suddenly, as if a decision was made. Viggo had always known dragons were intelligent to some degree, but to see such conviction and determination in reptilian eyes was surprising.
The dragon shifted, letting the wind currents around his ship carry it just overhead, shadow encompassing a good portion of it.
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Choice was looking straight up to meet her gaze. He was standing alone now. The wyvern curled her wings in suddenly dropping the small distance. Brown eyes widen as her talons open and curl around him. Choice gave a shout of surprise. Why was Choice surprised? This was normal!
By the time Choice’s pack noticed she was already out of range of their ire. There was a sharp pain in one of her toes.
Had she not made her intentions clear? Great neck curling to allow green eyes to check on him. Shiny metal coated in blood was held in his hand. She cooed at him, chirping towards the end of her inquiry. Happy! She chirped out. Safe! She chirped again.
Choice didn’t strike her again but instead babbled something she knew not but it sounded friendly enough so clearly she was doing something right.
The wyvern didn’t know what to do next, but whatever she had to do she knew it was important. This was a Choosing afterall! She had to do it right!
They were passing by an island, it was far enough away that Choice’s pack would take some time to catch up. The island’s sandy beach was large, dotted with rocks that could be considered boulders.
She set down balancing on a single foot as she held up the man in her talons. Cooing again, warm breath touching his face before setting him down.
Choice was backing away from her, looking uncertain.
Friend! Safe! The wyvern chirped.
Still he looked uncertain but she could tell he was curious. She was still clueless as to what to do. All knowledge of how to proceed was unavailable. The only thing she could think of to impress Choice was the dances of other dragons she had witnessed some time ago.
The wyvern had no idea what the dance she was mimicking entailed. But Choice was amused and mortified at the same time as her performance progressed. “Oh Thor. You are very confused aren’t you?” A paw covering his face.
She gave out a disappointed croak. Head turning towards the sea to spot the ships encroaching. The wyvern misjudged their speed.
The dragoness was quick to close the distance between her and Choice. Head bumping into the armored torso urgently, desperately trying to convey something she herself did not understand. It was but an instinct that urged the young dragon to find someone and be friends?
Choice had grabbed the blooded metal claw again, still cautious and uncertain. Eventually she got him off the ground and onto her head. His paws haphazardly gripping feathers, brown eyes meeting green as he shouted his displeasure.
She was quick to set him down. But by then she had to leave Choice before his pack showed their vengeance at her grievous theft.
Needless to say the next time Viggo sees the large brown shape coming closer overhead he unconsciously steps beneath the safety of an overhang. Not keen on another ‘joyride’ as the beast seems to see it. Ryker laughs incredulously at him.
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Viggo will admit, the beast was determined. Trying everything from various mating dances of various dragons to offerings of fish. To the amusement of his brother and his own embarrassment of a dragon trying to court him.
Was it even trying to do that? Or is it trying to befriend him but is just very confused?
It all changed when it happened to be nearby when they were downing a pack of Deadly Nadders. Whatever ridiculous plan it had changed the moment when one of the dragons squirreled its way out of the netting and made a break for it.
Arrows sailed after the escapee but it looked like it was going to get away. Unfortunately for the poor dragon freedom was but a cruel mistress. The nadder squawked when the fellow wyvern flew in close.
It shrieked when the brown feathered wyvern wrapped its talons around the much smaller wyvern.
“What the fuck.” Was all Ryker could get out before the boat sank lower beneath the waves. It had everyone including Viggo turning their attention away from their latest quarry.
The much larger dragon crooned at the struggling Nadder crushed between large talons and the deck. There was a spine in the beast’s upper leg. But it seemed after the first the Nadder’s tail was kept under lock and key.
Green eyes looking up and chirping in that usual stupid way. A small flinch when arrows were sent to the nadder beneath it. Its attention still unwavering.
Head tilting when he gave no reaction. Moreover whatever the beast was looking for.
“Good dragon?” Viggo says after some deliberation. Mind ticking away like clockwork. The wyvern then made a bobbing motion, pupils dilating with each single high pitched chirp not dissimilar to an Indian Ringneck Parakeet.
“Yeah… good dragon.” Viggo says again with an exhausted tone. Hand rubbing his forehead whilst he steps away from this mess.
The shadow crawling over him tells him the stupid bird-dragon removed itself from the Nadder and was now following after him.
“No!” A quick hiss of words had the dragon stopping. There was an unbearably sad noise behind him, one he didn’t think possible from a dragon.
Turning around only greeted Viggo with big sad green eyes closer than he'd have liked from any other dragon out there.
“Got the Naggers down in the berth brother.” Ryker was giving them both a judging gaze, but said nothing about it.
Viggo walked off without so much as a word. Leaving Ryker in the presence of the dragon.
“Yer stupid, but useful.” Ryker pointedly snarked towards the beast. That was probably about as close to a compliment one could get from the eldest brother.
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“I don’t know what to do with that dragon. We’ve never had one just-”
“Train it.” Ryker didn’t look up from his meal. Taking but a moment to speak before putting another spoonful of stew from last night into his mouth. “That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard you say.” The youngest Grimborn couldn’t help but chuckle. “We’re dragon hunters, have been for generations. We don’t know the first thing about training dragons. Hel, why don’t we just go ask Hiccup.” Really training? Ryker must have lost his mind.
His brother put down the bowl of stew. “I bet you fifty gold coins outta the next shipment that you can get it to sit and lay down like a dog by tonight.” Hard wager, but not the worst.
So outside Viggo went.
It wasn't the dragon that initiated contact first but Viggo. “Dragon.” The stern tone had her attention instantly, even from far up in the skies. A cooing noise when the beast thuds onto the deck. “My brother and I have a bet. Let's see how well you catch on.” He can see the dragon sniffing, already smelling the fish on him.
Pulling out a chunk of fish had a toothed beak rushing for it. A sharp high pitched whistle had the dragon stopping just as quickly.
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She was getting frustrated now. Choice kept making sharp whistles whenever she attempted to take their offering. Did he want to give it to her or not?!
She tries again, but slower, green eyes staring at Choice accusingly. But Choice whistles sharply again! Reeling back the she-dragon looks down at Choice sitting on her haunches to get more comfortable because clearly this wasn’t going to be easy.
Then suddenly Choice says that phrase again. “Good dragon.” Then there's fish being offered up. Slowly she dares to take it. Giving him a scrutinizing glare.
And Choice lets her.
Choice starts walking away, not far but enough to where she’d need to get up and walk over. He turns around and pulls out another fish.
And it starts again.
She hisses this time and Choice seems uncertain for a moment but continues his whistles whenever she attempts to take the fish. And Choice just keeps doing this until she finally gives out another louder hiss and plops back down in frustration.
“Good dragon!” Choice sounded much happier this time and it was confusing her. All she did was sit down because clearly she couldn’t just have the fi--
Oh.
She takes the fish this time without the skeptical glaring. That sharp trill means she needed to sit? Why?
But more importantly Choice liked when she sat.
Taking a leap she repeated the whistle and he sat too! This was fun! He tosses another fish across the deck and doesn’t bother stopping her when she rushes for it, nearly trampling one of his pack in the process.
It’s down her gullet before Choice even had the choice of whistling. Ha! He’s behind her then when she turns around. Choice has a slight smile on his face and she croons down at him.
He whistles again.
And she sits on the first ask.
The she-dragon still towers over him, enough that she still has to crane her neck down just to reach the fur on his head. One of his paws touches the bottom of her beak. She nuzzles into that mop of fur.
Choice chuckles, giving a pat, much braver than before.
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Viggo didn’t think he’d ever be as elated as he was now with training a dragon. Ryker gives him a cackle and a smirk from the balcony. He would retaliate but he currently has a large dragon nuzzling into his hair.
Why did it have to be me?
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“She sat.” Viggo says at dinner, not quite believing the circumstances. “She? So It went from being it to she.” Ryker gave the younger a look of concern, that Viggo wasn’t Viggo anymore. “Better than saying it I suppose.” He mumbles over a cup of tea.
“What are you gonna name it now then? What is the next step? Get attached?! It’s just a dragon, one that happens to be useful.” Viggo’s brother scoffs. “You know what. Just because it itches your skin then yes, I think I will name her.” Whatever retort Ryker had died and was replaced with grumblings to himself and angrily stabbing his food. “You owe me gold. Don’t forget that brother.” Ryker mumbles between dinner.
Nevermind that. Viggo needed to think of a good name. But what was a fitting name? Viggo would have to think on that.
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Elvire. That's what the dragon's name would be. It seemed fitting. Truly foreign. Fair. The name had a few meanings depending on where one was from but those seemed the most fitting. Looking through his quarters window he sees Elvire skimming the ocean’s surface, completely unaware of her name to be.
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Elvire. That was her name now. Viggo.That was what Choice’s name was.
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It took some time but Elvire understands that Elvire is her name now. Ryker jokingly mentioned that she probably thinks it means he wants her attention. Good thing he taught her some basic commands on their journey as the main island of operations was fast approaching. Their newest stock was tucked away in the berth, ready for transport to auction. Wherever or however the dragons ended up wasn’t his problem. It was their livelihood.
Before they get any closer to the port Viggo whistles for Elvire to land and when she comes looking for fish he just gives her a pat. Elvire huffs in exasperation, side eyeing him in that way she has grown used to doing.
It was something they were still working on.
Stay. Viggo whistles the command as they reach the port.
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The rest of Viggo’s pack were very unwelcoming to a new member. She was just sitting here being good because it made her Viggo happy! And the pack that was guarding the nest were all angry! Pointing their metal claws and metal fires at her.
How dare Viggo leave her on the moving island (nest?) alone!
Apparently these members of the pack weren’t made aware and blatantly ignored the smell of the pack on her. There were five of them bothering her. Despite her hissing and spatting they just wouldn’t leave! She was supposed to sit here! Viggo said so!
Elvire gives another hiss to try and scare them away. But they just ignore her warnings.
The thing that broke the camel's back was a metal fire narrowly missing her eye and embedding itself in one of her horns.
Elvire bellows out a shrieking roar. She stands, feathers puffing along her neck. More fake fire sinks into her neck feathers but they don’t even hurt. The five back up when she rises and flares out her wings.
Another roar has two running.
A lunger has two more turning tails.
The last ducks under her snapping jaws.
An arrow sinks into the feathers on her belly.
Elvire whirls around a ball of bright flame shooting past her jaws and towards the man’s feet. The ball unwraps into a blanket of flame that sprouts out like an irksome weed. The bad packmate is forced to stumble backwards.
“HALT YOUR FIRE!” A familiar voice instantly has both their attention. “Get that put out!” He snarls, pointing a claw at the growing flames.
When the bad packmate moves it has Elvire growling at them. A much deeper sound. One that promises pain. “Elvire!” Viggo sounded so furious.
Fly! The whistle comes out rougher than it should. Elvire didn’t want to.
Viggo’s gaze hardened more. He whistles again. Fly. Clearer this time but still angry.
Maybe she should go.
Among the clouds Elvire soared high above. Wing tips brushing against the white puffy masses. The sea below was miles down. She was the highest she could fly without feeling winded for air. Thick feathers kept the worst of the chill out but there was a light dusting of frost among them.
Up here Elvire felt like the apex of apexes. Like no dragon was bigger than she. Small specks of incoming ships approaching the nest could be seen below. Like the tiniest of ants. To those down below, she must have looked like nothing more than a far off bird. Whipping of wind currents was all that could be heard.
For now she would let the nest stew and settle, awaiting the call of reunion for whenever it may rise.
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A call below the cliff had Elvire rousing from her nap in the sun. Bleary eyes staring down over the edge. Viggo was calling for her to approach.
Standing up was a slow process in her sleepy haze, but the short glide down made up for that. Small wooden caves made up a majority of the nest. It made moving through the nest from the ground impossible without causing damage.
Landing in the center where the most space and where Viggo was waiting. Luckily her human had the area cleared after the last fiasco. No need for those silly wooden rocks and fake tree-top-wings to be here anymore.
Great taloned feet touch the ground first, crouching down until her wings do the same.
Sit. Viggo whistles calmly. The fish she is given makes it worth it.
“Good girl.” Viggo praises with a hand patting her cheek. His brown eyes never leave her own. Watch. The short, almost low chirp from Viggo seemed unnecessary. What could he possibly want her to watch and why?”
Sounds to their right has her head lifting from his petting. His pack are dragging something large out. Something heavy and smelling of hide and oil. It didn’t look dangerous, just stupid.
“Elvire easy.” Viggo has another fish in his hand. The she-dragon turns back to Viggo and his offering, even as the mass of hide and pack are encroaching. Down.
Her human is forced to back up so she could lay down. Wings now curled to her side. The fish is lowered to the ground. Ah. He wants her to put her head down too.
That's fine! She could do that!
Elvire could not in fact do that. The giant hide was draped over her back. It felt comfy, like burrowing under or in tight spaces. Viggo was wrapping thick strips of it around her belly and tail. It felt strange around her secondaries.
Another strap goes across her chest. Viggo looked surprised that he had gotten this far.
Two sets of straps go across her neck, one near the base of her head and the other in the middle. Elvire was starting to get irritated now.
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Elvire kept surprising Viggo more and more. He was surprised at how well she was taking to wearing a saddle. While it was a bit excessive, Viggo wanted to make sure there were plenty of areas to hold on too and easy access to her back.
So far it seemed the best way to get on was from the tail. Elvire did enjoy roosting on the masts of his ships, so much so that it gave him an idea. The saddle goes all the way down her tail, stopping short of the tail feathers that were essential for flying. It had rungs like a ladder all the way up.
It was the last part that Viggo was uncertain about. Elvire gave a few grumbles when he and another hunter maneuvered the last part over her face. It clipped around the back of her horns no problem.
It was when she got resistance when she lifted her head up. The reins in his hand were jerked and Viggo found himself stumbling. The younger Grimborn quickly released them just when Elvire rose up, her great head thrashing about.
The loose leather came whipping around, smacking a hunter in the back like a whip.
“Elvire! Easy!” Claws were sinking into the leather fittings along her face. The reins snap under her feet and the bridle comes down in tatters. Any hope of salvaging the remains were ruined when bright flames engulfed it.
So it was safe to say she hated that part.
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Being this high up made Viggo nervous. Everything looked so small, even large islands looked inconsequential. Elvire kept looking back, cooing excitedly. Left. Viggo asked with a tap and whistle. It was two quick high pitch whistles.
Viggo watched with great fascination at all the little movements of her neck, tail, and wings that were required for the maneuver.
Faster! Soaring wings began flapping as they descended. For such a big dragon in comparison to the strike class dragons she was quite fast. Seeing her wings in action was very different from seeing them folded or stationary. Elvire’s primaries spread out more than he thought. It made her wingspan look much bigger. The feathers were thick and overlapped like an owl’s.
He was glad the saddle didn’t hinder any movement. It just needed a few tweaks here and there.
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Between the raged battle Viggo swore he heard a far off cry. It was high above the clouds, maybe even higher still. A familiar sound, if not just a little.
Oh how it reminded him of Elvire. Especially the sound that drew her away. But Viggo couldn’t let memories fill his mind in the midst of a battle. He could just be imagining things among the chaos.
Yet it sounded off again.
Closer.
All eyes tearing towards the clouds where a shape ripples through.
A blade came calling for the younger Grimborn’s head and it would have cut it clean off if he hadn't reacted to block. Viggo didn’t have time to look at the incoming dragon.
There was another cry, unbearingly close. It was one of fury.
And then flames stoke half the enemy ships in a single breath.
Time itself seemed to slow as Viggo’s eyes met one large green shooting past. Brown feathers and a beak-like snout filled to the brim with serrated teeth. “Elvire?” She was massive. How had Elvire, the scrawny unkempt dragon turn into something the size of multiple ship lengths.
Berserker ships stood no chance. Elvire picked one clean up by the mast. The creaking of wood as the massive brown dragon swung the ship with all its weight. Her fire spread across multiple berserker ships, blanketing them in a cruel embrace.
Arrows were of no consequence anymore. They didn’t even sink into the scales of Elvire’s legs.
It was over before everyone even knew what happened. Brown and green eyes meet again and Viggo expects her to try and land on his ship like before.
Elvire doesn’t. She calls out before flying towards shore. “Elvire!” Viggo’s cry to her was ignored.
Had their friendship withered in their separation?
“Follow her!” Viggo commands, pointing to where Elvire had flown.
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By the time Viggo and his men reached the shore Elvire was nowhere to be seen. “Elvire!” Viggo calls out again, giving the whistling command to come as well.
Come! A mimicry of the command echoes from the woods. Viggo doesn’t see much other choice than find his blasted dragon.
“Wait here.” Viggo calls back to his hunters. It was best they didn’t follow. Especially those that hadn’t ever seen Elvire before.
The forest wasn’t dense, not by far but it was rocky and crested upwards. Come! The call comes again.
Viggo just keeps running.
He makes it to a clearing, some kind of cliff face after some time. Already winded from both the battle and what had to have been half an hour of running. “Elvire?” His winded voice sounded far from appealing.
There isn’t another call even as Viggo whistles again, coming close to the cliff face. Faintly the roaring of crashing waves could be heard below.
Just when he was about to peer over the edge a gust of wind shot up. Viggo falls flat on his ass, scrambling backward as blackened talons clutch into the rocky edge.
Giant brown feathers and eyes of green met him with a loud croon.
Without hesitation Viggo’s hand caresses a sharp beak. “You’ve gotten so big dear girl.” A single tooth was the width of his waist and many times longer. “Before you flew the coup I could’ve sworn you were done growing. Guess you really were a little fledgling huh?”
Elvire answers with a purring in her throat. Green eyes staring down softly.
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Viggo felt lost in the mass of feathers along Elvire’s back. Before he could sit comfortably between her wings and see everything, now it was like being a kid lost in his father’s chieftain chair again. Too big to be reasonable.
He knew he needed a new saddle, something less expensive and wieldy. Perhaps a more minimalistic approach?
Brown eyes can’t help but settle on the space between Elvire’s horns.
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Elvire flew with an absolute air of supremacy. She was bigger by far than many a dragon out there. The only competition known were the monsters of the deep. Her every movement in the sky weighty but practiced with an ease of agility.
Viggo and his hunters couldn’t reasonably feed her anymore. But that doesn’t seem to be much of a problem. The great feathered dragon proved capable of catching large fish that could feed a whole village for a few days and the odd whale or shark.
The increase in size made it impossible for her to land on his ships but Elvire was able to remain in the air for long swathes of time and even then she would find somewhere to land and always knew where he was somehow. Even in the vastness of the ocean.
Elvire’s great size also gave Viggo some ideas. She was powerful, capable of lifting the smaller berserker ships clean from the waters and tossing them about. Surely then his dragon was capable of pulling ships like an animal drawn cart.
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The din of battle was far from being a welcome sound. For battle was always wrought with loss and despair. Even if you one, you still were bound to lose something. So Viggo always hated it, but at the same time it fueled his mind. Strategizing and planning.
But all plans are likely to fail.
So when Krogan turned traitor and tried to have him buried under rubble with no hope of escape. Except he underestimated the loyalty of his dragon.
Elvire had seemed to just know what had just happened. Her roar pierced through the dark skies like a harbinger of death coming for their blood.
Like a monster on a warpath.
Now Krogan had only ever seen Elvire when she was smaller. As a passing acquaintance not yet in the fold of his business and war with the Dragon Riders. Now she was massive and the ever encroaching shape grew and grew.
“Shoot it down now!” The traitor snarled out. Whatever was left of the Dragon Flyers took to the air while the grounded hunters began manning the anti-dragon weaponry.
The air was quickly filled with smoke from the Singetails' ever useful ability of firing from anywhere on their body. Elvire’s feathers would be at serious risk as would her ability to remain airborne.
Despite having Krogan’s back to him, Viggo could tell he was scared as the sheer size of Elvire was becoming apparent. The two traitors holding him in place gawked and shook but kept their hold on him.
Large bolts went careening from the ballista but they weren’t built for dragons of that proportion.
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Elvire gave a throaty call of warning. The dragons swirling smoke towards her were burdened by chains and bad pack members. Their fire was fast but evidently small. Still her feathers smoldered.
She didn’t want to hurt them. Viggo always disliked that. But these were bad packmates.
And as if sensing the problem her Viggo whistled out quick clicks that sounded stern and angry.
FIGHT!
Elvire replied amongst the chaos.
FIGHT! FIGHT!
Just as quickly as they spat fire, Elvire belched out a blanket of viscous liquid fire. The screams of both man and dragon but a fair few still pestered her approach.
Fake fire comes into contact and doesn’t make it past the first layer of thick feathers. In Fact the metal thing falls to the water below.
Blasts of fire rain down along the back of her neck. Another at her belly and two more along her wings and back. She hisses, shifting into a spin. Along one wing she feels contact with one of the dragons. Claws come searching for it. Ripping into flesh where purple blood spills along her great talons.
Elvire gives nothing but a small grimace before squeezing down. When it stops moving Elvire lets it fall down below.
The dragons seem far less willing to charge now. Their nervous calls to each other as their rider’s struggle to urge them forward.
Elvire gives a final warning. A low rattle deep in her throat.
They turned tail like cowards, ignoring the protest of their riders.
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Having just seen a massive dragon crush a large dragon the size of fifty five or so feet between its claws, Krogan stepped back. The two holding Viggo seem to falter as well.
They seemed mesmerized as well as outright mortified when she torched the ballistas with great balls of fast spreading fires that unfolded like mere blankets.
And Viggo takes that so graciously gifted distraction like it’s a pile of free gold.
Viggo lurches, elbow sinking into one stomach while he looped a leg around and struck in the knee of the other man. By the time he was free of crushing arms Krogan turned around.
Viggo was quick to grab a sword from one of them, cutting his bonds as Krogan lunged for him. “Don’t just lay there get him!”
Viggo gives out an urgent whistle.
COME!
COME! Came calling after a few moments. Viggo didn’t question it. He turned tail and ran heading for the shoreline. The sound of thudding footsteps quickly followed.
Her roar sounded closer than ever. A great shadow passing overhead. Then a great thud behind him. Viggo stopped running when a tail laid parallel to him. Wasting no time he climbed up it and began running towards the safety of her horns.
When he reached them he noticed Krogan frozen, staring down a monstrous beast that was Elvire.
Viggo’s hand grabs hold of the handle tethered between two horns. His feet found the footholds just behind the horns. “Easy Elvire.” He soothes, patting one of the great horns.
“You see this Krogan? This right here is a dragon’s loyalty.” Viggo taunted, giving the command to sit to his dragon. She does, but with a wary warble. Elvire trusted him, as well as herself. They were safe at the moment. Krogan and his two traitors were far from a threat.
Krogan’s wide eyes were an easy read. He was off kilter, terrified, outmatched.
Fire.
The whistle of the command is easy. Traitors die. Simple as that. Elvire seemed to think so as well. Her fire welling up in her throat. The three men in the line of fire only just realized that with the telltale opening of her mouth but it was too late.
Elvire’s fire was already all charged up and ready to go.
Their backs turned away. Seeking to escape. Running. And they scream when the blanket of flames engulf them.
They were unmatched.
“Let's go Elvire.” She lifted into the air easily, uncaring of the buildings in her way, the crumble and splinter under her wings and claws.
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Viggo always thought they were unmatched in the skies. And that frame of thought was tested with a dragon that had just as much fire power and size as she.
A dragon of black whipped past, a piercing blue eye staring right at Viggo as it did. Elvire faltered in the air, staying stationary as the similarly shaped wyvern whirled around and did the same. Viggo could see in its eyes nothing but cold calculated malice. Gleaming with unrestrained mirth and mischief.
Elvire gave out a small warning rumble. One that Viggo has become accustomed to. The first of three.
The dragon before them was just a sleeker, more angular version of Elvire. Dark coal colored feathers and sharp slightly shorter wings. The feathers along the tail base were longer, coming to a neat point unlike Elvire’s fan of feathers. The ones at the tip of the tail were similarly the same parallels.
The otherwise silent dragon gave a call. One that Viggo hadn’t heard before. It sounded off in echoes and rumbles.
A sound that Elvire took offense to.
Viggo’s normally calm patient dragon surged forward with a terrible squawking. He almost wasn’t ready for the sudden movement and nearly lost his grip on the handle. The voice of his dragon was followed with a nasty hissing from the other.
And soon they were locked in combat.
The black one weaves downward and Elvire viciously follows.
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The absolute audacity of the dark one was appalling. Couldn’t he smell she was busy. Let alone be interested, especially with Viggo here.
And in the air! This was no place for that! It was downright disrespectful.
Elvire lunged for him, following the steep dive. She shoots fire at him only to have the other dragon weave with a maneuverability far greater than her own. He twists and shoots up before she has a chance to react and exit the dive.
Now they have no choice but to keep the speed or lose all advantage in this fight.
The black one is behind them following.
Suddenly the air feels off and her feathers lift up seemingly on their own.
Viggo is calling out with danger in his voice but no commands or attempts to communicate what the problem was follows. An arc of light is speeding downward, a blast that felt far hotter than any fire Elvire had ever encountered hits her back in a very localized spot. But just as quickly as it hits it is no more.
It still hurt and she couldn’t help but screech in pain. The dark one shoots fire like the bad weather does.
She quickly exits the dive when the water gets dangerously close. Claws are on her back, sinking into feathers but not far enough to pierce her skin below. Snapping jaws aim for the spot between her horns.
Aiming for Viggo.
With a roar Elvire twists, using her wider longer wings to control the spin. The dark one’s smaller thinner wings put up little to no resistance against hers. Elvire twists again, keeping her head and Viggo away from snapping jaws.
Her own teeth sink into the other’s neck, teeth spilling dark red blood. He reels away with a pained hiss and Elvire takes the opportunity to hurl them into the water.
They were free from the dark one’s claws and fangs now. Still Elvire now wants nothing more than to get away from that mess. A small croon to Viggo and his response of “I’m okay.” assure her that he is fine.
Behind them water shoots up. Looking back Elvire sees unwet feathers of the dark dragon. The other gives out another roar. His fire seemed to light up in flickers and speeding lines along his body.
Not good. Not good at all!
Viggo is fumbling with something from his perch. And she sees something shiny dropping towards the waters. A Metal claw. She doesn’t understand why but that tiny thing couldn’t possibly do anything to the other dragon let alone her. Not anymore anyways.
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Viggo was panicking. A dragon with abilities like the skrill only it’s around the size of Elvire. He can see the scorched patch of burned skin on her back where feathers should be. Knowing this he quickly got rid of his metal belongings once Elvire was steady and dragon free again.
Seeing it shoot out with the water perfectly held on the outermost layer told Viggo that it had no problem diving and retaining a conductor that could power up strikes was seriously bad news.
Like a galvanization of fire.
Galvanizer.
Ha, a fitting name.
Higher. Viggo calls to Elvire, the further away from water they were the better.
Galvanizer is rushing towards them, mouth open with crackling sparks. Lightning shoots out as soon as they are in range but it seems to remain static in a straight line or arc. Fast but not as movable as a stream of fire was.
Lightning from this dragon would be most effective from above as opposed to below. With nothing to hit it doesn’t spread out like normal lightning would.
Stay Higher. Viggo hopes she understands. He had never given her a complex command consisting of multiple ones.
Elvire does, keeping the dark one in a constant race to get above them. It’s then she strikes. Shooting fire downward at it, even as the dragon weaves about her fire while not as fast in a constant form, stayed in the air and remained flammable.
She hit it, the smoldering black feathers along its backside.
And that seemed to do the trick. The dragon veered off with a very frustrated rumble. Keeping its distance but not leaving.
Elvire gives a sterner warning.
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When Viggo urged them to continue, Elvire made sure to remain higher than the dark one as he followed them. Seemingly cowed by the massive strike of her fire for now.
Nevertheless he was still a threat. Just one that was biding its time.
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Galvanizer pissed off somewhere else when they got closer to the hunter’s island. Good.
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Elvire chose to spend her time resting along the beach waiting for when Viggo wanted to go somewhere else. She had already eaten after Viggo so generously fed her unlike usual. Kind of him to offer some offering to that disaster of a morning.
But some hours in her peaceful resting was interrupted by that dark one. Coasting in near silence. His landing is what alerted her. A fierce snarl in warning towards him.
He gives a wary sound this time. Staring at her with one eye at a time. A crest along his head rising steadily.
Elvire had to admit he was bold. Landing on an island filled to the brim with dragon hunters.
Careful. Elvire hissed the usually gentle call out. She made no move to turn towards him or get up from her lying position. Only her raised head told him she was paying attention.
The dark one gave that call again, this time clacking his tooth filled beak with a raised head. Feathers completely puffed up, wings spread out. Standing as tall as his legs will let him.
The sparking fire lighting along his feathers in a piercing blue much like his eyes.
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There was shouting and pointing towards Elvire’s recent favorite spot on the island.
“There's another!” Was shouted along with other lines of similarity. Viggo was quick to drop everything and rush down to the beach.
Galvanizer was stretched out, crackling with electricity and making that sound again.
Viggo then understood what it meant. It was courting Elvire. He was courting Elvire. And Elvire didn’t like it when in the air.
Galvinizer’s wings closed and mantled, walking with two legs towards Elvire. Neck arched and still lit up with lightning.
Whatever spell it had on Elvire was broken the minute she spotted Viggo. Elvire gave out a low hissing sound almost inaudible to his ears but Galvanizer heard it loud and clear. Whatever it meant upset him quite a lot. Blue eyes finding him just as easily as before.
Lighting building up in his toothy maw. Sensing this Viggo’s dragon rammed into the smaller Galvanizer.
A tumble of giants and Elvire is hit with the building blast. Against all self preservation Viggo runs towards them when he sees Elvire fall on her side.
Drawing his sword Viggo stares down the cold blue eyes. Angry eyes.
Galvanizer has him pinned before he can even swing the sword. Claws pinning him to the ground, a crackling looming above. The residing static on the dark dragon stings against Viggo’s skin.
Elivre must’ve gotten up now because he hears the sound of absolute fear.
Warmth and the licking of something fills the air and Viggo almost chokes on it. His eyes were blinded by the light around him. The dragon above him screeches as if in pain, pulling away from Viggo in such a hurry it was like it feared dying from the bright light.
When that light died out Viggo could see Galvanizer diving into the water, on fire with golden flames and not surfacing again.
Fire.
He was on fire for not but a few seconds but completely fine. The top half of his clothes were gone but the parts that were under the dragon’s claws were fine.
Looking at Elvire who was now nosing him to assure that he was fine, parts of her facial feathers were tinted golden. Viggo grazes his hand across them. They feel strong but light and don’t bend so well anymore. Like the warm embrace of the golden fire heated them up and made them stiff.
They fade quickly after.
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If Viggo’s theory was right Elvire could potentially make a suit of armor out of her feathers. And somehow he was immune to it. And as long as his clothes were made of dragon scale or her feathers his clothes should be too.
Actually testing that theory was perhaps the most insane thing he would ever do. Willingly lighting himself and his dragon on fire. Getting Elvire to actually understand a new command and willingly lighting herself and in turn him on fire was another story.
It took some trial and error. And quite a few of her own feathers were lost to the blaze of the wrong fire for it to finally click. But the first time she did it must have been instinct or a fluke because even Elvire didn’t understand how to produce it.
If only Ryker was still alive…. He would know what to say to get his mind working.
Still they persevered. Elvire managed to reproduce the golden flame now he needed to get her to understand she was immune to it as well… hopefully she was.
“Elvire. It’s going to work. Look.” He placed a few of her feathers in a pile with scraps of dragon skin.
Armor. The new whistle called out. A pointed hand at the pile. Elvire gave him a tired look but did it nonetheless.
Golden flames dissipated after a few moments and in its place were hardened feathers and the dragon hide which had not liked the treatment too much. Picking up one of the feathers he showed it to Elvire. It shimmered in the light.
Her warm breath close as she stared at it with curiosity. “See? Perfectly fine and strong.” Viggo gave the fairly large feather a bending test, it didn’t move much and even bent back into place.
It worked.
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A sudden visceral shriek rattled through large coarse feathers, ringing in Viggo’s ears so profoundly as the massive body beneath him tilted forward. Large wings froze for longer than normal, seeming to go lax against the harsh wind churning past them. Elvire’s horns nearled rammed into him as her neck shot up. Whole body tilting upwards, leaving Viggo scrambling for better purchase lest he fall to his death.
There was blood seeming from the back of her neck, a glint of metal poking out from brown feathers. Not seconds later there was a huge bolt zipping past, cutting through the front of Elvire’s right wing, taking a huge chunk with it on its barbed tip. It caused his dragon to curl to the left and upward with such force it sent the feathers Viggo was holding onto ripping out. He wasn’t prepared for the sudden weight of gravity bearing down on him, he himself clipped the wounded wing of his dragon.
They were falling, it seemed impossible to Viggo. For such a big dragon to be shot out of the sky from so high up. Blood was trailing behind Elvire in copious amounts. The once invincible dragon was flailing in pain. Green eyes clouded and unseeing, with nothing but fear shared between them. Elvire’s meager attempts at regaining altitude only increased the distance between them. That shook Viggo out of his haze. “ELVIRE!”
The sound of his voice against the wind almost went unnoticed. Green eyes eventually leveled on his ever distancing form. Another shriek, but this one was of something deeper than fear of survival.
Viggo could only watch the next few harrowing moments as Elvire struggled but was able to close the distance between them. His hands burrowing into the bloodied feathers of her neck. Wings spread out, but the wounded one was lagging and limp.
The dragon hunter knew deep down that they were both doomed. He refused to acknowledge the truth. There was no sight of Hiccup and his riders. It was only logical to retreat with the losses. Viggo was no friend of hiccup. An enemy sure, but also an acquaintance that was just helpful sometimes. He has to protect his own. It was reality. A harsh one.
Even still, watching Elvire struggle and fight the impending doom was admirable. Just maybe they could glide safely down? Hope kindled inside his heart.
That hope was crushed when she veered again and something exploded this time just in front of them a hairs length from her head, followed by a large bolt shooting through the other wing. This one didn’t miss. Suddenly the Grimborn found himself once again succumbing to gravity. For the first time in a long time Viggo screamed, really screamed. Elvire was unmoving, nosediving, plummeting much faster than he.
Even if they did manage to land it was hel down there. There wasn’t any chance of survival. He was foolish to be hopeful. Were his eyes stinging from tears or the wind blasting his face?
Suddenly a shriek, much weaker than previous as green eyes dully looked up. Viggo watched determination grip those green eyes like a vise. What little life Elvire had moments before steeled and hardened.
But there was little to be done. Even as weak as his dragon was, she was still fighting to reach him. Hiccup was always right about dragons. He understood that, he could see that. Their loyalty was a force to be reckoned with.
There was a sound that almost didn’t seem real, even as the wind screamed in his ears Viggo could still recognize the shearing of wind, a whistle of what usually meant death but this time it was hope. Hope… but only for him. Claws were gripping him, it hurt but Viggo knew he might just live.
Time seemed to slow. Viggo saw the change in Elvire immediately. She stopped struggling and just stared. Green eyes softening even in this hellish battlefield. Beak curled open in what he knew to be a coo.
The night fury, Toothless was pulling out of the dive now. “NO!” As futile as it was, Viggo wanted nothing more than to save his dragon. If not then just to spend another moment with her alive. As irrational as it was he struggled in the safe grip. “Viggo…” Hiccup’s tone was remorseful. There was something the young chief wanted to say, but knew not how to say it.
For the second time in a long time Viggo let himself scream as he watched Elvire’s form hit the ground. They were close enough for him to tell it was at least quick. The angle she hit from would have snapped her neck under her own weight and velocity.
A dragon of some two-hundred and twenty-four feet struck down in the span of thirty seconds. Dead upon impact. Viggo could only grip onto black scaled legs, already missing the feel of Elvire’s feathers.
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They won the battle. But at what cost? Elvire first and shortly after the black one, who in a fit of rage was struck between the eyes. Its own electricity frying its insides. Despite the quick death the black one took out two of the towering ballistas with its massive weight.
Standing upon the corpse of his dragon hurt more than just anguish. It felt like a part of his soul was ripped away. A part he didn’t know existed until Elvire came into his life. The glazed green eyes looked forward, dead as many others around them.
Her form was not dignified. It felt wrong. Neck clearly broken and twisted. Wings splayed out like a dead bird. Blood covered many of her beautiful brown and white feathers. She was cold, any warmth of life long since gone. There would never be another sound of clear joy or warm affections from her.
“You fought well and long. For years at my side. I understand why you picked me now. You warmed my cold heart because you wanted to help me, even before you knew it yourself you understood deep down that we could become something greater; together. We will fly together again wherever we may end up.”
“I would rather die than live longer than you Elvire.” Despite the cold and hard body Viggo found some semblance of warmth inside his heart at the small comfort.
The wind only made the chill more noticeable.
“Can you hear me?” A voice said, it sounded like he felt. Broken. The part of his heart that was torn so viciously and quickly stilled in its anguish. It must have been the light of the tiredness catching up to him because what he was seeing was far from possible.
There above him and his dragon was what must have been a ghost. A golden translucent dragon whose eyes glowed a weak green. Its wings were hanging uselessly, going straight through the corpse of Elvire. “Can you hear me?” It sounded sadder this time, as if something had never happened. As if it wanted nothing more than to be heard.
“Yes I hear you.” He was unsure if this was a cruel trick of Loki or just his mind going mad.
“I would die for you again and again, soul rider.” The voice sounded stronger somehow, like his acknowledging it kept it grounded to the world of the living. The voice sounded female now, silky but rough at the same time.
“Elvire…?” Hands gripping harder into dirty feathers. It blinked down at him. Head tilting slowly. “Don’t give up. I’ll see you when your time is up, not of your own doing.” Viggo was reaching towards the golden apparition, his hand phasing through what should have been warm familiar feathers.
What glow this ghost of Elvire had was fading as quickly as it came, becoming fainter and fainter. “Take us home, soul rider.” Were the last words he heard before this vestige of Elvire was gone.
“Okay.” Viggo closes her large eyes as best he could. He would take her home, to the birth land.
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Meet her on the horizon, back to the island known with far away clouds. Clouds that shroud. Nestled in this safety, take back one soul together in this life. Deserted by the war, but remembered all the same. She was the last, cherish her grace and mourn what was lost.
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Plot Ideas: Elvire awakens from her slumber sensing her other half. There are three variations to the Guardians. Forest, Mountain and Cavern/Coastal. Their homeland is a shrouded island much like the dragon nest from the first movie. Only a Guardian can reach it or lead others to it. Guardians have mostly died out save for a few individuals (this story covers the main three). Elvire’s growth was stunted because her other half was not born during the time she was (which is unusual) so she goes into a deep slumber until such a person arrives. (That doesn’t happen until nearly two centuries later, maybe more.) In a sense Elvire stopped growing because she wasn’t whole and could not progress further until such a person appears. Throughout the early days/weeks/months of her awakening she is confused as to how she should choose and alert her chosen to her intentions and how to go about connecting with them as a rider being young and all, having no others to teach her. The next phase of the story focuses on her and Viggo’s development as a pair, learning to communicate through whistles and her growing slowly over this time. They come across other notable characters during this time and the story progresses until a few years before RTTE. 4 years possibly as Elvire hears a strange call, sounding similar to her own but much deeper and more interesting. More interesting than her time with Viggo. But she doesn’t leave until Viggo notices her attention is more on the growing sad calls. He chases her off and she leaves. Coming back to save Viggo and his hunter’s from rogue pirates/raiders (or berserkers?) She is much larger now having grown. Elvire then seeks to reestablish their rider and dragon bond. This is the time the main characters come into play but it will be noted that Hiccup, Toothless, and Valka have all seen a younger Elvire in passing. This then progresses to the second movie where Viggo and Elvire try to help against Drago but Elvire ends up getting injured pre-bewilderbeast fight at the ice nest. Viggo has to leave Elvire to help on Berk after he goes back to Elvire and they go to their nomadic lifestyle again. In the third movie Viggo again gets involved but has a more prominent role along with Elvire. Grimmel is surprised like Krogan and Johaan. His death grippers are actually hesitant to attack her due to her size. Galvanizer doesn’t make it easier for Grimmel either. Story ends about the same way except some little hatchlings revealed from her time when she was absent and those she had with Galvanizer. The story comes to its final arc with the Great War. Dragons need to come back one last time to fend off the encroaching and threatening armies of another continent. This is where Elvire’s story comes to an end with her being struck down and Hiccup having to save Viggo. They both watch as she falls in the middle of the battlefield. It ends with Viggo taking Elvire’s body back home. To the island. The last scene is an old Viggo lying down amongst her bones with his own Journal like the one he originally found on his first trip to the island with Elvire with a younger Guardian finding their bones in the future.
There were actually multiple potential other halves. The first two were potential but not right in her mind. Throughout the story Elvire attempts to communicate “Can you hear me?” and “I hear you.” But it goes unanswered until the very end where Viggo finally fully connects with Elvire after her death.
This is supposed to be a story about finding belonging and when that belonging is found it ends in Tragedy but that Doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good life. It was a great life, an adventure for the ages.
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Meet me on the horizon… to the island… unknown in the past… a long time ago… with far away clouds… clouds that shroud… nestled in this safety… it awaits one soul… together in this life… deserted by the plague… but remembered in the end… She is the last… cherish her grace… and mourn what is lost. (per chapter?)
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Meet me on the horizon… to the island unknown… a long time ago… with far away clouds… clouds that shroud… nestled in safety… it awaits one soul… together in this life… deserted by the plague… but remembered in the end… She is the last… cherish her grace… and mourn what is lost.