How To Train Your Dragon 🔔

Come on , that amber gaze said. Show me what you’re afraid of. The first flight was less flight and more controlled falling. Hiccup clung to the saddle he’d built—a ridiculous contraption of leather straps and a single pedal that opened Toothless’s second jaw, releasing a burst of fire that rocketed them skyward. They shot up like a stone thrown backward in time. The world shrank to a green-and-gray smear. His stomach stayed somewhere near the treetops.

“They’re not the enemy,” Hiccup said, voice breaking. “We are. We started this war. They’re just… surviving.” How To Train Your Dragon

“You built a prosthesis for a Night Fury,” Stoick said slowly. “And it let you.” Come on , that amber gaze said

He named her Toothless, because her teeth were retractable and the name made him laugh, and laughter felt like the only weapon left. Hiccup clung to the saddle he’d built—a ridiculous