Work Text:
“A dragon. An actual living, breathing dragon?!”
Hiccup rolled his eyes, as if the words he just said didn’t blow Erland’s mind. “We were talking about it before, I just assumed you were being serious.”
Erland’s mouth was agape, looking behind his boyfriend where a seventy foot tall dragon was standing. He had never seen a dragon that big before; the biggest dragon he had witnessed was a Monstrous Nightmare but this Death Song creature was much taller.
It was lean, having a serpent like body with short arms and slightly longer legs. It was beautiful as well - Erland had to admit that. Its bright greens and oranges were absolutely breathtaking. The dragon stood out like a sore thumb next to Toothless who was black as the night sky.
The man shook his head, “Hiccup, love, I live on Berk, they hate dragons. Sneaking a Terrible Terror onto the island is one thing, but an entire Death Song?!”
Hiccup waved his hand dismissively, “Well, for one I’m sad you’re doubting my hiding abilities: Toothless was on berk for months and they only reason anyone found out was because he came to save me,” he held out his hand for Erland to hold, who quickly took it. Hiccup brought Erland’s palm slowly to the Death Song’s snout. “Secondly, Bloomsang won’t have to stay on Berk, she’s safer out in the wild - I know that neither of us would want to take the chance of something happening on that island.”
Bloomsang… Dammit, now Erland was going to get attached because he had a name for the dragon: she was simply gorgeous. She pressed her snout against Erland’s hand, golden eyes staring down at him. The man felt a spark in his chest, like nothing he had felt before with a dragon.
Usually when he was flying with Toothless he was joyful, it was exhilarating and nice to be in the presence of the creature. Other dragons were constantly around him as well whenever he visited the edge - really at this point it was any time he was away from Berk. Sharpshot was always fluttering around him and even Hookfang would seek out his presence, but Bloomsang was something else - something else entirely. Erland’s heart felt like a piece of it had been filled in. Was this how Hiccup felt when he met Toothless?
Bloomsang crooned, Hiccup smirked, “She likes you.”
Erland turned to him, “You think so?”
Hiccup wrapped an arm around his waist, “Why yes I do, I can speak Dragonese after all.” The other gently smacked his shoulder, “What? Its the truth.” There was a devious look on his face, something that always meant trouble and fun to come, “Want to try flying?”
Erland looked a bit scared as he locked eyes once more with Bloom, “You only live once right?”
“You make this look so much easier than it actually is!”
The wind was whipping past his face, it was thrilling, but gods was it terrifying when he couldn’t hold onto Hiccup. Speaking of Hiccup, he seemed to be having the time of his life. Whenever Erland screamed out he would laugh louder and louder until Toothless smacked him with an ear flap. At least the dragons were on his side.
Bloomsang was singing, actually singing, that must have been why Hiccup thought the two would make such a great pair, Erland was always coming up with songs and learning new tunes on his lyre. The bard with the singing dragon, it was a match made in Valhalla.
The sky was turning a pink hue: Erland loved seeing the sky like this, the sun setting and the stars beginning to flood the heavens. The view from the back of a dragon was unlike any possible one on the ground. Absolutely nothing could top this.
He wished the rest of Berk could see this; he wished his own family could see the world from up here. His father, Bakken, had always been interested in dragons, and not in the killing them sort of way. Erland’s brothers, Tavish and Alasdair, also found dragons intriguing, though Tavish much more so. He was always out trying to find one, though Alasdair had told him many times that there weren’t going to be any dragons on Berk - not anymore.
Erland wished he could tell Alasdair that there could be, if only the village tried to see dragons like Hiccup did. Hiccup had told him what had happened all those years ago though, how he was banished, the disdain on his father’s face. Erland rubbed a hand down Bloom’s scales - if only something changed, everyone could see how wonderful these creatures actually were.