Jack Frost meets Hiccup
Just flying like a bird. Wind through my hair and in my face. It felt good until I looked over to my left and saw a boy flying on a Nightfurry. He wore all the gear for flying. The Nightfurry had a half tail. I seriously came in frunt of the tow. “You mind moving?” The boy asked, then he looked suprised. “Are you Jack Frost, the nose niper?” He suddenly asked.
“Um ya.” I shouted so the boy could hear me. “Would you like to take a seat?”
“Sure.” I swooped over to him to sit on his dragon. “Whats your name?”
“Hiccup. I live in my village named Burk. Where do you live, Jack?” Hiccup looked back to meet me in the eye. “The North Pole. What’s your dragon’s name?” I asked. Something about Hiccup seemed intersting. “This is Toothles, my nightfurry.”
I looked down to see the nightfurry’s eyes but saw Hiccups foot. He had a mechanical foot. Gist like Toothlesses tale. “You like to fly?”
“Toothless and I go out for fresh air.”
Toothless roared in agreement.
“How a bout you?”
“Samething. Two years ago, didn’t vikings kill dragons?”
“Not any more. I showed my dad all a bout dragons.”
“I’m going to Hog- a speshel place.”
“I’m going to Hogworts too.”
Toothless looks up for a second. Then continued flying.