MusiKuro

Reader is gender neutral and can be read as male, female, or any sort of nonbinary gender!! ~~~~ It was a hot, sunny, almost uneventful morning at the Scouting Legion’s headquarters. Most everyone was enjoying a late breakfast, happy for the strange lack of chores they had that day. Sure, they had training later in the day, but they were told it would be brief. A short hour to make sure they were still in shape. Chatter filled the mess hall as everyone ate, well rested for once. Though they didn't understand the uneventful day, they definitely appreciated it. Halfway through breakfast, a complete stranger walked into the room. Heads t

The next morning, Aran woke up with the sun, feeling quite well rested. She stretched, rolling her cot up before putting thick socks on and lacing up her leather boots. Aran was about to walk out of the door when she bumped into Gobber. The round man look surprised, before commending her for being up and ready for dragon training. He received an uncomfortable laugh from the taller girl, and proceeded to go in the direction of Hiccup’s room. Aran sighed, leaving the house before any mischief could be caused. She had nearly forgotten about the Dragon Training, and she found herself walking dejectedly towards the cave Méaróg was

There was really no question about where Aran wanted to build her house. After all, her dear Méaróg lived in a cave by the beach, and there was a conveniently remote cliff with a forest nearby. She had already begun the blueprints, as she had been planning her new house for at least a year. The redhead braided her hair in a simple manner to keep it out of the way as she worked before making her way to Gobber’s smithy. Gobber himself was humming to a classic Viking tune Aran could barely remember, and she cleared her throat before speaking. “I’m building a house.” “Ah! Yes, Stoick told me! Interesting ti

On most dragon raids, Aran found themself running about, looking like they were helping the Vikings when in actuality they were saving as many dragons as they could. It was hard work, as they had to do it in secret, and not all could be saved. On this particular dragon raid, they had been doing much of the same, but this time, they saw Hiccup pushing a strange machine. Frowning, and not completely trusting his intentions, Aran began to follow him, albeit very subtly. Well, as subtly as one could while chasing a boy running through a crowd of Vikings. After almost losing track of him, they spotted him once more as he began getting his strange

After that first night on Berk, Aran had snuck out to check on Méaróg. The dragon had relaxed considerably after speaking with the Deadly Nadder, and Aran explained that they would be staying in the chief's house, learning how to speak Norse. Méaróg was unhappy with this decision, especially when Aran told them not to fly near the village. The dragon wouldn't let Aran go until they said they would try to come back every night and spend time with them. Aran then left Méaróg, and Hiccup began to teach them his native language, and vice versa. Later that day, Hiccup asked if they were cold. Aran was quite cold indee

They couldn't call themselves safe because Méaróg had gone to Berk during a dragon raid. He had smelled the large numbers of dragons gathering in one place, but wasn't aware of the situation. As Aran dismounted, he heard loud shouting in a language he didn't understand, only made more terrifying by raging fires engulfing what looked to be a rather nice town otherwise. Catapults and bolas were flung and dragons and man were at war with one another. Aran wasn't prepared for this foreign situation and quickly determined this wasn't a safe place, but couldn't bring himself to leave. There were so many dragons in pain, and he couldn't ju

Aran woke up in a good mood. He was turning 13 and nothing was going to stop him from having a good day. An excited screech came from beside him and he saw his dragon, Méaróg, sitting on the ground beside his bed. Méaróg had grown considerably in the 9 years he (well, technically none of them knew its gender, so Aran had taken to using whatever pronouns they identified with at that moment) had been alive. The stripes on his back had darkened to an almost black colour, and the bumps had certainly grown out to be spines. His teeth were only slightly sharper, and he was large enough to carry Aran on his back as he flew. Not t

Aran and her parents were home when the egg started to shake. The three people eating dinner heard a quiet rattling in the unlit fireplace. Aran was the first on her feet, practically leaping from her chair before running and crouching down by the egg. Her mum and dad followed shortly after, and her dad pulled her back gently. "Now now, Aran, we know some dragon eggs explode when they hatch. We don't want to get hurt, do we?" Aran shook her head and sat as close as she dared. Soon, the egg started cracking, and it became evident that it wouldn’t explode. The four year old inched closer, tapping on the egg so it might hatch faster. Sever