#dragon death

[thorinsbeard]

Bard defeats Smaug

[draconesmundi]

For a different question then, what dragon are you especially proud of?

The green wyvern! This beauty has it all; it has the red crest like the red gem of vouivre from french folklore, the 'breasts' like the vibria from Spanish folklore, the eye-spot wings like the dragons from St George paintings + one retelling of the legend where the dragon opened it's wings and St George was surrounded by eyes. A large part of it's appearance is based on as many different sources as possible to make one coherent dragon design - people back in the day loved to draw green wyverns with spotty wings!

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hallowtober 2025 — Day 1

Seashocker Washed Ashore

Summary: Set during RttE. A Seashocker has washed ashore on the Edge, but help may be too late.

Warnings: Death, Parasites

Rating: Mature

Genre: Whump, Spooky, Horror Lite

Dead Dove: No

Words: 792

Prompt: Parasite

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Meatlug

Whumpee: Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Meatlug, Seashocker

Whumper: /

Caretaker: /

Pairing: /

Author’s Notes: Ah, SOOOOO not ready for this month. :)

Enjoy!

When Fishlegs had come to their hut in a hurry to wake Hiccup and Toothless up, they both knew that he had something important to show them. The sun is only just above the horizon, the day has barely started, yet Fishlegs saw something that needs their immediate attention.

As Hiccup and Toothless fly down and land on the shore his little garden of zen is build near, they see Meatlug already standing by the apparent problem. She whines at Hiccup and then sniffs with her nose at what appears to be a Seashocker.

The two-headed dragon lies on the sand, the wave steadily retreating to leave them to dry out in the sun. There’s a strange lifelessness to them, its color a definitive paleness to them. They’re dead.

Hiccup only dismounts after Toothless has already approached the dragon and Hiccup gives the Seashocker a look of sorrow before he turns to his friend. “You found them here like this?”

Fishlegs nods, only approaching the body because that’s where Meatlug is. His Princess walks to him and seeks comfort in his arms, which he gives gladly as he throws them around her head to hold her close.

Turning away, Hiccup looks down at the unfortunate dragon, taking steps to one side and then the other to have a better look at certain parts of them. It’s a rather small individual, too, this is a juvenile.

Toothless seems to want to know what happened as well, sniffing the Seashocker and trying to find the cause of death. It’s not an attack by either other dragons or Hunters, there are no injuries to be found and he doesn’t smell an infection on him. The juvenile’s scales are peeling in certain places, however. Could they have been sick?

He communicates this to Hiccup, who was waiting for him to catch something.

“Yeah, they don’t look too healthy, do they, Bud?” He asks sadly, then they both look back down at the two-headed juvenile.

And catch something interesting.

One of the heads’ mouths moves.

“No way,” Hiccup mutters. “They could still be alive!”

He and Toothless both get flat to the sand to try and wake the poor juvenile up, Fishlegs and Meatlug perk up. All four of them fill with hope and Fishlegs runs back to his hut to get all of his medical supplies. No matter what the young dragon needs, he’ll be prepared.

“Hey Buddy. It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re both okay,” Hiccup tries to reassure the Seashocker as one of the heads appears to wake up. The back of his fingers brush across the nose, hoping to bring comfort, hoping that the smell of other dragons on him will tell them that he’s friend and not foe. Toothless, too, purrs encouragingly.

Until the mouth moves again, opens up and both Hiccup and Toothless jump back up on their feet. The former yells, the latter clears the ground completely as he jumps with all four paws in the air. Like a startled cat. Meatlug scares in turn and Fishlegs comes to an abrupt halt. Turning back around, he stares at his friends, confusion written all over his face.

“Hiccup?” Uncertain, he returns, his hands fidgetting.

Toothless has put distance between himself and the body of the juvenile Seashocker, pawing at it from feet away and pacing. Hiccup wears a face of disgust and doesn’t answer.

“Hiccup, what’s wrong?!” Fishlegs presses. Don’t tell him that the poor dragon is dead after all. Didn’t Hiccup and Toothless both see movement?

Shooting Fishlegs a look that barely hides the disgust he feels, Hiccup gets back down, on his knees this time, and ever so carefully grabs the sides of the long snout he saw move. He lifts it up, the barely stiff lips of the juvenile coming up first before the mouth opens up.

And the beady eyes of what appears to be a bug stares straight back at him. No tongue, a ruined roof of the mouth, and that thing.

“I know what killed this Seashocker,” he says mutedly as he releases their snout and sits up on his knees. No wonder their scales are peeling, they were sick. Except it was at the tail end of a very long voyage of suffering filled with starvation and sickness.

“What?” Fishlegs asks, sorrow fills him that they don’t get to help this poor young dragon after all.

“Parasite,” Hiccup tells him and watches as a shiver runs through his friend. Meatlug whines and Toothless protests, suddenly itchy, especially after the Grimora incident.

He looks down at the Seashocker and strokes the head of the infested right half, sad that there was nothing that could be done for them. Not even if they did wash ashore alive.

[targaryensource]

Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Week: Sacrifice

“…I remember what you told me. Only death can pay for life.”

[radiant-flutterbun]

Lore Share Day 11

A troubled soul

(Warning: Talk of death)

Yulene is dead. 

She wishes to be put to rest. But yet she still exists in the mortal realm as a ghost. She was told of the Goddess of Death that her Soul was too troubled to sleep.

So she has no other choice but to walk among the living whether she likes it of not.

She does not eat. She does not sleep. She is barely noticed by the living.

She doesn’t understand what went wrong, and why she was denied access to the other side.

She lives with Grim now. He offered to help her.

She doesn’t think he can, but the gesture was nice and she doesn’t know what else to do. So she walks with Grim.

[targaryensource]

Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation (2018) || Adversity

[mongoose-teeth]

Coerthas Western Highlands

(Ignore my character hovering around limply like a scruffed cat)

[snaill-dragon]

A Fragile dream

Oh boy. Hey! so, I redid another one of the prologues... I know I said I couldn't for a bit but my brother let me use his computer, so thanks him. this one, in my opinion, isn't that good. However given what I had to work with from before, know it could be worse/hj. this one is a lot more dark so tw: death, betrayal by a family member, and uhhhh, some briefly mentioned stuff about how two of the skywing hybrids who used to live in the sky kingdom but don't now for sad reasons. (also tumblr messed with the formatting *again*, nothing I can do about it, sorry)

Swiftfighter watched his sister out of the corner of his eye, she was sitting with Phoenix and Song, waiting for Paradise to arrive as well, he suspected. He thought that would be a good time to make his move, to ask her, Dream trusted Paradise, so she was more likely to leave the others alone when he was there. The group was perched on a few branches, above the edge of the crowd, Swift had to help carry Song up as she couldn’t fly yet, but the rainwing dragonet seemed comfortable up there. He had claimed he was going for snacks, but really he just needed a moment to breathe, to think about something other than his… job. And yet that’s all he found himself thinking of anyway. Swift shook his head a little, and decided to head throw the growing crowd of dragons to the festival's snack stands. This year they had imported some rock candies from the skywings he was sure Phoenix and Paradise would love, a reminder of a home they once had.

The line wasn’t long, and since Swift was big enough to be intimidating, dragons let him through the crowd without much issue. He grabbed a basket of the candy, dropping some coins on the table, and decided he would rather fly back over to his friends rather than move through the crowd again. He landed with a small creak on the wider branch Phoenix was also on, the skywing hybrids warmer scales brushed over him in greeting,

“Welcome back, what did you grab?” he asked eagerly, almost knocking Swift over in an attempt to peer into the basket.

“Phoenix,” Dream warned, and the slightly younger dragon pulled back as Swift handed the basket over to her. “Thank you, Swift.” She pulled out one of the colorful treats, and looked up at him again. “Whats this?”

“Rock candy, they got it from some skywings, figured he would like it.” Swift nodded in Phoenix’s direction, who had lit up.

“Can I have one?” he asked, already reaching out some talons, Dream handed him some red ones. Then reached back into the basket and offered a blue one to Song, the dragonet sniffed it for a second, before turning a disgusted shade of green and turning away.

“No.” she said, Dream sighed and decided to take a bite herself instead.

“Come on Song '' Phoenix insisted after swallowing, “you should try it, it's delicious.”

“No it's yucky.”

“You don’t know that if you haven’t tried it.” Swift added, he had gone out of his way to grab these, afterall. Dream glared at the pair of them,

“She doesn’t have to eat it if she doesn’t want to, you guys.” She said, and the subject

was dropped quickly, luckily just in time for a new prospect to come and ruin their conversation. A rainwing, much older than any of them, flew up and glowered at them.

“Move it along, dragonets, this is my spot.” He insisted, “I reserve it every year for the festival, as I’m sure you’ve seen.” Swift kinda glared at him, but followed without protest as Dream jumped off her branch, and he saw Phoenix grabbing Song before he dived after her. When they landed on the ground, they were quickly surrounded by other dragons, and Swift never saw where the other two landed. He looked around for a split second, before realizing he should probably take this moment to his advantage.

“Hey Dream… uh, can I show you something?”

“Hmm?” she asked, turning to look at him. “What is it?”

“Just on the outside of town, there were some odd rock formations I saw flying over this morning.” He lied, pointing in the direction he was meant to bring her.

“You think Stonecaller made them?”

“It's usually her, yes.” He agreed, the troublemaker was usually a pain in his neck, but he could use her to his advantage now. Dream sighed, rubbing her talons against her forehead,

“Great,” she muttered sarcastically, “I have to go deal with that later.”

“Actually I think we should go now,” Swift insisted, “someone could find them, with how many dragons are here.” Dream looked conflicted at his words,

“I suppose… but what about Song and Phoenix?”

“They can go for a few moments without us, isn’t part of raising them teaching them independence?”

“Well… yes.”

“Besides,” he nudged her in the right direction, and they started to try and shuffle through the crowd “Paradise might actually be here when we get back.” When I get back, he thought to himself, but he dismissed the thought, it had to happen.

“Maybe…” Dream agreed half-heartedly, she was probably worried about the others Swift suspected. He hurried her along before she could turn back, muttering apologies to anyone he moved by a little too fast. When they arrived, Dream turned to him.

“You're acting off, what's wrong Swift?” She asked, seeming more concerned than suspicious, he scoffed, his sister was always oblivious.

“I'm just worried,” he said, stalling now more than anything, any minute now. “About Stonecaller?”

“About me, really.”

“And why would you-” and then, with perfect comical timing, his sister keels over, a small dart sticking out of the back of her neck. A moment later there was a thump, and a large blue and red rainwing stood before him.

“Good job, Swift.” He nods, not looking at the newcomer and instead his sister. He reaches a talon over her neck,

“She’s just asleep right now right?”

“For now, oh and,” the dragon breaks off the gem embedded necklace Dream had been wearing, and hands it to him, “she won’t need this anymore.”

“...thanks.” He was pretty sure they knew he wasn’t actually thankful, but they nodded anyway, as slowly, at the now exposed part of her neck, Swift wrapped his talons around her.

“Make it quick, and she won’t feel a thing.”