Literature
VORE STORY: The Island of the Skullions Part 1
This was definitely not Berk.
The wind that echoed through the red–rock quarries here was warm and dry, there was little shade to speak of, and Hiccup was almost sweating in his flight harness as he sat perched up on a stone by the sea, watching Toothless dive in the ocean for fishes not far off. Probably not so great for his flight equipment, but it was never a good plan to argue with a hungry dragon. He might eat your boots out of spite.
Well, the one boot, anyway…
Hiccup bit his lip, scanning the horizon again, charcoal hovering idly over a few halfhearted notes on the weather (hot) and really not much else. For a supp