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Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 13

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~Chapter 13~

With Tino’s power combined with yours, it wasn’t hard to burst out of the Golden Sentinel’s grip and go flying into the snow.

“______________, you’ll have to trust me on this one,” Tino hastily spoke through your thoughts. “My powers require you to completely cope with my control so I can adjust to your body. Without your cooperation, we’re not much better off than if I was never a part of you at all.”

Let your powers adjust, trust your instincts, you summarized. Got it.

“Then let’s do this.”


The first wave of power gave off a fiery pulse that reminded you of what had happened when you had opened the oven back at home too soon. A warm gush of searing energy had shot into your eyes and sent your nostrils flaring with condensation. At the time, you had thought that was what it was like to be right in front of the open mouth of a dragon.

Nothing, could compare to this.

If this was what Tino had called your body adjusting to his powers, you weren’t sure if your body was doing a good job. For starters, it was like your heart was going too fast for its own good; it might have very well just popped out of your ribcage and fell steaming into the snow in a curdled, bloody red blob of a pile. Then there were your hands and feet. You didn’t understand the sensation at first, but if you had looked back, you would have first described the feeling on your hands as needles, needles stabbing every single millimeter of your skin over and over and over again until you would lose control of all nerves in each of your fingers. The same could be said about your feet, but by some unimaginable force of will, you remained standing. Thank the gods Tino was in control at this point.

What got to you was that he wasn’t saying anything through all of this. You hadn’t expected Tino to be able to sense the same pain you had, but he had to be at least reading some of your thoughts of distress. This wasn’t fun and games. This wasn’t make-believe with your friends back at the village. You weren’t pretending to be all-powerful dragons who would easily shoot fire and ice from their hands at will. Not a bit. This was real. It wasn’t magical at first. It was torture. You would have done anything to stop the pain if it wasn’t because of Mathias. No one should have had to go through something like this.

But, in time—and you were assuming the duration was no more than a few seconds—the needles and had stopped and were replaced with fire singing your skin and threatening to dig little bubbles of hot gas from underneath in blisters. Of all the elements of this so-called “adjusting,” you weren’t able to see a single smidgen of it. The entire time, your eyes were shot on Mathias, watching him fight away arrows and swords single-handedly. His swordsmanship was unmatched, but even a dragon had limits, and Mathias was no exception to sheer numbers.

Tino, hurry! you screamed.

The Eye of the Topaz Blizzard did not respond. He was lost somewhere deep inside your rapidly beating heart. At this point, your hands turned from a torturous fire to a brutally freezing temperature of ice. And then, everything came back at once: the needles, the fire, and the cold. Pain and more pain stacked and mixed into one another like some unbearable, masochistic brew.

Was this what it felt like to use his powers? Had Tino always experienced the same pain you were feeling whenever he felt a need to use magic? Or was this just part of the “adjustment?”

You were about to find out.

“Jump, ______________.”

You jumped without hesitation. Something shot out of your hand. At least…you think it did. Rather, it just felt like your hand had just been crushed with a hundred cubes of ice.

All the while, you had been running. As instructed by Tino, you had jumped, your momentum carrying you forward. When you had landed on your feet, gone was the dry snow you had been walking on for so long; it was now replaced with a hard sheet of ice. It was then that you realized you were sliding on it with nothing but your own hands and body to balance you.

“Tino, I can’t see!” you gasped.

“I remember this place from your sight earlier, ________________,” Tino said. “You’ll have to trust me.”

Easier said than done. It was one thing to trust a dragon to use his powers through your body correctly; it was another to exercise those powers while you were blind and with a complete lack of coordination.

Amazing as it was, you could bring yourself to comprehend just how fast you were going. Your hood had flown off your head, and little ice crystals stung your eyes. There was no point in keeping your eyes open so you shut them and let Tino do the sliding.

And then…

“Jump, ______________.”

You obeyed.

Another feeling of your hands being crushed by bricks of ice came shooting back to you. Something sounded out like a tinkling chime of icicles mixed with a large metal basin being struck.

Somewhere, someone screamed in surprise. Through Mathias’ eyes, you saw nothing but a brilliant rainbow of winter colors and a flurry cloud of snow showering throughout the forest. In his distraction, someone came at him from his blind spot. By the time he came into Mathias’ peripheral vision, you had warned him too late, and the hunter’s sword was about to be brought down upon his head when—

Ksshaaahh!

An explosion of ice and light came hurling out of nowhere, and when Mathias opened his eyes to see what had happened, the hunter had been suspended in the air frozen from his head to his feet and all the way to the ground where he had leapt.

“Is that all of them?” you panted, only, it wasn’t your voice doing the talking; it was Tino’s.

“Yeah, I think so,” Mathias panted. “Ah, thanks for coming back in time to see my amazing sword-fighting abilities.”

You frowned. That time, it was both you and Tino.

“Mathias,” you growled. You could feel your body’s functions returning to you. “I just saved your behind, and you thank me for coming back to witness how you were nearly killed?”

“Well, it was a good show, at least,” the dragon laughed. He really could be clueless and insensitive sometimes.

“Honestly, Mathias…” you sighed. “I just went through a terrible physical ordeal to save you. The least you could do is thank me for that.”

“I thought I already did,” the dragon replied in a chime of a response. “And besides, by ‘terrible physical ordeal,’ if you were referring to that little run and jump thingy you did with Tino’s powers, that’s nothing compared to what Tino can do.”

“Are you kidding?!” you yelled. “Just because you don’t know any dragon’s magic doesn’t give you any right to say it’s easy! Because it isn’t!”

“But Tino was controlling you the entire time,” Mathias noticed.

“Ah, he has a point there,” Tino agreed.

“I…”

You capitulated.

“Fine. Let’s just…” You sighed. “Let’s just get out of here. Who knows if there are any more hunters around.”

“Wait.”

You watched through Mathias’ eyes as he looked over your shoulder at Berwald who had caught up. Just how fast had that little adjustment of yours been?

“The dragon’s blood,” the Golden Sentinel reminded you.

“Of course!” Mathias burst out. “How could we ever hope to abandon a fellow dragon in need? We must progress onward to rescue our friend!”

You and Berwald both wore disgruntled expressions. If the cut you had made on Mathias’ cheek wasn’t there to raise a red flag up to the dragon hunters, his own mouth would act as a beacon enough. For a dragon who couldn’t change into…well…a dragon, the Blade of the Ruby Seas sure could give away his position as...well...a dragon.

“It shouldn’t be too far if the dragon hunters were around here,” Berwald said.

“I’d think so,” you agreed. “Let’s look around the river again.”

“I’ll lead the way!” Mathias volunteered earning rolling eyes from both physically present members of your little party.

As predicted, the source of the purple fluid was not far away from the battle site you and the others had just come from. What you hadn’t predict was what the source actually was.

“What in Eliatha…?” you whispered. “What is this?”

“Aw, you’ve got to be kidding!” Mathias groaned, tossing his hands towards the sky in frustration. “No dragon?! Really?!”

“Hmm. Must be just something they saved as bait,” Berwald deduced as he approached the vat of steaming purple liquid. You followed behind him, now switching from his eyes to Mathias’ so you could watch your step.

When you had reached the jar, you switched back to Berwald and looked at the contents, your nose plugged between your index finger and thumb.

Bleugh…” you groaned. “Who in Eliatha would want to carry something like this around? It’s rancid.”

Dear, dear, dear,” Tino said. “This is quite unpleasant. Oh, but I do realize something.”

Yeah?

“The smell. It’s somewhat familiar.”

Familiar? How so?

“I feel like I’ve smelled someone’s dragon blood that was in this same scent. We’re not all the same, you know. Depending on our diets, our blood will have a different smell. It’s the same as you humans have the same...well…you know…”

Too much information
, you frowned.

“Excuse my vulgar inconsideration,” Tino apologized indirectly.

“You are excused,” you said aloud.

“You say something, _____________?” Mathias piped up.

“Just talking to Tino.”

“Oh!” Tino suddenly burst into your head.

You flinched. “By the gods, Tino! Don’t do that!”

“What’d he say? What’d he say?” Mathias asked.

“Hang on…” You held up a hand indicating you didn’t want him to speak while you listened to your thoughts.

“Ten years ago, during the Dragonheart’s voyage, we came across a sea serpent.”

“Oh, yes, the sea serpent story,” you nodded. You had often wondered about how that must have been like seeing such a rare—and possibly extinct—creature burst out from the ice and chase down Mathias and the others at breakneck speed. As the stories went, it was said to have been Tino who had delivered the final blow to the sea serpent before it finally died, though you had never been too sure of how that went about.

“Oh oh oh!” Mathias burst out. “I remember that! Yes! That’s why this smell is so familiar!”

Oh. So Mathias could smell it, too.

“Ah, that was one intense ride,” he sighed in a far-off way. From Berwald’s eyes, it looked as though he wasn’t particularly unsettled by the large vat of purple blood still pouring into the river. Just as you thought to mention it, Berwald repositioned the vat so the blood stopped coming out. That problem was fixed.

“There I was, left alone as ~~~~~~~~~~ and Lukas were tossed high into the sky by the ferocious sea serpent,” Mathias told you.

Wait…is he…?

“He’s storytelling…”
Tino confirmed.

“A-vast on the cold river of ice I was!” the Bad-at-Reading-the-Scene dragon continued. “There I was, alone, cold, and hungry. I was clinging onto the little makeshift boat of a destroyed caravan with dear life as the sea serpent turned its attention toward me. And then! I struck and slashed

(Mathias took the liberty of acting out his story with a stick he found on the ground.)

at the beast with whatever strength I still had inside my feeble human form!”

Did this happen? you wondered.

“I wasn’t there, so I can’t be sure,” Tino replied to your thoughts.

“I fought valiantly with my unparalleled finesse and courage. There were times when I thought the monster had me, but no! I persevered, and in the end, it paid off for lo and behold, a shining star flew down from the heavens. And wouldn’t you know it? That star was none other than the Dragonheart and the Eye of the…Ah, the name’s too long—They came shooting down like a comet without a tail, and slid down a magnificent arch of ice that sparkled like dazzling crystals!”

Ooh.

“But that wasn’t all! They had accidentally misjudged their angle and came skidding in too far and collided with my makeshift boat of a destroyed a caravan.”

“I don’t remember that part.”

“…And then…[blah] and [blah blah blah]! Suddenly, Tino was [blah] and ~~~~~~~~ was out of commission.

“Then I took my mighty sword, leapt up with all of my might, and brought my blade down upon the sea serpent’s skull. The entire trench showered in a rich purple rain splattering everything from the water to myself. It took weeks to get the purple stain of dragon’s blood out, but I never forgot the smell. And here we are at the same source!”

“That didn’t happen.”

“What makes you think this is the same sea serpent’s blood and not a dragon’s?” you asked. “There are hundreds of dragons out there now. One of them must have the same scent.”

“No, I distinctly remember the odor and color. This is the sea serpent’s blood,” Mathias dogmatically replied.

“At least he’s telling the truth about that,” Tino said.

Berwald didn’t look convinced as he hadn’t been mentioned in the story at all. You decided to take the liberty of relaying Tino’s message to him.

“Tino says he’s telling the truth.”

“A shame,” the Golden Sentinel responded.  There was a high chance that he was scowling, but it was hard to tell through Mathias’ eyes since he was too busy looking at his reflection in the clearing river.

“So should we continue upstream?” you suggested. “Or should we blindly take a different path?”

“There were hunters off the trail so who’s to say there won’t be more in the future?” Berwald replied.

“You have a point…” You thought to ask Mathias. “Mathias, what’s your opinion?”

“Hmpf!” the dragon snorted. Rather immature of him to do so.

“I tooold you we should have gone left from the very beginning, but noooo! You guys had to disagree with me. I’ll forgive you this once because it gave me an opportunity to demonstrate some of my amazing swordsmanship.”

“That again?” you groaned. “Never mind. Fine. I have a proposition. If I let one of you choose on your own, I’m afraid we’d get out of this place one dragon short. For now, we’ll go by Mathias’ decision, and if it turns out that his decision was wrong, then we’ll go by Berwald’s decision. Good enough?”

“Really?” Mathias beamed. By the look of things, it was almost as though Berwald was seeing red through his eyes.

“Yes! Just you wait, _________________! I’ll show you what being a true traveling dragon is all about!”

“Quit shooting your mouth off about being a dragon,” you growled. “It’s foolish! I don’t want to have to go saving your sorry behind again!”

“Trust me, _______________, you’ll never have to on this journey,” the dragon assured you with a gleaming smile.

You were unconvinced, but nevertheless, you thought this would be the best way to go about this.

“Alright, then you two—or three! Whatever! Let’s head for that billowing stack of smoke clouds!”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What smoke clouds?”

“The ones over there!”

You switched to Mathias’ eyes on cue. Indeed, there were little black lets of smoke drifting into the sky. Unlike the large fires your village had made during Dragonrise, this smoke looked different. Sinister even. There was something off about the dark color that made you feel that something dreadful was waiting at the source.

“Are you sure, Mathias?” you waveringly asked. “There are other paths.”

“Where’s there’s smoke, there’s fire* so there must be someone who started that fire! Humans! Where there are humans—or even dragons—we’ll get one step closer to finding out how to get my body back in shape. I don’t think they’re dragon hunters. We just fought some.”

That logic makes no sense.

“Not many things that come out of Mathias’ mouth do,”
Tino elaborated. “Though, I am a bit curious: why did you let Mathias pick first instead of the Golden Sentinel?”

Because if Berwald was wrong, we’d never heard the end of it from Mathias; whereas, if we do it this way, Mathias will be right, and that will be that. If he turned out to be wrong, then Berwald would get the satisfaction of knowing Mathias was wrong. This way, he will never be initially incorrect about his decision.


Tino didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Sounds confusing at first, but I understand it now. Interesting way to go about it, I suppose. I can only imagine ~~~~~~~~~~ would have been trying to butt heads with the dragons whenever she could. I’m afraid it has something to do with being around the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames.”

I don’t think I’d be surprised after seeing what sort of per—dragon Lukas can be.

“But…that aside, we’re not going to follow the river anymore?” you asked for clarification.

“Nope,” Mathias answered. “We’re going to head for the smoke. Simple as that.”

“Simple as far as your brain can process,” Berwald said, but his insult didn’t register in Mathias’ simple-minded way of thinking.

“Onward, then!”

“We’re just going to leave the blood here?”

“There’s nothing else we can do about it. We can’t eat it (that’d be cannibalism) or take it with us. It’d just slow us down. But…” Mathias ran his fingers though his hair. “It’s interesting how it’s here. I never thought I’d see something from ten years ago lying around in the far east like this. Makes me wonder where the rest of the sea serpent is now.”

You wrinkled your nose. “And you make me think I don’t want to know. Let’s be off. I can’t stand the smell anymore.”

Mathias then led the way. Berwald didn’t seem as upset about your decision as before. In times like this, it might have been nice to know what he was thinking. One could never be too sure about what went on in that head of his.

Oh. Before I forget…Tino, thank you for lending me your powers.

“Not at all. Thank
you for showing me what a capable vessel you are.”

Pardon?

“Out of all of the vessels I’ve had, I’ve never quite been able to use my magic through a human before. You’re the first. Consider yourself honored.”

I don’t know what’s so honoring about having to experience that kind of pain every time you use magic
, you unenthusiastically thought. Is it going to be like this every time?

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that, ________________. I honestly don’t know. But this is a breakthrough. We should practice using magic as often as we can. Who knows? It could be useful down the road.”


Upon mentioning that, you looked over at Mathias through Berwald’s eyes. He appeared to be fine, but with dragons traveling through dragon hunter terrain in tow, one could never be too sure about anything.

Yes, I think we should get to practicing as soon as possible.
Trying to adjust to my old schedule.

*Taken from that awful CD-i game, Hotel Mario. Awful cutscenes, awful game.

Axis Powers: Hetalia and its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekazu.
This story and picture belong to me, *GydroZMaa.

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"Where theres smoke, there's fire"
Me: *facepalm*