Toothless was certain that the Vikings wouldn’t have a clue how to cure the moonblinked. It was possible that they had recorded several cases over the years but the end results would have been grim, after all the only way for a victim to recover from this aliment was with the aid of a nightfury or a dragon of equal fire. He knew this- and he never asked why he did. On his return it seemed that Castiel had recovered in the time he was gone. Perhaps just now, with the way she was staring at her daughter and clutching Hiccup’s arm. He’d come in just in time to hear Hiccup assure Castiel that Ava was in fact alive and they were working on finding the cure. Toothless put the horn down as his mate approached, nodding towards it with a rumble that signified that this was what they needed. 

He watched her speed away as Hiccup straightened, the chair scraping against the floor. It drew his attention and he slunk over to his rider- sniffing at Ava’s prone form before nudging Hiccup. “Hey bud. Your battle was a success?” Hiccup fumbled with the straps of the saddle, the moisture binding the leather. “What was that you brought back with you?” Toothless barked and rattled his wings, causing Hiccup to hold tighter to the saddle. “The…” Hiccup bite off the rest of the words and pull the small knife from his arm guard, slicing through the leather and letting the ruined saddle slid off. “That’s why Aurora rushed off.” Toothless barked again in excitement as Hiccup collected himself taking Castiel‘s hand with both of his and squeezing tight, “Ava is going to be alright.”

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The moment his mother burst into the room Blizzard jerked, eyes wide with alarm. Her appearance was sudden and without warning- her moments purposeful as she hurried to healer. “Mum,” He dropped the fat tome he’d been… skimming, in a hurry to get through it so he could actually do something useful but now she was here. Maybe it meant Ava was worse or that his father was injuried? “Is dad back?”