So weeks ago when 7x02 aired and Hook said Emma was dealing with a fleet of baby dragons @ussjellyfish and I had a small conversation about how cute it would be if those baby dragons were actually Mal and Regina’s newborn hatchlings. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, so this happened. Here’s the story of how Henry met his new brother and sisters. Enjoy!
It was close to midnight when Henry Mills reappeared in Storybrooke, the flames of his portal lighting up Main Street as he ran through. He sucked in a breath of the cool night air and smiled, looking out at the sky and the stores and the street. Adventures were fun but there was nothing quite like coming home.
Ella wasn’t far behind him, her mouth dropping in awe when she took in her surroundings. It was her first time coming to Storybrooke and the astonishment in his wife’s eyes made Henry giddy.
Despite the late hour, he managed to get them a room at the inn. After making sure that Ella knew the general basics of electricity and running water he headed out toward Mifflin Street. Maybe he was being a little overeager but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to see his mother. He’d missed her.
Walking down the street he took in his surroundings with a sigh. Nothing big had changed but there were still some differences he took notice of. After five years, he really expected no less. It made him feel a little guilty knowing that he hadn’t been back in so long. Of course he wrote and kept up with his mothers through mirrors but it wasn’t the same as actually visiting. Shrugging his shoulders to himself, he supposed he’d make up for that over the next few months.
He was about to turn the corner to his street when a noise came down from above. Looking up he saw three dark shadows circling in the moonlight. When he squinted his eyes to get a better look his jaw dropped.
Baby dragons, given how small they appeared but dragons still.
His heart began to pound in his chest, freezing him in place as he took in their glittering scales and sharp claws. It took him a second to realize that they were actually circling him but when he did his mouth went dry. In the blink of an eye one flattened its wings and started to dive right at him with the speed of a fighter jet.
Instinctively he reached for the dagger at his side. He doubted it’d do much damage but he surely wasn’t going down without a fight.
By the time he’d unsheathed it the dragon had already flown down to his level, its claws merely inches from the ground as it headed toward him, still barreling at full speed. He gritted his teeth, bracing for impact when suddenly the dragon disappeared in a cloud of crimson smoke, letting out one final terrifying screech which turned into…giggles?
Henry narrowed his eyes, confused, when the distinct sound of childlike laughter reached his ears. His jaw dropped when from the smoke emerged a tiny little girl dressed in a nightgown that fluttered in the wind as she ran at him as fast as she could. Her little bare feet pounded against the pavement as she rushed up to him with a wide grin.
Blackthorne followed the teens gaze, nodding proudly. “Aye, we’re one of the top trappers in the region. We ‘ave traps fer every breed an’ cages for all sizes.“ She gave Lavi a hearty pat on the back and gestured him forward with a gentle push. “Lets get ye acquainted with the ship, kent ‘ave ye fallin inta one of the cages now kin we?” she chuckles.
She skirts around a criss-crossing of metal bars at the center of the ship as growls and hollow echoes seemed to wail from it. “Don’ mind them, they get a bit cranky when we’re late fer their feedin’ time.” —————————-
began with the upper deck, explaining the various weapons, nets and
chains - as well as chores - that sat laid out before them on the
massive galleon; answering any questions he had along the way. Any she
could not answer, or felt would take too much time, she directed to
other members of the crew - introducing him in the process, but
directing him along; those questions would have to wait.
she was sure he understood everything on deck, she led him to one of the
doorways on either side of the steps leading to officer and captains
quarters as well as the helm. There was no door, to speak of, just a
decent into darkness that eventually became tinged with the welcoming
flicker of lanterns.
Below deck smelled of people marinating in
their own fluids mingled with hay and tinged with the scent of dragons.
Scorched tables sat haphazardly on one side of the room, men and women
drinking and talking loudly in varied accents as they enjoyed their
break. Rows of dragon-hide hammocks and bunks adorned the other side of
the room, people, as well as medium sized dragons, napping in a few of
them, despite it being noon. Small canons were secured along the ports.
hide seemed to be a common-theme upon this ship, from covering the
masts and pillars in a protective layer, to adorning the men and women
who bustled around them, even to rugs that were nailed to the floors
A fledgling Deadly Nadder ran past them
dragging a large fish with it, from somewhere above deck foreign cursing
could be heard, but Blackthorne did not stop.
There was a deck
they breezed through reserved solely for stores of food and even
livestock This floor needed no explanation, but Blackthorne showed him
the various rooms of ingriedients before moving on to the next.
She lead the new recruit to another door, one covered in dragonhide,
heat wafted from it like a furnace and with it, the smell of fish and
dragon dung. Squawks and yowls drifted up in an endless cacophony to
greet them. Descending the stairs was much like descending into hell,
the heat and noise only getting worse the closer to the light they got.
This floor had likely once been a guests floor, but now cages - much
like various sized prison cells, lined the walls and filled the space.
Dragon hide covered the walls from ceiling to floor boards in patches.
In the cages paced various dragons from terrible terrors to Stingers.
“We keep the bigger ones down below.” Blackthorne stated as she opened some ports, letting in the sea breeze. She smiled, satisfied as some of the cries died down. “Wanna see ‘em?”
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Lavi nodded his head faintly at the declaration that Blackthorne’s crew were some of the best trappers of the local area. So he had heard, and so he’d gone to investigate. The size of her ship lent well to her claims.
His eye wanders curiously to the deck beams at the sounds echoing from below, and Tatsui uncurls herself slightly from his neck to arch and peer inward, flicking her tongue curiously.
He clicks his own tongue and rests a hand under her belly and guide her to settle back around his neck, petting warm scales, and follows Blackthorne at his own leisurely pace. Still, with his longer legs its easy enough to keep up.
He laughs a bit under his breath, humming contemplation at her words about falling into cages
❝ No, I suppose we can’t. Though I like to think I know my way well enough around them. ❞ He gives Tatsui a soft, idle belly scratch before falling silent, paying keen attention to everything Blackthorne chooses to show and speak of, and more importantly, the small things that she doesn’t.
That wasn’t to say she wasn’t at the very least informative if not outright hospitable, answering a good many of his curiosities, and he found it both odd and telling that she was so comfortable with talking so freely about the secrets of her trade. Confidence, perhaps. Not thinking less of him, maybe, but thinking much of herself and having little fear of true competition.
Its risky, but still at least somewhat commendable. From what he can see, such confidence isn’t mere bravado, and she has a large crew backing her. If any problems arise, she has more than just a little bit of back-up. Something he’ll definitely have to keep in mind and respect.
He noted with one sharp eye that much of the items below deck were made from the skins and parts of dragons. Dragon hide seemed the most common theme. Most prominent was the stink of Man, and Lavi was dare to say he hadn’t yet grown used to the pungent stink of Westerners.
He at least had the sense not to wrinkle his nose or make a face, only sniffing faintly and swiping the underside of his nose. More tolerable was the ting of smoke, charred wood, and dragon musk.
He noted that some of the dragons aboard the lower deck were free to roam, likely tamed, and the tables, walls, and other odd corners bore the marks of at least a dozen stray blasts long ago put out.
He dodged slightly aside when the young Nadder came racing through, and seeing as Blackthorne hardly gave it a glance, he’d hazard this to be a normal occurrence. That, in its own small way, was somewhat of an uplifting, even promising thought, that there was at least some sense of coexistence with dragons among these trappers.
He could not say that of all that he’d come across before.
Passing through the store room, he made note of the ingredients Blackthorne mentioned in passing, some familiar and others entirely foreign, nodding his head as he mentally catalogued them all to memory. They might come in handy later, depending on how long he chose to stick around and make use of himself.
Descending into the lower decks, he noticed the rise in temperature straight away, and the loud din of dragon voices soon after. Tatsui once more partially uncoiled herself and bobbed upright like an arched snake, flicking her tongue with interest.
By the time Blackthorne got around to opening one of the port hatches to let cooler air in, his brow was faintly dotted with sweat and the sudden chill made him shiver just a bit. The breeze was nice, and from the quieting sounds of the dragons he guessed they felt the same relief.
He nodded his head at her with a meek smile, looking very interested.
Rumbelle was the reason that I made a Tumblr account. Because I had finished OUAT over the summer and no one I knew that watched the show shipped Rumbelle. So all summer I went on Tumblr without an account and just searched Rumbelle posts and filming pictures. Then finally, after the promo came out and I was literally flipping my lid, I finally gave in and made an account.