A/N: Reposted, with many mistakes fixed. Sorry about that :-/
Disclaimer: How to Train Your Dragon belongs to Dreamworks, and Cressida Cowell.
Snowflakes danced in the gentle breeze as the first rays of dawn crept over the horizon. The sleepy village nestled on the rocky island slowly began to stir as its inhabitants made ready for the new day. In one particular house overlooking the entire settlement, a particularly large man was going through the process of extricating himself from his sleeping pallet. While his bulk made him impressive to look at, especially in battle, it was vastly uncooperative when it came to delicate operations.
Such as getting out of bed.
Finally succeeding, the well-built Chieftain sighed at the silence of the house. Normally there would be a particular fishbone and his dragon creating ruckus to oppose the Ragnorok downstairs. Today? Silence. His son, the aforementioned fishbone was leading a scouting expedition to the mainland, and had been doing so for the last two weeks. The boy's overgrown salamander however, was curled up in front of the fire, deep in hibernation.
With a sigh, Stoick opened the door and went about his business. Only fourteen more days till the Hiccup returned.
Across the sea, a smallish boy with a longish name was also preparing for the day ahead. Emerging from his tent, he observed the gentle snoring coming from the four of the five tents arrayed in a circle before him. Running a hand through his auburn hair, he paused.
Suddenly, Hiccup spun around, crouching as he did so. A snowball passed just above his head.
'mornin' Hiccup.' This from the smiling flaxen-haired girl before him. 'How did you sleep?'
'By the GODS Astrid! That is NOT a good way to say good morning!' exclaimed Hiccup as he slowly straightened back up, his leg protesting from the sudden, forceful exercise. 'but well thank you.' He surveyed the area, and the goofy smile reserved for his girlfriend, was replaced by an infinitely more sinister one. 'Now let's get these lazy trolls up and about'.
Both teens grinned maniacally at this, and proceeded to put their Fiendishly Clever Plan into action.
A few minutes and a lot of surprised and angry yelling later, the members of the scouting party were assembled, all very surprised, all very angry, and all looking fiercely at the two teens standing before them.
Or trying to look fierce.
It is a little known fact that it is very hard to look fierce when you have egg yolk dripping from your helmet, as Ruffnut and Tuffnut were just finding out. And while it is even harder to look fierce when your face is covered in honey and pine needles, Snotlout was doing an admirable job. Fishlegs on the other hand looked pristine, as neither Hiccup nor Astrid wanted to creep into the tent of a mountain of muscle who slept with a war hammer the size of their head.
After a bit of fast talking on Hiccup's part, the teens had cleaned up, broken camp, and were ready to get on with their day. As they journeyed along the coast towards the small fishing village they had seen the day before, there was no indication that this particular day would be any different to the ones before. That is until the village came into view.
The party stopped and stared, stunned by the swirling crimson flames and the swirling black smoke rising from what was once an idyllic seaside town. There was no doubt who could have done this; their ships were still in the harbour. The scourge of the seas: Romans.
A/N: Thoughts? Loved it? Hated it? Made you want to study for Exams? Surely it couldn't have been that bad… Tell me what you think.
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Brazen Wildebeest