Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything, character or etc, from the movie "How to train your dragon." I am new at this so bear with me... Tuff-x-Hicca
Berk, an old viking village. A home filled with the meanest, toughest, and to be honest, not the smartes warriors you cold meet. Berk spends most of the year in winter. Save for a few moons in summer. Though it's an old village, all the houses are new. Why? Well, thanks to our nightly visits from our "pests" we spend most days rebuilding our village. Now I'm sure you're wondering what kind of "pests" could cause enough damage to keep us rebuilding our homes daily? The answer is simple. Dragons.
Since as far as the story can be told, the village of Berk as been fighting off dragons from destorying our home from being burned to ash and having our live-stock stolen to this very day. There are numerous types of dragons. Terrible Terrors, Nadder Heads, Monsterous Nightmares, and the deadly and rarely known of, Night Fury, but that is another story. So lets get more into detail on those scaley beasts as the come.
The people of Berk come in many different shapes and sizes of their own. The better known corp of this village for starters is "Stoick the Vast." He is the biggest and strongest of all the vikings on this island, though he isn't know to be the brighest. His faithful and loyalest friend, with the inner changeable hand, is Gobber. He is the villages' forge and smith owner. He crafts and mends all the weapons in Berk. For awhile now I have been working as his apprentice. Who am I you ask? I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Better known as "Hiccup the Useless." Great nick name, right? I'm known by such a name because no matter how much I wish to help my viking brothers and sisters in the war against the nightly unslaught of dragons, I only seem to make things worse. Much worse. Not only that, but I am not the strongest viking in the village, nor the tallest if I must admit. Yep, as most would put it, I'm probably the most unviking teen in the whole village. Anyway...
There is also the twins. Even for teenagers they are known as the two most annoying and short temptered vikings you could meet. Ruffnut and her brother, Tuffnut. When you see them, if there not fighting with each other they're, well, there really isnt a time when they aren't trying to kill one another. Then comes Fishlegs. He is the meanest looking and lagest teen in the village. Amazingly enough he is also the nicest, though his appearance would say otherwise. He is also one of the nerdest as well. He knows more about dragons then any other person in all of Berk.
Next, comes Snotlout. He's my cousin. All he cares about is killing things. He tends to get over "dramatic" from time to time. Finally, there is Astrid. She is the most beautiful and terrifying girl in our age group. She spends most of her days training. She wields a double headed axe for what seems like 24/7. No kidding. She takes being a viking very serious. She is the most skilled, and did I mentation beauitful, in all of Berk for her age.
As I walked thourgh the village of Berk, I cursed myself for not grabbing a thicker winter coat. Of all the places to build a home, the people of Berk had to pick a place where it was winter almost all the time! As another chill worked its way up my spine, I sparred a glance around the village. Most of the people were busy rebuilding their homes from the latest dragon raid. I turned my gaze back ahead of me, to the forge. I wasn't looking too forward to work today, knowing that we had closed for two days and the work had more than likely piled. As I lifted yet another, in my opinion, overly sized and heavy sword from the coal pit, I heard Gobbler waddling in.
"Hey there, Hiccup!" The peg-legged man said as he waved his hook at me. "Working hard I bet." "You know it." I replied my usual monotone voice. "Awh, now Hiccup, what's bitten your bottom this morning?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that I've been here since dawn, it's freezing outside, or maybe the fact that my dad is still mad about the tourch incedent." Without meaning to I went into yet another rant about how my life never seemed to go my way. Gobber just let out a sigh and gave me a smile.
"Since it's nearly noon and you've been working hard all morning, why don't you take the rest of the day off and head to the mead hall for some lunch." Before I could say anything Gobber had picked me up with his hook and set me just out the door of the forge. "Now you go eat and I'll see later on then." With a final smile he turned, heading back to finish off what was left of the unmelded weapons, closing the door behind him.
Suddenly not really felling too hungry I decided to head out to 'Raven's Peak.' It seemed to be the only place I could clear my mind and not damage anything. Before I decided to head out to said place, I started back to my house to retrieve my scatch book. With a suddenly free schedule I decide it was the best time to start up on some knew sketches.
As I existed my home, what seemed as a turn of good luck went sour, as I saw the twins heading my way. 'Great,i thought, another belittling fest courtesy of Tuffnut and Ruffnut.' "Hey there half pint!" Tuffnut yelled with a wave and a snicker. As the two closed in on me Ruffnut moved with a swiftness you wouldn't think a wild girl like her could have, she swipped my sketch book and began turning through the pages. Angered, I made a grab for it, she easily pulled away from my reach and now dangled the book above my head, but just out of my reach. They both started to chuckle.
"What's the matter shorty?" Ruffnut said. "Can't reach it?" Tuffnut chimmed in. "Can you just give it back?" I asked with a roll of my eyes. Ruffnut caught the roll easily, though I never meant to try to hide it either. "Why don't you make me shorty?" She replied in a bit of a snarl. I knew how this was gonna go. Ruffnut would belittle me till I got thourghly riled up and Tuffnut would more than like throw me to the ground. The usual. "Why do you both insist on picking on me. Yes, I know I'm the shortest one in the village. Ha ha. Now can I PLEASE have my sketch book back?" I made sure to stress the word please hoping it would be enough to please Ruffnut into handing me my book. How wrong I was.
"OOPS!" She said in mock sorrow has she tossed my book into a melted puddle of slush and ice. I dashed to it, but as I pulled it into my grasp, I could tell the book was already soaked and ruined. I glared up at her as she laughed. "Awh are you mad? Whatcha gonna do SHORTY?" As she said this she pulled at the last wrong. making it draw out in an unnessary way. I just glared at her harder. My eyes jumping to Tuffnut for a split second, after noticing he haddn't jumped in yet to bully me like usual.
In that second I noticed he was staring at my soaking sketch book. The look on his face was one I never saw before. Not on either of the twins, anyway. The look was crossed between sorrow and a pained look. Like his puppy just die or something. I quickly pulled my gaze off him as his eyes slowly lifted to meet mine. I felt a strange feeling churning in my gut. I turned quickly and dashed off. Heading to 'Raven's Peak' as I had planned to survey the total damage my sketch book had taking. Hopefully not ALL the pages were ruined.
I flipped thourgh the pages of my sketch book, being careful with the soggy pages as to not tear them. It was basically ruined. Majority of the pages were so soaked that the ink was running. Making the images unreadable. I started frowning. 'Great. There goes some of my best drawings. Why does everyone have to pick at me? So what if I'm the smallest or the weakest. Doesn't mean they gotta wreak all my stuff.' Hiccup started to sniffle. His eyes began to burn. He knew he was gonna end up crying, but that didn't stop him from atleast trying to be strong and hold them back. The last thing he need wast to go home with a reddened face. His father would know he had been crying and scold him for not being a man. The just that thought was enough to make his tears fall. Even his own father didn't seem to view him as much more than a bother.
With a russel of the leaves and a few snaps of twigs, Hiccup realized someone was apporaching him. Wiping his face quickly on his sleave, Hiccup slowly turned his head and looked behind him to see who was coming. Blonde. Tall. Silver eyes. Wonderful, it was Tuffnut, but Ruffnut was nowhere in sight. With a sniffle, Hiccup gripped his scatch book and pulled it to his chest. Protectfully. "What do you want now?" There was anger in his voice and he hoped he didn't sound like he had just been crying. He was trying to sound angry. Not like a baby. "Where's Ruffnut? Hiding in the trees, ready to pounce again?"
"Off terrorizing the rest of Berk, no doubt." The Blonde said as he walked up to the smaller, younger boy. Stoping just behind Hiccup, Tuffnut just stared at the boy. Hiccup felt the intense gaze on the back of his head. His mind flashed to the events that happened earlier. Remembering the strange look Tuffnut was giving his book. His grip tighten as he replied. "So, what do you want now?" Silence. Hiccup knew Tuffnut was still behind him. He could still feel that gaze on him.
Suddenly without warning, a smack came to the back of Hiccups head. Turning with a glare at the male twin, ready to yell at the boy, he stopped. Moouth open and eyes wide. Tuffnut was holding a Book inches from Hiccups face. Not just any book. It was a sketchbook. A brand new one in fact. It was green. Like his eyes. A bright emarld green, unlike the "ruined" one, which was a dirty brown. Hiccups gaze left the book and flew to Tuffnuts, but the boy was looking off to the side. Avoiding looking at Hiccup at all. Was that a light blush spread across the tall blonde's face? Hiccup couldn't be sure. Tuffnut was standing right in the sun almost making it impossible to know for sure.
With a jerk of Tuffnuts wrist, the book edged closer to Hiccups face. A gesture that said 'take the damn thing already.' Hiccup slowly took hold of the book. Turning slightly more to face Tuffnut. His leggs propped under him as he laid on his left thigh. He peaked out the corner of his eye up at Tuffnut, who was now looking at him. He turned his sights back to the green book in his hands.
"Why?" Hiccup asked as a confused look took over his features. Tuffnut glanced down at the smaller boy. His eyes were red. He had been cry when he was walking up. It wasn't the first time he had caught the boy either. First time he had done anything though. "Cause," He started, not sure if he should be honest or not. "Cause your mom gave you that sketch book before she died, right?" Before any other words were passed, Tuffnut turned and took off back to Berk. His mind racing, but one thought remained. 'I should have lied.'