The Twins

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This, is Berk, it's a small island, anything that grows here is tough, tasteless, it's about ten leagues east of Butt fuck nowhere and a few degrees south of freeze your ass off, but the people love it here, the fish are plentiful and the grass makes some pretty fat ass livestock, the mountain gives a great view and the forest has plenty of interesting shit in it the only problem? The pests, some people have Grizzly Bears of Siberian Wolves, we have-

"Ah shit." I closed the door. "Great." The door started to warm up before the Nightmare fire went out. "Another fucking Dragon Raid."

"At least you get to work at the smithy, Dad gets pissed whenever I leave the house during a raid." My sister, a short, about 5' flat girl with platinum blonde hair tied up in a braid that reached her knees, which she always wrapped around her neck like a scarf and the sides of her head were shaved, she wore a tight black sleeveless tunic, a pair of tight white leather pants dark grey leather boots, steel arm guards a white fur lined hood and a circlet, as always her green eyes shone in the fire light of our house.

"Your fault there Misty!" I shouted as I left, closing the door on her return expletives, her full name was Misty Stoicksdoitter Clan Haddock

I rolled my eyes at her complaint, she worked at the Smithy just like I did, but Dad didn't let her leave the house during a raid because she usually tried charging a Nightmare or something with her twin hunting daggers. I opened he door and stepped out only to slip on the blood of a Nadder next to the walk way. One of the Freedmen ran up to me.

"RAAAAA! Mornin'!" He said cheerfully before charging at a Zibbleback, as he ran off I caught my reflection in his axe blade, I was roughly 6' with black hair cut in a short mohawk with a pair of short braids that reached the nape of my neck at the back, green eyes a muscular, not exactly bulky, frame and a light coating of chin fuzz, I had meant to shave this morning, and I wore a sleeveless dark green tunic, black fur vest, black pants, a pair of black leather boots with armor plating on them, and a pair of simple iron forearm guards along my arms were a pair of tattoos, on my shoulders were a pair of the Tribe's icon, from those emblems' eyes a pair of black bars came down, spiraling in opposite directions before ending in in the bottom corners of the heads of a a pair of double headed axes on the back of my hands.

I shook my head, stood up and ran for the forge, as I did I got stares from the other Vikings I passed and several comments. "Get back inside!" "Get inside!" "What are yeh doin' out?" Then I was blown off my path…really just forced to divert, by a Gronckle blast.

Then I was picked up by my father by the scruff of my shirt. The man was a 7' tall and 4' wide, monolith of muscle, beard and furs, otherwise known as Stoick the Vast Clanhead Haddock. "Stiff! What are you doin' out agai-? What is he doin' out?" My name, was Stiff the Berserker Stoicksson Clanheir Haddock. After Dad asked that he tossed me at a shorter man with a peg leg, Metal tooth and currently a blacksmith's Hammer in place of a hand. "Gobber! Get him to the forge!" Y'see Dad has been a wee bit protective of me and my sister since Mom died in a Dragon raid 14 years ago, especially so since my sister got her face slashed open while taking on a Nadder and I almost got my gutted by a Monstrous Nightmare…while we were ten…yeah, the two of us had a significant lack of self preservation instincts.

"Gotcha Stoick." Then Gobber grabber be by my collar and dragged me into the forge.

After a brief argument I was handed a sword and got to sharpening. After a few minutes of working on that sword, there came a pair of familiar shrieks in the air. "NIGHT FURY! ICE GALE! GET DOWN!" Then a pair of blasts, the first froze one of the Catapult towers, the next blew that tower to pieces in a blast of purple fire.

"Hold down the fort Stiff, they need me out there." Gobber said as he changed his smith's hammer out for a massive two headed axe and charged out with a Viking war cry.

"Pssst! Stiff! Let's go get that Shrieking Death Pair eh?" I heard misty whisper from behind me as she rolled a cart with her bola launcher on it past me with my own launcher on top of her folded up one…both made solely for the purpose of shooting down fast moving high flying dragons. I grabbed the crossbow like contraption, it had to pairs of vertical spring loaded metal ballista arms with a pair of strings going from the tips of each pair of arms and down into a tube along the main body of the large weapon. We ran out into a field, passing the fire patrol, the only other pair of twins our age, Ruffnut Tuffnut Clan Thorston, Snotlout Clan Jorgenson, our ass of a Cousin, Fishlegs the scribe in training as with all of the Ingerman Clan, Markus Freedman, and Astrid Clan Hofferson. I shoot myself out of my dazed staring at Astrid and ran after my sister, who had shook off her staring faster than I had, Well she was staring at Markus, but whatever.

Misty set up her Bola launcher and I braved myself and shouldered the stock on mine. Another pair of strikes by the Night Fury and Ice Gale and we both fired at the same time, and both Dragons went down.

Then, as we went to track and kill the two beasts, we turned to see a Monstrous Nightmare glaring at us. Not wanting end up gutted on the floor and seeing that heartbroken look on Dad's face as I was close to bleeding out…again, and also being rather protective of my sister, I grabbed Misty by the hood threw her over my shoulder and started running from the beast.

Eventually I ended up with my back to one of the Signal Fires and dodged out of the way before it could burn it to a crisp…all the while Misty's Blood lust was in full swing, meaning she was shouting obscenities saying she could take it. The large scar going from the top right of her face over her eye and back into the left side of her head, leaving a track where her hair didn't grow, said otherwise…said scar was also one of the leading factors to the event that caused the village to fear me. Then Stoick came in and walloped the beast over the head with his hammer, getting its attention. "Get those to back inside!" Stoick ordered, as the Nightmare, empty of fire, was set upon by Stoick.

Gobber kindly took the writhing mass of anger, muscle and the occasional fist from my shoulder and lead us to our home, the only Clan Haddock house in the village.

"You two are ridiculous! I expected this from Misty! Not from you Stiff!" Gobber said. "Well, maybe not as much, from you! You're suppose to be fearless and pragmatic! Unlike your sister and her blood lust!"

"Fuck you Gobber! Let me go! I WANNA KIIILLLL!" Misty shouted.

"Not on my watch Lass, Stoick wants you two inside, before we have to give you two an early funeral." Gobber replied before opening the door and throwing my twin in and gesturing for me to follow.

I stepped inside and closed and locked the door, handed Misty an entire roasted hog leg and dragged her out the back door as she happily tore chunks out of the hog leg. As I opened up my journal and turned to the map of Berk and started searching the area for the two Dragons we shot down. After another six or seven hours and when the sun was hanging over the western horizon. We finally found the two dragons, one was a midnight black scaled beast with a pair of bat like wings, a broad flat head and four legs a Night Fury. The second looked similar to the Night Fury only it was solid Ice White, the Ice Gale.

"Whoa." Misty said, drawing both dragons' attention.

I saw the look in both their eyes, the eyes of a cornered and and scared PERSON, not a scared beast, it reminded me of when I sat on the ground, clutching my stomach, seeing my own reflection in the Nightmare's eyes…the realization and fear of your own mortality.

I stopped Misty as she approached the beasts, knives out. "What?" She asked seeing my face.

I gestured with my chin at the Dragons.

"Oh." Misty replied, having recognized the face of someone who had just escaped a nightmare, I had seen it in her face after her blood lust passed and she saw it in me after the…event.

"Shit." She said.

I took a knife from her hand and went up to the Night Fury.

Misty saw what I was planning and headed to the Ice Gale. We started cutting the ropes. After the ropes were gone the dragons knocked us both to the ground and roared at us in tandem. But instead of killing us the ran off trying to fly away.

We stood and headed back home.

Upon reaching our home our Father stopped us.

"Stiff, Misty…we need to talk." Stoick said.

"Yes Sir?" Misty asked.

"You both got your wishes, Dragon Training, tomorrow morning." Stoick said, we both shared a panicked expression.

"That bein' said, yeh both need some proper weapons." Stoick said. He handed Misty a pair of hand axes and handed me a pair of swords.

"Uhhh…you sure about this?." Misty said.

Stoick looked at her weirdly, normally Misty would be ecstatic.

"Yes, I'm hopin' some trainin' will keep the both of ye alive, besides, this Thawfest you both become adults with the others your age." Stoick said. "And we need every fighter we can get, deal?"

I recognized the stubborn look in his eyes as did Misty, we shared a look. "Deal."

"Good…I'll be back, probably." Dad said as he donned his helm and exited the hut.

"We'll be here…maybe." Misty said.

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