Well. Here we are, reading just another HTTYD fic, starting the kids of the crew, and just another OC. Fantastic right? I know. Oh, and here's a good one, this is just another story with-out a beta.
Joy.
Well then, lets start this shall we? I own nothing but the laptop I'm writing this on.
Chapter One
Prologue
Berk. Over the years had become a bit more welcoming. Oh, don't misunderstand me, it still rains 9 months of the year and hails the other 3. Still cold, and located in the middle of nowhere.
But I wouldn't live anywhere else. Not if you gave me back my leg, and Toothless his tail. Here I have Astrid, my blonde goddess of all things painful, a village to run, friends, my dragon, and now something incredibly special to me.
After several hours and broken hand bones, I had a son. A blessing from Thor, a healthy son to care for. Nothing was more important to me in that moment, when he was first put into my arms, not my life, not my village, not even Toothless, all that mattered was my little boy. But the dragon wouldn't ever find that out. Even so, I don't think Toothless would mind, because in the years to come, he would have that same look in him eyes that I did when his first and only litter of eggs hatched.
Now, it's a tradition in Viking socity to give you kid a horrible name, to scare of their enemys. But I couldn't, for the life of me, give the child I held in my arms a name like that. He was an angel, of course he became a little devil in his toddler years, but for the moment he was the most beatiful thing to me, right beside his Mother, who was smiling softly at me with tired happy eyes when she said
" You name him Hiccup."
The only thing I could think of to call this child, was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
" Arnthor."
Arnthor, the Eagle of Thor.
Astrid only smiled, and Toothless, who was outside and looking in threw the window, gave his own awkward smile when he heard the name.
I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, was a Father!
Arnthor, or Arn for short, had Stoick red hair. Yes, Stoick hair was red when you looked at it, but was sometime mistaken for brown. And the boy kept it in a low pony-tail, a few strands left out that framed his face. Arn also had his mothers dazzling blue eyes, and thank Odin, his mother talent for fighting. But he used a sword, which was smaller and thinner then most but just as deadly, instead of Astrid's favored axe. And my brains, he was just a bit more mellow then I was at that age with his smarts. Not to mention his love of dragons. We had them consistently in our home, the boy would head out, find a couple homeless ones, and neither Astrid or I could say no.
It was funny how life repeated itself.
Ruffnut and Fishlegs had gotten together other the years, and had a boy. Blonde hair, short like his father, and he also had Fishlegs brown eyes. Most of the time he was gentle and kind like his father, the little devil had a temper like his mother. Called the boy Hakon.
Tuffnut on the other hand, hooked up with a village girl named Freya. Blessed with twins, an older boy, and a younger girl. Just like Tuff and Ruff. The boy, with long blonde hair, hanging loose just like Tuff, and grey eyes, a bit dim-witted like his dad but just as fiercely loyal, was Gunnarr, or just Gunn. The girl, with black hair and grey eyes, who was soft and gental, and rather shy, was called Fritha, or just Frith. Unlike their father and aunt, the two hardly faught. Instead, Gunn was a bit over protective of his little sis, and would take on Thor himself, is he had offended shy little Frith.
Snotlout, who like Tuff, wed a village girl, who passed away after the birth of their second child, her name was Kelda.
The first was a son, ironic that the gang all produced son's first. But because they didn't want to be on the other side of their wives rath, they claimed that even with the son's being born first, the daughters were the envy of Thor himself.
Big and buff like the father, but smart and calm like his mother, was the short brown haired blue eyed Jarl. Following him, was daddies little girl. With a fiery temper to rival Ruff, and more scary then a Night Fury was before Toothless came along, was the brown hair in a braid, green eyed little devil they called Thora.
Age went like so:
Arnthor, being the oldest was 7
Followed by Jarl, also 7
Hakon, Gunnarr, and Fritha, were all 6. The twins being older by a few months.
Thora was the youngest, at 4.
Hroflr, smiled at his little Raven. Black hair and slate eyes. His little girl of only 6, far braver then he, was holding onto his leg a bit frightened, because the island of Berk was less then an hour away. Her mother had passed away from the pains of birth. Kor, a large dark green Timber-Jack stood behind them. Together the three stood on a boat, a small one that Hroflr build. Big enough for the three, and all the belongings they had. But didn't take a whole crew to sail.
Hroflr, had grown up on Berk. An old friend of Hiccup, Hroflr was one of the nicer people to the boy before the Blue-Beath and dragon training. They had bonded over the forge. Being an archer, he needed arrows, and Hiccup always crafted the best arrow-heads. But he had left to another village with Kor. Many islands and tribes had followed Hiccups example after the defeat of the Blue-Beath, so Kor's presence was normal. There he meet his wife. Together they planned on returning to Berk after the birth of Raven, but after his lovers death, he couldn't leave.
Until now. It was finally time to return home, Raven was strong enough, and the pain had of loss was gone, even tho he missed his lover terribly.
" Daddy, is Berk gonna be scary?" Ravens soft voice broke threw Hroflr's thoughts.
Looking down at his daughter, he only smiled.
" I grew up here my little Raven, it can be cold, but the place is beautiful. And even if all the people scare you, I plan on scouting out a home for us in the woods. Just like this boat, Kor and I will build us a home. I promise you'll love it Little Raven." Hroflr laughter heartily.
" Then you'll teach me arc-arh-arte" Raven stumbled over the word.
" Archery, my girl, and yes. I'll teach you, and we'll go hunting together."
At that the little girl squealed with glee, letting go of his leg, and spinning around.
" Really! I'm gonna be the best artchar ever!" Raven declared.
Hroflr smiled at that. She would be a good archer, that was clear. His little Raven loved the forest, and moved threw it swiftly and quietly even when she didn't know it. Raven was naturally patient, and she needed to be, when he and Kor got into a little scuffle like two children. Raven was so much like her mother, and had his own talent when it came to the forest.
" Yes you will, my little Raven. Now, go down below and eat something before we reach Berk will you?" Hroflr said. Even tho he asked kindly, Raven knew that it was an order when you got down to it, and nodded.
" Come on Kor, you come too!" Raven smiled as she hugged the dragons leg. Once a feared beast, who could level forests with his wings, was like a puppy toward the girl. There was nothing that the Timber-Jack wouldn't do for the black haired child. Only Odin knew what kind of effect she would have on her own dragon when she claimed on.
But suddenly Hroflr's eyed went dark, and he gripped the dagger at his side, even he needed something for close-combat. If any of the boys on Berk, got to close to his little girl, there would be blood. It was said that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.', but 'Hell was weak compared to a Father with a daughter.'. Hrofl intended to keep it that way.
" Great Odin's Ghost, is that you Hrofl? Kor?" Hiccup laughed as he greeted his old friend with a hearty hug. Hiccup had gained muscle over the years, from the forge and flights with Toothless. A little splotch of hair on his chin, and his once short locks were now long and in a braid, much like his wife's.
" In the flesh, but look at you! Never thought you'd get facial hair. You better have some arrow-heads for me, none of the other blacksmiths for hundred of miles came craft them like you." Hroflr said.
" And who is that, hiding on-top of old Kor?" Hiccup smiled playfully, motioning to Raven who was sitting on Kor, almost hidden by his large wings. Having been spotted, Raven gave a sqeak and tried to make herself smaller.
Hroflr laughed at that. " Come down here Little Raven, I'm positive Hiccup here couldn't hurt a fly if he tired." the man prompted. Kor lowered his head, and Raven slid down and into her fathers awaiting arms. He swung her around before planting his daughter on the ground.
" This is Raven, my daughter. What about you?" Hroflr asked.
" Thank Odin, Astrid still mine. She and our son should be along soon." Hiccup told his friend. But then his attention shifted directions and he was bending down and smiling at Raven.
" Hello there Raven, I"m Hiccup." the man said.
Raven shuffled on her feet before giving him a nod. " Hello sir." she said.
" I'm not that scary am I? How old are you now Raven?" Hiccup asked
" 6."
" My own boys 7-" he couldn't finish as he was attacked by Toothless. " OOF!" The dragon paid no mind and looked curiouslly at the group before him. Kor let out a greeting, which the Night Fury returned.
" Get off you usless beast!" Hiccup growled and he struggled to push the dragon off. Astrid come up and shoved the dragon away. " Hroflr." Astrid greeting was short and simple. As was Hroflr when he returned it.
A little red head, with hair in a pony tail came up behind Astrid. Curiously he peered at the little girl still hiding behind her father.
Now sitting on the ground, Hiccup gave a peck on the lips to his wife, before looking back at his friend. " Hroflr, this is Arnthor, my son." Pride was clear on the mans face.
" Ello lad." Hroflr smiled. Raven came out a bit and looked back at the other child.
" Hi, I'm Arnthor! But you can call me Arn." Arn smiled, sticking out his hand for the girl.
Raven toke the slightly larger hand into her own, and gave a quick shake. " Raven."
Hroflr glared at the boy in front of him, and once more his hand fell on his dagger. It came out of it's sheath a bit, and the moment Arn saw the blade, he jumped back with a startled cry.
All the spectators gave a round of hearty laughter.
Two Years Later
Bow in hand, arrow's over her shoulder. Raven held back the tear as she stood amongst the crowd. Another village had attacked, she and her father were selling their unneeded game. He was an archer, with only a dagger for close-combat. And now he was gone. Dead, Hroflr's skin cold. Kor had gone with him, but not before cutting man after man in half with his wings. There was a hand on her shoulder. Turning, Raven saw the blue eyes of her friend, Arnthor. He tired to say something but no sound come from his lips.
Raven looked away from the 9 year old. She could feel the looks of all her friends on her back.
Jarl, Hakor, Gunnar, Fritha, even little Thora. Raven couldn't take it. Turning around, she walked off towards the forest. It was just her now, and there was no way in Hell she was going to be placed in the care of a new family.
Alone, for the first time, Raven walked into the forest. She would come back, and be there for the funeral, but leave as soon as she could.
Raven was alone. And she didn't even look back.
6 years later
Toothless paced around. His mate, Moon, smiled at him with an amused look. As did Hiccup, Astrid, and Arnthor. Not to mention Arrow, Astrid's Nadder, and his mate Snech. They had all been over, eating and joking, when the eggs had started to hatch.
A little squeal. He jerked around. A head popped out of a shell. And then another. Toothless let out a purr and he bounced over to Moon and together helped their hatchlings out of the eggs.
5 perfect little hatchlings. All trying to walk around, to get a feel of the worl-. Toothless was on high alert, one of them hurt themselves.
It was his son, the second one to hatch. The little guy was a dark, mix of boggy green and forest green. The little guy looked up at him with sad teal eyes. Well one was teal, the other, the right eye, was all clouded over.
Fear shot threw his entire body. His child, was half-blind.
Well, not as long as hoped but it works.
Here's a head shot of our little dragon friend, it was part of a line-art someone made, not created to me. He's the same color all around, no special markings or notton. A plain different color dragon, who's half blind. Special in his own right. So if anyone would do a full body pic, I would love you forever and give you a sneak peak of the next chapter.
Not this next chapter, but the next chapter depending on when you send me the link. So it could be the 2, or 5, or ect.
Now other dragons are born completely blind, or have an eye taken in battle. Well, mine, had only half of his sight, from the start. Oh great, now I'm going to have to hand draw Raven. Craaaaap. I is Edit: My link isn't working so I'll put it in my profile.
