Authors Note: Hi! Welcome to this story. I shall let you know right now that this is a Heather Dagur Hiccup sibling story. I've grown fond of the idea recently. :)
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Sorry for any spelling errors I missed. :)
Chapter 1:Untitled
Hiccup,
Dark.
The first thing and last thing that I see.
Well, not see.
I live on the isle of Berk. It is twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees of south of freezing to death. Located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village? In a word: sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see where most people have mice or mosquitoes, we have dragons.
"Hey! Useless!" The sharp voice cuts through the air and I snap my eyes open blinking several times trying to spot what direction the person is coming from with my ears. "Get up, a raids going on and I have to get you to the Great Hall." Torunn shouts and I sit up tossing of the blankets my hands stumbling for a second to find the edge of the bed.
"Ugh." Torunn groans before he grabs my forearm and drags me from the wooden bedside. It creaks as I leave it and I would guess it's around five or six in the morning by how irritated Torunn sounds.
Torunn pulls me down the stairs and I nearly trip down each step falling down on my face as I can't find where the edge of the step is. Torunn picks up speed as he races across the ground and I hear the creak of the door as it's pulled open.
Torunn is an interesting character, he's part of the small group of teens in charge of putting the fires out. I used to work in the forge before my..accident. He's from Berserk, Oswald the Agreeables' son. He's raised on Berk so Berserk won't come and wipe us out. Oswald sounds like a friendly character but given any chance and he'll wipe us out just as happily as Alvin the Treacherous on Outcast Island.
Hence, Torunn is on Berk. If they attack there's a large chance their kill their own. Berk doesn't really feel the desire to wipe out Berserk so the chief agreed without a second thought. Had he actually sent someone over to Berserk it would have been me.
A rock and my foot collide and I stumble forward smacking into Torunn's back. I pull back and his grip tightens on my forearm, "Watch it." He hisses before pulling me forward through the streets again.
"Sorry." I grumble and pick up the pace trying to match his brisk one.
A blast rings on my left and I duck slightly covering my head by my arm, not like it would do much beyond light my arm on fire. Torunn's death grip on my arm dies and he shoves me forward. I rub my hand over the bruising spot looking in his general direction.
"Ah, Hiccup, Torunn, nice of you to join the party." The blacksmith says and I lift my head my eyebrows knitting in confusion. This is not the Great Hall. Why are we in the forge? "Aren't you supposed to be takin' Hiccup to the Great Hall?" The blacksmith asks after a hesitation.
Yeah. I thought so too.
A few months ago, it wouldn't have had to be that way. I could have actually done something unlike now where I wander uselessly through the streets.
"Just grabbing something." Torunn answers and I hear his footsteps move towards the back of the forge. The blacksmith: A meathead with an attitude is Gobber. I used to be his apprentice before the attack that took my sight.
A explosion makes me flinch and I feel Gobber's hook on the back of my shirt as he drags me forward from wherever I was standing. "FIRE!" A voice yells and there's a few seconds before I heard several footsteps pounding forward.
"Alright come on guys, lets go!" Astrid yells. She's part of the fire crew, which consists of five teens that never get along. They fight constantly and when they aren't fighting they are a relatively close group. Astrid is the leader, a tall blonde with bangs covering her left eye and carries an axe twenty four seven. At least she did last time I-stop.
Fishlegs, is large boy with a big amount of blond hair under a small helmet and knows more about dragons than Bork the Bold did. Snotlout, is your average Viking: strong, stupid, prideful and everything in between plus he is very, very, verrrry full of himself. And finally, there's the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. They sort of fight over everything then fight over fighting over everything.
Another explosion rings out and I curl my fingers around the edges of my sleeve before Torunn's death grip wraps around my left hand dragging me outside again. "Keep up!" Torunn hisses as I stumble next to him. Sorry, but it's incredibly hard to keep up with someone determined to break all speed records.
I pick up the pace letting out an annoyed breath through my nose trying my best to dodge Vikings rushing past me. They aren't exactly quiet during a raid.
After several more minutes and the battle not getting any quieter, I stare in Torunn's general direction, "Where are we going?" I demand. This isn't the way to the Great Hall. I may be blind but I can still sort of not really find my way around the village.
"I'm downing a Night Fury tonight." Torunn answers and I shake my head in horror.
"Are you kidding me?" I hiss. Night Furies are elusive dragons that no one has even seen. "Torunn, this is stupid. You're going to get yourself killed." I say and Torunn rips his hand away from my arm leaving me to stumble next to him.
"Well you can either go with me or I'll leave you here. Your choice." Torunn says and I bite my lip tightly before sighing.
"Fine."
Torunn grabs my arm again and drags me forward several more feet as the echoing cries build up. A low whistle catches my attention and my stomach plummets into my feet as I recognize it.
"NIGHT FURY!"
"GET DOWN!"
An echoing sonic boom rings through the air along with the thick smell of smoke and I try to envision where the dragon would be and where Torunn is dragging me but I don't know. I can't see. I can't exactly hear where it and we are either.
Torunn pulls to a stop and I stagger a few steps forward after his sudden halt and back up. I don't know where we are. Ugh! My father could have put Snotlout in charge of guiding me..because I have to have a guide now, just another problem I am.
It would have been better if that Monstrous Nightmare had just killed me.
Now I'm crippled and a runt. A truly wonderful combination.
My father was slightly concerned for the first few months but afterwards he accepted the situation and went back to his normal routine of ignoring my existence again. Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe and my dad is rumored to have popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders when he was a baby.
Do I believe it?
Yes I do.
"Shh," Torunn hushes even though I hadn't been talking, "Do you hear that?"
I strain my ears slightly picking up the sound of war cries, fire, people running around and the wind howling. A thick smell of smoke is picking up as well and the brisk wind is digging into my skin, It's the raid." I answer dryly.
Torunn backhands the back of my head, "No you idiot. The Night Fury. I can hear it." The teen answers and I bite my inner lip folding my arms across my chest.
"Once I down it, I'm going to kill it. Your father will be so impressed he'll name me heir." Torunn says and I raise an eyebrow despite the fact I can't see him.
"You really think that's going to happen?" I ask with slight humor in my voice, "Snotlout really won't give up his position that easily." I promise. After I went blind, Dad named Snotlout heir of Berk. As he put it, "A blind boy can't rule an island." Just rubbing it in.
Torunn snorts, "You watch-oh, right, you can't." He laughs at his joke and I roll my eyes in annoyance despite the rush of utter hopelessness racing through me.
A low whistle builds up and I sense Torunn tense beside me. The blast rings up again and I flinch my stomach sinking into my feet again. Something doesn't feel right. Ha, hilarious Hiccup. Well you're at it, why don't you go find a cure for blindness?
A thick whistling noise rings through the air before a heavy thump. A sharp pain shoots through my entire being lingering through my left side and I yelp cringing. "Torunn!" I gasp. "What did you do?!"
"I hit it!" Torunn's voice sings up covered in a thick layer of gloating. "I HIT IT!"
"Torunn!" I yell as the pain grows worse before retreating to the dark hole it crawled from. Something's wrong.
"What?" Torunn's exasperated voice demands and I can feel his gaze shifting towards me.
"We have to find that dragon!" I say and my eyes widen slightly as soon as the words leave my mouth.
"Don't worry, we will." Torunn assures, "I'll kill it before the raids over. Usually, I'd just leave you here but I need a witness." Torunn says and his fingers wind around my forearm again before he starts to drag me back in the direction we came.
Great.
Dagur,
A heavy kick to my stomach sends me towards the ground with a thump and I bite my tongue to withhold a yelp or a startled cry. My fingers scramble for my weapon and I barely have time to grasp the axe hilt before the sword comes smashing down towards me.
I lift my weapon up and block the sword as it smashes into the gleaming metal, if I'd been half a second later, it would have sliced me in half. That was closer than usual. I clench my jaw tightly and shove back against my opponent's weapon as I get to my feet before pulling back and begin to madly hack through the air.
The weapon comes close to slicing their arm off a few times but he manages to withstand my crazy blows forcing him to switch to offensive.
"Watch your footing." He commands and makes a swipe for my feet. I leap over the leg and smash the tip of my axe against the sword blade. Sweat is rolling down my face heavily and I force my expressions to remain neutral and unreadable despite the heavy frustration running through me.
This battle has been going on for over ten minutes and neither one of us are gaining. I'm about ready to call quits for the soul intention of ending it. The mans sword swings up and spins the weapon from my hands at my brief distraction and the tip of his weapon presses against my neck. "You are beaten." He says and I give a sigh and roll my eyes moving back from the weapon.
"Dagur." The voice calls and I don't look back at him, moving to pick up my axe. "You weren't paying attention...again."
"The battle was going on for a looong time, what were you expecting?" I retort and pick up the weapon holding the weight with ease in my arms.
"As my son and heir, I expect you to not lose attention. A slip up like that would be the death of you." Oswald says and I twist looking back at the black haired man.
"You've mentioned that." I say boredly and swing my weapon onto my back. Like twenty times.
"Dagur. Focus." He commands and I look up at him letting out a long sigh.
"Right. Sorry." I say and he grunts at that.
"You're never going to beat me." Dad says and I turn looking back at him.
"You wait. I will." I say and smirk slightly. He moves forward and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"And that will be a great day. I'm proud of you, my son. You've done well." He says and starts to lead me forward.
I hum softly in an answer and stare around us at the thick vegetation. Berserk is a warm island but the sun never shines. It rains ninety percent of the time and when it isn't raining, then it's sunny. Today is just like any other: rainy and cold.
I let out another sigh as we move forward my hand rubbing over one of the darker bruises. My father recently has been becoming extremely serious about training. It's like battling against a wild boar everyday until I'm covered in sweat and he hasn't broken any yet.
It's understandable with the attack planned on Berk coming up, it's important I along with the rest of Berserk is on the top of our game. Once we've taken out the island and regained my brother, Torunn we'll wipe out the rest of it. I'm really not opposed to the attack, but I don't see the point.
Were supposed to take Torunn back when we could just "kidnap" him or something. It wouldn't start a war just cause the Berkians slight annoyance. I've brought the suggestion to my father more than once but he always brushes it off carefully avoiding the question on why he won't do it only saying it's better the way he has it mapped out.
He is chief so, I can't exactly argue with his judgement.
My father shoves open the doors to the Great Hall, it's a large dome like room with a giant circle fire in the center, tables spread out across the floor with benches placed next to them. People are spread across the benches in small groups eating.
My father moves towards the fire and I walk beside him, "Do you see this son?" He asks and gestures around to the Great Hall. "You'll soon be chief, and then this and Berk will be under your command."
I smirk.
Heather,
"I think she's going to cry!"
"Oh, come on Heather it was only a drawing!"
I clench my hands into fists tightly trying not to whirl around and smack the two girls both in the nose. Nigra and Opel, Nigra is the chief's daughter and I would be in a lot of trouble for swinging my fist at her face, no matter how satisfying it would be. I'd been working on that drawing for days!
"Oooh, she is going to cry!" Opel says and I bite my tongue heavily trying not to lash out.
The village thinks I'm crazy. My adoptive parents hate me and I would be more than willing to steal a ship and leave this stupid island if I knew how to swim in case I-when I sink the boat. I want to leave this stupid island.
"Find a hobby." I growl giving a half glance back at the two blondes.
Nigra gives a long laugh coming out more like a witches cackle, "Maybe you should." She hisses leaning in close to my ear, "Drawing isn't going to help the village very much is it, mmm?" She asks rhetorically and I shoot the girl a murderous scowl through the corner of my eye.
"Leave me alone." I snarl and start to walk in a faster pace towards the woods.
"Come on, Heath, aren't you going to join us for breakfast?" Opel asks and I snort.
"Enjoy yourselves." I call and step into the forest letting out a long angry huff through my nose. I give a half glance back at the two. Most villagers can't find their way out of these woods, I can find my way back from any part, I spend pretty much every spare moment I can in here.
I tuck my long black hair behind my ear and move forward through the woods plopping down on a rock and staring forward aimlessly . One day, I'll get out of here. All I need is a small essence of change.
Authors Note: Yeah, Heather and Dagur's POV's were slightly rushed and ackward... Anyway..:)
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