Chapter 1
Frost: OH MY GOSH! ANOTHER STORY! That's right everyone, I have been hit with genius yet again! It is a Merlin and How to train your dragon crossover!
Merlin: Should I be worried, all the Sonic characters say your really mean to them
Frost: I am nothing of the sort
Sonic: She's lying! Run while you still can!
Frost: How'd you get in here? Guards!
*Toothless swoops in and grabs Sonic carrying him away*
Merlin: And here I was thinking that only I can command a dragon
Frost: Nope, I can do it too
Merlin: I think I'm gonna like you
Frost: Feelings mutual, now if you would so kindly do the thing
Merlin: Frost doesn't own me or how to train your Dragon, I belong to BBC and HTTYD belongs to Dream Works
Frost: I will own all of you one day!
Merlin: Please review and hope you like the new story
It was a nice quiet night on the island of Berk, all was peaceful and calm and the place had a nice safe feeling about it. Well, that is until the dragons arrived. You see while most people have mice or mosquito's berk has dragons.
The chief of berk was a large man named Uther, a man said to have popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders when he was just a baby! He was a rough and bitter man seeing how his loving wife had been taken and 'killed' by dragons almost fifteen years ago leaving him and his only son behind.
Uther's son was Arthur Pendragon, the old family legend saying they got their last name from having concord the great beasts and slain them. Arthur was a small lad, golden hair, bright electric blue eyes and fair skin. He looked nothing like his father who was a big beefy man with dark black hair and cold grey eyes. No, Arthur took after his mother who he never got to know.
Sadly Arthur was also known as the village hiccup, that is that he was a mistake and couldn't do anything right. Every time he steps outside during a dragon raid disaster falls. He's a lonely fifteen year old seeing how the other teens want nothing to do with him.
Right now Arthur was sitting happily in his house when he heard the mighty roar of a Monsters Nightmare. Opening the door he gasped in shock at seeing the fire breathing dragon just outside ready to burn him to a crisp. Thankfully the boy had enough sense to shut the door just in time.
"Dragons" Arthur breathed out before opening the door again and running into the village hoping to help. As the blonde rushed through the chaos he ducked his head as he heard the villages start to shout out at him.
"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing out?"
"Get inside!"
"Get back inside!"
Arthur ignored them all and kept running only to give a yelp when someone grabbed him by the scruff on his shirt and lift him off the ground just as a dragon flew by and breathed fire on where he would have been.
"Arthur! What is he? What are you doing out? Get inside!" Uther, Arthur's father yelled seeing how he was the one to grab Arthur as he ran past. Uther then shoved Arthur towards some buildings and glared up into the dragon filled sky before turning towards a man standing beside him.
"What have we got" he asked coldly.
"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare" the man said making the chief frown slightly at the news.
"Any Night Furies?" he asked as a hint of worry seeped into his voice.
"Not so far"
"Good" Uther sighed for you see, Night Furies are the most feared dragons of all. No one has ever see one before and the Vikings call it the offspring of lightning and death itself. It never steals food, never shows itself and never misses.
As Uther heads off Arthur rushes into the blacksmiths place, quickly throwing on a rob and passing an aged man called Gaius. He was missing a hand and a leg and although he looked intimidating he was the only person who actually talked to Arthur and liked him.
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off" Gaius said with a smirk, easily falling into their joking ways. He knew it helped to cheer the blond up.
"Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this" Arthur joked while striking a pose making the elderly blacksmith roll his eyes but a small smile was tugging at his lips.
"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" he asked making Arthur scowl at him but get to work on sharpening swords and other weapons Vikings brought him. Arthur had been Gaius's apprentice ever since he was little, well, littler.
On the other side of the village Uther stood tall and proud, directing his men all the while fighting dragons, "We move to the lower defences. We'll counter-attack with the catapults"
As the chief said this a dragon swooped low, setting a house on fire. A Viking watched all this happen and yelled at the top of his lungs FIRE! As he shouted a group of teens appeared from the shadows with buckets of water in hand.
The largest of the teens was a strong beefy boy called Percival followed by an arrogant looking boy called Gawain. The twins were Morgana and Mordred followed by a beautiful dark skinned girl called Gwen. Arthur watched from the blacksmiths window and gazed at Gwen with a glazed over look. As they passed him he made to follow only for Gaius to grab the back of his shirt much like his father had.
"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark" Arthur begged as Gaius gave him the 'eyebrow of doom' as he had come to call it.
"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places" Gaius reminded the youth of sighed but wasn't ready to give in just yet, he was far too stubborn, much like his father.
"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date" Arthur cried in exasperation only to have Gaius shake his head and give a frustrated sigh.
"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these" he listed while holding up a bola (Correct me if I'm wrong) only to have a Viking appear and snatch it away from him and throw it at a Gronckle whose eyes widened in shock before it crashed to the ground.
"Okay fine, but this will throw it for me" Arthur said while walking over to a small machine that could fire the bola for him only when Arthur gently placed his hand on it he machine jerked forward flinging the string with the heavy stones on the end forward and into the face of an unsuspecting Viking. Gaius watched as the man fell to the floor before turning to face Arthur with a deep scowl.
"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about" he sighed trying to get the stubborn hair to listen but this was Arthur we're talking about.
"Mild calibration issue—"
"Arthur. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all...this" Gaius said while gesturing to all of Arthur who frown up at him.
"But you just gestured to all of me" he pointed out making Gaius smirk down at him.
"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you"
"Ohhhh!"
"Ohhhh! Yes!"
"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Vikingness contained. There will be consequences!" Arthur warned trying to appear threatening but Gaius just shook his head and placed a very heavy sword in Arthur's hands.
"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now" he ordered as Arthur gazed out the window in determination. One day he knew he would get out there and prove his worth because killing a dragon is everything around Berk. A Nadder Head is sure to at least get him noticed. Gronckle are tough, taking down those would defiantly get him a girlfriend. A Zippelback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.
"They found the sheep!" a Viking cried trying to fend off a Nadder Head that was eyeing the sheep hungrily.
"Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Uther yelled angrily from on top of a tower.
"Fire!"
And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. One crawled up the tower Uther stood on and indeed set itself on fire and growled menacingly up at him. Uther sneered down at it and handed his axe to another Viking standing beside him who was eyeing the dragon wearily.
"Reload! I'll take care of this" he ordered before throwing a punch at the massive dragon that shrieked angrily at him. But just as he was about to throw another punch a high pitched moaning sound rang through the air making the dragon take flight and Uther to look up in slight fear.
"Night Fury! Get down!" someone shouted just as a large ball of fire hit the tower. A large black blur rushed past faster than the blink of an eye. The dragon seemed to be rounding for another shot making Uther's eyes widen in shock.
"JUMP!" he shouted just as the Night Fury struck again and the tower came crashing down. Arthur watched the whole thing and gained a determined expression and puffed out his chest. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why Arthur was determined to be the first.
"Man the fort, Arthur, they need me out there!" Gaius said while changing his hooked hand into a small sword. As he started making his way towards the door he seemed to realize who he was talking to and turned around and pointed a finger at Arthur.
"Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean" he said before giving a war cry and rushing off into battle. Arthur watched him go before turning and grabbing his machine and heading out the door much to the other Viking's dismay.
"Arthur!"
"Where are you going?"
"Come back here!"
"I know. Be right back" Arthur yelled over his shoulder and kept running.
Uther, unaware that his only son was up to no good, was fighting with a group of captured Nadders that were roaring and shrieking in anger. One opened its mouth and let lose a stream of fire before Uther clamped its mouth shut.
"Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them!" he warned as more Vikings came to help control the dragons.
Arthur ignored all the other Vikings and quickly made it to the top of a cliff and set up his machine and looked up into the inky blackness of the night sky. A distant roar sounded but he couldn't see anything that had made the sound.
"Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at" he whispered to himself. He narrowed his eyes as the moaning sounded again and he focused his attention on a tower in front of him. Sure enough, not a second later, the tower went up in flames and a dark shape zoomed past it. Closing his eyes Arthur pressed the released button and gave a small yelp as he was thrown back from the force of the machine.
Standing up quickly he listened and watched in shock as a loud thunk sounded followed by a shriek of pain and a dark shape fell from the sky and crashed into the forest on the other side of the island.
"Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" Arthur cried in joy only to turn and see a Monstrous Nightmare standing behind him. It growled angrily and used one of its feet to crush his machine making Arthur sigh in defeat.
"Execpt for you"
Uther who had just managed to control one of the Nadders looked up in shock when he heard a very familiar scream coming from the ridge just above him. Looking up he could clearly see his son being chased by a Monstrous Nightmare making him sigh.
"Do not let them escape!" he yelled as he stood up and went running after his son.
Arthur by now was running faster than he had ever run before. He gave a scream when the dragon breathed fire at him and quickly ducked behind a pole for safety. He then slowly poked his head around the side to see if the dragon had left not realizing that said dragon was behind him and about to clamp its jaws down on the poor boy.
Before it could however Uther rammed into it and knocked it away from his son. The dragon growled angrily and opened its mouth to breathe fire only for a tiny stream to escape and it gave a small whimper of fear.
"You're all out" Uther growled and started throwing punch after punch at the poor creature until it gave a roar of anger and took to the skies. Uther huff slightly before turning to his son just as the pole gave way and fell to one side revealing a very sheepish looking Arthur.
"Sorry dad" he sighed. He watched as the top of the pole which had been holding a large metal cage filled with fire rolled down the hill destroying all the houses in its wake and setting free the Nadders Uther had painstakingly captured. The boy winced and watched as the dragons quickly left leaving the whole village staring at him.
"Ok, but I hit a Night Fury" he said quickly only for Uther to grab his shoulder and start to march him back towards his house.
"It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it—"
"-STOP! Just... stop" Uther growled only to give a sigh and run his hands through his hair as a tired look appeared on his face, "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" Arthur said making many Vikings mutter and look down at their stomachs and send glares his way.
"This isn't a joke, Arthur! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?" Uther groaned and glared at his son who took this as his opportunity to get his father to finally listen to him.
"I can't stop myself. I see a Dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad" he said hoping that Uther would listen but the man just shook his head.
"You are many things, Arthur. But a Dragon-killer is not one of them. Get back to the house. Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up" Uther growled to Gaius who nodded and gave Arthur the eyebrow of doom while smacking the boy on the back of the head for good measure. As they walk past the teens who were laughing Arthur ducked his head and looked down at the ground shamefully.
"Quite the performance" Morgana sneered while elbowing her twin Mordred who sniggered into his hands.
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Gawain said making the other teens laugh as well. The only one not laughing was Gwen.
"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so..." Arthur trailed off refusing to say anymore and cowered under the glare he knew Gwen was sending him. Gaius watched the whole thing and sighed as he continued to lead Arthur back home. When they were just heading up the hill towards the massive house Arthur finally seemed to fine his voice again.
"I really did hit one" he muttered to his one and only friend.
"Sure, Arthur"
"He never listens"
"Runs in the family"
"And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. *impersonating his father* Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish bone!" Arthur cried looking more and more depressed by the minute.
"Now, you're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand" Gaius said trying to cheer the young lad up and only making the blonde frown at him.
"Thank you for summing that up"
"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not"
"I just want to be one of you guys" Arthur said brokenly before shutting the door. Gaius sighed quietly to himself before turning and walking away not realising that Arthur had snuck out the back and rushed off deep into the forest.
Frost: And that's the end of chapter one!
Merlin: Where am I?
Frost: You'll show up later, don't worry
Arthur: For now its all about me
Frost: *Glares at Arthur before turning to Merlin* You can use magic on him if you want to
Merlin: *Smirks evilly at Arthur*
Arthur: AAAAHHHHHHH! *Runs away*
Frost: Darn, I was looking forward to seeing what you would do to him, maybe make him an arse again?
Merlin: I like how you think
Frost: While Merlin and I plane more evil deeds please have a nice day and see you all next time