Before you begin this is the beginning of a romance saga between Snotlout and my OC. It has no romance in this story but it is needed and paths the story. This is just a heads up for people who just want to read this for a friendship, non-romance reason.
Anyway please enjoy the first chapter of How Do I Train A Dragon?
Dalla Midlungr lives in Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. Her village, if she had to describe it in one word, boring. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. They have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. Most places have mice or mosquitoes, Berk has…Dragons.
Once again, Berk was being attacked by vicious, monstrous dragons who burned down their houses, attacked their friends and family and stole their livestock. Most people would leave. Not them. They're Vikings. They have stubbornness issues.
Dalla was on water duty with the other teenagers. They weren't allowed to kill a dragon, let alone get near them so instead they put out as many fires as they could. There wasn't a lot of teenagers on Berk, most of kids were younger than them by 10 years.
The teenagers that were aloud outside were Fishlegs, a large teen just coming into his Viking muscles, he loved to study dragons, right down to how long each dragon races talons are.
Then there are the twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut. They are incredibly stupid and sadistic, they never accomplished anything because usually they were fighting with each other. Funny fact, one of them is actually a girl.
Next is Astrid. She was a fierce teenager who was dedicated to eradicating all dragons. She wanted to make her clan proud more than saving people. The Hoffersons were all about pride and Astrid was no exception.
Another teenager was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. He was the son of Stoick the Vast, the greatest Viking to have ever lived. It is said that when he was a baby he popped the head off a terrible terror by hugging it. Hiccup however, almost died when he was a baby as he was born early and became very sick. Stoick cared for him but his disappointment overshadowed that. He always caused trouble and usually he nearly destroys the village every time he tries to help. He was always ignored or teased.
Snotlout was the brutish of all the teenagers, he was loud, proud, arrogant, stubborn and one of the more skilled Vikings out of the teenagers. He was good with a weapon but wasn't allowed to kill a dragon until he was properly trained. He was also a massive flirt, he wasn't very good at it but every opportunity to flirt and impress both Astrid and Dalla he did it. Though neither was interested, Dalla usually found it amusing.
Last of the teenagers was Dalla, she was a strong girl with skills in weaponry that could rival Astrid. Seeing as they were good friends they grew up studying battle play together. Her parents were legendary Vikings just like Stoic and Spitelout. Her father was Harald the horror who scared any Viking that went against him, he was born on the Beserker Island before he met his wife, he was heavily wounded and it was Gefion that healed him, before long they were married. Gefion the Gifted was Dalla's mother, she was a good and close friend of Stoick since they were children, she was skilled in all weapons and has slayed many a dragon. They were two proud Vikings that expected much from their Dalla. Dalla however usually found everything boring unless there was a dragon attack, now that was exciting for her. She couldn't wait until she was old enough to slay a dragon. She was slightly taller than Astrid and thicker than her aswell, she had bright orange hair that she got from her father and green eyes from her mother.
"So Dalla, when this is over you wanna go to the hall and grab some food together!" Snotlout shouted over the roaring of both dragon and Viking. They were running back to the water keg to grab more water to put the houses out, it was a tough job. They would put out one fire but a dragon would make another.
"If we don't die then maybe but you're getting it for me if we do!" she shouted back, she was loud yet she still made her voice sound like she was bored.
"Yes!" Snotlout cheered, he grabbed his bucket and raced over to the fire. Dalla shook her head in amusement.
"Why are you entertaining him?" Astrid asked from beside her, she was holding down the nozzle of the keg to let the water out whilst Dalla was holding the buckets she was using.
"It's my only source of entertainment besides the dragon attacks." She shrugged, acting as if it wasn't a big deal. It was to Snotlout.
"AAAAAHHH!" the teenagers stopped what they were doing and stared at the cliff that overlooked the lowest part of the village. On the very top was Hiccup, screaming and being chased by a monstrous nightmare.
"Of course" Astrid muttered to Dalla, who sighed in frustration. It was a regular occurrence with Hiccup, she didn't hate him or tease him like the other teens, she just ignored him like Astrid did. They all watched on as he was chased through the village by the dragon that spewed his fire everywhere, causing more fires and more damage to clean up.
Finally, Stoick scared the dragon. Just as it flew off the last of the damage caused by Hiccup was a fire pillar that crumbled and rolled down the village, hurting villagers and causing the other dragons to take most of their livestock.
Once the damage was done everyone stood around and stared at a sheepish Hiccup and his angered father "ok, but I hit a Night Fury" Hiccup was swiftly grabbed by the scuff of his shirt by his father who began dragging him away "it's not like the last few times, dad! I mean I really, actually hit it! You guys were busy. I had a very clear shot. It went down off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there bef-"
"Stop!" Stoick roared loudly, cutting him off. He turned to face his son once he let him go. "Just stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"
Hiccup blanched before he looked to the floor and said, "between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding." Murmurs and groans of offence and anger rang throughout the large group.
Dalla looked down and saw her slightly chubby stomach, she loved eating but she wasn't fat. Her family didn't have a disposition to get large, just slightly chubby. "You look gorgeous Dalla, thick girls are my thing." She looked to Snotlout and raised an eyebrow, he sent her a wink and a thumb up. She sighed but a smirk graced her face.
"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" Stoick shouted, bringing everyone's attention back onto the pair "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
"I-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 tried to excuse his behaviour but Stoick was not moved, nor did he believe his sons words.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead "oh, you're many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." Hiccup looked at the floor, silently agreeing "get back to the house." Stoick looked to Gobber "Make sure he gets there," he ordered. Gobber came up and clocked Hiccup on the back of the head whilst pushing him to move "I have his mess to clean up."
As he walked by Snotlout and the twins started laughing "Quite the performance." Tuffnut teased before getting attacked by his sister.
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped." Snotlout joined in on the teasing, smirking at Hiccup as he walked past.
"Thank you, thank you. I was trying." Hiccup never really replied or showed that he was hurt by the insults or at the fact that Astrid and Dalla constantly ignored him. He had a crush on both the girls, Astrid more so than Dalla. They were both beautiful, deadly and smart Vikings. He wished that once, just once, they would look at him.
Gobber walked past and shoved Snotlout to the ground, once he was gone, the Jorgesnon jumped up and turned to the ladies who were sitting beside each other, Astrid was sharpening the axe that her father crafted for her birthday whilst Dalla looked out at the damage of the village, her bored feelings returned. "So, ladies, want to join me for breakfast? We didn't die."
"Might as well, we'll be helping to clean up the village anyway." There were groans of protest from the other teens, minus Astrid. Dalla slid of her perch and brushed off her pants. Unlike Astrid she wanted to be in a more practical gear than a skirt. She wore dark brown leather pants with black boots fitted to her feet. Her shirt was a pale green that was fitted to her body so it didn't wave around or slow her down. The only thing she wore the same as Astrid was metal paulders with a roaring saber tooth mountain lion on them, it was her families, the Midlungr's crest. She didn't wear a Viking helmet like the others did, it was easy to fall off and can be quite cumbersome. She was like her mother in that regard.
"After we clean up I want to do some practicing, want to join?" Astrid asked her as they walked beside each other to the hall. Neither of their parents would be at home cooking breakfast and they were too tired to cook. They were all woken at twilight and had not slept since. It was always an early night's rest for Berk.
"Need you ask. I'll grab my axe after breakfast." Dalla replied before she was distracted by Snotlout's terrible flirting.