I am re-writing the HTTYD fanfics, my firend wants a character in so, Ariella is joining the Haddock family. Hope you enjoy it.
Summary : This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. Home to Hiccup and Ingrid, Twins of Stock the Vast. They take a chance of capturing two Nightfuries to prove they are Vikings. But, their lives take a turn towards a new path, how will theif father and older sister react to their new life choice.
Chapter 1 – Hiccup Twins
Ingrid POV
My brother and I sat sat up in our shared room. We were silent listening to the roars outside.
" Nadder. " Hiccup said
"A gronkle, oh a Zippleback!" I smiled, a nearby dragon roared. I ducked under my covers.
"Monstrous Nightmare." Hiccup muttered. We are the youngest Children of Stock the Vast, chief of Berk. Trouble was, we were Hiccup's, Runts of the family as it were. We were noticeably different from the other Vikings in the village, but we were the youngest to have dragon wounds. Hiccup has a small scar on his chin, I have one above my right eye. I heard villagers talking about it, and Our older sister, Ariella Freya Haddock. Stories go, we were attack when we little, 1 year of age they say, the same dragon took our mother. "Are you okay?" Hiccup asked, I nodded. I wasn't to keen on dragons, but to be considered a Viking, you have to kill a dragon. The front door opened and closed. I rushed to the window.
"Dad and Ariella are gone." I said, Watching them rush into a chaoic crowd of yelling Vikings.
"Are you sure you want to help me?" Hiccup asked
"Of cause, One of us may as well be accepted." I smiled. Hiccup wanted nothing more than have dad accept him as a Viking. I swore to myself to help him, in anyway I could. We snuck down stairs, Hiccup opened the door just as a dragon swoops directly toward it, blasting fire in our direction. We slammed the door as the fire shoots through the slats of wood, illuminating our dark main room. Hiccup took my hand, I looked at him.
"Don't let go." He smiled, he re- opens the sizzling door, as leaps off of the front porch. We weave through the erupting mayhem as dragons swarmed above our village, invisible in the lack of sun light. It was so early in the morning. Dragons swarmed into our sight, setting rooftops alight and hauling off sheep. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand. Hiccup pulled us from the line of sight of dragons and we darted through alleys, staying under eaves, making our way through the battle.
"Hiccup!" I cried, my hand slipping from his, the heat of the fires was somewhat overwhelming. Hiccup stopped and took a better hold of my hand. He was always their to look out for me, I was more of a Hiccup then Hiccup, but I had realised that father hand accepted me more as a Hiccup then Hiccup. He may not be like a Viking, But I trusted him more than anyone else in the village. Suddenly a Viking ran in front of us.
"Aaaggghhhh!" He roared, I hid behind Hiccup, then Viking then smiled "Mornin'" He grinned, before rushing off.
"Come on" Hiccup smiled, I nodded and we continued our way, rushing past gigantic men and women. Hoark the Haggare, Burnthair the Broad...Phlegma the Fierce...some of the many Vikings that...Graced our little village, That was something we lacked- grace. We rushed passed a Viking, picking his ear. Then Hiccup and I were yanked from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.
"Hiccup!?Ingrid!?" He asked, he looked accusingly at the crowd "What are they doing out again?" He looks at hiccup "What are you doing out?! Get inside!" He set up down and turns to the sky, searching. We ran for cover as an explosion nearby causing everyone to duck, Apart from our dad. Ariella walked up beside him. She shared his flaming rednhair with soft green eyes, She also had his demeanor and Vikingness.
"What have we got?" Dad asked
"Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks." Ariella went through a list. "Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare"
"Any Night Furies?" Dad looked at her
"None so far" Ariella told him
"Good." Soick nodded, relieved.
I watched as massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types. With me in tow, Hiccup lead me across the open plaza andinto an open building with a tall chimney. We go behind a counter, where Gobber, a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith .
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party! On, you too Ingrid?" The blacksmith grinned
"Good morning Ginger!" I smiled
"I thought you had been carried off." Hiccup put on a leather apron and starts to put away the Vikings scattered appendages. I got out some weapons and placed them on the counter for Vikings to grab.
"Who me? Nah, come on! I am way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup strikes a bodybuilder pose. I laughed, Hiccup tried. I took a seat, I didn't know how to work in this place. I didn't know anything, but every little detail from the book of dragons.
" They need toothpicks, don't they?" Ginger smirked. Hiccup got to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowd the counter for replacements. Hiccup had been working here since he was smaller.
"We move to the lower defences. We'll counter-attack with catapults" I heard dad say to his men. Armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. dad follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafes the rooftops with Napalm-like response, the fire brigade charges through the plaza five teens, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels. From it, they fill buckets of water to douse the flame. Hiccup leans out of the stall to watch her. They are the other teens in the village, Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Than Astrid, Hiccup has a major crush on her. As I had on Fishlegs, But no one knew that... Hiccup tried to join them as they pass, but he was hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.
"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." Hiccup complained
"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." Gobber said
"Please, two minutes. I'll kill dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." Hiccup tried to reason with the blacksmith
"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe..." Gobber grabs a bola "... you can't even throw one of these." Suddenly a Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronkle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash.I winced, poor Gronkle.
"Okay fine, but..." He rushes to the back corner of the stall and presents a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption. It was great! Hiccup was a great inventor! "... this will throw it for me." Hiccup opens the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber... and taking out a Viking at the counter.
"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber said
"Mild calibration issue." Hiccup Said
"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all..." Gobber gestures in Hiccup's general direction "... this." I frowned, what was that meant to mean?
"But... you just pointed to all of me." Hiccup said
"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you." Gobber told him
"Ohhh..." Hiccup said
"Ohhhhh, yes." Gobber mimicked the teen, I rolled my eyes.
"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much,raw..Vikingness contained. There will be consequences!" Hiccup told him, Gobber tossed him a sword.
"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." Hiccup takes it begrudgingly and lobs it onto the grinding wheel. He stews... fantasizing. I watched him, Hiccup was diferent from everyother Viking, they just didn't accept his difference.
"They found the sheep!" Stoick growled, I got up and rushed over to the counter and looked out. "Concentrate fire over the lower bank! Fire!" the catapult operator roared. Boulders are catapulted at the corralling Nadders... Just as a huge red dragon whips past, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky fire. I watched with wide eyes as it approached our father. "Reload! I'll take care of this" He said. He takes on the Nightmare, face to hammer. Suddenly, a loud ballistic sound streaks overhead. The catapult crew ducks. Hiccup looks up from his work, reacting to the same sound. I smiled, the rares and most cunning of all dragon known…
" Night Fury! Get down!" Vikings everywhere take shelter. The moaning sound builds. The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting and takes flight. Stoick looks skyward, then jumps. The Catapult explodes as the invisable dragon... sending dad and the crew leaping for their lives. The strange thing was this dragon never steals food, never shows itself, and... The sound recedes, leaving the crippled catapult in flames...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury, we don't even know what one looks like. Hiccup wants to be the first, Gobber trades his hammer for an axe
" Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!" Gobber pauses, then turns with a threatening glare at us. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." Gobber charges into the fray, hollering. Hiccup was standing as a smirk crosses his face. I smiled with a shake of my head' knowing what he was planning.
Hiccup POV
Ingird followed as I pushed my wheeled contraption through a wall of clustered Vikings. We weaved through the ongoing mayhem, as fast as we could go.
"Hiccup, where are you going?"
"Come back here!"
"I know. Be right back!" I called back, we reached a cliff overlooking the smoking catapult and drop the handles to the ground. I cranks several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of my contraption. He drops a bola onto a chamber and then pivots the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky. I listened, with my eye pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger. We heared the Night Fury approaching... Ingrid looked up at the sky as I turned and took aim to the defense tower. It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night "Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." Hiccup muttered to himself. The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second, Ingrid gasped, as there were two dragons. I pulled the trigger! The flexed arms snap forward, springing the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a whack and a screech. "Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" I laughed, but my victory was short-lived. A Monstrous Nightmare appears, slithering up over the lip of the cliff. "Except for you." I gasped, Ingrid grabbed my arm.
We ran from the dragon yelling, no matter where we turned the nightmare followed. Ingrid was petrified, We dodge a near fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight. We ducked behind the last standing brazier - the only shelter available. The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around us. I peered around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare, I sigh. Ingrid tapped me, I turned back to find it leering at him, blocking our escape. It takes a deep breath. We are finished, I hugged Ingrid and she hugged back tightly. Suddenly, dad leaps between us , tackling the Nightmare to the ground. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke.
"You're all out" He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears. Winded, dad turns to us.
The burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape... with several sheep in tow.
"Sorry, dad." I said. The escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches. The raid is over. The dragons have clearly won. The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response
"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." dad grabbed me by the back scruff of my collar and hauls me away, fuming with embarrassment "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" I tried to explain
"STOP! Just...stop." He releases me, Ingrid rushed to my side. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly. "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!" I looks around. All eyes are upon him.
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" I muttered. A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously.
"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" dad sighed exasperated. "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad." I told him
"You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." I look around to see many nods of agreement." You almost had Ingrid killed today, didn't you think of that?" I looked down. "Get back to the house." dad looked at Gobber "Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up." Dad turns to Ingrid, as Gobber beagn to walk me through the walk of shame. We passed the teen fire brigade as they snicker.
"Quite the performance." Tuffnut laughed
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout grinned
"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so..." I sighed, I avoid Astrid's glare and heads up toward a large house.
"Hiccup!" I heard Ingrid call, I turned, everyone look surprised. "Wait for me!" She ran after me, she almost trip, but I caught her arm. Holding her steady, She smiled at me. We headed to the house standing prominently on the hill above the others.
"I really did hit one." I told told Gobber
"Sure, Hiccup." Gobber nodded
"He never listens."
"Well, it runs in the family."
"And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." I began to mimic our 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." Ingrid looked down, I squeezed her hand.
"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." Gobber told me
"Thank you, for summing that up." I sighed, feeling worse. We reach the doorway.
"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Gobber said, I sign heavily.
"I just want to be one of you guys." Gobber eyes us sympathetically. We turn and goes through the front door. I lead Ingird through the house, hand in hand, and straight out the back door. We rushed off to Raven's point.