A.N. Okay sooooo I know I've been on Hiatus for like ever, but I'm back! Soooo on to this story, this is the How to Train Your Dragon from Hiccups' Point of View. So you get his thoughts on things that you didn't get the privilege of hearing in the movie. I've been working on this for what feels like forever. Let me know what you all think! XD Oh and obviously I don't own any of the character or the plot idea. I do, however, own a few of the scenes that I put in there cause I think we all should hear his view on what happened! XD So with out further ado my story.
"Put your faith in what you most believe in,
Two worlds, One family."
Ugh, these early mornings really aren't for me. How the rest of the village manages to get up this early is beyond me. Not only is it a few degrees south of freezing to death, but no sane person should ever be up before the sun. Yet this is how my mornings go. I flinch as a slight rumbling and shouting reaches my ears from outside.
'Oh no, please Odin do not let this be what I think it is.' I hopefully wish as I reach over and tug the giant door that leads outside. Obviously, my wish had reached deaf ears because outside a creature about twenty times my size with wings that spanned two Viking ships, and had eyes that burned with the same intensity as its fire with razor sharp teeth that jutted up out of it's mouth glanced my way.
'Oh Gods! Why me?' I groan inwardly as I quickly shut the door.
'Why couldn't we have normal pests like mice or mosquitoes, oh no, we have to have…'
"Dragons…" I mutter the last part, as if saying what they are would make them disappear.
Pushing myself of the burning door, I run toward the back of my house thrusting my self out the back door. The roaring of dragons and shouting of Vikings drift to my ears. Groaning I knew I had to get to Gobber's Blacksmiths shop, he'd need my help for sure. Running down further into the village, I had to dodge axes and flames everywhere I went.
'We could just move, but oh no…that's way to easy for us! We're Vikings with stubbornness issues.' Shaking my head at this thought, I continue on my way dodging and ducking random objects. Living here for sixteen years has honed my reflexes; if you can't dodge you're liable to loose more than just an eye.
'Just another brilliant morning one the isle of Berk…' I think as Viking men jostle me from side to side. 'What in Woden's name!' I flip around just as a fireball blasted a nearby house. The shock wave of it sent me flying on my back, the shadow of something falling caught my attention.
A Viking planted his feet and one of his hands on either side of me, shouting in my face. 'He must be the one the dragon was firing at.' I have a knack for stating the obvious; Dragons are attacking, Vikings are defending so obviously a dragon shot a blast at him. Recognition lit in his eyes and his lips curved into a smile.
"Mornin'!" He shouts before bounding off. Sighing I pick myself up and start running again. You always have to keep moving; like I stated earlier, or you'll end up losing a lot more than sleep. Leaping off a ledge, I start running on a wooden bridge that curved around to the central most part of the city.
The further I get into the village, the more people start to glance at me…er…glare at me. Heart pounding I quicken my pace and weave in and out of the villagers, they don't look to happy on the fact that I'm here.
"What're ya doin' 'ere?" A gruff voice shouts at me. I just roll my eyes.
"Ge' inside!" A woman screeches at me this time. 'I'm trying!' Furrowing my brows I will my feet faster.
"Ge' back inside!" I haven't done anything but run and they're already acting like I'm the biggest nuisance alive. Ugh, its ridiculous, I'm not even that bad.
I reach the center of the town, more focused on 'getting inside' that I wasn't even paying attention. Out of the corner of my eyes I see the dragon from earlier breath fire at me, again. 'I'm going to die.' As I tried to back pedal, then my feet flew from under me. 'What the…'
"Hiccup!" A voice thunders from behind me. Flinching I squeeze my eyes shut. 'Oh great.'
"Wha' is he doin' out aga.."
Flipping to face me, his glare makes me feel smaller than I already am which, by the way, compared to him I look very small already. 'Oy , why me?'
"Wha're you doin' ou' again?" Not waiting for an answer he thrusts me forward. "Ge' inside!" After that I really wish that I had the power to transport my self to Gobbers shop, seeing as how the mere sight of me is enough to irritate even my father; who, by the way, is the chief of the tribe.
'Gods, why me?'
I run now as if I have wings on my heels, practically flying past the torches as they burst to life with flames lighting up the dragon-infested sky. I try to keep my eyes averted. It is hard; with all the dragons flying around, to maintain focus.
Heart pounding I see the shop just up ahead. I have to try and slow my self down. Otherwise I would have collided with the wall, I'm just to fast for my own good I guess. Yanking my vest off I replace it with my work apron.
"Glad yeh could join th' parteh. I though' ye'd been carried off!"
"What, who me? Nah! Come on I'm way too muscular for their taste." Muscular pfff, yeah right! I have arms like twigs. I have to use both hands and all my strength just to lift a hammer to hang it on the wall. Now a regular Viking could lift it with one hand.
"They wouldn't know what to do with all this!" I finish gesturing to my self and flexing my non-existent muscles. I am a kid with a shock of red hair that looks messed up no matter how much you wet it. I also think I have an unmemorable that's face littered with freckles and a pair of ordinary green eyes. To make it worse I'm smaller than your average Viking, well…compared to the rest of the villagers I am anyway. Therefore, you'd see this statement is completely meant as a joke. So, of course, Gobber just had to reply with his own little gem.
"Well, they need toothpicks don' they?"
'Ha ha oh you're so clever…' I roll my eyes as I run toward the window throwing it open. Gobber is a blond haired Viking whose beard is done up in twists on both sides. He's as wide as he is tall, and arms the size of a small boulder. At the end of his left arm is a stub that has a hammer attached to it. He is able to change that into hook or whatever he feels like he needs at the time. He is also missing half of his right leg, he's attached a wooden peg to fix that problem. He's the villages blacksmith and I've been his apprentice ever since I was little…er…well…littler.
A split second later Vikings were dumping damaged or dull weapons on the ledge. Scooping them up I lug them over the heated coals. Running back behind it, I grab onto the handle of the fan and jump up; using all my weight to push it down. Grunting I do it again until the fire jumps up heating the coals, thus heating the metal above it. My job is to heat the metal so that it becomes soft enough to shape into something useful, which is what Gobber's job is.
Rushing back toward the window, I lean out to see the progress of the battle. I see a house collapse as a dragons fire swallowed its structure whole.
'Great, there goes another building that we have rebuild…again.' We've been here for seven generations but you'd never be able to tell with all the houses we have to keep rebuilding. My eyes scan the scene before me; dragons everywhere trying to take off with our sheep, and setting fire to all of our houses. Vikings who are valiantly fighting to keep them from getting away with all of our food, and putting out the fires to try and keep the damage to a minimum.
The ones in charge if that specific task today are kids around my age. First there's Fishlegs, a kid whose the size of boulder…the shape of one too. He has a small head and squinty eyes. Then there's Snotlout; the all around jerk of the village…and unfortunately my cousin. He's a shining example of what a Viking should be; tall, muscular and everything I'm not. After that there's the twins; Ruffnut, the girl twin, and Tuffnut, the boy twin, who are fighting over a bucket…probably trying to see who get's to dump it. They are as thin as I am but not as small. They are lucky enough to be tall and gangly while I'm just…short and gangly. Last be absolutely not least…there's the girl of my dreams.
A tall blond girl runs over and dumps her pail of water on a flame dousing it instantly as she turns around to walk away a hug fire ball came rushing down and exploded behind her. Lighting her up to where you could see her shining blonde hair tightly woven into a neat braid. Blue eyes that burned as brightly as the fire that burned behind her and a walk that was both confident and, to me, very sexy. She is the most beautiful girl to ever walk on Berk, the name of this beautiful angel is Astrid.
My heart feels like it's gonna explode like that fireball. A smile spreads across my face as she saunters her way over here. 'Gods she's gorgeous.' It might just be me but time seems to have slowed down. Astrid has that affect on me; I just lose all thought and sense of time around her. As they pass, I lean out the window to get a better view of her walking away. 'Oh, their job is so much cooler.'
For the second time today, I was yanked backward from the window. My lips set into a thin line. 'Gobber.'
"Oh come one! Let me out please! I need to make my mark!" He plops me down on my feet in front of him. Glaring up at him, he places his hand on his hip and chuckles.
"Oh yeh've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places!" Accentuating this statement by poking me with is hook hand. This statement deserved an eye roll. I am not that bad.
"Just two minutes I'll kill a dragon! My life will get infinitely better…" I gesture outside to where Astrid had been a few moments ago. "I might even get a date!"
He quirks a brow at me, obviously amused at something I said. Then he counts off all the things I can't do. "Yeh can' lift a hammer, yeh can' swing an axe, yeh can' even throw one of these!" He lifts a bola up and jingles it, as if taunting me. My eyebrows furrow as a Viking lept in through the window and snatched it out of Gobbers hand. Surprise takes over his face for a second before directing his eyes back at me.
'Can't throw one of those, you got me there smart guy…but I've got an ace.' Backing up I gesture to a machine behind me. "Okay fine but, this will throw it for me." I lightly touch the top and something inside it shifts, this alerts me to move out of the way at the last second before a bola is launched out of it. Gobber barely dodges but the man at the window is not so lucky. I flinch as it smacks him square in the forehead.
'Oh, ouch.' I know that had to hurt after all those are stones. Gobber does not appear to be amused as he glowers and starts advancing toward me.
"Now this righ' 'ere is exactly wha' I'm talkin' about!" He shouts waving his hook hand at my machine.
"Bu..but it's just a few calibration issues!"
He starts waving his hands to stop me midsentence. "No, don'…Hiccup!" I stare up at him. "If you ever wan' tah ge' out there to fight dragons yeh need tah stop all…" Then he starts looks at me intently as if trying to find something, I raise my eyebrows at him. 'To stop all…what?'
"This." He finishes as his hands held out on either side of me. Unbelievable! I look down at my self, then back at Gobber.
"But you just pointed to all of me!"
"Yes! Tha's it! You need tah stop bein' all of you!"
I puff my chest up and narrow my eyes, fixing him in a glare. 'Jerk. There's nothing wrong with me!' My Viking pride had just been stabbed, and I was not gonna take this lightly.
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ohhh, yeah." He mocks me, obviously not intimidated by me. So I try and make my self bigger, getting close to his face.
"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game." I shake my finger in his face, trying to prove a point. "Keeping this much raw Viking-ness contained…there will be consequences!" I get in his face again. Glaring with all the anger and pride, I could muster. Gobber just gazes at me bored and unimpressed.
"I'll take my chances." Jerk. I scowl upset at the fact that my invention hadn't made a dent in his opinion of me.
"Sword, sharpen, now." He says nonchalantly and throws a sword that's just a little taller than me and half my weight in my arms. Groaning I lift the heavy thing in my arms and stumble over to the sharpening stone stepping on the pedal to get it going I then drop the sword on the turning stone, letting the tip of the sword rest on it, a scraping sound filling my ears.
'It won't be long now…you'll see Gobber. I know it!'
One day I'll get out there. Cause killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadder head; which is a blue bird like dragon that only has two legs, it also has spikes that followed up its spine and ended on its head, will get me at least noticed. Now Gronkles; which are short stubby dragons that fly around clumsily, their only redeeming quality is that they have the hardest outer shell of all the dragons with a mouth that has teeth jutting out of its upper and lower jaws, are tough. I know that taking one of those out would definitely get me a girlfriend. A smile fell on my lips as a picture of Astrid forms in my mind.
Zippleback; a two-headed dragon that splits the gift of fire breathing, It's a giant dragon the size of a house and as tall as a Viking ship. Having two heads makes it exotic, with its two head it's twice the status. Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare; a big red dragon that's as vicious and merciless as its flame. You know the dragon that's been trying to barbeque me all morning, is one only the best Vikings go after. As if setting fire to building and landscapes weren't enough it also has a nasty habit of setting itself on fire.
The ultimate prize; however, is the one dragon that no one has ever seen. We call it the…
"NIGHT FURY!"
"GET DOWN!"
I hear the shouts just before a pop and a loud explosion reaches my ears. I rush to the window trying to get a glimpse of this elusive creature. I could see every dragon except for the Night Fury. The strange thing about this dragon is that it never steals food, never shows itself and, much to our dismay...never misses.
Another loud explosion is heard and the low rumblings of rubble colliding with the ground resound through the village. I lean forward to see all the Vikings searching the skies to try to catch a glimpse. My heart jumps as I remember that no one has ever killed a Night Fury.
'Well then, I'm going to be the first!' I jerk away from the window, determination pumping through me like the blood in my veins. 'This is it! I'll show them! I'll show all of them.' As I reach the center of the store, I find Gobber replacing the hook for the hammer I just hung on the wall.
"Man the fort Hiccup! They need ME out there." Putting the final twist on the hammer, he hobbles toward the entrance, unaware of what I was planning on doing. Then he flips around and points a stubby finger at me.
"Stay. Put. There."
I lift my eyebrows at him. 'What am I, a dog?' As if reading my mind he adds.
"Yeh know wha' I mean." With his war yell he hobble runs out into the field. A smile fell on my lips. 'Yes Gobber, I know what you mean.' I pull off my apron and yank on my vest. Adrenaline helps me to move quickly, running behind my machine I grab the handles. 'I'm not sure I heard you over the sound of all the explosions.' With all my strength, I push it forward and out of the shop. Narrowly avoiding a gaggle of Vikings just out side the shop.
I could barely hear their protests over the sound of the blood rushing through my ears and the rapid beat of my heart. So, I just shout over my shoulder, "Yeah I know! I'll be right back!" Dodging a few more Vikings I move with the speed I didn't' know I was capable of to a ledge that was clear of any dragons and Vikings.
'Good this gives me a chance to get a clear shot without being jostled.'
With that I eagerly ready my machine and tighten the band that would release the bola once I pull the trigger. Standing there, I was poised and ready to fire at a moments notice.
"Come on, give me something to shot at, give me something to shot at, give me something to shot at…" I mutter squinting at the empty sky. My hope started to dwindle. 'Please don't let have left already!' My eyes dart across the sky, trying to catch a glimpse of the Night Fury. 'Oh come on…I know you're out there!'
Disappointment started to seep in, maybe it's already gone. 'Wait…is the sky…moving?' At that moment, I caught slight movement, squinting I look again. Sure enough, the movement was there again. My heart leapt as I close one eye to aim at the dark shadow that seamlessly blended into the night sky. A high-pitched shrieking sound reached my ears that slowly got louder. I followed the sound with the end of my contraption. Anticipation and excitement have taken over my entire being. 'This is it! Here it comes!'
With that I hear a popping sound, then right in front of me a watch tower explodes, and in the light of the fire I see a glimpse of a black shadow like creature smoothly glide back out of sight. A glimpse was all I needed, for the instant I saw it, my fingers yanked back the instinctively on the trigger.
The force that it took for the machine to fire the bola, was strong enough to knock me back a couple of feet. A screech reaches my ears and I pull my self up in time to see something making a beeline for Raven point. Shock was replaced with absolute joy.
"Oh I did it?…YES I HIT IT!" I lept up pumping my fist up in the air completely overwhelmed by the sheer joy that I felt, this is a big deal for me! 'Gods let someone have seen that.' Flipping around I ask, "Did anybody see that?" No one, of course not. As if to add insult to injury, I hear a stomp and the crash of my machine being crushed. I flinch. 'Please don't be who I think it is…' Slowly I turn to see my old buddy the Monstrous Nightmare that seemingly has this urge to make sure I don't accomplish anything, even my next breath.
"Except for you…" I sigh defeated. Then not waiting for the dragon to rear its head I start to run. I thought I had wings on my feet before, I felt like my feet never touched the ground. The growling and the hissing of the Monstrous Nightmare reach my ears as he nips at my heels. 'Odin, why me!' Heart beating in my chest like a caged animal trying to get out, my breath escaped my lips in rushed, panic filled gasps. I could hear its growl close behind me, then as a tooth clipped my leg I let out a petrified scream!
I guess he got frustrated with not being able to catch me, he starts gushing fire at me. "Ah!" I gasp as I dodge its jaws again. Breathing a gush of fire at me, I take refuge behind a wooden pillar. A gush of fire sprays out next to me and I hide my face so as not to get burned by it. The heat brushes past my hand, the heat licking at exposed skin like a thirsty dragon in desperate need of water.
'This is it! I actually accomplish something and then it ends with me in the jaws of a Nightmare. Oh I hope this all really is just a nightmare.' Heart beating rapidly I warily start to look behind the pillar to see if the Nightmare has lost interest. My heart stopped as I felt hot breath puff behind me. 'Odin please let it be quick.' I think, but just before it can get any farther, a blur rushes past me knocking the Nightmare back and into the stonewall to my left.
'Dad!' My eyes widen as I see my dad face off fearlessly against this beast. It tries to breathe fire but, of course, its out of shots now. A small feeling of joy creeps into my heart watching its eyes fill with a look like it knows it's in trouble.
"Yer all out." My father rumbles out before starting to beat the creature in the face. Knowing when it's beaten the dragon retreats starting to fly away. 'Hah take that you…'
'CRACK' my face falls as the pillar starts to tilt. I lean my head back watching the fire sway as the pillars base, which was now burned completely through, collapses under the weight it was no longer capable of supporting. Crushing the cinders, it starts to roll and lean. 'Of course…'
As it topples over it leaves me staring into the face of my very aggravated father. I force my self to turn around seeing the stone bowl that still held a roaring blaze roll its way down the island. Destroying a wooden pathway, part of a few buildings and finally dropped at the bottom.
"Sorry…dad." I mutter trying to look at small as possible.
The Nadders; that had been successfully captured, were now freed with no Vikings holding them down; they then drag the sheep, which had been caught in a previously thrown net, up into the air flying off into the dimly lit sky. I did not want to turn around to see my dads face right now, all I want to do is to disappear. Like meld into the earth and not come out.
'Way to go Hiccup you've single handedly helped the dragons escape and not only that but get away with half the flock of sheep.' I admonish my self. I try to search for something to salvage the situation. Glancing back at my father I say without thinking.
"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." I feel the force of his hand slam down on the back of my neck and start dragging me from the center of the village. Everything just starts falling out of my mouth. "Ah! No! It's not like the last few times dad! I mean I really actually hit! You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot! It went down just off Raven Point! Let's get a search party together now before it…"
"STOP!" His voice thundered across the village silencing me immediately. "Just stop." He says softer. His voice now coming out in the breath of the exasperation he felt. "Every time yeh step outside, disaster falls! Can ye no' see tha' I have bigger problems!" He gestures toward the village. "Winter is almos' here an' I have an entire village to feed!"
Biting my lip, I look around at the villagers. "Between you and me the village could do with a little less feeding don't cha think?" This was meant to be a thought, but I guess it just flowed of my mouth like water off a cliff. This did not lighten my dads' mood.
"This isn' a JOKE Hiccup!" I flinch. He has the habit of making me feel like I'm three inches tall, not that I need to feel any smaller than I already feel. He turns away sighing then looks back at me. "Why can yeh no' follow the simplest orders?"
"I…I…I can't stop my self! I see a dragon and I have to just…kill it…ya know! It's who I am dad!" I look up at him, hoping he understands. He was my age once right? He has to understand…right?
"Oh!" He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose, then brings it down his face. "You are many things Hiccup…bu' a dragon killer is no' one of them…"
That felt like he dropped a hammer on me. 'Oh man…' Guilt and shame hung on me so heavy I swore I could reach out and touch it. The weight of his disappoint weighed down my heart until I swear I could feel it in my boots. I couldn't look at him anymore, choosing to stare at the ground beneath my shoes.
"Ge' back to th' house." Sighing I turn away. "Make sure he gets there! I have his mess to clean up…"
Yikes that one stung, my heart clenches at the disappointment that laced his voice and inhabited his face. I feel a smack on the side of my head, the force slightly knocking me to the side. I didn't have to look to see who it was, Gobber. I knew he was disappointed too. I couldn't look at his face either, the two people I was trying to show that I could do something right…I just managed to prove their point.
'Gods could this day get any worse?'
"Excellent performance."
I groan…'Obviously it can.'
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly…that helped!"
"Yes! Thank you I was trying…so…" Normally I would said something to him, but he was right. No one in the history of Berk has ever failed to catch a dragon…not only do I not catch a dragon, but I also manage to single handedly destroy part of the village. 'Maybe he's right…maybe I'm not a dragon killer…but I did hit a Night Fury!'
"I really did hit one!"
Gobber glances at me, tired of my excuses…probably tired of me period. I continue anyway.
"He never listens…"
He chuckles wryly. "It mus' run in th' family." Pursing my lips, I let that comment slide in one ear out the other, and continue as if Gobber hadn't said anything. "An' when he does it's with this disappointed scowl like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich!" Puffing my chest out, I deepen my voice to mimic the depth of my fathers. "Excuse me barmaid! I think you've brought me the wrong offspring! I order an extra large boy with beefy arms! Extra guts an' glory on the side…this here…this is a talkin' fish bone!"
Anger subsided into sadness, why couldn't I be what my father wanted me to be. Tall, muscular, and not a clumsy joke who can't even lift a hammer to slay a dragon. Someone like, Snotlout. This thought wrenched in my gut. That's what my father wanted…
"Now you're thinkin' 'bout this all wrong…"
'Oh am I now?' I look up at Gobber.
"It's not so much as wha' yeh look like, it's what's inside that he can' stand."
My face fell… 'Oh is that all! I thought it was something on the outside, something that I could actually change! I'm so glad that you cleared it all up for me! Thank you so much!' The sadness gripped me harder.
"Thank you for summing that up…" I mutter bitterly. Turning to go inside where hopefully, the darkness will swallow me completely so that no one has to worry about me anymore.
"The poin' is…stop tryin' so hard to be somthin' yer not…"
Tears prick as the corners of my eyes, and I swallow hard at that statement. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall. 'That's just it…' I sadly turn to face him.
"I just wanna be one of you guys…" I shudder out finally stepping inside and slamming the door behind me. Angrily pounding my fist on the door, I glare it. Hoping it would burst into flames, like it did earlier.
'That's just it! I want so badly to be one of you! I don't understand why I'm so different!' I whirl around and kick the chair at the table, toppling it over. 'Why is that I can't do one thing right?'
Falling on my knees, I let out something that was a mix between a whimper and a groan. I wished my heart would be ripped out so that I don't have to feel all the disappointment…not only the disappointment from my father…but in myself. Shuddering I squeeze my eyes shut, then at that moment I saw the shadow of the Night Fury fall down on to the island.
'Wait a minute…' I pick my self up. 'That Night Fury…I really did hit it!' Wiping my eyes I stand up, finding my strength I run all the way to the back of my house. Thrusting the doors open, I launch my self away from the village and toward the forest. 'I know I hit it, and when I find it I'll kill it and bring back proof. Something I'm not…I'll show you Gobber. I am a Viking and I'll prove it to all of them. I am one of them!'
My hope restored I head full speed into the forest, leaving my disappointment and hopelessness behind. 'This is it…as soon as I find the dragon I know my life will be changed forever…I just know it.'
A.N. Well I'm eager to know what you think! So please let me know how I did. :3