Once Upon a Dragon
"The wind blew right in my face, the sun blistering on my back; the sound of the wind bashing under Toothless' wings... it's where I belonged."
My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. It's been a couple years since I killed the mother dragon and lost a limb. I would have been happy with any scar...all but that one. Limb loss isn't attractive. Most Viking women don't really like it, why do you think Gobber is still single? Ignoring the fact that he's almost completely crazy, his lost arm and leg are very big contributing factors. However I got lucky, I've got Astrid.
She's the most beautiful Viking in all of Berk...and the most aggressive too. At first our relationship was sour and awkward but we climbed a lot of hills and solved our problems. Nevertheless I still don't know why she chose me. I only saved her life once! I'm pretty sure Snotlout saved her many times before...no actually, I take that back. The fact remains that Astrid chose me...and she doesn't tell me why.
[Sigh] Women.
Over the past months my father, chief of the village, believed that it would be a good idea to teach me a little bit of Viking history. My father means well but you can't get an, honest to Odin, conversation out of him. He soon dropped the subject. He also started to comment on my newly growing facial hair... I find it weird but apparently it's cultural.
Lately I've been experiencing what some would refer to as Fame. What I call it? The need to swarm a poor, defenceless, leg recovering man until his dragon intervenes.
It's exactly what it sounds like. Now that I'm older and more experienced with the whole "Viking Hero" thing, not to mention that I can sprint now, I've gotten accustomed with the whole fan base thing.
When I'm not being mugged, or swarmed, or flying, or even sleeping, I go to the Blacksmith to work on dragon armour, fishing rods, dragon size fishing rods... you know the not so Viking like essentials. Normally when you work a lot you earn things. In my case: Body Mass. All that work has given me a more Viking less Twig-like appearance. Mostly my arms.
And yes I know that growing has nothing to do with blacksmithing but I've grown so much since I've started working again. I'm officially taller than Astrid! She wasn't too happy about that...I got another bruise.
My prosthetic was a total pain in the backside at first, and still is, but the advantage of having it is that people respect you more. I know that the link is pretty farfetched but hey! They don't want a metal leg kicking them in the back! That or they fear Astrid too much to mess with me. Either way, I like it.
That's about it... I think.
I guess I have to write down my age or something... Yes, well... I'm 19 now.
Yes yes, I know you guys wanted to hear my voice crack but you're too late! It cracked over night...nobody heard it. I know lucky me.
My name is Hiccup and this is my story.