Time Jump
Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or Iron Man (suit inspiration). It's depressing.
AN: I got the idea for this when I watched iron man 2 and HTTYD one right after the other. Travis is based off Tony Stark, but is by few means the same character. You'll see what I mean. I also decided to make him a teenager to help him associate with the Viking youth.
SPEECH:
:blah blah blah: = dragon speech
"blah blah blah" = normal speech
Blah blah blah = thought (applies to all characters)
"Blah Blah Blah" = Marv speaking
Travis surveyed his handiwork. Originally it had been a gift from his rich father, but in an effort to follow his dad's footsteps, he'd taken it and modified it beyond recognition. He was damned proud of it. The armor gleamed brilliantly, its polished surface shining in the work light. It had
taken him several months of intense work to complete it, with many a fair share of blue streaks and parts flying across the lab, but he'd managed alright in the end.
His father was an engineering genius, the tech giant of the time, designing and manufacturing everything from medical equipment to state-of-art weapons systems. Travis? He preferred the weapons. It wasn't that he was fascinated by war, but more the tools involved. This suit was an
example of that. Six months before, he had just turned sixteen, and his dad had given him a powered exoskeleton because he'd expressed interest in owning one, but it was just a bare bones framework, and not much more. He'd decided to add onto it, and several months later, it was
complete. All he had left to do was upload his AI system to act as a copilot. "Wake up Marv, you ready for this?" "Always sir, I never get any rest around here.""I'll take that as a yes, give me a moment and I'll send you through." "Please make it fast." "Huh?" "You know how I hate
those transfer cables." He rolled his eyes. "It can't be that bad." "How would you like to be ripped apart, dragged through a cable, and gradually reassembled? I never have liked that feeling…" Oh shut up.
On another plane of existence…
Stoick the Vast stood outside watching the encroaching cloud bank. He could tell at a glance it wasn't going to be good. Storms of this size happened regularly in Berk, after all they were solidly on the meridian of misery, but that didn't make it any easier to bear. That and all the dragon
raids… He shook his head. Now was not the time to worry about that, the more pressing danger was the approaching storm. He guessed it was about a day away. Enough time to prepare Berk… He heard peg-legged footsteps behind him. He didn't need to look to know it was Gobber.
"Aye, looks bad doesn't it?" He only nodded, what more was needed? "Anythin' yeh need me teh' do?" "Yes, get the village to start hunkerin' down for the storm; we'll be seein' the wrath of all Helheim on this one." He nodded and hobbled away. Stoick figured he'd better be there to
supervise, Gods know what could happen, especially with Hiccup on the loose… Where was he anyway? He was probably making some new "invention" or possibly even testing one… Yes, he should definitely be in the village. He turned around and started back. If anything happened, he
had to be there to clean it up. Upon entering the village, he noted that Gobber had acted quickly in getting the villagers preparing, everybody had a job, and they knew what it was. They'd had to do this so many times, it was routine. Seeing as everything was in order, he figured it would
be wise to check up on Hiccup. He headed to the forge. That's where he spent most of his time during the day. He walked in the entrance and saw Gobber heating the coals. "Have yeh seen Hiccup anywhere?" "Eh? Oh hello again Stoick, he's in back." "Thank you." Upon entering the back
room, he immediately noticed papers strewn all over the place, with drawings for strange contraptions Stoick would never understand set on the walls. The next thing he saw was Hiccup kneeling by some kind of a mad cross between a catapult and a crossbow. "Son." Hiccup stood up
and whirled around. "Dad! Uh… Hi, what are you…" Stoick cut him off. " I was lookin' for you." "Ah, well I'm right here, just doing stuff." He was silent for a moment. "Care to tell me what that is?" He said eyeing the contraption. "This? Oh, it's just a little uh snare shooting thing." Oh no…
"Snaring what?" "Dragons." Oh please Thor not again. "I was just finishing up before you came in, I was about to go and uh, test it." "Well, um, thanks for telling me son, I'd best be on my way now." He turned to leave and then something occurred to him. "Hiccup." "Yeah?" "Point it away
from the village." He hurried out, and Gobber shot him an inquisitive look. "Duck and Cover." He murmured. He saw Hiccup wheel out the catapult, and decided it would be best to leave then. As he was walking away he heard a loud click followed by "Son of a-" *CRASH*…"HICCUP!" "…
oops…" Odin help him.
Well, here it is, the first chapter of the first fanfic I have EVER made. I know it's short, I kinda rushed it. I am open to comments of all sorts so long as they are productive. I want to hear suggestions if you have any. If it's bad, tell me why, and I'll do my best to correct it. If you do like it, I'll apologize in advance, I haven't any idea when I'll update again.