A/N: Just a warning, this fanfic is going to have to be very unstressful (if that's a word). My last fanfic (6 months ago!) was VERY stressful, and I don't want that. So, that means: no pressure on updates, and no pressure on finishing (I'm sorry if you love it and I don't end up finishing- don't get me wrong, I want to finish, but I'm putting a lot of things in my life, like school, above this) I want this to be a fun story to write, and I hope it's a fun story to read!
Hiccup's POV:
The dragons were attacking. Again.
How many times they've come is unsure, but that kind of information is unnecessary. All we need to know is that dragons are our enemies, and that we fight them, most commonly, with our muscles, and not our minds. Obviously, that is the reason of why, not only is the number of attacks unsure, but also why the attacks are still happening.
Don't tell my father that, or really, any other Viking. They're stubborn. Their way of fighting is the right way of fighting, in their opinion. I've tried to reason with them, but no one listens to me.
I hear an explosion nearby the blacksmith shop I'm working in. I lean out the window to see which house is the victim this time. A group of five teens rush to extinguish the flames. They leave the site together. Fishlegs, the farthest away from me is the biggest guy I know from my age bracket. It's been debated whether his size comes from muscle or fat, but it's never been confirmed on either side as he prefers not to fight. Ruffnut and Tuffnut are beside him. Ruff and Tuff are identical twins, and everyone has a hard time telling the two nuisances apart, despite their difference in gender. Astrid rolls her eyes at the two of them, who are yelling and laughing about the "coolness" of the attack. Astrid is probably the toughest girl I've ever met. And I should know too- she's attacked me more than once about not sharpening her axe correctly.
Speaking of which, I should be sharpening weapons right now, I remember. I take a load of dull swords and axes from the impatient Vikings waiting outside of the window. I turn to the sharpening wheel when I hear the voice of the final teen.
"Hey! Hiccup! Did you see that awesome throw I did?" Snotlout called, "I bet I got out the entire fire!"
I sighed. "Snotlout, I'm working," I responded without looking up.
"Aw come on! You can't make time for you poor cousin?" Snotlout asked in a dumb voice.
I gritted my teeth, walking over to the window. I handed a now-sharpened sword to a big, hairy Viking, who quickly nodded thanks before running towards a Nadder.
Snotlout swiftly grabbed my shirt before I could turn away. He leaned in close, "Did you finish making the thingy?" He whispered.
"Oh my gods, Snotlout, are you going to ask me that every time there's an attack?" I twisted away from his grip and returned to sharpening blades.
Snotlout walked to the back door. "Hey Gobber," I quickly heard him greet as he entered.
"Shouldn't ya be puttin' out fires?" Gobber grunted.
"Uhm, no?" Snotlout replied uncertainly before recovering, "No, the others can handle it." Snotlout walked over to me.
I put down the ax I was sharpening, "What happened to you putting out entire fires?" I asked him jokingly.
"What happened to you working?" He responded, mocking my voice before answering, "Nah, they can handle it. Just barely, though. I will be missed."
I rolled my eyes, handing the ax over to the next viking in line.
"But seriously," Snotlout resumed, "did you finish it?'
"Not quite, but soon," I said, pointing over to the contraption I had been working on for the last while.
"Cool," Snotlout mumbled as he ran over to the machine, "So you say it fires bolas?"
I began sharpening the next ax. I looked over my shoulder to see Snotlout messing around with the switches. "Snotlout! Don't touch it, I said I'm not done yet."
"Don't worry!" Snotlout assured me, "I'm not gonna do anything dange-"
His words were stopped when a bola came flying out of the machine, hitting the one of the customers in the head.
"Snotlout!" Gobber and I shouted simultaneously.
"I think you should leave soon, lad," Gobber informed Snotlout.
Snotlout looked at the machine, then at Gobber and me. "Okay!" He exclaimed, "Byeee!" He wheeled the machine out of the shop, cheering as he narrowly missed a flaming rock shot out by a Gronkle.
Gobber and I stared at each other for a moment. Finally, I conceded, "I'll get him," I muttered.
Snotlout's POV:
I laughed as I ran around the village with Hiccup's weird machine thingy.
The machine thing was so cool. It fired bolas, and it looked like it throws them really good, because when I accidentally shot one, it totally knocked this one dude out.
I reached a cliff at the edge of the town. I looked around, but couldn't find what I wanted: A Night Fury.
Berk had lots of dragon attacks, all mostly from the same dragons: Nadders, Terrible Terrors, Hideous Zippleback, Gronkle, and Monstrous Nightmare. But the best one was the Night Fury.
The Night Fury never misses, so I figured that since I am better than any dragon, I shouldn't be able to miss it.
I told that to Hiccup once. He said that was some pretty horrible reasoning. I told him only nerds used big words. It's pretty clear that I'm smarter than him, because he didn't get it. He called me an 'ignoramus,' whatever that is. He's such a dummy, it was like he held up a sign that said, "Im dum." He probably would've spelled it wrong too.
I heard the sharp swoop of the Night Fury's wings. I looked around and smiled when I saw the shadow of the Night Fury.
"Snotlout!" I heard Hiccup cry.
"Get away from here!" I grunted as I pushed him away. "I'm gonna catch the Night Fury!" I yelled turning back to the machine.
I started pulling different parts that stuck out, but I couldn't remember which ones I used when I hit the dude.
"Snotlout, stop! You're gonna hurt someone!" Hiccup tried to wrestle me.
"Oh? Like you?" I asked, turning the thingy to point at Hiccup's face.
Hiccup stared at me. "Are you kidding me?" He asked without raising his voice.
I shook off the fact that he didn't act angry or scared. Or both. "I'm just kidding!" I laughed, pushing the different parts.
"Snotlout, stop!" Hiccup swiped for my hand, but missed, pushing down a piece. A bola fired out of the machine, and I heard a distant screech.
"You hit it!" I cheered, but then I stopped. "Hey! YOU hit it! I was supposed to hit it!"
Hiccup looked at me really angry, "NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO HIT IT!" He roared.
I looked at him very surprised, "Dude."
"Don't you get it? The fighting won't stop if we don't use our heads."
"I was supposed to hit the thing with my head?" I laughed uncertainly. He was kidding, right?
"Oh my gods," Hiccup muttered, walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" I called after him.
Hiccup turned to walk backwards and face me, "To clean up your mess," He answered, turning back around.
I narrowed my eyes. "I didn't make a mess," I muttered under my breath.
I looked up, and saw a fire a couple of houses away. I sighed, and started walking towards it. I turned, and tried to walk backwards like Hiccup did. I went a few steps before I fell- no, before I attacked the ground.
I got up and looked around, and was thankful to see no one saw my brave but useless attack.
A/N: In case you were wondering, I purposely wrote like an idiot on Snotlout's section, so it could sound like it was actually him. So, please don't correct me on spelling and grammar for that section.
Anyways, I hoped you liked it! I had a poll open a couple of months ago about what to write, and this was NOT the winning choice, but I felt like writing, so we'll see how it goes.
PLEASE comment, I really want to know what you guys think, what you want me to write about, and I will try as hard as I can to make time to write more. Remember: commenting only takes a minute, but it makes me feel happy, and encouraged to write more.