Hiccup's POV
"This is Berk. Its twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village, in a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets- The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have…. Dragons!"
I woke up in early in the morning by the sound of dragons. Four times a week the dragons raid us and take all the food, sheep's and yaks they can get. Which leaves us months behind work of catching them for the freeze. If we don't gather enough food for the deadly winter as we like to call it, we will starve to death.
I ran downstairs, putting on my fur vest, placing my little dagger, notebook and charcoal pen underneath the vest and sprinted out the door on my way to the forge. Just as I opened the door, there was chaos. Vikings, animals and dragons running, attacking or hiding from each other. A Monstrous nightmare passed by my house, chasing a sheep, but stopped as it laid its eyes, that could kill a sheep by just staring at it, into my very own. The dragon is one of the most dangerous dragons Berk has ever laid eyes on.
It came towards me, aiming its burning fire at me. Panicked, I ran back inside, slamming the door with my back up against the wooden door to prevent the dragon from coming in. Luckily me it worked.
At this time of day my job as a blacksmith apprentice would start in a matter of minutes. Once again I opened the door that is now half burned, sprinting out of the house and into the chaos of our village. Unfortunately, the forge is on the other side of the village. Usually I would only have a few minutes to walk, but now that my father is having anger problems, and using me as his 'angry Muppet releaser' by throwing his anger on me, his friend Gobber offered for me to stay at his house for a while. That was an offer I didn't need a second to think over.
"Most people would leave, but not us. We're Vikings, we have stubbornness issues," I thought to myself, running through the village. Almost getting my own head chopped off. I wouldn't really recommend running through a war, but as the raids keep coming on. Vikings need their axes and swords sharpen, even if the raid is still going. That means there's a lot of work that's needed to be done and even the greatest blacksmith in the world, could do that by himself.
"Let me introduce myself. My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe that a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that," A burly warrior got tossed in an explosion, knowing me over.
"Mornin'!" He gave me a smile, stopping his axe from hitting my face just in time. The Viking stood up, running off into a direction of a monstrous nightmare, giving out the loudest war cry he could possible make. I got up from the cold grass and started running to the forge again, passing Vikings who told me to get back inside or take cover. But of course I disobeyed that order.
"That's Stoick the Vast," I muttered, passing by him. I could feel his big arms grip the back of my fur vest just in time, before I got roasted alive by a Deadly Nadder.
"Hiccup?! What is he doing out again?!" He yelled to the Vikings around him, pointing at me. His gaze turned to me and we stared in to each other's forest green eyes. "What are you doing out?! Get back inside!" With that he dropped me and I ran away, thinking about him.
"He's the Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off from its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes I do," Just as he was almost out of sight I could hear him talk to one of the Vikings about the dragons. I stayed to hear what he would say.
"What have we got?" Stoick asked a man, stopping him in his tracks.
"Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare," The Viking called Burnthair answered.
"Any night furies?"
"None so far," The man ran off, and so did I, but before Stoick was out of sight I could hear him mutter 'Good' to no one in particular. Then I was out of sight and finally at the forge, running into a house, behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith reshapes blades with a hammer and tongs appendages.
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." I took my leather apron out of my little part of the workshop where I design my inventions. Some have helped the village, and some, let's just say it didn't end very well.
"Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this," I answered, gesturing through all of me after cleaning off the table of some unfinished business.
"They need toothpick, don't they?" I rolled my eyes of the nickname 'Toothpick' that some Vikings like to call me.
"The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well… littler,"
I went over to a window and opened it, letting Vikings take their broken weapons on the window frame that needed to be fixed. Most of them are broken, unsharpened, dented or bent. Nothing a little 'Toothpick' can't handle, right? I grabbed the weapons, almost tripping over by how heavy they are. Then used all my strength to place them in the burning stones.
I did my work, watching the chief and some of his men carrying sheep's down to the docks, towards one of the lower defenses to counter-attack with the catapults. Over them, dragons lit the houses or smashed them with sitting on the rooftops.
"See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses,"
In response of the fire, our fire patrol, a group of four teens passed by the forge with a large wooden cask on wheels. They fill buckets of water to douse the fire. From my point of view, it didn't really work as the dragons kept firing and making more explosions.
"Oh and that's Fishlegs. A big boy with a fur vest that looks like a dress. Snotlout, my cousin and the biggest bully of mine as well, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, the towns trouble makers, and… Astrid, the most beautiful and gorgeous girl on Berk, but also the toughest one.
"Their job is so much cooler," I try to get the teen's attention by going to the window and almost jumping out, but got hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside. "Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark,"
"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places,"
"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon! My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!" I almost shouted, pointing out to the chaos.
"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw a bola!" He said, showing me a bola even if I know very well what it is. After all, I did design the newest and most used one! Just as he was about to lay it back under the window frame, a Viking grabbed it out of his hands and threw it at a dragon, making it fall to the ground in the middle of town.
"Okay fine, but this will throw it for me," I said, tapping a device and accidently it opens, shooting the bola through the window and hitting a Viking in line for help with a weapon.
"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about,"
"Mild calibration issue…," I tried to convince him, but he cut me off almost mid-sentence.
"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…," He pointed all over my body, "….this."
"But, you just pointed to all of me," I sad astonished over his sudden come back.
"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you,"
"Ohhhh,"
"Ohhhh, yes." He said, mimicking my voice.
"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw… Vikingness contained. There will be consequences! "All he did was toss me a sword, without any special come back. This means I win! Haha haha! How is that for a Hiccup?
"I'll take my chances," Argh, "Sword. Sharpen. Now." I go over to the grinding wheel, placing the sword down as it starts, and a hand on the sword to keep it steady and enough weight for it to sharpen the sides. Then I went into my little own, fantasizing land.
"One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon, is everything around here. A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronkles are tough; taking down one of those will definitely get me a girlfriend. Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire," It attacks one of the towers, emerging from the flames with itself lightened up like it is its own sun. The Monstrous Nightmare climbs to the top with a leering, toothy grin.
"Reload! I'll take care of this," Stoick said, tightening the grip on his hammer and hitting it three times in the dragon jaw. The dragon flew away, terrified by the sound of the most feared dragon in history, who we Vikings assume is the leader of our weekly raids.
"The most feared dragon and ultimate prize in my village is the dragon that no one has ever seen. We call it the Night fury," It aims for the catapults being in use, making the Vikings including their chief, jump off, landing ten meters down on the hard ground.
"This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and… never misses," I thought, watching it blow its second target into splinters.
"No one has ever killed a Night fury. That's why I'm going to be the first," I snap out of my daydreaming, hearing a crack from underneath me. What I see is now a splinted sword. Man, I gotta stop daydreaming. Luckily, Gobber didn't notice. I watched as he trades his left hand from a hammer to an axe.
"Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!" Gobber pauses, walking a few steps closer to me with a serious and threatening glare. I know what is coming, and therefore it's impossible for me to get rid of the happy smile, glued to my face. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." He charges into fray, limping and shouting out a war cry with his axe above his head.
I smirked, taking off my leather apron and run over to my wheeled contraption. I push it out through a wall of clustered Vikings. I weave through the ongoing mayhem, as fast as my legs can carry both me and the contraption in front of me. Behind me I could hear Vikings outside the shop yelling my name and ordering me to get back there. I assured them I would be back as soon as I'm done with my own business. The reason I even went inside the forge was to get the contraptions, but it took a longer time than I expected to get out of there again. I just hope I'm not too late. It's already sunrise. This means, morning and the dragons leaves.
My legs could barely carry me to the top of a hill where there would be a perfect aim. It also happens to be beside my real house…
"Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at," I held my aim a little above one of the last catapults that are still standing, expecting the dragons coming at it soon enough. KABLAM! The tower collapses by the power of the night furies blast, something I like to call 'plasma blast'. The dragon is out of sight, after the explosion, but then it came back and I pulled the trigger. As I did I got thrown back by the bola shooting forward, disappearing into the mid night sky, followed by a WHACK and a SCREECH.
"Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" I turn around, hearing the contraption break to pieces by a red Monstrous Nightmare. So I did what any brave Viking would do. I screamed, well, let out a Viking cry. Just not the usual one. Let's just say it's a unique gift. Yeah…
Vikings scatter as I dodge a near fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm 'like fire splashes up onto the building, setting them all alight. I duck behind the last standing brazier which is the only shelter available for the moment. The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around me, melting the think metal around the wooden material inside. I peer around the smoldering post to see no sign of the Nightmare. Just as I turn back around, I find it leering at me, blocking my escape. It takes a deep breath and the only thing that goes through my mind, I'm dead.
Suddenly, Stoick leaps between them, tackling the Nightmare to the ground by kicking it in its snout. I watch them tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight at the tower. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up a little pile of flames and some smoke.
"You're all out," I hear Stoick mumble; placing his Viking helmet back in place as it almost got knocked off by the wrestling. He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears. Now, I'm really dead. I watch as he turns to me.
"Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know…," I thought, watching the 'used to be' brazier pole collapse, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding the netted Nadders. The free dragons escape with several sheep's, fishes and yaks in tow.
"Sorry, dad," I said, ashamed not daring to give eye contact. I look down to see the last of the escaped Nadders fly past us with sheep in their clutches. The raid is finally over and now it's time for me to get blamed, great. Just great! The dragons clearly won, but I sort of did too. After all I did hit a Night Fury. Should I tell them? Was the only question swimming around in my head. The murmuring crowd of Vikings eyes my father, awaiting his response.
Here goes nothing!
"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury," I said, trying to sound serious instead of scared about what my father is about to do to me, even if I have an idea. He grabs me by the back scruff of my vest and hauls me away towards the prison. You heard right, prison. I could see him 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 clean shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there before it…," But I was cut off by my angry looking father.
"STOP! Just… stop," He releases me. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly. No one knows about the whole prison thing except for my father and Gobber. "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" He shouts, gesturing to the Vikings around us. I look down as everyone lays their eyes on me.
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding don't ya think?" I said, trying to lighten up the mood with a small joke. Really not a good idea…
"This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just," I paused, wrapping my hands around an imagined dragons neck, snapping the neck of it," ….kill it, you know? It's who I am, dad. His large hand meets his face with a loud sigh before he answers.
"You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them," I look around to see people nodding in agreement. Thank you to my future village for the support! Love you too! "Get back to the house," He said. Just what I expected, back to my very own prison cell. They use the word 'house' as a code word for prison cell. Unless they somehow change the plan and lead me back to my house. Apparently not today! He motions for Gobber to come, "Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up," Gobber comes behind me, smacking me by my head and we start to walk. We pass by the only teenage group in town, which someday, hopefully will include me too. After I've killed that Night Fury, they will finally accept me!
"Quite the performance." Tuffnut said, nodding his head over to where me and my dad stood discussing a few seconds ago.
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout, the biggest bully and biggest muttonhead on Berk said, pointing the same direction as Tuffnut did.
"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so…," I said, trailing off as I saw Astrid staring at me with sorrowful eyes. Wait, what?! Is she feeling sorry for me? Wow… Maybe this day isn't as bad after all. We arrived in front of the prison, without anyone noticing. He locks me up in my cell and was about to leave when I spoke up. "Can you just, talk to him? Please?" I asked, hoping I would get away with the normal routine in my cell. He handed me the key and let out a loud sigh.
"I'll try, but you know, he is as stubborn as a rock! You can lock yourself out of here in a few hours when your father can't see you," He said, giving me a small smile. I couldn't return it by the thought of having to sit here in the darkness doing absolutely nothing. Then, he left. From outside I could hear my father gathering everyone to the Great Hall.
Hey guys! New story. So this will be a bit about the first movie, but longer. I'll be adding more scenes to the 'movie' and change a bit on the scenes thats already known. The story line is pretty much the same except for the ending. Please leave a comment and dont bug me with asking for updates, im really not in the mood for that. Each chapter will be a scene so here's the first and probably the longest of them all! Hope you enjoyed!