ME: so hiccup you excited for your new story?
HICCUP: oh heck ya, wait… where is toothless?
ME he will be here in a moment, there are no dragons in this story and you needed a brother so I sent toothless down to the transmorphafaction chamber to turn him into a human. He should be done here in a sec.
HICCUP: wait, WHAT?!
Loud bang followed by cursing
ME: toothless you okay?
TOOTHLESS: NO, I don't know how to work this body
ME: okay while I get started here hiccup you take toothless in to the combat room for walking practice the floor mats will help.
HICCUP: okay, come on bud
ME: so ya I don't own HTTYD and if I did the third movie would be A: coming out sooner not in 2018 and B: be about finding more night fury's, NOT a clip montage of hiccups life.
CH1:
Welcome to berk
This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly in the middle of nowhere in Nevada USA. We have mining, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests (multi colored blurs fly by). You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have... (hiccup opens door as red car goes out of control and heads for him skidding in his yard and missing the house by feet, hiccups slams door) racers.
Hi, my name's Hunter but everyone calls me Hiccup. Great nickname, I know, my cousin Snotlout gave it to me after I was doing an oral report and I had the hiccups. The name just kind of stuck. The only one who calls me by my real name is my older by one year brother, Tim. I'm 18 and he's 19. His unfortunate nickname is Toothless because one time he got nine of his teeth knocked out. We use our real names most of the time but we also use our nicknames since it's just what we respond too. Now everyone knows us as the two loser brothers who just happen to be the sons on the police of the town (though you would never know. Ever since our mother died giving birth to me, dad has buried himself in his work and left Tim and I to do our own thing) and the two brothers that work at "The Forge", the best repair and upgrade shop in this town. It's owned by my father's friend Gobber who is missing a foot from a car accident and a hand from the time he had his hand in the engine of a car when it started on accident . Gobber is actually the one most of the racers come to for repairs and upgrades. He's the one who gave me my first car, a custom made DS Survolt, all black with a red decal on top (A/N: Think Toothless's tail fin) after seeing how envious I looked while working on the other racers cars. He told me that if I was going to race I was going to do it right. He gave me the car on my 16th birthday along with racing outfits, a tinted demonic looking helmet, and a flame retardant suit. He also gave the car a roll cage, crash seat, and a five point safety harness.
The only people who know about my racing are Toothless (who is my manager) and Gobber (who is my mechanic and sponsor. He gave me a spare bay in the back of his shop to store my car so no one sees it at my house and makes the connection). My racer name is the Night Fury, no one has ever beaten me. The only one who has ever come close (and when I say close I mean I was a full minute ahead) was Stormfly AKA Astrid Hofferson, she belongs to a racing group known as the 'Hairy Hooligans' the team is made up of the following: Stormfly AKA Astrid Hofferson(drives a Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4), Zippleback racing AKA the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston(they drive twin rimac concepts), Monstrous Nightmare AKA Snotlout AKA my cousin (drives a Chevrolet SS). They also have a fourth member who does not race named Frank Ingerman but everyone calls him Fishlegs after an embarrassing incident involving: a crate of fish, duct tape, and a fisher man's prosthetic leg. Fishlegs doesn't race and drives a 1969 VW bus that has a tracking station in the back, a GPS satellite dish that can be mounted on the roof, and a big radio antenna. His role on the team is stats recorder and to man "mission control", as the van is so appropriately named. His setup can track where the team is on the race course, communicate with them, and record the lap times.
So that's my life, I wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, go to the forge with toothless, work, get my car, practice and/or kick ass on the track, come home, and go to bed. That's how it has been for the past two years, but that's all about to change.
ME: soooo, what you think
HICCUP: am I a badass in all your stories
ME: yep
TOOTHLESS: hay guys I think I got it,seeeaaaaaaaaaWHAM owwww, never mind
ME: hahahahahahahahahahaha, anyhow as always please review