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Hiccup liked being in the dark, spacious room he called his workshop nowadays. A room full of cloth, wood, wire, metal and paint to repair Toothless's new tail when needed. He had this one new design of it in his mind that might work even better than the current one.
If he could find the blueprints for the last one!
He had already taken measures of Toothless' tail. Heck that had been a long, frustrating task!
No way in frozen hell he wanted to repeat all the chasing, teasing and falling on his face!
He rumoured around his archives. When did the measurements got lost? So far they weren't on his working space, not inside the folders respective for designs, not in the folders for cloth or wood and not in any other folder. He checked them nonetheless, just in case. They weren't inside the drawers of his working space, not in the drawers across his room, not in the top shelves hanging from the wall and not inside any boxes for metal or cloth. Heck, he even peeked under his heavy wooden working space - all in vain.
Peachy. Just peachy.
First some trouble with one of the dragons scaring the sheep in the morning, then the door to his workshop stuck and now he couldn't find those darn blueprints!
Feeling increased frustrated, he started searching in the last place he wanted to file. His old stuffed shelf with loads of old books for inspiration and old design ideas and many loose papers. He needed to clear up that mess, but he always found himself postponing the annoying task. And besides until now he had to adjust to his new prosthesis that clearly wasn't made for unsteady stunts. Well, screw this, he had no time for unnecessary caution!
Just to prove him wrong as he grabbed one of the bigger folders, it slipped his grip – and crashed down the floor. Paper seemed to be literally everywhere like a snow blanket. "No!" Hiccup yelled.
That was enough!
Enough was enough!
Hiccup slumped on a chair, breathing heavily. This sucked!
He needed to calm down; otherwise he might destroy something. Pent-up frustration can do that.
So calm down, calm down…
…
He grinded his teeth and fiercely clenched his fist for a while until the adrenaline started to drop. With it came short exhaustion.
After drawing some long breaths in silence he let his eyes wander around his cramped study to distract himself. Paper littered all around the room due the accident, wire chunks, wood on the floor, cloths in a wooden chest and some books about wood carvings or dragons.
Hiccup slightly smiled and stood up, reaching carefully towards the old, huge book about dragons and take it out of the shelve. Then he opened the book with yellowed papers on a random page about ice dragons and set back on his chair. He would have to update the page about Nightfuries… on a second thought it was more reasonable if he might even create his own dragon book with all his knowledge. Sounds good.
As he let his mind wander with his thoughts about what to write in that book, he absently browsed through the pages until he found some partly burned pages.
Aw, yeah, he remembered that clearly as well.
It had been almost three years ago that a salesman came to Berk with the old, rare book in tow and Hiccup so fascinated over the book that he absolutely craved to own it. However… it exceeded his pocket money enormously. Bad luck.
His friend however! Absolutely hilarious!
His friend had sneaked up the salesman's goodies and held a small candle underneath – just enough to blacken some of its papers and anger the salesman to no end. A big rampage with curses in a language neither of them had ever heard followed and, of course, detention for his friend. Three weeks! But it was worth it. Hiccup snickered at that memory. That way he had been able to buy the book half the prize!
"Was it worth it?" was his friend's first grinning words after his detention. It totally was!
Even now after his friend – his name was Jackson – had moved from Berk (since it became too dangerous with the increase in dragon attacks back then), the book held a dozen of information even though the gist of the book was 'Dragons are deadly. Stay away.'
Honestly? Dragons were nothing like that.
That's why he wanted to write his own one.
But Hiccup also wondered what became of his childhood friend.
"Don't come until you've taken your first dragon down, Killerblood!"
In a way that was their partway promise.
And he had taken a dragon down. Okay, Toothless hadn't died along the way (to which he was very grateful) – but there hadn't been anything about killing the dragon in their description, had it?
And both of them knew this promise wasn't that serious – just a goal to archive. If they ever got that lucky.
Hiccup really wondered what became of his friend.
He knew his family travelled down south to a secluded village called Burgess where relatives of Jackson's mother lived.
Hiccup sighed and stood up. Time to clean the mess! And afterwards he could either look on the map where Burgess lies or ask his father about it.