May be OOC and cliché, this is my first time writing Dragon Riders of Berk, and one of my few times writing 1st person. My mind wouldn't let me write this in 3rd person for some reason.
"Hey, Hiccup!" yelled Snotlout at me as I was leaving the arena after dragon training. Oh, gods. Please don't let this be more complaints.
"Yes, Snotlout?" I replied, none too enthusiastically, "What do you want?" He stopped in front of me, and looked around at anything but me before finally saying what he wanted.
"I need some help. Hookfang's been acting weird lately."
Oh, man, not again. I hope that this won't end up like the last time Hookfang was "acting weird". I sighed, so much for going home.
Toothless gave me a questioning look, probably wondering why we weren't home yet. "Go ahead home, bud. This won't take too long." He gave me a last look, then walked to the exit of the arena. I turned around, and walked the way I came.
"Dragon conqueror…" I heard Snotlout's voice come from behind me. I froze, standing straight up, even my hair seemed to stand on end. Only one person ever called me that, and I hoped that I wouldn't have had to deal with him again until much later.
"Snotlout, why would you call me that?" I asked as I turned to face him. But Snotlout was gone. Facing me instead was Alvin the Treacherous. Why was he here? How did he get on Berk? "Alvin" I said quietly.
He laughed evilly. "What's the matter, Hiccup, or should I say, dragon conqueror? Didn't you miss me?"
"What? Miss you and your wonderful personality?" I replied sarcastically. "Not for a minute" I added, now serious. "You'd better get out of here, once my dad figures out that you're on Berk…."
He laughed that laugh again, cutting off my warning. "Yer dad? So yer daddy's going to come save you, eh? Well, I'll tell ya a secret" he said leaning down and talking in a loud stage-whisper, "Yer father's dead."
I threw his arm away, and stumbled away from his grasp. "No! You're lying!"
"Alvin the Treacherous, lie? Look at me, boy!" he yelled, grabbing me and forcing me to look at his face, "Do I look like I'm lying? Yer father's dead. I killed him meself not but five minutes ago." It couldn't be true, he had to be lying. I looked him in the eye, needing to know the truth. He was dead serious; there wasn't a trace of expression on Alvin's face that said that he was lying.
"No." How did this happen? Alvin dropped me, not even caring that I was free. My father, Stoick the Vast, dead? My father, who ignored me for so long, and had started to care about me again? Who I had started to care about again? For the first time in awhile, now, I wished that I was big and brawny like… like my dad. Then I could punch Alvin hard enough to wipe that stupid smile off his face. "Alvin…" I growled.
"And it's all thanks to you teaching me how to train dragons." That one sentence, 12 little words, seemed to send the world spinning. All around me, outcasts jumped out, and tied me up; I couldn't think what to do. Alvin's last sentence was still ringing in my ears. "Now I can let you watch the fruits of your handiwork." I watched, forced to keep my eyes open no matter how much I struggled, as Outcasts poured into Berk from every angle; some by sea on boats, some marching in on land, and, to my horror, some flying in on dragons. I watched, wanting to close my eyes but unable to, as they stormed into houses with maces and axes and swords, or lit them on fire with their dragons. Then I saw Astrid, axe ready with Toothless in a defensive crouch behind her, with Outcasts moving in to surround them. Stormfly was lying next to her, unmoving. She and Toothless took out Outcast after Outcast, still going strong. But they just kept coming. An Outcast came behind her with a spear held high, bringing it right down on her back…
"Astrid!" The world seemed to fall down around me as the spear hit its target, and I hit hard ground.
"Astrid!" I yelled, sitting up and looking around panicked. Wait, this isn't the arena. "My room. This is my room. It was just a nightmare."
So… good? Bad? Meh? R&R First time writing a fic for HTTYD, so try to be nice. There will be more with this (that's where the "comfort" part of hurt/comfort comes in). Until next chapter! (Which involves cute Hiccup/Toothless fluff, yay!)