Authors Note: Okay, this is my first story in all of history. I had to alter my writing style a tad bit (simplifying it, specifically. Astrid isn't the one to go on and on with elaborate vocabulary in my view at least.) I hope you enjoy.
"Ok, but I hit a Night Fury."
Those were words Hiccup often said in the aftermath of almost every dragon attack. Each time the dragons attacked, Hiccup would get outside the forge and use an invention of his to try to down a Night Fury.
Each time, it wouldn't work.
Each time, I felt sorry for him.
"Quite the performance," Tuffnut said with sarcasm, obviously.
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snoutlout mocked.
"Thank you, thank you, I was trying," said Hiccup, a bit shamefully.
I thought how hard it must have been to be Hiccup, especially now. He was son of the chief, Stoick, and yet, he was the smallest and weakest in all of Berk. Must be hard trying to get approval from his father, let alone everyone else...
Normally, I wouldn't care when he said stuff about a Night Fury, but he seemed more sure about it this time, and even pointed out where he, uh, "supposedly" saw it land...
"So, Astrid, now that the loser's gone, how about we hang out by the docks, if you don't have any plans," Snotlout asked, flexing his muscles.
I almost threw up at the thought. Snotlout was a self-centered jock who flirted with any teenage girl he liked. I, among others, was disgusted by his poor tries at getting a date with me, since he was repulsive, even for a Viking.
"Ahhh, yeah, no. I got to go practice," I said, running off towards Raven's Point.
I wanted to become a true viking, not just another fire fighter. To do that, I would practice with my axe day in and day out. It would also get me away from Snotlout...sometimes.
I spent the early hours of the morning practicing various maneuvers, as well as fine tuning my aim with my axe. Time flew by, with hours feeling like minutes. This was my time to myself, and though it didn't look like it, I was at peace.
In the end, I had to stop and head back to the village. Sometimes, I took the same trail to get there, but I decided, for once, to take the scenic route. Haven't been on that path in a while, but I remember some great memories on the way through. The bushes, the rocks, the branches…
I almost didn't notice one branch lower than the others, that was about to hit me in the face. Stopping in my tracks, I noticed that it wasn't the only one that was at that height. I noticed it was a whole tree, knocked down by something crashing through. Heck, a whole trail was wrecked. I walk down, and slowly reared my head over a small hill. I was shocked by what I saw next.
Hiccup was right. He did shoot down a Night Fury, and here it was, all tangled up and helpless.
What could I have done? I kept wondering if I should go back to tell everyone, but then Hiccup would be glorified, and I'd get no credit even for finding it. Plus, if I killed it myself, I wouldn't only show I can kill a dragon before needing training, but that I can kill any dragon! After all, it IS a Night Fury.
I walked closer to the dragon to get a better look at it. That was when I saw that the dragon was staring at me, but not with anger or hatred.
It stared at me in fear.
I stopped looking the dragon's stare. I was determined to kill it. I went into the proper position to cut the dragon open with my axe, and I swung it.
That was when the Night Fury jumped on top of me and pinned me down. My axe was knocked from my hand, leaving me defenseless. All I felt was fear as I stared back at the dragon. I thought that it couldn't end like this.
The dragon reared its head as I closed my eyes. That was when the dragon roared in my face and glided off. As I got up, I became confused by what happened. Throughout my life, the other Vikings told me that dragons would always go for the kill. Always.
So why didn't this one?
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