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Tears silently dripped down his cheek, and he ignorantly wiped his sleeve across them as he ran.
Vikings don't cry. Why am I crying?
His mouth was pressed in a straight line, as he trudged through the undergrowth of the thick forest, stepping over jutting roots and hitting away low hanging branches. His small hand wandered up to his jaw, where a purple lump was slowly forming. Abruptly, he pulled down his hand, balling it into a fist by his side.
The gods hate me.
In a huff, he slapped a gnarled branch out of his way. It snapped back though, smacking him straight on in the face. "Ugh!" He cried out, clutching his throbbing forehead.
I guess that proves my point…
Crossing his arms, he plopped down on a moss laced log, trying his best to ignore the sudden pain in his poor face. His stony expression only hardened as he reviewed the night…
There was a raid. Pretty normal, same amount of destruction, devastation, and disappointment as usual. He had been stuck in the forge again, repairing and sharpening weapons with his witty and tough acquaintance, being told off about how bad his idea of trying to kill a dragon was…
Hiccup, the poor teen had been to busy griping and ranting about his 'pure Viking-ness' to notice the stray bola on the ground. That is when the disaster happened.
The stupid thing had tripped him, and he fell down into the wagon of weapons. A club had whacked him in the jaw, and being startled by the sudden pain, he couldn't steady himself. The wagon that was full of the precious cargo had started rolling rapidly down the incline beside the forge, down the hill. Panicked, Hiccup had ran as fast as he could down the hill along with it, trying to grasp the handle that was bumping along behind it.
To focused to listen to Gobber's screams and yells, Hiccup barreled down the steep slope, just barely touching the handle. Oh gods, if he didn't save the wagon load…
You could say he was almost too focused.
Stoick had turned just in time to see a madly dashing Hiccup, and the wagon of weapons flying down the hill. Sadly the teens did also. Snotlout bit his tongue to try and stop his self from laughing, but the twins just burst out in giggles and guffaws. "Go Hiccup!" Tuffnut screamed sarcastically, pumping his fist in the air.
Hiccup turned his attention away at the worst moment. He looked over at the other teens, not noticing a jutting rock. It caught his foot, and he started to roll head-over-heels down the rest of the hill. This only sent the twins into rolling laughter, and Snotlout started to laugh to.
Astrid came rushing towards them, more concerned with the situation. "Nadder!" She yelled, pointing at a Deadly Nadder that was preparing to blast Hiccup, hovering above him.
"Hiccup!" Stoick screamed, grabbing a bola from a passing Viking. Murmuring some very colorful words, he flung the bola through the air, where-thank Thor-it hit home, wrapping around the Nadder with its blinding speeds.
Hiccup sat there, bruised and out of breath, watching in dismay as the wagon rolled off the cliff, falling into the sea.
…He shifted on his log, face palming himself. If that was literally the most help he could offer during a raid…wow. He had just dumped half the armory into the sea. Such a great help. Now they lack in weapons, now Gobber and him will have to work overtime (Most likely him though, as a punishment), no friends to turn to, and he now earned himself eternal embarrassment. What a fantastic way to start the day.
Oh right, he still has to survive the day. Just wonderful.
Maybe he could just hang out here for a bit…in the forest. No other humans, no name calling, no ignorant glares…sounds something like Valhalla.
I doubt I'll ever get there
A frown seemed to fix itself permanently on his face, as he got up and continued his romp. Hiccup the Useless, Snotlout had spat out to him as he fled. Really, in his head, it seemed like a suitable name at the moment. And yet Snotlout is family, and he usually is the one to bully him.
Isn't family supposed to be supportive in these situations?
Apparently not in Hiccups world.
Holding his icy fingers to his throbbing forehead, he kept walking.
Snap.
He whipped around towards the sound, fear starting to knot up his chest. Dragon? Wolf? Boar? Hopefully a cute little rabbit…oh Odin let it be a rabbit…
Slowly turning, he stopped in his tracks. Looking straight ahead.
And screamed. Of course, a manly scream. Or he wanted it to be like that. His war cry maybe?
This-this thing was hanging upside down from a branch, peering at him with glittering pale grey eyes. It was messed up looking, covered in pelts and dragon scales of many different colors. The cloak hung down, along with long, horribly tangled hair. It looked human...
Slowly, it gracefully crept down, still holding Hiccups sage green, wide eyed one. It tilted its head, looking at how he held himself. Hiccup stood frozen in terror. He watched as it looked him up and down, then locked eyes with his again.
I am so dead..
Then, it came out of its own crouched low posture, straightening its back and standing on two legs. Its movements were almost awkward for it. Hiccup slowly started to relax. From the look in its stormy grey eyes, it was obviously more curious than anything.
"Um…" He lisped, backing away slowly. It tilted its head, then followed his steps, turning backwards and walking almost in sync with him. Hiccup stopped. It stopped. The shadows were slightly washed away by the rising sun, and Hiccup could just barely make out a nose, and cheeks. "Huh." He mused. The thing opened its mouth, but instead of Norse…popping and growling noises escaped its lips. It sounded Awfully almost exactly like a dragon.
At this point, curiosity murdered Hiccups cat. He reached out, even as it flinched slightly. He carefully pulled down the hood of matted and muddy furs, watching as more tangled black hair tumbled out. A pale white face looked at him.
Well, it was human. And…it was female.
Its brows were furrowed, and it looked at Hiccup. Well, not really all of Hiccup. It was looking at his nasty bruise, with symphony echoed in her eyes. Hiccup just looked at how you could make out every bone in her face, and the soot and charred skin.
She backed away from him a step, before dashing over to a tree. Hiccup watched, fairly awestruck. She climbed it pretty fast, then disappeared into the canopy. Just as he thought the misfit was gone, she burst down, landing lightly on her feet. In her hands were leaves. But wait-not any normal leaves. The leaves that Gothi had in her home for…
Cuts and bruises.
How on earth did she know this? She looked fairly uncivilized. And no offence to her, maybe not very smart. She was very wild looking anyways. Why is she here? Why hasn't she killed Hiccup or something? And why…why is she giving him salve…helping him?
She started crushing the leaves in her hands, crinkling the leaves and ripping apart until they turned to a paste-like texture. Looking back at him, she stuck out her salve filled hands. Hiccup looked down at them. The pale skin was stained green at the palms, and the fingertips where almost black. Burnt.
Carefully, he took a fingerfull of the stuff and rubbed it on his cut. It stung at first, but then a relaxing cooling sensation followed.
"Uh, thanks." He said awkwardly, rubbing the extra goo off on his tunic. The girl dropped the slimy stuff, opening and closing her mouth slightly. Then, she examined him in sort of an 'hm' stance.
"Th…Thanks." She copied, having trouble with this new language. It was so much harder to shape the words. Seeing the boys confused and troubled face, she felt herself sigh.
"…Norse. You speaks that." She mumbled, in an off tone voice. Hiccup nodded, peering at her weirdly. Now she talks? "You alone. Thoughts Vikings travelled in packs…" she ranted on, remembering the familiar language which she spoke daily such a long time ago.
"Um, yah. I just messed up so…" Hiccup trailed off. Should he really share information with a complete stranger?
She chuckled slightly. Hiccup eyed her funny. "You doesn't trust me." She said in mid chuckle. Hiccup backed up slightly. Ok, so mysterious, alone, and insane?
"How do you know?" Hiccup questioned, stepping back one more step. He had also spotted the array of razor sharp dragon teeth held in place by a strip of tattered leather.
Along with the grey and pale scars that seemed to dance along her skin, winding and curling up her arms. She was young, about his age, but she just…
Seemed different. Also fairly anti-social.
"Eyes." She answered, tapping the skin by her own. She kept tapping, seeming to be stuck in that action. She stopped, and lowered to her original posture, crawling almost like a Monstrous Nightmare around Hiccup, and onto a boulder behind him.
There, she perched there like a Terrible Terror on it, looking at Hiccup.
Defiantly insane…
"I see it in your eyes…The way you stands as you is standing." Hiccup looked down at himself. Well, he was tense, and his knees where bent slightly, feet shoulder length apart. He was ready to run. He then whirled around to where she was sitting. The rising suns light now hit her face fully.
Hiccup found himself looking at her right cheek, just under one of her eyes.
A jagged, painful looking scar stood out proudly on her porcelain skin, curling almost around her whole eye. Hiccup had millions of questions, all demanding to be answered at once. So, the boy chose the most easiest one to say.
"Who are you?" He said, innocently enough. It was an acceptable question anyways.
Hiccup watched as the light grey of her eyes seemed to cloud over, becoming more stormy than before. He gulped. He totally wished that the snap had just been a rabbit…instead of this messed up, twisted mystery.
She sighed, crawling off the boulder and across the small clearing they were in. The dew of the grass didn't seem to bother the strange girl, as it seeped into her cloak and dirty, ragged tunic. She sat cross legged, looking up into the blue sky. Hiccup walked slowly towards her, still slightly unsure whether she was a friend or foe.
At first, a jumble of warbles, pops and growls exited her mouth, before she realized that there was a human nearby. She hadn't seen another of her species for so long, it was strange to see another being with the same flesh, same bone, and a being who spoke a different tongue.
So strange.
"What…" –What is that word? Oh yes,-"is your name?" She sighed again, she pronounced that on a bit wonky. The human boy decided a bit, before speaking.
"Hiccup." He said a bit downheartedly, knowing she had just skipped over his previous question.
"Hiccup…runt?" She said, remembering what a shepherd had called a small sheep as he herded them through a farming field.
"I know right? What a unfair name." Hiccup breathed. The girl only nodded, but then rapidly turned her head towards the bush across from them. A growl sounded from her, and she leaped up into the canopy.
Just a few seconds later, a great bellowing voice echoed through the forest. "HICCUP! GET BACK HERE AND HELP WITH YOUR MESS!"
His stony expression returned, and with one more glance up into the trees, he started running through the forest towards the village, and 'his mess'.
Yay!
Ughh.
I was sick ok? And I had just finished watching How To Train Your Dragon, the bestest movie ever, so yah. Sick and bored. Sick and bored of lying in bed and being sick and bored…
I know I have two other Fanfictions to do…but I have absolutely zero inspiration for them. Sorry! Please don't hate me.
But for those of you who care nothing of my other fanfictions,
Did you like my OC? Was she awesome? Should I continue? Was this awesome? Or was it so bad you wanted to take it, rub fish oil all over it, dump it in tar, cover it in feathers, then set it on fire, then send the ashes into space? (Creativity :D) Reviews greatly appreciated
