How to Train your Dragon: Hicca's Tale
Fem! Hiccup. Male! Astrid. Hicca, daughter of the Chief and Apprentice to the Black smith. Not the first person you'd go to if you had a dragon problem, but oh well looks can be deceiving.
Chapter 1: Pests
Hi. Welcome to the life of hopelessness! Before you say anything, and to answer your question, yes I am a Viking. Not the toughest or meatiest of the bunch but I've have quirks that come in handy (sense the sarcasm). I am 15 years old and not the most charming as far as Vikings are concerned. You see, I was never actually the most welcome or loved pup from the litter. In fact, I was the runt.
This gigantic shard of rock jutting straight out of the water is Berk. Its twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery... the village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new.
We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...
An Auburn haired girl pulled open the door... as a dragon swooped directly toward it blasting fire, the girl slammed the door shut. The fire shoots through the slats of wood, illuminating her.
"Dragons..." Whispered the girl, picking up a small hammer, opening the door and leaping off of the front porch. She weaved through the erupting mayhem as Vikings poured out of the buildings, ready for a fight. More dragons swarmed in, setting rooftops alight and hauling off sheep.
Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.
Vikings sound the alarm. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand. The girl darted through alleys, staying under eaves, making her way through the battle.
My name's Hicca. Great name, I know, at least it's better than Hiccup like at least two of my grandfathers. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanour wouldn't do that.
Dragons swept back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the Vikings who threw them. A burly warrior got tossed in an explosion, knocking Hicca to the ground.
"Arggghhhhh! Mornin'!" yelled a Viking.
Hicca got to her feet and continued to rush past gigantic men and women.
'If only Noctus hadn't tried to kill all of us.' Thought Hicca, heading towards the forge.
Meet the neighbours. Hoark the Haggard...
"What are you doing out!?"
... Burnthair the Broad...
"Get inside!"
... Phlegma the Fierce...
"Get back inside!"
"Ack!" muttered Hicca, she passed a silent ox of a Viking, picking his ear.
Yep, just Ack.
Hicca was suddenly yanked from the path of a strafing dragon and held aloft to the crowd. A burly man with a large red beard and hugely-horned helmet that size of a tiny monster had hold of her. He stared accusingly to the crowd around us. "Hicca?! What is she doing out again?!" Then he looked at her with this sour scowl. "What are you doing out?! Get inside!"
The flames lit up his scowling face and matted red beard. He set her down and turned to the sky, searching.
That men who held me is Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?
Stoick grabbed a wooden cart and hurled it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky.
Fuck yes.
An explosion forced Vikings to duck. Stoick stood firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.
Stoick barked to his men. "What have we got?"
"Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."
"Any Night Furies?" Asked Stoick.
"None so far." Answered the Viking.
"Good." Said Stoick.
"Hoist the torches!" Bellowed Stoick.
Massive flaming braziers were raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealed swirling dragons of all types.
Below, Hicca crossed an open plaza and ducked into an open building with a tall chimney. She crossed behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith reshaped blades with a hammer and tongs appendage.
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party, lass. I thought you'd been carried off." Said the man.
Hicca donned a leather apron and started to put away the man's scattered appendages.
"Who me?" said Hicca "Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." she gave a bodybuilder pose before continuing, "Besides they know better than to attack the former weapon smith of the Guardian Knights." Hicca rolled up her sleeves slightly, revealing sliver-gold armour on her lower arms.
"They need toothpicks, don't they?" was his response with a knowing smile as if to say 'yeah right!'
With a sour and irritated look, Hicca got to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowded the counter for replacements.
The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well... littler. The only time I stopped was with the Guardians, an Order that worked with Dragons, well until we were betrayed and disbanded.
"We move to the lower defenses." said Stoick. "We'll counter-attack with the catapults."
Armed men rushed past, flanking others who carried sheep to safety. Stoick followed up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafed the rooftops with Napalm-like fire.
See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses. Woodwork is a nightmare, that's why I stick to metal.
Which was true, she would commonly build thing primarily made of Metal and Stone, if there was wood it was internal.
"FIRE!" In response, the fire brigade charged through the plaza - four teens, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels. From it, they filled buckets of water to douse the flames. One among them is an energetic Viking guy.
Hicca leaned out of the stall to watch him.
That's Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And... Aran! His parent are currently pushing for him to take over as chief instead of me, not that I mind, since he is kinda my boyfriend.
An explosion erupted behind him, framing him in a ball of fire. The others joined him, looking awesome and heroic.
Their job is so much cooler, literally.
Hicca tried to jump out and check for wounded but Gobber grabbed her from behind.
"Gobber, let me go, I need to check them for wound." Whined Hicca, struggling against his grip.
"More like ye want to suck face with tha' boyfriend of yours, Hicca." Retorted Gobber, Hicca's face immediately going red.
"Shut up." Squeaked Hicca.
Gobber only smirked and said "Yer still no' goin' out."
"Gobber, I can take care of myself, I was on the Guardians Council for my skills as a Warrior, Blacksmith and Healer." Said Hicca, glaring at the man.
"Tha's it lass, you need to stop all this." Said Gobber, pointing to Hicca's general being.
"You just pointed to all of me." Said Hicca, annoyed.
"Yes, tha's it, stop bein' all of you, meaning stop thinkin' like a Guardian and more like a Vikin'." Said Gobber, unknowingly angering the girl.
"Ohhh," Said Hicca, pretending to be threatening.
"Ohhhhh." Mimicked Gobber.
"I see how it is, you're scared of me, well then I'll keep being a Guardian to myself and bee as Viking-like a possible, but be warned there will be consequences!" Yelled Hicca, dramatically, getting the attention of a Viking who was walking past.
"Alright Drama Queen, I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." Said Gobber, handing her a sword.
"Ruff." Barked Hicca.
A/N: Right new story, I'll be putting up more chapter when I get the chance and if they're finished, I might make a prequel on Hicca's time with the Guardians and what she did when they fell, if you have any questions PM me.