So... Another new story... This one is only short. A random idea that popped into my head, what if Hiccup was a pirate on Captain Shakespeare's ship? And this is what followed.
Is it weird that I'm the first person to do a crossover between these two? Or is it kinda cool? I'm thinking it's just weird. Oh well, I hope you enjoy.
I do not own neither Stardust nor How to Train Your Dragon.
The sun was shining and the town was vibrant and full of life as the blonde seventeen year old walked down the street to the forge. Her pristine white dress lay delicately on her pale skin, not a wrinkle in sight. Her white gloves sat daintily on her hands as she held her umbrella to keep the sun from her eyes. Clanging soon filled the air and grew steadily louder the closer she got to the blacksmith's forge. She walked inside and was overwhelmed by the smell of steel and sweat. She focused primarily on the man selecting hammers at the front of the shop.
"Hello, George," she said politely as she put her umbrella down and tucked a stray strand of hair back where it should be.
"Hi, Astrid!" the man replied with a crooked smile. "What can I do you for?" The blonde, Astrid, smiled sweetly although inside she was trying to ignore the smell of sweat that always flowed off the man.
"My father sent me to see if you could fix the furnace. He tried to do it himself but he's just made a mess everywhere." She batted her eyelids as she usually did when she wanted something. It was well known that she was very beautiful, and she knew it all too well.
"Yeah, sure," George replied, wiping his greasy hands on his trousers. "But I haven't got time. Henry can do it. Henry!"
A small head popped out from around the corner and soon Henry was visible. Astrid cringed at the thought. Henry the Useless they called him. He'd always been so much skinnier than the other boys. And so clumsy too, always falling over. He was short and was often described as a walking toothpick. He had auburn hair and dull green eyes and, as she looked at him now, wore dirty clothes and had a face covered in grease.
"Mr Hofferson's furnace is playing up. Go take a look, would ya?" George asked. Henry nodded.
"Sure thing, Gobber. I'll just go clean up." And with that the boy walked off.
Henry always called George 'Gobber'. No one knew why. But ever since the boy had started working at the forge, 'Gobber' was the only thing he would call the blacksmith.
He soon reappeared wearing clean clothes and having wiped the smudges off his cheeks. Astrid watched as he grabbed a leather satchel that hung on a peg on the wall.
"I finished all my work so I'm heading home after this, Gobber," Henry said before he left the building.
"Alright, kid," George replied waving him off. "See you tomorrow."
"See you!" Henry called back and walked out the door.
Now back outside, Astrid opened up her umbrella again. It was the middle of summer and the sun was quite hot. She didn't want to burn her porcelain skin. She glanced over at Henry who walked slouched like he was afraid someone was about to hit him. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't understand why he couldn't just become a man like the other boys. He was part of one of the most wealthy families in the village. He could have so much, but he was too weak to take it.
Soon they stopped in front of the Hofferson household. The large townhouse loomed above them as Astrid stepped up to the door and tapped gently on the wood. Her father was the one to answer and he looked incredibly relieved at the sight of Henry. He beckoned the two into the house and shut the door behind them.
"Thank goodness you're here," Mr Hofferson said leading Henry into the dining room.
The room was quite spacious and a long, eight seater, mahogany table stood in the middle, complete with eight mahogany chairs. At the end of the room sat a metal, wood burning furnace. By the looks of the tools scattered around, Mr Hofferson had tried very hard to fix it himself.
"What do you think the problem is?" he asked watching as Henry knelt down in front of it and started checking it over.
"Blockage," was all the boy said in reply as he opened up his satchel to reveal it to be full of tools. He picked up one of them and looked over at the pipes at the back. He ran his finger back and forth along them a few times before deciding which one to open. He used the tool to remove it from the furnace and grabbed a small brush. He gave the pipe a good clean before putting it back in place. He asked Mr Hofferson to light the furnace and it worked with no problems.
"I don't understand," the man said as he stared down at the metal contraption. "I cleaned that pipe, but it wouldn't work before."
"You did manage to clear out the blockage," Henry replied nodding his head. "But then you caused another." Mr Hofferson looked up to see Henry holding a small screw that had gotten lodged inside. The man looked thoroughly embarrassed but Henry just laughed it off. He gathered his tools together and waved goodbye to the embarrassed man before heading to the front door where Astrid stood ready to show him out. She opened the door and pushed him out of the house so that he stumbled on the stairs.
"Goodbye, Useless!" she called before slamming the door shut.
Henry sat on the ground glaring at the door. He got up and wiped the dust from his trousers and his satchel before turning around and walking off towards his house. He didn't get very far.
"Hey, Useless! What are you doing in my girl's house?" Henry looked up to see a group of three walking towards him. The first he recognised as his cousin, Scott. He was tall and strong and good looking, and all the girls had liked him growing up. He wasn't the smartest person he knew though.
The other two were the twins, Rachel and Thomas. They were both mad and enjoyed destroying things. Rachel stood out the most out of the two. She wasn't the typical dress wearing, dainty girl. She always wore trousers under her skirts and the same dirty brown boots she'd had since she was thirteen.
"I was just fixing the furnace," Henry replied hoping that his answer would be good enough for them to leave him alone.
"Well I don't like you around my girl," Scott replied stepping closer menacingly.
"I was just doing my job," Henry replied picking up the pace as he walked in the opposite direction. It was no use. They soon caught up to him.
"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, Useless," Scott said throwing a punch which made immediate contact with Henry's eye. Thomas decided he wanted in and kicked his legs out from under him causing him to crash to the floor. His back stung and his arm was in agony from landing on his satchel full of metalwork tools. Rachel then ginned as she kicked him in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. They laughed and walked off as he lay on the ground, one hand on his stomach, the other on his eye, trying to get his breath back.
By the time he got to his feet it had gone dark. He dragged himself back home, trying to ignore the pain. He limped up to his house and walked into the kitchen where his dad sat waiting for him with dinner. He dumped the bag on the floor and grabbed a cloth. He dipped it in the water bucket and began dabbing it gently on his eye, hissing at the painful sting.
"You got beat up again, didn't you?" his father, Stephen, said as he sat down.
"Yup," Henry replied, mostly concentrating on the swelling.
"Honestly, Henry. I don't know why you let them do this to you," Stephen said shaking his head in disappointment.
"You say it like it's my fault," Henry shot back glaring across the table. "I didn't want to get a black eye."
"But they wouldn't pick on you in the first place if you weren't so weak and…and…" He stopped before finishing. Henry just look at him feeling rejected.
"Useless? That's what you were going to say right? Well, if I'm so useless, then why am I even here?" He got up and left the table leaving his father speechless.
"Henry!" Stephen called his son back but got no answer. He sighed, shaking his head. He knew he'd gone too far. He had never been good with words. He was only trying to help his son be a better man.
Upstairs, unbeknownst to Stephen, Henry was packing his things into a bag. Clothes and anything else he thought would be useful, along with a small moneybag containing all the money he had earned from working at the forge. If no one thought he was of any use in any way, then he'd just have to find somewhere where people appreciated him.
He waited until he heard his father go to bed and then he slowly snuck out of the house and into the night.
So, let me know what you think. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Until next time!