A/N: Sorry for the long wait. At this point, I can't guarantee continous updates but I can guarantee non-abandonement. If you guys don't get something in the technicalities, leave your questions in the reviews and I'll be sure to clarify them either through PM or at the story itself. I'm a bit of a rut now in the last chapter of Viking and The Frost, but I'll have it out by the third chapter of this ficc along with the first chapter of Catching Frostbite.
Hamish "Hiccup" Horrendous Haddock - Ariel
Jackson Frost "Jack" Overland - Prince Eric
Stoick "The Vast" Horrendous Haddock - King Tryton
Snoutlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs (Drake peers) - Ariel's sisters
Gobber - Seahorse harold
Astrid - Sebastian
Toothless - Flounder
Pitchner - Ursula
Flotsam and Jetsam - Fearlings
Heather - Girl appearance Pitch will later transform into
Bork week - Concert Ariel forgot about
Tryton (the dignified fork thing) - Thornado
Different Worlds
The sky. Birds are flying and soaring happily at its limitless azure domain. From the fog an air ship appears bursting through the clouds. Dawn was just breaking and streaks of sunlight shown from the horizon.
Airship Sailors were singing off key but in merriment, feeling the weather a good day for flying.
"I'll tell you a tale of the vast azure blue
And it's hey to the starboard, heave ho
Look out, lad, a Dragon be waitin' for you
In mysterious breadth above."
A teenager with his hair chocolate brown in color took a breath, grinning and enjoying the air from the breeze around him as he climbed the edge of the ship, hanging onto the roped shrouds as a Greyhound bark excitedly at him.
"Isn't this great? The fresh high air, the wind blowing in your face... a perfect day to be at the skies!" The teenager laughed, looking back to two adults. One, a large man in a red suit wearing a black top hat and beside him a double ponytailed slender man in hunter garbs who was busy trying not to throw up.
Leaning over side, the latter moaned in response. "Sure mate... Urp... Great..."
The teen laughed and finally decided to get down and helped the sailors keeping the ship in shape, gathering some ropes while doing so.
"A fine strong wind and a following breeze. Stoick the Vast must be in a friendly-type mood."
The teenager gave the sailor a once over. "Stoick the Vast?"
"Why, ruler of the Dragons and Drakes, lad. Taking command somewhere far up high in a Sanctuary. Thought every good aiship sailor knew about him."
The ponytailed man rolled his eyes. "Dragon and Drakes!" He scoffed "Oy, snowflake, pay no attention to this bloody nonsense."
A sailor came up to the man, practically flailing a seemingly dead eagle across his face. "But it ain't nonsense, it's the truth! I'm tellin' you, far up high in the limitless vastness o' the sky they live." The sailor gestures wildly, Eagle in his hand flops and claws away at the pony-tailed man's face and flies straight above in safety, relieved. Taking wing to the skies higher and higher until the singing of the sailors slowly faded out.
"Heave. ho. Heave, ho.
In mysterious breadth above..."
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Various birds who can fly high enough are soaring side by side and at peace with Dragons toward a beautiful floating land. Drakes that took on the appearance of half man and half dragon converge on a great dome structure, filling concert hall inside. They wear clothes fairly old-fashioned, Viking blood running in their veins. Most of these people have lived over centuries. Unlike humans, their lifeline is pretty sturdy and long. Just as long as it takes for them to age to their elderly years, is just as long as it takes for an offspring to be born.
In all their levity, their feet never touched the ground.
A Fanfare ensues. A Drake with one leg scaly like a Dragon, the other humanoid one lost and replaced by a prosthetic, likewise with one of his hands that was suppose to be the Dragon part, steps into the center of the dome and opens the ceremony.
"Ahem... The Great Vast himself and Chief of Berk for over two centuries, Stoick!"
Stoick enters dramatically on his partner Dragon that he named Thornado to a wild cheering crowd of Drakes, Dragons, and winged-creatures alike. While the Drakes were part Dragons and they can transform into their beast forms at a whim, their Dragons were like their fated partners and it is a great honor for Drakes when a pure Dragon would choose them as their partner. Thornado's powerful wind blasts and flamethrowers was seen as a sign from Thor himself in which is why Stoick was blest to be leader of Berk for such a time period.
"And this year's assigned choreographer for Berk's Dragon air parade, the beautiful Astrid Hofferson!"
A thickly-braided blond teenage girl enters, riding a blue Nadder named Stormfly flies into the scene and takes side on Stoick's left.
"I'm really looking forward to this performance, Astrid." Stoick acknowledges Astrid.
Astrid smiles at him politely. "It's gonna be great, Chief, I made sure of it!" She guaranteed. "As long as they follow my instructions, things will go smoothly."
"Yes, yes. And with you being in charge, it gives my son a little less to worry about and focus on making a spectacular appearance!" Stoick laughed, proud. Just recently, his only son and sole regent to Berk was chosen by the Legendary Nightfury. Sadly, his son had a deformed Dragon leg, making him out to be a Crippled Drake, and because of this, he couldn't turn into a Dragon himself. But the fact that a Nightfury saw him worthy to be his partner was consolation enough.
If anything, he was a skilled rider. Even before the Nightfury, Hamish "Hiccup" Horrendous Haddock knew the Dragons well enough that he orcheastrated the Parade last year despite his lack on having his own Dragon.
"He may be a nervous wreck sometimes, but it didn't take him long to become the most impressive Dragon rider,"
"Yes, Hiccup and Toothless are a rather impressive duo," Astrid agreed and flew up to get to position. "If only they'd show up for rehearsals once in a while..."
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Astrid signals the cannons, and momentarily, light smoke fogged up the dome, the crowd went wild when finally a beefy teenage red-scaled arm and leg Drake burst out from the smokes on his Dragon Nightmare, Hookfang, leading several other Nightmares. Beside him followed a round yellow scaled Drake on an even rounder Dragon Groncle, a pack of Groncles at their flanks.
From the other side of the smoke, came out two-headed Dragons Sibblebacks with twins mounted on them. It took a lot of threatening and disciplining, but Astrid finally managed to make sure they behave. Like the previous two, Sibblebacks were right behind them. Then at the center, flocks of Nadders bursted out, followed by Astrid somersaulting and going below to mount on the sole blue Nadder.
"Nightfury debut!" She hollered just as the smoke started to fade, another blast came out.
The numbers of Dragons in the presentation dispersed, with only those with Drakes mounted on them left above the cloud of smoke, waiting for the cue to blast out fire after the Nightfury's own plasma blast that signals the appearance of Berk's regent and the only Nightfury Berk has ever seen. Stoick's chest puff out in pride and anticipation.
Only a Plasma blast never came. And when the smoke finally cleared, the place where Hiccup and the Nightfury were suppose to come out from is found empty. There was collective gasp.
Astrid grimaces, looking through her bangs up towards Stoick's general direction, seeing the Chief Drake flaring up, clutching on his Dragon's reins.
"HICCUP!"
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Meanwhile, a scrawny freckled brunette was far from where he should be, exploring and observing a human town far from the skies from the relative safety of the woods' concealment. Actually, he wasn't an ordinary brunette.
While he looked human, he was part Dragon. One arm was entirely humanoid except for its scaly green shoulder having a Dragon wing along with it, and the other arm-his left-was of a scaly green feature. Same with his legs, only vice versa, his right leg being the slightly deformed Dragon leg. Beneathe his unmistakingly human clothes-albeit old fashioned: fur vest with a long sleeved shirt and matching fur boots-was a human torso dotted with green scales here and there.
There seemed to be a festivity for the Prince who wasn't present.
"Toothless, hurry up!" The boy beckoned to the carefully approaching Dragon. Good thing it was black, for better concealment under the shadows.
The scrawny teenager brought out a old sketchbook with a handmade charcoal pencil, before pointing to some individuals setting a table with unknown tools a bit far off.
"What do you think those are for?" He questioned. "you supposed Toothiana might know?" The boy strarted sketching the objects to show and ask a bird friend later.
Toothless, the Dragon, didn't answer and kept hovering protectively behind the teenager, making said teen sigh in response.
"You're not getting cold feet now, are you?" The boy complained. "calm down bud, they can't see us from here."
The problem with you Hiccup is you're not careful at all. The Dragon communicated telepathically. Remember when your father took you fishing and you ended up being hunted down by Trolls?
Hiccup sighed, flushing and scowling. "This whole Dragon partnership thing about being able to see memories should be reconsidered." He complained. "All right. Since you want to be careful, you stay here and I'm getting a closer look."
Toothless made a noise as his Drake crept lower. Suddenly, he sense something behindf him and went to investigate, sniffing at the air and the ground. He looked up ad saw the bushes rustle, hearing a snarl.
Toothless got up and rushed away, towards where his Drake went off.
"Hmm, I wonder what this is..." Hiccup was busy sneaking around behind something large and circular. He didn't dare to go far into the town, but the mysterious item was near enough to the woods that he can immediately get back to hiding. He took a quick sketch of it before picking a smaller version of it up before he was lifted up himself. "Whoa!"
Toothless had his shirt clamped in his mouth and took off back to the woods, where they were evidently chased by a pack of hunting dogs.
See what I mean by not being careful?
Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Hey. Who was the one who led them to chase after us?"
Toothless didn't respond to that as he took off, Hiccup struggling to mount his Dragon. And they took flight just in time out of sight before the hunters accompanying the dogs made their appearance.
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On the peaceful part of the woods, by a meadow clearing, a small Kanha on her nest was humming, fixing up her said nest when it heard someone calling out to her.
"Toothiana! Tooth!"
The kanha excitedly flew towards the voice, finding its owner. A familiar Drake and his partner Dragon. "Hiccup, Toothless, how are you?"
"All right. I didn't get to sketch any more than two new thing, but better than nothing." Hiccup smiled, taking out his sketch book and the mysterious item Hiccup brought along with him when Toothless carried him off from his satchel. "look at this sketch. What is it?"
"Ah. Sketching Human stuff again, huh? Well, lemme see." Tooth flew down and Hiccup opens up his sketchbook to the newer parts. Firstly came the items he saw from the tables. "Look at that. Wow-this is special-this is very, very unusual."
Hiccup beamed excitedly. "What? What is it?" he asked eagerly.
"It's a dinglehopper! Humans uses them to straighten their hair out. Just a little twirl and a yank and you got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair that humans go nuts over!"
Hiccup looked at his drawings specutavily. "A dinglehopper, huh? Wonder why they have them on dining tables." He looked up at Toothless.
I guess humans want to fix their hair first before they eat. Toothless shrugged. So much fuss.
"You think that's it? Huh." Hiccup looks at the sketches again. "I thought they might be using it for eating. Guess they aren't too different from us if they just dig in with their hands. But I guess that's a similarity that doesn't matter."
Toothless nuzzled his nose on the pages, blowing it to the next. What about that one?
"Oh yeah, I have the real thing with me." Hiccup showed her the item.
"Ah-this I haven't seen in years. This is wonderful! It's a snaredblat." Tooth settled on the object.
"Oohhh."
"Now, this dates back to prehistorical times, when humans used to sit around, and stare at each other all day." The kanha closed in on Hiccup's face. "Got very boring. So, they invented this as a makeshift stage and remember the snarfblat I told you about before?"
"The one that you said makes music by just blowing into it?"
"That's the one! The played it and had birds perform on this snaredblat for them. Although they were usually bigger than this one here, that the birds back then could even perform a parade for them."
Hiccup's eyes widened. "Parade? Oh, Bork week! Oh gods," The Drake begun stuffing his things back to his satchel. "my father's gonna kill me!"
The air parade was today?
Tooth was still contemplating the object. "Maybe you could even make a little planter out of it or something, once you turn it over to the hallow area."
Hiccup mounted on Toothless. "Uh, I'm sorry, Tooth. I've gotta go." He waved to the bird. "Thank you Tooth. You can keep the snaredblat!" He took off with his Dragon.
"See you Hiccup. Come anytime sweetie,"
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Unbeknownst to the Drake and his Dragon, from the abandoned land far from Berk central town, far into the woods, mysterious dark falcons watched him fly back to Drake's civilization. Their eyes glowed, a window to the more sinister Drake who was watching Berk's regent.
"Yeeeeeees, hurry home, Hamish. We wouldn't want to miss old daddy's celebration, now, would we?" A mysterious figure scowled as he was looking through a sphere that showed what the falcons saw. "Huh! Celebration indeed. Bah! In MY day, we had fantastical feasts when I lived in Berk. And now, look at me-wasted away to practically nothing-banished and exiled and strip off the ability to become a Dragon," The man scowled, swiping a broken winged mockingbird from its cage and it cried out before being eaten whole. "while he and his flimsy Viking Drakes celebrate. Well, I'll give 'em something to celebrate soon enough." He turned to the sphere. "Nightmares! My Fearlings...!"
The falcons hit their heads together in surprise as they listened to their master's instructions.
I want you to keep an extra close watch on this adorable little son of his. He may be the key to Stoick the Vast's undoing. . . .
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Meanwhile, at the Great hall, Hiccup stood infront of his father who looked at him with a disappointed scowl, Thornado settled behind him, and Astrid right beside him looking just as annoyed.
Toothless hang back, worried for his Drake.
"I just don't know what we're going to do with you, Hiccup."
"Dad look, I'm sorry, I just forgot, I-" Hiccup tried to explain himself.
"As a result of your careless behaviour-"
"Careless and reckless behaviour!" Astrid snapped.
"-the entire celebration was-"
"Well, it was ruined! That's all." Astrid huffed indignantly, seemingly more frustrated than Stoick. "I had my name under this air parade. The first female Drake ever deemed worthy enough to orcheastrate the air parade! Now thanks to you I am the laughing stock of Berk!"
His protective streak shining through, Toothless stormed in. But it wasn't his fault!
Stoick and Astrid waited for the explanation. Dragons were giving respects just as much as Drake citizens.
First off, Hiccup's not treated equally by his other Drake peers, even Astrid can concede to that!
Stoick gave Astrid a questioning look. She shrugged. "I can't control Snoutlout and the twins anymore than their parents can,"
Hiccup coughed. "Toothless, it's okay..."
So you can't blame him if he wants to take off every now and then, do his own thing and ask some questions to a kanha...
Stoick's eyes shot open. "Kanha? What? They can't fly this high..." He remarked.
Toothless ceased his speech. Hiccup threw him a pointed look.
"Oh-you went down to the humans again, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" Stoick stepped forward to his son.
Hiccup winced, forcing out a crooked consoling smile. "Nothing-happened..." Except we were almost caught by hunters... But the brunette didn't say that.
Stoick groaned, Astrid face-palmed. "Oh, son, how many times must we go through this? You could've been seen by one of those monsters-by-by one of those humans!"
Hiccup frowned, puffing out his chest in disagreement. "Dad, they're people like us! They're not barbarians!
"They're dangerous! Their kind killed your own mother!" Stoick roared. Astrid stiffened, moving back as it was getting personal. Stoick placed a hand on his son's head. "Do you think I want to see my only son, Berk's sole regent, speared by some monster for a mere meal?!"
Hiccup groaned, moving back from Stoick. "I may be scrawny, but I'm also sixteen years old-I'm not a child anymore, you don't have to keep babying me!"
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me, Hamish. As long as you live above, amidst these skies and clouds, you'll obey my rules!"
Hiccup tried speaking over the volume of Stoick loud, thunderous voice. "But if you would just listen-"
"Not another word-" Stoick forestalled "and I am never, NEVER to hear of you going down to earth again. Is that clear?"
Hiccup groaned, and he'd stomp his foot if he could only touch the ground, before he takes off, Toothless right behind him.
"Hmp! Teenagers..." Stoick huffed. "They think they know everything. You give them an inch, they fly all over you."
Astrid said nothing, even if she was a teenager herself.
Stoick sighed, rubbing his face. "Still, if what Toothless said was true... Do you," He looked at Astrid, slightly chagrined but still trying to remain dignified. "er, think I was too hard on him?"
"I think not. He's gonna be a man and Berk's chief someday, he needs to toughen up. And your right about him needing to be kept under control." Astrid sighed. "he's too imaginative, he needs to learn how to be focused and not always wandering about."
Stoick rubbed his chin, and then beamed. "You're absolutely right, Astrid. Hiccup needs constant supervision."
Astrid nodded.
"Someone to watch over him-to keep him out of trouble and away from humans."
Another nod. And a hard pat to the back. Astrid grunted.
"And YOU are just the Drake to do it." Stoick beamed, hoping something romantic can develop between the two.
Astrid blinks, eyes going wide. "Me?"
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Astrid flew out of the great hall, groaning. "How do I get myself into these situations? I should be training and working on throwing my axe, not tagging along after some wandering minded guy." she complained, then sees Hiccup and Toothless sneaking off the edge of the sanctuary once more. She made face and follows. "Looks like my job starts now. What is he up to this time?"
A/N: Review please, even if this chapter doesn't deserve one. Sorry for being so late.
