CH 1 Runaway
"Ok bud. Lets pack up. We're leaving, like forever." Hiccup was walking down to the cove. The cove where for the last two weeks has become more like real home then the house I shared with my dad had ever been in 15 years of living there.
"Seriously, why didn't I do this earlier? I probably got way too full of myself and all the attention I was getting. It was the first time in my life I ever got attention. Well good attention at least." The only response to my derisive monologue that I get from Toothless, my only real friend and partner, was a 'whatever' grunt.
Why can't I see him?
"Hey where are you?" I look around to see if I find where he was hiding, but I still didn't find him. "Oh come on. How can I not see a big black dragon in the bright and shining middle of the day?"
OK now I hear him laughing at me. "Ok Toothless, hide and seek is over. We need to hurry up and go before someone actually does come looking for me. That might be a while, but I don't what to risk it. So get your big black tail out here."
I can't imagine anyone noticing me gone with all the partying the village was doing, even if it was all for me being the top student. At least something's won't change.
Knowing Vikings in all their stubborn glory they would never change their ways. Even if some way I actually did make my way to chief with peoples support, I'm sure anything I say would go in one ear and out the other. Or maybe my voice would never penetrate that barrier of stubbornness that cover their ears. Either way it won't happen, now or ever.
Darn it. I shouldn't be focusing on impossible fictional scenarios. I gotta focus on the now. And now I gotta figure out what my runaway plan should be. It should be easy; jump on Toothless, fly away, and never come back. Easy right?
But nooo. I'm a thinking Viking. Or ex-thinking Viking. No wait it should be ex-Viking. Wait have I ever been considered a Viking at all?
Ok I got it. I'm a thinking-runaway-never-Viking and from now on first-and-only-Berk-dragon-rider. As far as I know at least I think I'm the first.
Yeah I'm probably the first. No way we had others and not talk about it in gossip in Berk.
Putting aside my title for now I'm back to thinking about my runaway plan, or lack thereof. Do I fake my death make sure they don't try look for me? Should I just fly up and leave and let them come up with their own reason for my disappearance? Do I fly over the village to show off maybe shout out something like 'Bye' or 'check this out' or maybe 'this is who I really am'. There really are so many ways I could do this but none feel like it would be enough.
I've got so many ways to runaway from loud to quietly that I can't make up my mind. "Hey bud how'd you like to do this. Make a scene or slip away? What do you think?"
And I'm talking to no one. Where's he hiding?
I hear claws scratching behind me. "Ok, there you aruff?!" But before full turn around I see, almost like in slow motion, Toothless in midair pouncing towards me and before I knew it, I'm out like a blown out candle.
Authors Note: This was a short chapter but my next chapters should be longer. The ratings for future violence. And the reason for the title, that will comes later too. And finally Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed.