My Father's Dragon
Chapter One "Orion Stoic Haddock"
A/N: This is one is still short, but it's to give you an inside of what Orion is like. Just a feel of the character. I wanted to wait a few more days before putting up the next chapter but my excitement got the best of me unfortunately, but still; enjoy. :)
"Give it back!"
"Come and get it short stuff! Hahah!"
"Give it back now!"
"Come little baby! Come and get it!"
"Give it back or else I'm telling Mom!" I threaten with a growl as both my brothers looked at each other and decided it wasn't worth it to tease me any longer. I let out an 'oof', stumbling back as my older brother Rain, shoved my sketch book hard into my chest.
"If you were a real Viking, you would have taken it back by force." Rain pointed out rather snottily. "Yea!" His twin brother Tundra agreed. "But you're not, you're just a wittle baby~" He teased, messing up the top of my head. I smacked his hand away in annoyance.
"One of these days.." I growled, narrowing my eyes into slits.
"Oh no! She's gonna kill us!" Tundra mocked fear as Rain threw back his head in laughed.'"That'll be the day. Come on! I heard Puffnut is starting training today to be a dragon rider." he told Tundra, the two walking off, completely forgetting they were even picking on me. I just clutch my sketch book close to my chest and plop down on a rock there.
My name is Orion Stoic Haddock and I, am not a Viking. Though I'm sure my Mom gave me that name just to make it seem I sound tough, she probably knew I be a runt..just like my dad was. Well, he wasn't exactly a runt, just not your typical Viking and it seem the Gods had cursed me with the same fate. Course my dad said it just meant that I was destined for something special but what I wouldn't give to be like everyone else; a Viking. I was a bit on the scrawny side, I wasn't built like my brothers to be tough and rough, no; I lack the muscles and the brawn to be even consider a Viking. Which probably explain why I got picked on so much by them.
I looked down at my sketch book on my lap, the one my father had given me for birthday last year. My father... Though he was no great Viking like my Grandfather; Stiock the Vast. He still made a name for himself like... The Dragon Rider, or the First Rider or even Dragon Tamer. Because of him, the people now of Berk are close friends with the dragons around here even to the point they live here. Back then, it didn't use to be like that till my father bonded with the Night Fury he had shot down during a raid and manage to befriend him.
The same night fury I could feel breathing down my neck.
I tilt my head back, seeing a black sleek dragon looking at me in curiosity. "Hello Toothless." I murmur a greeting. All I got was a snort then him turning around and walking off. I made a face before leaning my head back up and turn to watch the dragon walk off. Sometimes I don't think that dragon likes me very much, though he was rather strange. As far as I could remember, he was always trailing after me ever since I could crawl. I had vague memories of even crawling all over him but as time went on, things seemed to change. He barely lets me near him at times. The only person he ever let close or even ride him was my Father, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.
And Toothless being, my Father's Dragon.
I sighed and just scratch the back of my head and turn around, opening my book to a page I had drawn a few days ago of my father and Toothless bonding one evening. It was well done and even I was proud of it. A smile tug at my lips and I flip to a clean page and began doodling. I should have gone back home since Toothless being here meant my Father return from his previous journey. Since he wasn't Chief yet of the tribe he was the teacher of dragon training; teaching the teenagers how to bond and ride their dragon. Sometimes he was a forger, going on long periods of journey to find food or wood for the cold nights and winter. He probably just came back from forging for wood. I figure later I would greet him, I wasn't in the best mood to be seeing him, my dad had this sixth sense knowing when my brothers picked on me and then scolded them later which just lead more sibling abuse. Course it probably wouldn't be so bad now that Dad was home.
A familiar croon caught my ears, distracting me from having doodle both my brothers deaths and look to see Two. Two was a Terrible Terror but was so cute to boot and he was a beautiful green color. He was my pet dragon since the twins both got the Monstrous Nightmares; well, at least bonded with them. Though they made fun of me for only bonding with a small dragon, though said it fit my small status. It didn't matter, I loved Two to death. He was the best companion anyone could ever ask for, though he was a trouble maker especially when it came from stealing food from Toothless. I don't think Two understood quite well you don't steal a Night Fury's food. Usually he hangs around my mother and her Nadder, Bane but guessing since Dad was home meant Two didn't want to be around a disgruntle Night Fury. For some odd reason, Toothless was really restless when coming back from a long journey; I chalked it up to being tired, Two chalked it up to being a jerk. A hand stray down to pet his back, dancing along the ridges before moving to scratch along his neck. I got in return was a happy trill then loud purring, I couldn't help but smile. He was really adorable.
I continue to pet him for a while long, to engross with my drawing that I hadn't heard anyone come up behind me, stirring up the hair on the back of my neck. A surprise gasp escape my lips as I sat up straight, still as a rock, trying to figure out who was behind me. A soft warm chuckle reached my ears and my head tilt back to see my father. "Da~" I grin, turning around to jump on him, sketchbook falling to the ground; abandon for now. Two looked up to see what the commotion was about and only wiggle his little hieney as he cocks his head to the side, letting out a happy chirp and move to crawl up my father's leg as I was held close to his chest. I was surprise to see my father had come and look for me, half the time he just waits till I came home to give me a proper greeting. As if sensing my curiosity, my father explain to me: "Toothless felt something was wrong and push me to go find you."
"Toothless?" My eyes wide in surprisement before looking to see the dragon, but alas, it was just father and I; meaning he was back at the village. "Well, Toothless was being over dramatic. I'm fine, I was just bored, that's all." I lied. Dang dragon, why he go and do that? My father just gave me a curious look but kiss the top of my head and set me down.
"If you say so." he murmurs quietly, looking at Two and pluck the small dragon off his shirt and scratch his neck gently. Two began purring happily, his tail wagging before be was given to me to hold. Two nuzzle up against me, making me smile and look up my dad. He smiles and rub my red hair once more. "Don't stay out too late." He said before heading back to the village. All I said was an 'ok' watching my Dad walk away, still standing there before finally turning to sit down on the rock and use a hand to pick my sketchbook with a sigh. I flipped back to the doodle I did of my brothers death and shifted Two on my lap more comfortable, picking up my pen and just scratch the drawing out.
If only if only...
