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I would love to first give a big shout out and thanks to all my reviewers and people who loved this story, favorite it or put I on alerts thanks I was not expecting so many to love this… I'm glad you do that really makes me happy to know I'm writing something readers like… Also shout out to bookwormrdd, blackdrac18 who I'd like to thank for reviewing my first chapter… And also Thank Con095 for helping me set a deadline to get this chapter up… You all rock and are so Amazingly Awesome Thanks!
Ok time for the authors own personal apology, I'm super super sorry for making you wait so long before I posted. I just found that my August and September were packed with several things, I never had the time to go through my story and make the corrections it needed. So much happened these past two months some stressful, others great, and others just being life. Well anyways I'm back, though posts may be slower since I'm in school and taking pretty hard classes but I'll try my hardest to update for you….
Oh please note I know Vikings for the most part did not have last names, in my story they do, it helps me keep track of whose related to who, so please don't' hate me for this.
Disclaimer Time: Alright, so I don't own How To Train Your Dragon World, Nor Eragon World, Alegasia, Berk, Gobber the Belch, Stoick the Vast, Spitelout Jourgenson, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Astrid Tyra (meaning Battler) Hofferson, Snotlout Freystein (meaning Rock Hard) Jourgenson, Fishlegs Alvis (meaning Wise) Ingerman, Tuffnut Leidolf (meaning Wolf Descendant) Thorston, Ruffnut Aasta (meaning Love) Thorston, Toothless, Red Death, Boneknapper, Hideous Zipplebacks, Gronckle, Monstrous Nightmare, Deadly Nadder, Night Fury's, nor Skrill. They are all owned by DreamWorks and the author of the books and some game and toy companies… However I do own the Middle names of five of the main characters of the young adults we all love that's group I named the Dragon Sword's.
What I do Own (I appoligize I own a lot in this chapter): Ok so I own the middle names of five of the six main characters, I own all the crew men/women weather named or not. The names of the dragons of five of the six main young adult characters Gregers, Snorre, Hjalte, Roald, Modgun… Now I also own some new dragons of the village I introduced maybe not fully described but are discussed or brought up, Scour the Erupter Ash Dragon (Sorry I couldn't resist making my own type of dragon. I think this came from watching Lord of the Rings or Eragon and I couldn't resist making a dragon that loved to live in Volcanoes and sprayed lava), Anis (meaning Friendly, pure, and chaste) Ok so at first I had no idea that there was a short story with Gobber and a Boneknapper till today the day I'm posting the story… LOL Man was I good or what at picking the perfect dragon for him, I only picked it cause the sound of it fit his personality to me I'm smilling ear to ear knowing how good I was now as for why I named her Anis (yes I liked this girls name, and I chose it because I wanted something kind cause to me in my view a dragon that would choose Gobber for a rider would be more tender yet could be feisty and had some type of physical disability or look of one… SO I pared them up… I wanted a dragon who was tender but sweet for him kinda like a sister bond or motherly bond to coax him into doing the right thing)… I own the Skrill Sirus (Name based on Greek Sirens I don't know why I choose it just thought it made sense with Vikings in all to have the leader have a dragon named after Sirens). Now I own Agness (The young fierce unmarried sister of Spitelout Jourgenson making her Snotlout's aunt), Agnis Caldwell, Licelin (Which was a very old name I found somewhere but can't seem to find again)… SO I hope you enjoy... Oh one last thing I own the absolutely adorable little black haired girl Rawhide which right now is one of my all time favorite made up characters of this story so far… you'll see why (I kinda based her off my little cousins I love so much, the character came to mind a while back in the early story board of this chapter, but she doesn't look like my cousins. I think I kinda created her off of what my mom looked like as a child)
Oh and before I forget I own this story that I hope everyone continues to enjoy it :)
Now What should you expect… Well sadly, you're not going to see Eragon wake from that one dream for another chapter or two, as for this chapter, well it's all in a way flash backs or views of what happened in Berk after they discovered the teens were missing. Mostly you see what happened the day they were lost at sea… Also please note that I did not make the flashbacks specifically to anyone's own POV it was more a view of a bunch of different people you needed to see or hear from… So if it seems I suddenly jump from one person to another I'm sorry but it's the way I made the chapter so you did not have to wonder what happened and what others saw that day. In addition, some surprising twist you may not have expected… Hehehe…. Oh again this does not in any way follow the books of How to Train Your Dragon cause I haven't read them, only the films and Eragon books… Thanks
Now you do get to hear from some people that I personally wanted to know about in the film… Have you guessed it? That is right some family members and friends of the six Berk teens are shown a little bit in this Chapter. I love it… I could not resist…
CONTENT RATING: Um I think PG, but I'll say PG-13 OR PG-14 just to play it safe…. WARNING TEAR JERKER COMING UP….
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ok note, this chapter is really super sad…. I don't think this needs any content warning besides the fact that there is deep sadness in this and a storm, with near death situations… Also great depression from someone you may not think will have it (another thing I could not resist hehehe ;) man I must be hyper after the awesome day I had with my suite mates I'm laughing a lot)
Ok that's all for my super long spiel on what to expect.
Ok First off, I have several ascents that I attempted to justly bring in. However, If I messed up on accents please point them out, or help me if you can I'm good with accents but sometimes I'm not it just depends.
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Chapter 2: That's Why Parents Keep an Eye on Their Children!
One month ago in the village of Berk…
As the old chieftain of the small Viking village of Berk, sulked in his empty dark wood cabin. He could not help but hate himself for allowing his son to leave over a month ago. For letting him leave meant he would never could return to be held in his grasps again.
He held hatred for Odin, who not only took his family slowly away, but now took the last cherishable thing in his possession that could ever truly reminded him of his beautiful wife.
Odin took his son from life, and left him a lonely old man with nothing left but wasted memories that danced along the fire that's cinder lightly burnt his dry skin uncovered by clothing or hair.
The fire after all was so inviting and entrancing. He did not care what time it was or how much time had passed. For all he cared about was wasting his life away in the dim caverns of his once happy plentifully filled home that held all the treasures with all one man could hope or dream of that kings could crave and never once truly own. For not too long ago this house held the makings of a proud beautiful happy family.
Less than twenty years ago, his wife would be humming some melody like an angel sent from God. She would hold and incredible radiating glows as she prepared super. Feeding their young son whom made her laugh for she encouraged the differences that she loved, calling him her special little man with her warm laugh and heavenly voice. Tickling him to coax him into eating his veggies, while he laughed hysterically at his mother's attention loving her as if she was a goddess.
She would not take long before she turned her attention back to the supper she spent all day preparing, while she sighed beautifully in joy while she felt her small growing stomach for the beautiful oncoming child they were to have.
He remembered so clearly as he hid along the stairs or snuck somewhere in the house, she would be whispering to the child as if it was already born. "You'll be the most beautiful angle my darling… I know you'll be my darling little girl, and a daddy's girl at that… You will have a wonderful family my beautiful daughter. Sadly… I know your father will try his best to keep you out of all the trouble and until a man comes for you whom you may as well be sneaking behind his back to meet, he will keep every village boy from your beauty… He will make sure your never taken advantage of… Sadly I can say your brother might get in fights to keep you pure and away from cocky imbecilic jerks that think with their dicks. You my little one will get in..." She would always laugh so quietly it would fill his body with joy listening to it.
Never could he figure how she knew from day one she would be having a daughter.
After all, he could not understand why she felt it was not another boy like he told everyone he wanted and was proud that she was with child yet again. Even he had to admit in his heart he wanted a sweet little girl to be fill his heart with completely joy, one that he could spoil in ways one could not spoil a son, one he could protect from all the men in the village, and be his jewel to protect and love forever. The flower he would hold when she was sad, the daughter when he held an iron fist his wife would comfort, would have a hard time forgiving him, but in the end would run to him with open arms and ask her father to forgive her for making him mad. That when she grew older in the short sunrises and sunsets, and look every day more like her own mother, most likely having his stubbornness within her.
A little girl that is his blessings, that he would all to soon would find to his dislike falling in love and being courted by young men of the village who are captivated with the heavenly beauty she would have from her mother and grandmothers.
A daughter that he would one day find capturing the heart of a man, who he would always believe is not at good enough for her. A young strapping village boy who would come and ask him kindly to marry his daughter, one he and his eldest son would be extremely hard on. He would force his son to calm down as the memories of his daughter playing marriage with the young children of the village, would force the worrier to soften up to the man he would wish to kill. If he was good enough he would allow his heart to break as his daughter would become the courageous women of another man. Yet in days when he is old, he would find her close by his side helping him along until the days he passed and told her he was happy to have his special girl begging both his children and his grandchildren not to cry because he was a complete man with them and their mother in his life.
Tears flooded his eyes at the memories of his old wishes and promises. His eyes no longer looked ready for battle but filled with the sadness of a old hunger stricken hermit, who had no one left in his life but the awaiting of friendly death.
Even now sitting around the stone fireplace a month after hearing his son was lost from him, he could still remember the promise he made to her in their young courting days when they sat on the hill overlooking the summer view of the incredible sea.
'Licelin, I promise you I will give you a daughter that is as incredible as you someday. I promise.'
She never let him forget that, and yet on her second pregnancy she always seemed so sure this one would be what they both wanted, and finally be what he promised her he would give. In some mysterious way, she knew this one would be a little girl. A little sister that their only son would protect being a perfect older brother, as she some knew he would always be so loving and extremely strong for even if he was not completely brave, he would be in front of her.
He still remembered her small laugh at somehow knowing he was listening in and calling him out on it.
Sitting watching the scolding fire, he could still hear in the still house that creaked from its old age, one of the few that never felt the fury of a dragons scorching breath. He could densely hear the sounds of the cookware being banged and clashing as his wife prepared the super she excruciatingly spent hours preparing, while his young son would laugh while his mother played with him and forced him to eat.
It was as if every moment in this house, everywhere his wife or son had gone throughout this vast island, haunted every waking fiber of his body.
Stoick could not believe what he heard about that storm that took his son away. As he sat at the fire reflecting on the history of last month all his sorrows seemed to relapse as if it was yesterday, when he learned his son may have possibly died.
~Two Months and a few days before the six warriors and their dragons found Alegasia.~
Gobber came from the ship with his female robust Boneknapper, both looking extremely glum faced. Many of the Vikings, and dragons while they unloaded the boat kept their heads down taking the packages out. While Stoick and many of the other young Viking children's parents, looked happy from the top of the ramp to the docks.
Little did Stoick notice his men and their dragons were keeping their eyes away from him and the other parents, such as his second in command and his wife Utrid, or Greta the twin's mother and their father Einarr who were all the closest to the ships waiting eagerly for their children. Neither of whom were willing to give their children the space one would need after a few weeks voyage out to sea.
No one who did not voyage along the several ships could figure out an eerie silence.
More importantly, the parents of the six missing teens did not focus on this, for they could not understand the origins of such deathly tragic silence. It had after all been many years since they held this once horrible silence many years ago. For it was last heard during the dragon wars, which many of Berks people had long since forgotten for the good of the love they had for their dragon allies and friends.
Finally, Stoick ran down with a jolly smile in his red beard. He ran to the ship and searched the whereabouts for his son with such jubilance.
"Hiccup!" he yelled finding the more his son was away the more he missed him.
Gobber looked to his bone like dragon "Hu, it's time we told him…Hu Anis?" He asked miserably, as his female dragon bent her long bony neck down and nuzzled his cheeks with her saddened gorgeous lavender eyes, that told him it was only for the best that he tell his dearest friend the truth.
"Stoick!" Gobber tried as his friend roamed the ships and docks for his son.
It was minutes before Stoick approached his friend excited like a child "Where is he, where is my son?" he asked happily combing the sea with his eyes. "Is he out their flying with the group?"
"I'd say their doing a type of flying. Just not the type you think." He answered while scratching his back, he was losing the boy that was like a son it was hard for him to say what truly happened, for the ghosts of that horrid night still haunted his waking shocked stiff body.
"Was he swept away by the beauty of Lockheart…" his speechless friend made him more excited "Oh what did I tell you, he liked it right?" It was hard for his best friend to give him the news when he was so jolly like this.
"Actually he was swept away just not by the view…exactly…you'd say more like the storm swept him…"
"Uh ha! See what did I tell ya…takes after his old man now… The storms are what got me excited too whe…"
"Actually, Stoick buddy…. That wasn't the kind of swept away I was talking about…you see…"
Before he could finish the cry of the black haired and after shaved Viking that was Stoick's second in command Spitelout Jourgenson, crying out from what his sister that was on the ship had told him caught their ears.
"MY BOYS GONE! NO! He… He can't be gone! No!"
Suddenly, Stoick's face grew with furious rage of a storm, as he turned to the second in commands direction then back to his friend and showed the wrath in his overly tired, wrinkle stricken, hardship taken eyes.
"Where's my son?" He asked extremely angered as he clenched his fists about to break something or hurt someone.
"Hu…It's funny…uh… cause that was what I was trying to tell you… you see…"
"Gobber, WHERE IS HICCUP?" He yelled extremely ragged, not carrying one bit about the audience him and his second chain of command were both making with their different emotions of wretched grief and rage.
"Hu!" Gobber deeply sighed as he brought his hand to his face and as he brought his muscular hand down, pulled the facial skin down with it for a second as he shook his head. "Stoick this isn't easy to tell you." Tears formed in his eyes as his best friend since training school had his lip shaking, and the chain in command was filling deep tears in the background with his wife Utrid.
"Stoick…hu…I'm….I'm sorry… But I'm afraid he never made it to Lockheart… I'm afraid to say he never made it period. He…he!"
"Where is my son!"
"He was swept away in the storm, they were separated and swept into the waves… We're….We're sorry…But we… we never found them… their…their gone… their most likely dead…Sto….Stoick… I'm greatly sorry but our little Hiccup, the once nuisance now hero, and leader of the young squad… is… is… Hu…. Is dead!" Gobber turned into tears as Stoick stumbled back.
"No!" his shocked face expressed feelings of disbelief. "NO… He… he can't be!"
When Gobber put his hand on his best friend, he finally came to the realization as he quietly stated through his deep tears "I'm sorry Stoick your sons dead…. Hiccup's dead along with the others!"
"NO!" Stoick screamed as he fell to his knees, exactly like the day he thought his son had died in the fight against the monstrous dragon the Red Death. His hands were over his face. "NO Odin! Not my boy! Not my boy! NNNNOOOO!" He screamed up to the heavens. He grabbed his Viking helmet and brought it in front as he held it together in both hands while he sobbed.
As Gobber noticed the audience staring at the three crying leaders he sighed and removed his hat as he placed it over his chest and looked down.
"I'm sorry…but the six teens and their dragons, whom helped us trust our loyal friends and fellow village members the dragons… Have died… Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III along with Toothless, Astrid Tyra Hofferson along with Modgun, Fishlegs Alvis Ingerman along with Hjalte, Snotlout Freystein Jourgenson along with Roald, and Tuffnut Leidolf and Ruffnut Aasta Thorston along with Snorre and Gregers were swept away during a storm two days from Lockheart. We have looked everywhere for them, but all of them and their dragons, neither were ever found. They were killed in the storm, most likely drowned. I am sorry… But I sorely announce that in what should have been a harmless friendly voyage, we lost the six best fliers and maybe our best next generation of fighters. I'm terribly sorry to announce that they are gone."
"What no!" Women hidden in the audience cried "My babies!" was the light sweet voice that was filled in utter dread worst then old unwedded women who lost her last family connected to her name.
"Boney…no…no..not our girl…not our daughter..." as great sobbing was heard from the man holding his wife farther along the many villagers. This man's wife was one of the most fairest yet talkative women in the village, and for the first time that anyone could remember she was absolutely speechless, all that could be heard were great sobs of horror, as she slowly collapsed into the wooden dock, hiding her face to the world as she keeled over her lap in tears.
Even the feeling of her husband's gentle rubs on her back could not relieve the hurt that for all too many years she hid. She wanted to hurt her husband for raising their eldest daughter more like a man, for she knew it would end in her death like tonight.
Little did she know that her husband who also went slowly silent felt the same way, and wished if he could be granted one wish, it was that he would have allowed his wife to raise their daughter as the women she should have been, and not the son he wished he had not lost when she was young.
"My big boy…Odin why him…not our Fish… not my Son! Why do you forsake our children?" The women besides Astrid's parents, and a dear family friend cried out, hidden amongst the crowd. Who along with her husband are the first to fall to the ground, in the hardest known sobs in the crowd yet.
Although, her sobs are broken by the sound of a young girl, as she asks "Mommy wha wong? Momma, papa you ok?"
The women tries to stop her tears and sniffles "Yes…Rawhide, yes sweetheart but your brothers gone…" she sniffled some more.
"Gone…gone where? Why are you cying he'll be back!" That over killed much of the dragons, Viking parents and relatives as more tears were heard deeply and quiet horribly through the crowd.
"Oh sweetheart…I'm…I'm afr…afraid it's not that kinda gone." The women answered so sweetly, attempting to stay strong for her youngest while the older children and her husband cried behind her.
"But big bro bros, going to be back. There's no reason to cry."
The women obviously grabbed her daughter trying to find a way to make her understand, before she killed everyone here with her sweet innocent words. "Oh sweetheart, it's… it's not that kind of gone…he… you're…you're right he will be back…But not while we're here living… Oh sweetheart…your…your brothers gone…gone to Heaven… he's not going to be here where we can see him anymore." The beautiful wavy charcoal black haired women answered, sniffling as she attempted to wipe her eyes and erase the evidence of tears from her face. Her deep sandy blond husband, cried with a broken heat behind her, his arms around her, wishing he knew a way to allow his daughter to understand without taking her childish mentality that he adored away.
"But we can visit him, heaven, can't we mama?" The little girl no older than four with sweet dimples and her mother's incredible unreal black hair, reached up for her mother to hold her, wanting to be lifted, feeling that could cheer her mother up.
"Oh honey I'm afraid not…you…your brother…he…he died."
"What's died?"
"Oh he's no longer alive, his soul left its body. I'm afraid he won't come back."
"Can't we catch it so he can?"
Laughing slightly wishing her daughter had the same wisdom their eldest son had at her age, knowing she had the innocent mind her own mother carried through life. "No, I'm… I'm afraid it doesn't work that way."
The girl paused, her unreal blue eyes glaring up at her mother curiously, it would make any heart sink and be filled with joy it was so adorable."But he will come back… How?"
"Not till you grow old and your body does the same."
"Don't worry mommy…stop cying…he's ok…he'll be back…why shoul we cry if he does come back?"
"He's with Yippee?"
"But you sai Yippee floated to de stars?"
"Yes your brothers done the same."
"At least Yippee can play width someone, maybe he'll bring Yippee ome."
"Raw… just… just know he's very happy and can't feel pain." Tears were flooding her beautiful green gem like eyes, wishing for her little one not to cry along with everyone else, but by each word, it seemed harder to accomplish.
"Yeah bu aren't you happy if he's with Yappy an Bapi can see him. Cause if Yippee's there, you sai Bapi was also with Yippee, toes big bro bro den with Bapi and will come ome seein dem and makin company?"
"Yes we…we are…we're crying cause we won't see him again for a long time. We…we will really miss him…We wish to have said goo… goodbye."
"Mommy…daddy…I'm sure he misses us too, and knows he's in touble for not saying bye… Bu he's probably sorey and missing us all."
"Yes you're… you're… you're right sweetie…Just don't mind us…." The sound of a kiss being given, as the words of the small girl filled everyone. She was quiet wise in her own way by thinking the six young teens and their dragons were happy and they were coming back. She just did not know that she had to die before that happened.
All Gobber could do was reflect on the last moments he had with the children during the storm.
~Flashback~
The waves were ruff and wild, as this was the perfect storm for the summer season. Waves splashed upon the deck of the ships, threatening to cast anyone to sea.
"Hoist the sails!" Gobber yelled as an order, many of the Vikings repeated his order.
Some of the dragons on board were groaning from annoyance of the furious storms, all refusing to leave their riders lives were at the threat of the storms will to possibly become friends with death.
"Keep… an steady." He ordered, as the rain was so hard it was almost blinding him. Suddenly he ran into a figure, who was somewhat muscular yet extremely scrawny.
"Whoa sorry there Hiccup. Didn't see you through this blasted hell gates storm."
The boy only laughed a little, it was easy for Gobber to make him out in the crowd, for there was only one boy as scrawny as him without muscle like many of the other villagers.
"Oh Hello Gobber…" He sounded like he was trying to hide something.
"Boy what you trying to hide…"
"Nothing!" Blushing slightly, looking as if he was trying to avoid detection as he always unsuccessfully had attempted. "Hide something? No not me, no way."
"Hiccup we're all set to go, ready to fly when you are." His second in command, who was his incredible girlfriend Astrid stated wiping the sea water gracefully out of her hair.
"Ok great I'll be rig…"
"Hiccup! What in blazes are you six trying to do?"
"Um nothing really." He said avoiding the man who was in a sense his uncle, gaze, looking down like a guilty child trying to play the sweet innocent angel card.
"Don't lie to me I know when you are lying." He demanded sternly yet with a gentle fatherly love that even rough stubborn Vikings could not help but show for a child of their own blood.
"You see we're just flying up to the top of the clouds we're going to try to find a clearing so no one dies in this bloody storm." He gave a slight smile and shrug of shoulders trying to get away with a dangerous task for his people's lives.
"Hu… I know I can't stop you so… Good luck you'll need it… and watch out for lightning that can be killer. Almost lost my beard once in a close call to lightning." Reflecting on old memories as he always loved to do with this group of younglings that he had no clue had sorely grew tired of through the years, only politely acting as if they were listening.
"We know." He stated in a hurriedly rushed manor. He eagerly ran to Toothless the incredible black slick beauty of a dragon, who bent down so his rider could get on him easier.
Suddenly before Gobber could say goodbye or warn the crewmen everyone from this ship and the others that was one of their future fighters known as the Dragon Swords, flew up into the sky, until a second passed from their launch and all six of them became seemingly invincible.
"So where do you think we should fly?" Fishlegs asked looking around for a great place away from the deadly lightning as their dragons tried to stay still.
"Let's try where we are if we run into lighting dodge it the best we can." Hiccup ordered while rushing a tight turn around lightning trying to fly against the wind current for safety.
Everyone nods and orders their dragons to do the same.
They groan and attempt to fly in a close proximity, but suddenly the wind knocked them slightly off course.
"It's ok it's just a little wind." Snotlout yelled not scared of any wind, being the usual adrenalin craving person he always was, who would do anything that gave him the thrill of adventure and room to show off. Though he showed in his face definite worry towards his teammates, he had become the terrain specialist of the group living on a farm instead of the village he knew more about terrains and surroundings better than anyone.
"Holy canary crap. Then what do you freaking call that monstrous thing?" Tuffnut asked as he was peering at a giant wave, seeing they were not far from the water, they had to attempt to fly away from the wave.
"Whoa!" the awed Hiccup explained never seeing anything like it, "Fly up as much as you can we can dodge this thing. I think…" he said more unsure and nervous like when he was a nobody, now he had to make a call he did not know how to get out of and pray they survived. For if they ran they would eventually be caught by the wave, making the only option available to travel straight up.
Back over on ship one of the outlooks spotted the wave "Hey over there, we've got a large wave." A short fat man from the lookout station echoed above.
"Can it be avoided?"
"Only if we steady are ships and managed to ride it."
"Then by all means, fellas you heard the look outs. Now steady the ships!" Gobber ordered as he thoughts were on the young adults. "Any news on the Hiccup and the others?"
"There near the wave… But we can't tell if they're going to make it before the wave reaches them."
Suddenly they heard roars from the dragons in glee and exhaustion to get out of the hated harsh storm, before seeing the five dragons diving straight up.
Everyone cheered as for a second it seemed like they would make it, until the wind blew harder than ever, the Dragon Sword fighters fell down to the cement like hard waves. The dragons roared in frustration, fear and agony, then with a final hurricane forced winds knocked them down towards the horrendous life taking wave.
The five dragons landed in the water as sounds panicked noises form the dragons and before the final splashes the panicked sounds from the teens, were heard.
It was the frustrated, angered and scared cries from the Dragon Swords vocal cords that could be heard from leagues away that made the onlookers bodies stand still and watch in fright as one by one as death would surly become their beloved young adult warriors.
Before the wave enveloped the twelve beings, ending the sound of their last cries that was completely lost to their hearing. Leaving behind the sounds of the frightful stormy wind, deadly sea waves and horrendous wind.
"Hiccup! Kids!" Gobber screamed only to find nothing, as one women and man held him back from jumping in, to find the children he taught and find the boy who was like his own son. The young boy that was 'theoretically his nephew' by the terms Stoick called it, even though this was not true and their relations were closer.
He would not believe these young adults, who not too long ago were foolish reckless teens that would do no better than to fight a cow in war, the warriors who went against tradition and were the first Viking riders were about to die and most likely had already died before his eyes. In his mind, they just could not be gone, they were to strong and they just had to survive.
"Sir you'll be killed if you jump in, please don't." The young twenty something extremely handsome strong valorous Viking Boglardesh Holgard one of the lieutenant so to speak of the farming village and close brotherly friends with Snotlout's family, worriedly said. While his face told a different story of wishing to do the same, he taught the boy Snotlout most of what he knew and watched out for him during his most foolish times. He honestly wished to dive in after him, but was wiser then Snotlout, in fact was one of the smarter Vikings in the village, being the few that paid attention in his education, even smarter than the Ingerman children. He even began to learn other languages of the surrounding islands.
The only thing that kept him from doing what his leading captain Gobber was about to do, was the fact that the water was at freezing temperatures and they were in the middle of the stormy ocean. Anyone who went into its depths or jumped in, was signing their own death sentence, and most likely would drown. As much as he wanted to rescue Snouty, he had to face the simple truth that he had just passed before his eyes. If he jumped in to bring back his dead or alive body, he most likely would die during or after the rescue and leave his new wife Lily and their unborn child to a fatherless home, he just could not do that to her no matter how it hurt him to not find the boy.
He only could sigh and promise himself that when they returned he would put forth every effort to tell the Jourgenson family the terrible news. Once the storm cleared, make sure he did everything in his power to find the young adults he still viewed as children and bring home one way or another diseased or breathing, he'd bring them home. Though he knew the young courageous Agness, would most likely tell her brother before him, he knew it was her scream he heard when they witnessed the children fall.
"We'll bring em home o that I will say… But any of us will be killed going out there, toughing the waves and the freezing water… you'd be killed out there attempting a suicidal rescue mission, or coming back and befallen ill by a rotten plague brought on by the weather… You shall not leave us without our commander would ya?"
Gobber mumbles and groans roughly, as he slowly stops tussling under the women and Boglardesh's arms.
Bog realizes this and starts to relax his reasoning to a untroubled un-anxious voice "Please sir, wait till the storm clears… We need to ride this wave then turn our ships to find them, but we can't do that now unless we wish to curse ourselves and everyone else upon these vessels with dark un-returnable death. I want to find them just as much as you do… No one can go out there that means neither my dragon companion Scour of the Erupter Ash dragons, nor your Anis a Boneknapper and one of the most deadly fierce fliers known that can tuff anything, nor any of the other dragons with or without us flying with them can obtain such a feet without dying. We need to survive this storm first; it's our only chance of hope to saving them. We need to pray that Odin saves them and allows them to live through this storm until we can reach them… Won't you wait till the storm clears, to find our young recruits the Dragon Sword fighters?" He asked with the best pleading puppy eyed look that anyone could give another adult.
"Hu alright just pray Odin lets them survive… They are tuff after all… I just hope they can hold on till the damn storm is still and Odin's war is over for a rescue… I just pray they live to make the end and return home where they belong."
As for the young riders, as the wind swooped their dragons down to the water each of them tried to keep an eye on the other teammates. "Hold your breaths and try to reach the top it seems that's our only option…"
Before Hiccup could finish he completely submerged in the water along with everyone else they each found their way to the surface and screamed for help, as they were pulled in by the large storm wave. "Help us, please." They screamed, but suddenly the wave crashed over them and pushed them further into the dastardly storm, before any of them could resurface, they were thrashed and twirled this way and that in an endless dance with the forces of the stormy sea.
When many of the teens resurfaced, all of them coughed from the water that filled their lungs and almost completely ended their lives.
It was Fishlegs who looked around and looked worriedly at Tuffnut who was saying "Ewe!" at the white washed blonde hair sticking to his face and mouth trying to get it out of his way so he could see and breath.
"Where's your sister?" Fishlegs asked while holding onto his dragons back spikes coughing some water as he said it. He had not even given Tuffnut time to look around or answer before asking again "Where is your sister!" Angrily yelling, while his loves brother was still coughing the water from his lungs out and attempting to catch his breath.
Fishlegs was so worried by the fact of not seeing her, and noticing the twin's dragons yards away acting frantic. Ruffnut's dragon Greger's was what made him fretful, noticing he was acting more vexed then the his twin Snorre, looking here and there with its neck as if flailing arms when in hysteria from a tragic event.
"I don't know she was right next to me… when the wave hit…" he coughed spewing more salty liquid that stung his throat while attempting to speak, he did not even know his sister wasn't near him or around.
Before he could finish Fishlegs dove deep into the dark water while his dragon Hjalte roared against his brainless action of trying to find and save the girl who was the love of his life.
He could not see a single thing, and was forced to come up for air a ways away from the group.
Suddenly he saw a floating body. Hair in incredible blond braids that shown like the deserts he reads so much about, a slender body that would force any man to swoon over her feminine figure, and from what it looked like to his worst fears her body was face down into the water, white and limp.
"Ruffnut!" He screamed in frightful agony, praying with every fiber inside him that Odin wouldn't let her die. To his worst fears, as no sounds from the feminine voice he adored sounded, he hated to mentally note that his worst fears could be realized without a single response from her. she did not seem to respond. Large wave crashed into him as he used all his strength to retrieve his love before it drowned her.
Finally, he reached her and turned her over, she seemed to be unconscious, abnormally white skinned and unresponsive, neither could he tell if she was breathing. Her eyes were closed and complexion looked of a sleeping beauty cast to death.
He hated the fact that he could not tell if she was dead or drowning from water in her lungs. All he could do was use his one hand that was not holding her and struggle to reach the group or more importantly his dragon who was trying to reach him but was far away.
"You found her?" Her twin asked worried finally being able to talk without coughing out water and having hair chocking and blinding him.
"Yeah but she's out I think she's chocking on water but I can't help her when we don't have a surface…"
Her dragon Gregers brought his head near the teens, neither of whom realized the split headed dragons raced to the female riders side.
As Gregers and Snorre signaled for the girl to be placed on their back, the two boys lifted themselves up and without dropping Ruffnut's arms; in one swell swoop lifted her upon Hideous Zipplebacks back.
A strange thing happened when her dragon made a purring worried sound, looking with his teary concerned eyes, and turned his head towards his individual rider. He suddenly making a strange squawking like sounds which was normal for the Zipplebacks, before he reached his nose to her forehead, and in that weird moment. There seemed to be a flash of light. Suddenly her eyes bolted open and she twisted to her side harshly choking out water that filled her lungs and stung like knives killing her chest and throat.
"You're alive?" The two boys shouted, quickly rushing her into a tight hold. Moving her to the safer section of her dragon, where Gregers could make sure she did not fall off so they did not have another incident before getting on theirs and resting for a short exhausted moment trying to catch they're breaths.
Fishlegs jumping on his dragon who ventured over and growled at him over his stupidness, caused him to roll his eyes, at the sounds that reminded him so much of his tough mothers scolding. Before with a throwing a few loving friendly laughs in his dragons direction, and jump on his dragons back happily and smugly. Hoping in this instant to just relax and get his exhausted breaths to calm down.
Sadly, this moment each rider took to catch their exhausted breaths, were moments that were spent to long accomplishing. For moments later, while the two boys were exhausted, and everyone else was hoping to rest and not deal with the storm as they sat on their dragons. Another deadly killer wave came and tossed the riders so hard both them and their dragons were knocked unconscious.
It was only a Godly miracle that they each were sitting and resting on their dragons, holding on tightly, and unable to fall off that they were able to stay on and keep all twelve of them alive.
That early morning when the storm finally cleared the Viking boats spent the hours of the day combing the now tame sea for their six young riders and their five dragons.
The only sightings they had were their Viking helmets and the occasional pocket items, that in the harsh tussling storm were thrown out and away from the person they had belonged.
As dawn began to approach and Gobber turned more depressed, the officer of his crew rushed to him "Sir we've searched all we could but their nowhere around here, I'm sorry but I believe they've drowned.'
"I know we all have to face the facts we lost our future recruits… Every member dragon and rider of the Dragon sword fighters are dead, because of this bloody storm." As a tear fell down his face and was caught in the blowing orange storm that shown hope bellow the dark black bottomed broken clouds, Gobber whispered in hope for their new lives beyond the living "Odin protect them."
Therefore, he bowed his head and cried tears of sorrow along with many other occupants in the many Viking boats. While others comforted and sulked in their own ways that were not as drastic as the villagers that sobbed at sundown of that hated death blood red sun dusk.
~End of Flashback~
"We even tried to find them coming back but there was never another sign of them." Gobber stated as he deeply sighed attempting to pat his sobbing friends back.
"I do have something I should give ya, that he woulda wanted ya to have." He said quiet darkly as he hated to tell him this especially.
"Wh… what is it?" His crying friend mumbled in his shaking groggy voice of losing his last family member.
"It was your son's helmet, for it's the only thing of him we could find… I'm sorry old friend."
As his hands shook bringing the item from behind his back in silent puddle making tears of his own, his oldest friend quickly and roughly grabbed the breast plate helmet, and began to cry onto it in tears that can be described as the tears of a fallen defeated man.
For in truth, it was now that his last bloodline and blood relative had fallen and ventured off into Odin's gates of heaven. To leave his father to rule the village with a now un-succeeding line to rule the next generation, for he was now a lone ruler, who would end his rule by leaving his village to fight for the position of a leader to rule with sons to inherit the reign.
"No Odin why… No not my boy… not by son… Not by precious little boy… Why? Why you have to take the things I care for, why take my wife in illness, take my sister in labor, and my brothers by war…. And Now! Now my son by sea… Why!" he screamed again "Why do you take my wife and now my boy…. What have I done to wrong you… What?" he sobbed, while most of that day after the items they managed to retrieve were given to the parents of the missing children the village spent the rest of the day comforting and helping the families get through the day.
For this was the first day in a long time of a the Blood Red sun changing the lives of the villagers and causing terrible misery to plague the family and friends of those young fighting riders who have now passed to heavens gates. Or so they thought.
Back to a month ago…
Stoick tried everything he could, even making re-searching parties with the other parents, while he rode most mornings out in sea on his Skrill.
Nevertheless, every day he grew more and more depressed.
Weeks past, although the families still mourned the worst of them would be their leader Stoick, for by the nearing of two months he had cooped himself in his house refusing to come out during any part of the day.
The only being that could get him out was his Skrill Sirus, he was one mean dragon, but had the biggest heart, and seemed to know small ways to cheer up his tough strong leading rider.
As the day, his child finally landed on a large landscape, that could possibly hold the answers to the questions the villagers all had on their strange connections with the dragons they acquired as companions and friends, and the answers to rediscovering his way home came, filling each of the Dragon Sword riders hearts with joy and hope, Stoick was brought into an endless depression.
A depression that by each passing day was getting worst and worst till it seemed he was only a ghost of his old self and no longer alive. For even the village rarely saw him and when they did he was irritable, or would all to soon vanish.
If only he knew that his son was alive and was in fact soon to be safe on dry land.
Three knocks suddenly panged on his front door, which startled him from his sleep in which he was leaning against his sons favorite seat and home work desk snoring like a dragons roar confined to the contents of his home.
"Stoick I know you're in their now you better let me in…" A growl from outside belonging to Sirus, which he made sure was uneasily loudly heard in the intruders ears. Being extremly defensive of the rude intruder waking his friend "Easy Sirus, I'm not here to hurt him, I'm only here to talk with him." The dragon made sounds of annoyance before curling up and nodding off into his deep sleep, he enjoyed the peaceful unclaimed valleys better but when his rider was hurting he'd be sure to stay near.
"Come on you should open up we should talk… You know Hiccup was also like my son…. More like a nephew… if you remember I was his uncle at one point, after all, I was with Agnis your sister… now can you get off your lazy bum and talk with me already? If you don't… well… well so help me I'll ram the door open."
Suddenly the door opens and Gobber falls forward as he was readying himself to break it down with his good arm. He quickly shakes it off and jumps back on his feet.
Not being surprised by the fact, his friend was deeply moping, the place was a pigsty, only did the glumness and light glow of the flames seem to add a gothicness of death to the dark sad mourning tone.
"You need to talk about your feelings now!" Gobber growled and harshly demanded.
"I… I just don't…. don't know what to do… my only son is gone… My reason to live is… and I don't know what I shall do."
"Come-on think of it your leader of the village you got a large family to take care of that is the village can you not see that?"
"No… For its missing my son." He said turning his head which never made eye contact with his friend, to the glowing flames in which memories of his life, his wife and most importantly his son good and bad ones played before him and made him sulk face turn sadder than it already was, and he let out a deep miserable sigh.
"Well what do ya expect us to do? We can't just look when nothing else has been found."
The village leader's voice grew dark and shallow, his face was hidden in the dark clutter of the room as he turned away from his friend, reliving agony. "Can you answer for me something?" He asked darker than anything he had said that day, sounding as if he was as paled ghost as the day he found out.
"Certainly, that's all I'll ever to do help, whatever it is." Gobber placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder, only to gasp when Stoick rolled his kind caring gesture off, as if he did not trust his words.
"Wh…" He began before his friend made a growling sound and huffed in the strange darkness of the room
"Did anyone watch him… Make sure he didn't get into trouble."
Gobber huffed as if appalled that his friend would think he would not do the one thing he promised to always do. "Stoick… I'm aghast you'd think I wouldn't. Common, what do you think I was doing all these years."
"How did they get away then? How did he do this foolish thing?" He growled, almost ready to flip tables and heavy objects all the way over and toss at his friend, blaming the death of his son on him.
"Now you know him." Gobber chuckled slightly "He comes up with many of these things with or without consent, that's what made him unique."
"Did anyone catch him!" His friend growled and stamped his fists on the table as plates and silverware went this way and that."
"Of course he…. Well all of them were caught…"
"By whom?" He yelled darkly looking to his friend who gulped, seeing the redness in his leader's eyes, knowing he had to stand his ground under his hurt leader, otherwise he would be toast.
"I… I did… But… he told me to trust him… he's grown so much since he was young… he was the Viking to face the Red Death by himself after all."
"Don't you know you're supposed to watch the children, no matter what!"
Gobber held his head covering his eyes and stretching his face out of almost having a headache from the leader who wasn't seeing the point.
"That's the things with children, they grow, and will eventually die… They grow and at their young adulthood mature into who they are. I'm afraid I couldn't stop him even if he didn't persuade me, had the crews well being at heart. You got to understand… He's grown up and is not a child anymore. He's not the child you make him out to be."
"He…He was mine, and he still his he's never grown… and now never will." His voice grew high pitched as he quickly covered his face, arched his back so his long shall covered his shoulders like the bull it once belonged on, his back bounced up and down at the furiosity of his sobs.
"Don't you get it children need to be watched. He was still my boy and he should have been watched…. He… He should have stayed here like I suggested."
~Flashback!~
The young reddish brown haired boy slowly crept down the stairs, his large leathery bag packed with items for the trip.
His toes silently made their way down the stairs trying not to cause a creak to come from the door, not wanting to wake his father up before he left.
"Hiccup!" A cracked voice, which sniffled as if it had been in tears asked hopefully. While the young twenty year old stopped where he was on the stairs. Sticking to the shadows and wanting to rush out as fast as he could.
The voice that spoke, old and tired sounding, made another sniffle and then attempted to clear his throat which sounded even worst and clogged with evidence of tears.
"Uh…. Uh yeah dad?" Hiccup spoke as he slowly continued down the stairs praying this whole night wasn't hurting his father that much. He was finally getting the freedom he needed but would not entirely reach it if he had to wish better on his father's well being.
"Son…" The sniffled cracked voice of Stoick said, as some fumbling with papers was heard, before stillness again lay dull in the fresh dark morning air.
"Dad?" Hiccup asked confused, reaching the base of the stairs and seeing his father's back arched peering over at something he could not see.
"Dad what is that?" He asked knowing whatever it was it must have been important to force his father to cry.
"Oh…. Yeah… this… this is just nothing." He grumbled and quickly replaced the parchment with the towns ration and utilities records.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked while looking at his father who appeared with deep crescent dark circles under his eyes and red lines inside his eyes to evidently tell Hiccup of the large battle of a saddened war his father's emotions had played.
"I won't lie to you, son…. Hu… Come here." He signals for his son to join him on the couch as he looks to the fire with deep wishing and misery. Hiccup dropped the heavy shoulder bag next to the stairs and slowly joined his father on couch peering deeply into the fire.
"She would have been so proud of what you've become in the last few years. She would be so proud of you in every way. You became everything she hoped and more."
"I know dad I miss her too, but I always had you by my side."
"Yes, but sadly less then I would have hoped… You see…. I was thinking of the day she gave birth to you. Even before, the days she learned she was pregnant. Well, I don't think I had seen her glow quiet as much as when she found out. She had such hopes along the entire process, and she was so careful that no matter what you would not be lost, you know her family had such a history with its women; she just wanted to make sure you were safely born. Then afterwards, on that day you were born, my her sweat filled skin and hard breaths, could not keep away how much she glowed holding you in that little blanket, playing with your small hands and… and saying how you'd be the perfect man for any girl for you'd have a heart that could understand. I don't know how she knew… She always had a knack for knowing such things… I don't and never did know how she did it… But she was right…"
"She always said she was right."
"That she was, and she never let me forget it. No matter how we fought and argued, she would win and she would always be right, even when she wasn't she forced me to admit she was. But even as you grew she glowed more and more, she smiled so radiantly, being a mother was all she ever wanted, after you she didn't want to fight anymore she wanted to stay here and care for you. Something about her changed… She'd go off during the day and return later, she refused fighting the dragons once as much as you did… She… I don't know she… she had the same gleam as when you found Toothless in her eyes, I don't understand it… It started when she was pregnant with you… Then countless hours fighting me over fighting the dragons being a dush to not seeing they were also hurting… They were having reasons to fight us…. At the time I never understood it and several things about you she understood… that is… is until… until it was too late, and I regret that most of all. But you're still that little boy who used to pretend he was a Captain of the Guards in Thor's castle."
"Yeah well I've grown since those days."
"In my eyes you haven't." He turned and glazed watery at his son whose face was either filled with shock or surprise from seeing his father in such a different state.
There were moments of silence, where nothing was heard. Hiccup attempted to get his father's blank faced attention by coughing, but even this didn't seem to distracted him
A weary sigh escaped his lips as he looked down and clamped his hands together before getting up and looking to his father.
"I better get going…"
"No!" his father said as his son was just about to turn away and he had a hold of his wrists so sharply.
"What?" He asked startled, seeing his father's tears running down the red cheek face to the beard. "I can't let you go?"
"What? I must"
"Don't, stay, as an order even advice from your father stay here and don't go yet. I don't want to say goodbye."
Hiccup smiled and shook his head with a slight laugh. "Dad, it's not goodbye forever, we'll see each other again soon and I'll again be living at home. But I need to go my teams goin…"
"Hiccup, son…" His hand landed on his sons shoulders, as his son slowly turned and again was making eye contact with his own. "I can't let my little boy go… You have to stay here, whe… where I can watch you and keep you out of the trouble you always seem to find."
"Don't worry dad, what trouble could I be in on a two week trip?"
"Knowing you, you'll find something that does, and I can bet someone will be ringing my neck over it."
"Hu, dad I promise you the ship, supplies, crew, my team and I will return all in one piece. But I must go, I'm twenty dad, its time I see the world, and its time I start beginning my life…" He paused and looked at his father.
"Dad… I love her… and some… someday soon…. Well… I'm… I'm planning on marrying her… I'm asking her when we get back… I… I'm sure she's the one… I jus… just need the right moment to do it is all."
Shock crept over the bearded man, as he stepped back almost stumbling shocked and confused at what he heard. Before suddenly he hit his young boys back as his son made an 'Euph' sound.
"Ha ha ha, that's my boy… take after your old man now don't ye."
"What I thought you and mom became enga…"
"It was all a cover or rumors the village had, no it wasn't during a storm or on some beautiful island. I asked her on blossom peak when we were alone in midsummer where the blossoms are the fullest."
The sun began to cascade on the bottom of the eastern window and filled the room slowly with golden yellow rays of sunlight, saying the new day was coming. Yet to Stoick it felt like the smile and gleaming angel of his wife had come into the room laughing and smiling of the scene before her reflecting on the same old memories.
"Thanks dad… But I've got to go."
"Promise me you'll be watched twenty four seven."
"Oh don't worry" He chuckled "I promise your people will be watching any of us now." But as he turned he heard his father sniffle.
"Hey dad."
"Wh… wha… what?" the obviously depressed man asked as he tried to dry his tears again.
Hiccup, reached his hand out for his fathers, before moments passed and his father took the gesture, and with all his new strength of the past few years, he pulled his father who easily stumbled into a large warm embrace.
"I'll miss you…. I'm sorry I couldn't say no to one trip of an adventure, I promise next time you ask I'll stay. I love you dad… And will think of you every day, hopefully Odin doesn't give you too much stress and lets life be fun enough that the two weeks fly by."
"Oh I'm sure they will." His father chuckled. However, as Hiccup smiled, his eyes opened, and caught the finally dressed velvety purple dress, tan cattle jacket, and fur of a muskrat around the collar. Her lips so tender and sweet and the look of a fare maiden of the old Nordic tales. For this brunet with the princesses look, was his mother, the royal of another village who was brought to marry the wealthy of their village while her eldest brother took over hers, and here she fell for his father. The beautiful brunet who died the week she returned from visiting her sick father who passed from the plague threatening several villages, and also took his loving mother and sister she said she was carrying. This was the picture his father was crying about, and as the tender moment was held on, he felt great welling tears field his vision and make him feel sick.
"Hey dad." Hiccup asked as he released his tight grip on his father.
"Yes?"
"Can we… well…. Would you like to see me off… I, I don't want to go without seeing you all the way, and saying goodbye until we can't see each other, you know…. Like you used to do for me, when I was five. Can we do it for old times' sake… I sort of miss my old game of goodbye in such a way.
"Certainly son, I'd be happy too." As Hiccup walked over to the bag, his father put his hand in front of him.
"Eh uh uh." He answered with a great smile. "No I'm taking it… I'm your father, and I'm doing this right, besides I prefer it be like when you were a child and I was the only one who could carry this."
Hiccup laughed and rolled his eyes "Whatever you say dad." Suddenly his father ruffled his hair on top and caused him to laugh "Hey." Once again, he chuckled and slightly pushed his father in their jubilant fun.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." His arm swung around his sons shoulder, and together they made their way out of the house.
However, as Stoick turned to look in the room the deep fire that reminded him of his true love, he smiled "You keep our baby safe now you hear; I'm not letting your last light die… You keep our son Hiccup safe…. Hu… Take care Licelin, I'll always miss you my sweet."
As he closed the door with a smile, he began to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing just realized something I loved about your mother that I never forgot or lost and I'm proud of that."
"What's that?"
"You… for you have her spirit, heart, mind, and most of all you have her graceful eyes." Hiccup blushed, as he was both embarrassed and proud, happy that today he was finally becoming his own man.
~End of Flashback~
"I had the chance to force him to stay, she was telling me to… I know it was her, that's why I wanted so desperately to keep him here…"
"Stoick you're making no sense." He placed his hand on his friend's large arm worried.
"I don't care, it was her, your sister and my wife telling me to keep him here… and I did nothing… I'm the fault he's gone, I should have watched him and kept him here he'd be alive…"
"You can't change forces Stoick, no matter how the wind changes, another could have happened when we went out. Who knows, but he could have been killed later, it could have been fate… You're not hear…"
"Then what is!" He yelled turning away from his friend mumbling and groaning in anger, as the dragon outside made a cry that was loud, as if disturbed by the sudden idea that his rider was so angry.
"Hu… If you want, we won't stop searching. The only thing is what are you to do until we find his body; you can't stay here slowly dwindling to death?"
You're a fighter, that's why I choose you, your many things… especially a warrior. Your son was proud of you don't let that leave. Don't let him be disappointed by your inability to forgive his death and move on with your life… Hu I may not have liked your friend Gobber Caldwell the Belch intruding, but he's got a point that I've been trying to get across the past few weeks. Listen to him he means well, and you need to realize your son died to save others… Don't let that be in vain. Be the strong, courageous, valorous, warrior he and I knew and know, show them all you're still that warrior… Surprise them and conquer this ill fated sorrow that has become you. A voice inside Stoick's mind said, he easily figured out long ago this voice was his dragons that on the occasions he heard.
Though he knew he was right he just could not face a village that knew his son was gone.
He would not rest till his son's body was found, he had to learned the comings of his own sons fate.
"Hold on… what do you think… what in blazes would Hiccup think?"
"I'm being a fat oaf who needs to remember his strength." He sniffed and gaze a slight smile followed by a small unnoticeable laugh, while the flames as they crackled, seemed to reveal his son as if he was standing in front of him, and he saw how ashamed and angry his young boy would be. More importantly, he heard everything he would say as if he were standing right there before him.
"Exactly, he looked up to you even when you scolded him so much. Now that would be one disappointed boy if he saw you acting like this. He's probably looking down from the heavens frowning with your dear wife. Now she'd be punching you out if she was still around and saw you like this instead of doing something."
Stoick gave a deep laugh "That she would, and she would run me over with a ox pulling its cart as a harsh deadly lesson for being such an oaf.
"That she would…you're son… well he's not much of a well you know… he was a softy when it came to wanting to hate you or even have any harm come over you… but he would be greatly disappointed in you."
"Hu your right. But how would I face them?"
"Like always for I'm right there with you to help and you may still sulk but at least get out their fresh air will make you feel better its a proven fact, and no I didn't learn that in our wars.
"Alright, our people need a leader, I may be a sulker but I need to lead I do this on my own time and protect my people." He stood up as the chair creaked. "Now you coming or do I have to punch you out?'
"Wow that worked?"
"No my senses just need to remember I have two duties my family and my "Family!""
"That is a good way to put it like I tried explaining you should take things slow. Hold onto his memory and keep praying that Odin keeps em alive and that will please your wife and son they'll be greatly smiling at you till you join them if as I don't doubt, they have in fact joined at Odin's Heaven Gates."
Da Da Da….
Ok so maybe I did not completely follow up on showing what Gobber and Stoick do to attempt to find the kids… But I figured it would be best to show that maybe later….When creating this chapter I realized it would have to be really depressing, after all how depressed was everyone when they thought Hiccup died in the movie?
SO SURPRISE, I bet you did not expect me to relate Gobber with Hiccup, well now you know… I did hint after all…. I told you it was full of twists… Finally you know how his mother died, and if he had uncles and aunts… By the way I will say no Stoick's brother (I did not name him cause I don't know if I'll mention him again or not) did not die from the dragon wars just normal human wars… I had to have reasons for him being protective of his son and not originally wanting him to fight the dragons besides him messing things up. I also knew I needed reasons why Gobber was so fatherly with Hiccup and just what happened to his Hiccup's mother…. Yes I know it's sad dying while pregnant… But it's what came to mind, and I knew childbirth was going to be how Gobber's wife Agnis passed, oh and I don't know if I'll ever mention it but she was pregnant once before with their son who was born a still born, and she died giving birth to their twin daughters, who thus died soon after the birth… Yeah I know both men faced super depressing lives but a lot of women died in child birth back in the medieval days just because of complications and medicine not being as great as it is now… Well now you know I'm sorry for making anyone cry I did say it's a tear jerker.
Ok NOW FOR WHAT I WANT TO ASK EVERYONE! So I could not resist letting Fishlegs have a little adorable baby sister named Rawhide (ok I kinda chose such an awkward name because I decided his parents would be known for naming their children the worst names possible just for fun and I could not name her till I used that as her name… it was one of those moments where you can't help it. I mean is it just me or don't you think he would be an amazing older brother, he's so comical and sweet I just could not help but write in a little sister for him… Yes he has other siblings but I wanted him to be closer to his baby sister, kinda the older protective brother thing (also note this was a reason he began to become so fit was for his sister after she was born, which was not to long after the ending of the movie… He became fit because he felt it was his job as the older brother to protect his younger sister that he absolutely loved.)
Now the reason I'm talking so much about Rawhide is this; I came up with the character a while ago, after realizing the chapter needed a better flow and she helped push that flow . Especially because I just love depressing films where they write in a child who says all these things that make everyone else sad and they don't understand what they've done… Well that's actually happened in life for I've seen it, but I love these moments even if their sad when they happen I sometimes look back and love them for how adorable the child was and how naive they were… And it did help push the story to the flashback and reasons for it all of a sudden having the flash back occur in such a strange sad moment. However, I have more news…. Well I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT HER (RAWHIDE) because I wrote her in when I was thinking about eventually bringing one of the characters sister or younger nave brother in. Now I'm not going to say what I may have planned for her per se, but I want to know if you like her enough and want me to eventually bring her back into the story… I will say I cannot promise she will be in any chapters for a while but I want to bring her in... My plans may be at first to have well a similar connection in the dream way that Eragon and Arya see each other to be with Fishlegs and his sister (Ok maybe different from them but I think you get what I mean protective brother still connected to his sister he can't help but protect)… Cause as you notice I'm trying to fully shape the lives of every single one of what I'm calling the Dragon Sword Warriors, because I feel since their my main characters and not much is known in the film about them. That I would bring more depth to their lives and reasons they are who they are… And that includes the relationship with their kin.. SO please I need you to message me on her character if you like her or not… I need to know if you do like her or sort of do, if you want her to still be a child young child or not… I really wanted to have Fishlegs to have someone that he thinks about and misses, that he wants to return for… I wanted a particular reason why Ruffnut preferred him to Snotlout, besides how his body is now handsome and him being smart or the fact that most girls in the village wanted him since he became handsome. I needed something deeper in their relationship, because that's life I mean unless its puppy love there always are deeper reasons for people being in relationships. So please let me know on what you think of Rawhide, if you want more of her or not. Also let me know about my other new characters that I've mentioned in this chapter, for this is one I'm bringing forth possibly new people that I need your opinions on if you do want them to be discussed or seen more later one… If you want more or someone new that I've created, then please do let me know.
Now next chapter…. You'll love thi,s first day of lessons, and taking flight to avoid the Ra'zac. How will that go? You'll see… More interesting things occur as the teens find the new land incredibly different from their home.
Feel free to suggest anything you'd like to see in any chapter or anyone for that matter, I'm always up for requests and try my best to use them… I'm not quite sure song requests will work for this story seeing it's way back in Medieval like times I don't know if I could use songs of our times justly without making it seem like comedy.
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