A/N: Hiya! Okay, I have a couple reviews to comment on…
Pony1997(love your name): Hiccup was born blind. Gothi just some how forgot to mentioned it and by now forgotten completely.
ArtyRave27: Umm, goes to Google translate… Okay glad you enjoyed first chap, I only know a few words in Spanish and that's how far my language goes beyond English… and I remember a friend of Skyla's mentioned there are two different Spanish's soo, if I'm misinterpreting anything let me know ;)
Okay! R&R and let's get this show on the road! (P.s. My response to reviews will be as nice as the reviews. Also please no swearing!)
How To Survive Dragons Without Sight 101
I've been in the woods all morning! And still haven't felt or heard the night fury. Knowing my luck, it fell into a pond or lake and drowned. Angrily, I stopped next a pine scrawny pine tree. I know it is scrawny because when I was six I could wrap my arms completely around it. Actually, I still can. Growling a spoke to no one, "Ugh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon. Grant it, I can't see and am trying to feel it." Reaching out, I slapped a low hanging branch, causing it spring forward and hit me back. Uh, it felt lower than last time I came through here… and trees don't shrink. Figuring I might've found my first clue, I reached out and felt the tree.
It was snapped clean in half. Excited, I crouched down and felt the ground. The earth had been ripped open by a fast moving force. Looks like I need to re-memorize this place if I don't want to fall or get turn around. Following the trail of debris, I was startled when I felt something warm, smooth, and scaly against my palms. Elated, I ran my hands over the still dragon. "Oh wow. I did it. I did it! This fixes everything!" I stood up and placed a foot on top the night fury, trying to ignore how it feels smaller than I expected, "Yes! I have brought down this hopefully mighty beast!"
Just then the dragon moved suddenly. Startled, I yelped. Right, dead things are cold not warm. I pulled the knife that Dad had the brilliant idea of giving me out and pointed the blade in the direction of the dragon's labored breathing. "I'm gonna kill you dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking. I AM A VIKING!" My conversation with Gobber came crashing back though. I'm not a Viking, I'm something else but what? Dad says I can't fight dragons, if what I am isn't a fighter, then what? Sighing, I knelt down and muttered under my breath, "I did this." And started to feel for the ropes. Finding them, I used my knife to cut them lose. Only at the end I felt blood and something fell into my hand, "Hey, I accidently cut whatever this is off, is it important?"
Within seconds of asking my question, the night fury grabbed me and quickly pinned me to my favorite boulder. Scared, I briefly wondered if it was going to kill me. Probably with it's teeth and claws since I can't hear it building gas. Do Night furies build gas? Just then the dragon roared in my face before noisily flapping away. I could hear it crash into some trees. Weird, I hope that wasn't my doing. Shakily, I got up and took a couple steps before passing out.
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Arriving at my house, I listened carefully for Dad. I can hear someone sitting by the fireplace, stirring the coals, most likely him. Holding my breath, I pushed the door open and started to sneak towards the stairs, carefully counting my steps so I don't trip on any furniture. Arriving at the bottom step, I thought I was in the clear and tried to climb the stairs. Stress on tried. Dad must have sonic hearing to because, "Hiccup."
Startled, I turned to face where Dad's voice came from. "Dad, uh… I uh… I have to talk to you, Dad"
I heard the chair squeak loudly as Dad moved suddenly, "I need to speak with you too, son." I raised my eyebrow at that. What will Dad ever need to speak with me about? Taking a deep breathe I quickly said, "I've decided I don't want to fight dragons." "I think it's time you learn to fight dragons."
I blinked, we never spoke in uniform before and I don't know what Dad said. "What?" And we speak at the same time again. This is just creepy. Dad broke the sudden silence, "You go first."
Wanting to know what Dad was going to say, I told him, "No, you go first."
"Alright. You get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning." Dad said in his no argument voice. Which means there will be an argument.
"Oh man, I should've gone first." I quickly scrambled, "uh, 'cause I was thinking, you know we have a surplus of dragon fighting Vikings, but do we have enough bread making Vikings or small home repair Vikings…"
Dad interupted me right then, "You'll need this." What feels like a way to big axe with little to know balance was trusted into my hands. Panicking even more, I said, "I don't want to fight dragons."
Dad made a confused noise in the back of his throat, "Come on. Yes, you do." I sighed out of frustration, "Rephrase. Dad, I can't kill dragons." Dad shot back, "But you will kill dragons." I nearly growled, "No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't." Dad completely ignored me and continued, "It's time Hiccup."
My turn to interrupt, "Can you not hear me?" Dad raised his voice, "This is serious son! When you carry this axe…" Oh, it is an axe. "you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, talk like us, and think like us. No more of… this."
I frowned, "Did you just pointed to all of me or what…?"
"Deal?" Dad asked suddenly, forgetting that I'm blind once again. I spoke up, "This conversation is feeling very one sided." Dad let out a low growl, "Deal!?" Realizing I'm in a no win argument, I sighed, "Deal." I listened as Dad head out the door right then, "Good. Train hard. I'll be back, probably." I sighed after him. He's leaving right when I'd need him the most, again. "And I'll be here, maybe." If I'm blind and Dad's deaf, what was Mom like?
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The next day I slowly made my way to the arena. I only been there twice before so I had to go slow so not to trip or get lost. I arrived just in time to hear Gobber shout, "Welcome to dragon training!" And the grinding sound of gears moving something heavy off the ground. Quietly, I slipped into the arena and was immediately on high alert, not knowing where anything is.
Just then I heard Astrid talking, "No turning back." Why? Did Gobber locked us in? Wouldn't put it past him. Tuffnut spoke up next, "I hope I get some serious burns." Wait what? I heard Ruff next to him, "I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back." I'm surrounded by idiots.
Astrid spoke up again, hey Snotlout isn't here! Nether is Fishlegs, but still! "Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it." Really? Her too? Pain is, well, pain! I spoke up sarcastically, "Yea, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it."
I heard five collective groans… wait. Snotlout is here! Well, samething with Fishlegs so it can't be to bad… "Oh great. Who let him in?" Tuffnut asked. My dad, the chief… Gobber spoke up before any thing nasty can happen, "Let's get started! The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing their first dragon in front of the entire village." Okay, I won't win, no problem.
"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him or…" And Snotlout speaks! I think his goal in life is to get on my nerves sometimes. Doesn't help that I can hear the others laughing. "Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?" Tuffnut spoke up suddenly. I was about to remind him that there is only one class when I felt a thick arm sling around my shoulders. Recognizing the arm as Gobber, I let him led me away thinking that he remembered my situation and was quickly giving me a tour so I won't trip.
"Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking like teens instead." Or Gobber wants to practice his pep talks that he is lousy at. Mmm, maybe that's why the dragon didn't kill me. I'm too insane for his taste.
After that lousy speech, Gobber stuck me right next to an hypervenating Fishlegs. At least he is excited. Gobber addresses us, "Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight. The Deadly Nadder…." Fishlegs squalled suddenly, "Speed eight, armor sixteen." "The Hideous Zippleback…" "Plus eleven stealth, times two." "The Monstrous Nightmare…" "Firepower fifteen." "The Terrible Terror…" "Attack eight, venom twelve." Gobber yelled suddenly, "CAN YOU PLEASE STOP THAT!?"
The sudden shout hurted my sensitive ears, so I quickly covered them, wincing. When I deemed it safe to remove my hands, I heard Gobber opening a gate. Right, he likes to learn on the job… "Whoa, wait! Aren't you gonna teach us first!?" Snotlout yelped next to me.
Gobber answered his usual way, "I believe in learning on the job." Yep, called it. Now, what dragon did you released? By the sound of things, a Gronkle. Good, I can easily avoid that. "Today is about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead. Quick, what's the first thing you need?"
I called out as I felt the ground for a shield, "A doctor?" Fishlegs hollered to my left… wasn't he on my right? Everyone but me must have scattered, "Plus five speed?" Mine makes more sense…
"A shield!" Astrid shouted. Way ahead, finding a wooden circle, I prayed it was a shield and not a random wheel and hurried to the wall. If I can keep contact with the wall, I should be in the clear…
"Shields, go!" Gobber barked at us. Uh, nobody seems to notice that I got my shield first… how are wooden shields going to protect us from fire breathing reptiles?
Just then Tuffnut's voice reached my ears, "Get your hands off my shield!" Oh no. Ruffnut's voice followed, "There are like a million shields!" Double oh no. Tuff again, "Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers." They have a death wish! There was a loud banging noise followed by Ruffnut saying, "Oops, now this one has blood on it." This was followed by the sound of a lava blast hitting a shield at top speed, and Gobber yelling at the twins that they are out.
Just then I stubbed my toe against something. Startled, I reached out with my left hand and felt the items. It was a whole collection of barrels. Sweet! I can hide here until this nightmare is over with. Diving behind the obstacle, I listened to the chaos, not liking how I'm having problems following everyone's movement. I can't fight in a large group, it throws me off.
"All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronkle have?" Gobber asked randomly. Snotlout shouted, "Five!" Followed by Fishlegs, "No, six!" Gobber shouted again, "Correct, six. That's one for each of you!" Okay, he does have a good reason. "Fishlegs out." Gobber, please be quite! Everyone be quite so I can figure out where the dragon is!
"Hiccup! Get in there!" Well, that didn't work. Nervously, I moved out of my hiding spot. I can hear Astrid bouncing and Snotlout trying to flirt. Astrid must have moved away, because next thing that I know is that Snotlout is out, and Astrid is standing close enough for me to figure out that she smells like the forest.
"So, I guess it's just you and me, huh?" I started. Why do I want conversation! I lose the dragon with noise! "No, just you." Astrid said before disappearing. Wait, was Astrid out too? Did I actually won? My shield went flying and I could hear it roll away. "One shot left!" Gobber shouted once again. Panicking that I dropped my shield, I quickly ran after it. "Hiccup!" I heard Gobber shout right before a five hundred pound dragon slammed into me. Panicking even more, I listened to the gas build up, knowing it will be point blank fire. Last minute, the weight moved and an explosion happened above my head.
"And that's six!" Gobber shouted, sounding a little rattled, "Go back to bed, ya overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance, don't you worry." I then listened as Gobber, who I'm presuming is the one that saved me, locked up the Gronkle. "Remember…. A dragon will always, always go for the kill. Meet up in the Great Hall for dinner and to talk about what went wrong today." Yea, I'm more interested in why the Night Fury didn't kill me. Is it because it thought I was to insane, or something else?