Because I'm an idiot I keep forgetting my disclaimer. But honestly, do I really even need one?
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Being packed on a boat with ten young kids was not how Mulch wanted to spend his evening. Sure, not all of the children were terrible, he was quite fond of Hiccup, and Fishlegs wasn't bad either, but the other eight…. Left something to be desired.

The middle age viking huffed and stared intently at the group before him. Thankfully this would be the last the Tribes would see of any of them for a while, so he'd have some sort of peace.

Hiccup could only wish he were in Mulch's position. Not seeing Snotlout for, at the very least, a month would be absolute Valhalla. Unfortunately Fate just loved to mess with the boy, seeming to find him an object of ridicule and subject to torture by his peers.

And so the scrawny heir just sighed and tried to breathe slowly while his back was sat upon by Dogsbreath The Duhbrain.

Dogsbreath was a brute of a lad, nearly five feet tall and already almost a hundred pounds. His face was sprouting the beginnings of facial hair, hideous as it was. There was a gold ring in his nose that was covered in sea salt, dirt, and snot that he never bothered to clean and his arms had several tattoos including skulls and dragons.

Behind Dogsbreath stood Dagur The Deranged, heir of the Beserkers, and beside him Hiccup's cousin Snotface Snotlout smirked in satisfaction.

Dagur was only slightly shorter than Dogsbreath but he was more muscular, his biceps belonging to someone five years his senior. He had a thick braid of dark red hair and a blue tattoo of claw marks over his left eye that gave him a sinister look to compliment his crazed green eyes while he laughed at Hiccup's misfortune.

Snotlout was similar in body type to Dagur, although his hair was much shorter and black in color. His eyes were twisted in disgust and hate as he glared at Hiccup in ire. His thick arms were crossed over his chest, relaxed as his friends beat up his cousin.

"How does that feel, Useless?" Dagur crowed with a sadistic smile. "We've gotta get our beatings in now before you go and kill yourself once we reach the island!"

Hiccup groaned and tried to control his breath. "Oh, yeah, I'm so happy," He murmured, glancing over at Camicazi and Fishlegs.

Fishlegs, scrawny as he was, wasn't going to be any help; he was gazing at Hiccup with a grimace of sympathy. Cami, on the other hand, was glaring heartily at the boys, particularly Snotlout. Everyone on the boat could see that she was itching to fight the three, but, as great a fighter as she was, even Cami couldn't take on three boys twice her size on a swaying boat.

Thankfully, she didn't have to.

Snotlout was taking immense pleasure in the circumstances, chuckling when Dogsbreath let Hiccup up only for Dagur to sock the small boy across the face. With a sickening thump, Hiccup landed hard on the bottom of the boat.

"Oh, Hiccup," Snotlout said, laughing and shaking his head. "It's too bad, really. I had almost hoped you had just a bit more meat on your bones, then you could survive long enough to see me- OW!"

The sound of flesh striking flesh rang across the boat. Snotlout was cradling his jaw, grimacing, and his nose was bloody. Both Dogsbreath and Dagur paused, blinking in shock as a hand reached down to pull Hiccup off the floor.

"I got you, Hic." Thuggory said and gently pushed the boy over to Cami and Fishlegs. His gaze turned to the three bullies. "What in Helheim is you guys' problem with him?"

Dagur snorted. "Uh, he's a failure at everything." Beside him, Dogsbreath grunted in agreement.

Thuggory rolled his eyes. "Thor knows how Berk and the Berserkers put up with you three. Besides, I think, at least in Snotlout's case, you're jealous."

The silence on the boat was deafening.

A foot or so away, Hiccup held his breath while Cami looked pleased at the turn of events.

Snotlout's vision went red. "Jealous? Of HIM?" He yelled, gesturing at Hiccup. "He's the worst excuse of a viking that I've ever had the dis-pleasure of meeting! He's even worse than Fishlegs, and he's allergic to dragons!"

Cami chose this moment to speak up.

"Y'know, Snotty, you keep talking bad about your future chief, just wait until Hiccup finds his dragon." She said with a grin, drawing her sword and pointing it at the tall boy's chest. "I bet you his'll be the best- even better than yours!"

Hiccup groaned along with Fishlegs, shaking their heads in tandem while Thuggory smirked.

"Oh yeah," He said with a grin. "Just wait, Snotlout, Hiccup is gonna kick your-"

"LAND HO!"

Mulch's exclamation made everyone jump in surprise, the quarrel between cousins and heirs temporarily forgotten as the ten kids took in the large island before them.

It easily dwarfed Berk, with a handful of gargantuan mountains dotting its landscape. The whole island was covered in dense foliage buzzing with unseen dragons and other wildlife. There were dozens of dragons flying through the air, although none paid the vikings any mind, and a few Terrible Terrors were playing on the beach where they docked. The beach wasn't very large, barely a few dozen feet, but an old fire pit laid off to one side while the opposite end gradually climbed into a large, sheer cliff face that overlooked the ocean.

As the kids hopped onto the dry sand, the few Terrors that dotted the beach squawked and flew off, leaving Hiccup watching them in wonder. Terrors were not rare by any stretch of the word, but Hiccup had been fascinated by any and all species of dragon since he was a small child, so any chance he had to observe them was a gift.

"Remember, kids, pick the dragon that works for you," Mulch said with a grin and a wink, working to push the boat back out to shore. Everyone already had their rucksacks in hand, so Mulch was ready to leave. "And try ta come back alive and bring your tribe some pride, a'right?"


Alright not a lot of plot progression in this, more of a filler chapter, but it introduces kind of the main "antagonists" of this book at the moment, those being Snotlout, Dagur, and Dogsbreath.

As you can probably tell, dynamic dialogue is not one of my strong suits. I can describe something all day long; I can even write expositional dialogue all day long but ask me to write a conversation and I might as well just slam my face against the keyboard. I'm socially awkward in person, and socially awkward in my writing so I deeply apologize if that comes through in my writing. _

But anyway, there's one more pre-written chapter after this (unfortunately dialogue heavy) but with a bit more expansion on Hiccup and Co. Hopefully I'll have it up by tomorrow. Until then, thanks for reading and please review!