I have not posted in awhile... anyway, I'm sorry about the shortness of the first two chapters, I'll try to make this one longer.
"Okay, okay!" Barry said to himself, "Hiccup, you had a point. WHAT THE HELL IS ON ME!" His field of view started to widen, and little gauges and meters and a bunch of weird stuff started appearing in this new range of sight. Kinda like he was staring at a screen... Suddenly, he could move he arm, so he lifted it into his view. That Hiccup boy was right. He had some sort of matte black armoured glove on his hand, with a purple disk in the center of the palm.
"Gahh!" Barry said. The Berkians didn't understand how he could move all of a sudden, or why it scared Barry.
"Stop freaking out and tell me why you are here!" Stoick bellowed, and then, "Oh no, don't get up!" But Barry was already on his feet, his eyes darting about the room.
Once you get outside, I can start solar charging the suit, sir. The voice said in Barry's ear, and he yelped again, but the voice had more, Flight systems are offline, but the left stabilizer is at three quarters capacity-
"What?" Barry asked the voice.
It will take a few hours to get back the flight systems, but se-e-e-e-e-e- The voice started repeating the 'e' in see, and Barry dicided to get out of this court room. He turned to look at the judge guy, and instead of seeing a judge, saw a huge guy with a red beard just as large, with a helmet on his head that had horns jutting out the sides. The boy next to him, Hiccup, was small and thin and nothing like the judge dude.
"O-okay," Barry said to himself, then to the judge-who-looks-more-like-a-viking, "I'm just gonna go now..." He jutted his thumb over his shoulder at the great doors, turned, and bolted for the exit. As he ran, he took glances at the people trying to stop him. They were huge people, and, just like the judge, looked more like vikings than people. He glanced at a wall near the door as he ran past, and saw a bunch of teens looking at him.
He ran down to the center of the town- wait, sorry, its more of a village. He ran down to the center of the village. Looking around he saw that straight ahead of him was a ocean, which stretched as far as the eye can see. He turned and looked at the court building. It wasn't a building. It was a mountain, reaching up thousands of feet. Every viking in the village seemed to pour from the doors of that great hall, with the judge dude in front.
They looked around for a moment. Finally, a fat guy with a peg leg and a hammer for an arm pointed at me and said, "There!" And every viking turned to me, and we stared. I noticed the teens of to the side, and in the few seconds I stood watching that Hiccup boy went over to them, and they walked away, leaving Hiccup alone.
"The heck?" Barry asked, the armor whirring as he stood up straight. Then, the vikings charged, and Barry bolted, the armor whirring with every step, hundreds of vikings trying to catch him as he dived into a building that looked like a blacksmith shop. He didn't have time to stop, so he kept running, towards the forest at the edge of the village. He reached a huge house, larger than the others, and ran around the back, where the vikings could not see him. He bolted into the house, planning to confuse the vikings, and ran up some large stairs over at the side of the house. When he reached the top, he saw Hiccup. Before Hiccup could notice him, he dove under the bed. Hiccup looked around the room, most likely hearing the small clang when Barry hit the ground and slid under his bed.
"Hello?" Hiccup asked. No one answered, so he went back to what he was doing, connecting parts inside a barrel shaped wheelbarrow, "This time," Hiccup muttered, "It has to work this time."
Barry didn't know what he was making. He didn't really care. He just needed to get out of there.