I've been expecting you {insert name here}. There's not much to say today. I do not own anything in httyd, nor do I profit from these stories. So I originally wanted to update this right after the last one, but along with other websites and applications were down for hours in my area, so it gave me time to make one of, if not the longest chapter I've written, so enjoy!
Day 42; setting sails for war.
It had been a month of long tedious work, but the day was here, for this day would be a day to remember. For today they would come back to their village where it snows 9 months a year, and hails the other 3, sure it may not look like much, but It's our home, our village. For they may not be at their home, soon they would take it had woken up to a luminous sunrise, while tidal waves crashing against the island, echoing throughout their camp. As he got up Hiccup yawned loudly, groaning as he knew what the day was going to present. Hiccup got dressed in his usual attire, his flight suit, his light green pants, his boot, and his helmet, before stepping out into the mourning crisp air, complete with a beautiful blue sky and luminescing sunlight.
Once he was outside Toothless pounced on him, trying to say good mourning by licking him over and over covering his face with dragon saliva. "ugh you know that doesn't wash out," Hiccup said with a smile. That's when his black, scaly friend smiled playfully, and jumped off him. Hiccup looked around at the village where some vikings were working, some were waking up, and some were sleeping, It's a good thing most of them were sleeping, it was going to be a tiring day with perilous travels, and an exhausting battle for their home. It was still the early hours, Hiccup had joined in on Astrid helping her move the catapults, and ballistas onto the ships which were now reinforced in steel, ready for longer trips, and battling enemies. "Hi milady," Hiccup said happily, greeting his girlfriend, while helping her move a ballista. "Hey" she responded before asking, "Are you sure we're ready for this?" Hiccup replied, "Never have been prepared for anything before, so I guess we're off to a good start," to which received a small chuckle from her. "Toothless," Hiccup said, and without another word his best friend already knew what to do, lifting heavy weapons and supplies to ships. Their wooden supply crates held all kinds of things from clothes, to food, to weapons and anything they'll need for the fight, or to rebuild Berk after all all it is right now is a giant dragon proof metal wall surrounding black, burnt coal, dust, and charred broken wood.
Unless they have new defenses, or barracks, if they attacked from above while distracting from all for sides, they could easily end this once and for all. Hiccup went to his, well can't even call it a hut, much less a pile of wood and wool. This is nothing like back home or the edge he thought to himself. but none the less he started making an attack plan, and formation, and a small backup in case that didn't work out. The dragon riders would attack from the shore, by the docs,this way hopefully the vikings can slip by and flank behind them. This still left them open from two sides, just then Throk came in brushing past rustling leaves, and snapping twigs, "I heard you were making a plan, mind if I take a look?" Hiccup handed him the parchment with a little drawing of the plan, after overlooking the plan Throk had an idea. "What if we have the auxiliary team and the wingmaidens attack from the western side of the village, and the defenders, and I attack from the eastern forest," Before handing him the paper back. "You know, this could actually work, and we will have ships firing catapults, that will rain down from above," Hiccup added on to the plan. Hiccup then called a meeting with the leaders of the wingmaidens, the defenders, and the beserkers, where he told them the plan, and for them to inform their people that today is the day, before thanking them for everything they've done.
After about two hours everyone was finally ready, the supplies, catapults, and defenses were all loaded up on the reinforced ships where the people would sleep in the cabins, while most of the supplies were underneath the beds and on the decks. The wingmaidens, defenders, and beserkers in union "Today we help some of our greatest allies, in reclaiming their homes. Today will be a tough day, today will be vicious, but we will pull through like always, to Hiccup chief of berk!" That's when the dragons and people started getting on the ships, they were no more then a day away from berk, though the treacherous waters might be rough, and might make them sick but it's nothing compared to Viggo, and his army of hostile guards. Before leaving Hiccup took one last look at their beautiful island, and semi-decent crash pads, he took a deep breath and got on the ship, "set sails, we're going home," hearing this the vikings cheered and hollered, their temporary enthusiasm was short lived. Three hours after they set sail, they lost a ship to a scauldron, and some of them were sick, and wheezing everywhere. Most of the boats, were well built but some leaked a little bit, building enough ships with what little time and resources they had, meant some weren't perfect. From where they were they could see Viggo's base, not much has changed since last time, the only people that ever worked, was the vikings. The crushing waves were rocking the boats, and they had been so rough that one time they knocked a viking overboard.
It was looking worse for Hiccup's boat, they had to use their helmets, to scoop out water, the ship was leaking, they weren't sinking yet but the water was rushing in faster, then they could push it out. Water was slowly seeping through the cracks, it had already gotten through the cabin, supplies and food were ruined, shreds of withering food floated around in the pool of water. The dragons from other boats started carrying vikings from that ship to another, they had to speed up when there was a crackling sound as wood near the bottom of the bow snapped, water rushed in faster then a viking running away from Valka's cooking. There was no time they had to get off of that boat, but Hiccup was more stubborn then his dad sometimes, he was making sure everyone got off, and Toothless hated him for it, but what could he do, it's not like they could talk, to each other. That reminded him of a memory of his mother telling him a story as a baby night fury.
Some 18-19 years ago;
It was a cool, crisp night time, and Toothless's mom, and dad were coming back after a raid on the town of berk about 1 year after Hiccup was born, but that wasn't important, when his mom got back she started to calm a restless Toothless down, he had always had trouble with that, as all younglings did away from their parents, like always she at first cooed, to soothe him down. Then she started telling a tale, one that her family used to tell her, the prophecy, once every 500 years a special kind of fruit blooms, one that lets dragons talk to humans, and vice versa if the human eats it. It is said that this fruit blossoms on the oldest tree, on the highest summit in the archipelago. The part that he loved the most was how the fruit supposedly blossoms when Toothless turned 22... After that the memory gets blank he can't remember where his parents said it was but, he knows he has to look, it's killing him that he can't tell hiccup everything, he can't tell Hiccup anything. Soon, soon I can. Toothless took off after helping the last viking got off the ship. The only reason Toothless could fly without a rider, is Hiccup adjusted the equipment to allow a rider to fly with him but, if they got separated he could still fly, a complex but good system. Seeing him go left hiccup with a rush of emotions he's never felt before, and he had no clue why, at first it was loneliness, then sadness, then guilt, like it was his fault his best friend left, who knows maybe it was.
early night, Day 42; the final battle
They were getting close, if they could see the base, it was time for a distraction. "now!" Hiccup said and without hesitation, the Wingmaidens, the dragon riders, and the auxiliary team all flew up and started attacking in formation, and unity, distracting both their long range and sort range defenses, they were burning through everything that wasn't dragon proof and, that of what was, they combined their shots over and over, slowly chipping away at the walls. While all this was going down Viggo broke the silence, "My dear Hiccup, reveal yourself." Viggo impatiently waited, checking his fingernails, "Where's that witty banter," Viggo's voice sounded with vengeance, when all of a sudden, hundreds of vikings rushed in with their battle axes, and swords in hand taking the fight to them, Hiccup was dropped down next to Viggo by Astrid, with his inferno in hand. "You finally decided to show yourself," Viggo exclaimed in a cold, bitter voice. Viggo drew his sword, Hiccup ignited his, and the battle began. Swords, and axes were clashing all around them in a viscous attack, a brutal fight.
Hiccup, a scrawny one legged viking, with no upper body str- scratch that, with almost no strength at all, who can't wield A normal sword, or axe, luckily he has his own. Although he was like the other Hiccups before him, small, and weak, he is extremely smart, and has shown himself to outsmart even Viggo. Viggo, A smart man, who prefers finesse over brawn, who is an expert manipulator, and an excellent trap designer. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it means his life. Although he is smart he is also stronger than Hiccup, he has administered his own punishments and attacks at time.
Viggo started to pace back and fourth, "I'm sorry it had to end like this Hiccup, you have been a most worthy opponent in this game, but as all before you, now is your time." Viggo was waiting for Hiccup to strike first, those who strike first against him, usually fail, but after all the previous encounters Hiccup had learned this. Hiccup had to act quickly, he had started by throwing a canister of zippleback gas at him, that threw him off guard while Hiccup had tried to trip him using a foot sweep but he had only knocked himself off balance, Viggo used this as a chance to end it, swinging his sword faster then ever, but he had moved just enough just to get nicked his arm. Hiccup rolled back and blocked his next attack, the sound of clinging metal always hurt his ears but it would hurt a lot more if it was a sword inside him. For what seemed like hours they were fighting, almost like a game, neither of them was stronger then the other, both of them were clashing at each other, clang, after clang sparks were flying, Hiccup took this as a chance to release zippleback gas, and the clash of their swords ignited it sending them both flying backwards, both of them cough a bit of smoke, and were slightly burned, but that didn't stop them they went back to the fight, each time they clashed they were either nicked, slashed, or burned, until Viggo had enough, "now," he shouted, right after that Hiccup was shot at, and tied up, similar to how he saw Toothless after he shot him down, there Viggo disarmed him, and a few dragon hunters took him away, where everything faded, all he could see now was the blackness of his eyelids.
"Accepting defeat is the most difficult, but necessary part of competition, Hiccup!" (Viggo, dragons race to the edge.)
