Ok, so this time I did the worst job of sticking to my deadline EVER! And I am really sorry about it, I should have said before, I am a massive gamer and there was a game I play on Facebook that featured an event that took up all my time because I was determined to win. I didn't, that sucked a lot, then the event ended on Thursday, Halloween. So the 6720 XP I earned was deleted, so that REALLY SUCKED! Anyway, sorry again I haven't been around for the last couple of weeks, but as a reward for your patience, if anyone still reads my stories, LOL, there shall be a bonus chapter and I will attempt to upload ON MY DEADLINE Now. Sorry again, I will try harder.
When I reached the house, Hiccup finally began to waken. I put him on the ground and waited for a moment. Then he opened his eyes and looked up at me.
"Nice of you to wake up at last," I said to him coldly.
"Hey Eirik. Ugh, where are we?" Hiccup asked.
"Village," I grunted.
"You carried me all the way back," Hiccup asked, as he climbed to his feet, appearing rather amazed that I had managed to get him all the way back to the village by myself.
"Yeah, you're not exactly heavy Hiccup, the main problem was more about getting back up the hill cause where we were walking was mostly a massive sort of hill," I told him.
"Yeah, I suppose your right," Hiccup admitted.
"Come one, let's get inside," Eirik suggested.
We went back inside and headed up stairs to Hiccups room. Once there, I slugged him in the gut. Not massively hard to cause any long lasting damage, but enough to show him I was annoyed. Normally if it was just a joke or a warning when he is beginning to make me mad, I would bat him lightly in the shoulder, but if I was really annoyed I would punch him in the stomach.
Once he had regained his breath from my sudden attack, he spoke.
"Gods Eirik, what was that for?" he wheezed at me angrily.
"For letting the dragon go," I muttered angrily, "It could have killed you!"
"But it didn't," Hiccup retorted.
"Not the point Im trying to make here Hiccup," I growled.
"Then what is the point?" Hiccup questioned.
"The point is, you and me and everyone else in this village have definitely seen what dragons are capable off. Loads of times," I explained angrily to him, "Maybe even hundreds of times. I wouldn't be surprised if it were, and they have killed our fellow Vikings without mercy," I told him angrily. "They are merciless monsters, and if that dragon had just wandering around in the forest and not tied up, I would bet half the village it would have killed you," I put plenty of emphasis on the you, "without batting an eyelid."
"Fine, fine, point taken," Hiccup said dully.
I refrained from slugging him again and only said "It better be." I was about to go on further when Dad called for us from downstairs.
"HICCUP. EIRIK. DOWN HERE NOW PLEASE!" Dads disembodied voice boomed exceptionally loudly up the stairs, easily reaching me and Hiccup. For whatever reason, if Dad ever raised his voice above his inside voice, he could only seem to yell or bellow.
"Lets go see what he wants," I said.
So me and Hiccup left Hiccups room and went down the stairs to our living, it was well furnished, well befitting a chief and his family.
It was slightly dominated by a large fire pit, and on the wall to the right, if you were entering via the front door, was a large collection of shields, axes and various over weapons, either spares in case one is lost or simply as a tribute to the past chiefs and their families. A sort of rule that we have is, the weapons that hung on the wall between the front door and the shield which was decorated with the 2 dragons that were eating each other's tails, then they were the ones that were allowed to be used for battle, any weapon's beyond that shield were to be left alone. It was a very strict rule.
Once a warrior came up to house, (this was before Dad became chief, I think it was Dads great, great grandfather, or great grandfather,) to see if Chief Thangbrand the Thieving (Thangbrand is yet another real Viking name I found,) wouldn't mind him borrowing one of the weapons to help him defend his home from a dragon, he knew full well about the rule but ignored it completely. His punishment was death for daring to use one of the former chiefs weapons for battle, fortunately, he never actually killed or even attacked with cause the Chief had come up to house to grab a new weapon and caught him.
Dad had also when he told us that little story that explained how Thangbrand earned his name as Thangbrand the Thieving who was well renowned for having taught many in the village of his time to steal from our enemies and evade using stealth rather than the classic fight, kill and pillage strategy. (That story shall appear in the bonus chapter that I am going to upload.)
Sitting in the large Chiefs Chair in front of the fire pit was Dad, but he stood up as we entered.
"Hey Dad, you wanted to talk to us?" Hiccup said.
"Yes, I did," Dad said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Hang on Dad, I have something I need to say, "Hiccup piped up.
"You go first son then," Dad said politely.
"No, no, you go first," Hiccup prompted.
"All right, you Eirik, get your wish and so do you Hiccup," Dad said. "Dragon training, you both start in the morning."
"Aw man, I should have gone first," Hiccup said, slightly worriedly. "I was just thinking lately that we have a surplus of Dragon fighting Vikings, Hiccup said whilst doing some sort of hand gesture that look rather like someone punching, "But do we have enough, bread making Vikings or small home repair Vikings-"
"You'll need this," Dad said cutting through Hiccup easily, dropping an axe that was to big for a scrawny person like Hiccup to handle into his arms, before he turned to me.
"And you'll need this Eirik," Dad said before dropping a brand new sword into my hand.
"Why do I need this Dad?" I asked.
"Because your old one was getting rather rusty and when I showed to Gobber, he told me it had gone beyond the point of repair, and whilst you were happy with it, you said it wasn't perfect anyway, so I had this one made and I made sure this one is." Dad said.
"Wow, thanks Dad," I said gratefully, whilst placing the sword in its new holster at my waist.
"I don't wanna fight Dragons," Hiccup piped again.
Instead of shocking Dad, like you probably would have expected, because fighting Dragons is every normal Vikings dream, then again, Hiccup could hardly be classified as normal, but this remark, instead of catching Dad of guard, made him laugh.
"C'mon, yes you do," he chuckled.
"Rephrased," Hiccup continued. "I can't kill Dragons."
"But you will kill Dragons," Dad told him.
"No I am really very extra sure that I won't," Hiccup persisted.
"Its time Hiccup," Dad said in a slightly lower voice.
"Can you not hear me-"
"THIS is serious son," Dad cut across him. "When you carry this axe," Dad said whilst picking Hiccups axe out of his arms, "You carry all of us with you," he said whilst returning his axe to him.
"That means you walk like us," Dad straightened Hiccups body posture, making him stand up straight. "You talk like us, you think like us." He pointed to his head to emphasise his point."No more of this." He gestured to Hiccup.
"You just gestured to all of me," Hiccup said somewhat irritably.
"Deal?" Dad asked.
"This conversation is feeling very one-sided," Hiccup said.
"Deal" Dad said again, raising his voice, instead of it sounding like a question, it sounded more like an order. Hiccup got the hint that he didn't really have a choice, so he said
"Deal," he said, sounding slightly bored, as though he had heard all this before.
"Good," Dad said, satisfied. "Train hard," he said flexing an arm, "I'll be back…. Probably, " he said, slightly unsure. He grabbed his helmet and placed on his head and headed for the door.
"And we'll be here…. Maybe." Hiccup said, sounding a lot more unsure than Dad."
"Bye Dad," we both said in unison.
"Bye boys, good luck in training," Dad said before the door swung shut behind him.
"So training huh, should be interesting," Hiccup said.
"Do you really not wanna fight Dragons anymore?" I enquired.
"Yes," Hiccup said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know. Im going to bed," Hiccup said suddenly.
And before I could say any more, he was running up the stairs.
Well, I bet Dragon trainings going to be a nightmare, like Dragons themselves.
Finally, a new chapter. That's one thing of my mind for now, bonus chapter coming as well. Sorry once again for doing an absolute terrible job of sticking with the deadline, I suppose putting my games first was the bad choice. But Now the event is over, I should be uploading like normal again, thanks to all who kept being patent with me.
