Hiccup lay his head down on a bag of food using it as a makeshift pillow. The sail was token off the mast and was wrapped around his body to keep the chilling sea water breeze from freezing him. His crossbow lay next to him with a bolt notched into ready to fire at a moments notice. His knife lay under his pillow after all living in a village where dragons attack more often then not cause habits to be created without the person always noticing them. Although if asked Hiccup would tell you he shared nothing with vikings let alone that he had any habits that vikings had but in truth in more ways then one Hiccup was more of a viking then most but to see that something would have to change in Hiccup himself.
As the ship swayed gentle in the small waves of the sea a hunter glided in the air preparing for his meal to fall asleep. Although it was larger then the human easily it still took time to prepare after all humans had a fair amount of fight in most of them so you had to be quick and know what you where doing but in the end the hunt was always worth the trouble. This hunt would be different though because the creature was not as safe as it thought it was.
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As the sun started to set over Berk it appeared as if everything was normal. Children roamed the streets shouting and playing games, the men and woman made their way to the mead hall for dinner but one thing was different this day. The chiefs house had a single room light with a single candle glow. The door was locked and it held an eery silence. A young woman who was walking with a large man stopped and looked at the house. The larger man slowed for but a moment before picking up his pace.
Astrid stood alone in the street as the remaining few found their way to the mad hall. She watched the outline of a shadow sit in the room she knew to have been Hiccups. She had no feelings for the boy to be honest she didn't really notice him but even from the distance between the house and where she stood she could feel the sorrow as if it leaked from the very wood foundation of the house and trickled down the streets.
"A change has long been coming to the tribe but with Hiccup's death it has pushed the change upon us." The rough voice of Gobber surprised her and she quickly turned to see the large man taking a deep drink from a mug. His eyes rested on the chiefs house and his face was shallow showing he had not slept the night before.
"Yea Hiccup's dead but not much will change except maybe stronger vikings down the line with out his pathetic blood line." As she spoke to Gobber she didn't have time to duck and the mug attached to his arm met with her left lip with a thud sending her sprawling to the ground. Blood gently rolled down her chin and she looked in shock at Gobber.
"His bloodline is the... was the same as his fathers. A father who has had not only his wife but now his only child stolen from him. Yet even still you spit mud upon his dead sons name. Now leave go mock the dead else where because Odins halls will not welcome one who defiles the freshly dead's memory's" he spat. His word where blunt and caught Astrid off guard. She had almost forgotten about how the chief would be feeling and to insult the dead... no she was putting to much thought into this. Astrid rose from the ground and wiped her lip with her arm then turned and started to head towards the mead hall. She swore she heard a soft crying from behind her but she dare not look back.