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Shaking like a leaf, Hiccup staggered towards the forge back in the village. It was the only place he felt safe to go at this point, since his father kicked him out and the black demonic beast was hiding inside the forest. He was breathing hard and stumbling around in the dark while making his way to where he knew Gobber would be.
The one armed, one legged blacksmith treated him more like a human being than anyone else did, and was the only one who would grant him sanctuary when his father kicked him out.
Still breathing heavy from fear, he unlatched the door and went inside. Gobber wasn't there, but when he looked in the back room, he found a large pile of blankets, a fur pelt to sleep on, and a plate of food for him. He finally calmed and smiled for the first time in days. Gobber was always there for him.
Before Hiccup made himself comfortable, he changed out of his dirty and bloody clothes. The black blood of the monster soaked through his fur vest and shirt, and clung to his body like honey, but its tar-like texture and colour unsettled him.
Curious, Hiccup scraped some off with his finger and held it up so he could get a better look at it. The blood was thick and sticky, and felt hot on the end of his finger, but at the same time, it felt cold and slick, and shone with a silver sheen.
That dragon, whatever it was, forced him to swallow some of its blood, intentional or not, he did not know, but Hiccup had no idea what that would do to him. It hadn't killed him yet, so that was good. Curiously, he tasted the blood on his finger. He imagined that this was what liquid fire and molten steel tasted like, but it also tasted like liquid sugar, sweet on his tongue like a strong energy hit.
What would that stuff end up doing to him? He did not know.
His curiosity stated, he cleaned himself up and got changed into some clean clothes kept hidden in a draw for such occasions as this. Then he went over to the plate of food and devoured it ravenously.
But instead of going to bed in the back room of the forge, Hiccup simply stared out of the window, gazing at the moon. How beautiful it looked, even in its crescent form. Even in the cold, dark night, it warmed him, fuelled him. Kept him wanting to live on.
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The next morning, Gobber came into the back room of the forge and roughly woke Hiccup up. "Wakey wakey Hiccup!" he cried cheerfully. Hiccup growled from underneath his blankets, wanting to stay in the comfortable darkness.
"Hiccup, you are going to be late for Dragon Training if you continue sleeping, come on, and get up. Up and at 'em."
Groaning, Hiccup pulled back the blanket from his face. "What do you mean, Dragon Training?" he croaked.
"I spoke to your father last night to try and calm him down, and we reached an agreement. He wants you to join the class so you can help out on the raids and not accidently causing a wreck. I'm sorry to say it that way Hiccup, but what he actually said is probably not what you want to hear. But on the bright side, dragons!"
"How is that a bright side? He probably wants me to join so I can just go and get myself killed so he won't have to deal with me." He groaned. Hiccup flopped back onto his makeshift bed and covered his eyes with the blanket, welcoming the darkness.
"Come on Hiccup, get out of that bed, I could use your help down there anyway. I'll tell you what, if you can do really good in Dragon Training, I'll give you a big raise so you can buy your own house and move away from him. Sound good?"
Hiccup decided to just humour the man and got up. After breakfast and an explanation of where Stoick went, the two Blacksmiths went down to the Dragon Arena. Hiccup really didn't want to be there, in fact, he would rather track down that demon creature and have it kill him. At least then he wouldn't be glared at by a gang of angry teens. The silver eyes of that demon were far more appealing at the moment.
After introductions of the course and weapons were checked and handed out, they all stood by the big iron door that caged the only Groncke in the arena. Fishlegs was mumbling its stats under his breath, and everyone glared at him. But for the most part, everyone glared at Hiccup, who was given the task of simply opening the giant door when Gobber told him.
Finally, it was time. Hiccup sighed as he looked at the huge leaver. How was he expected to pull it again? Even his entire bodyweight couldn't pull it down.
"Come on Useless, open the door and let the dragon out. I want to see you get killed already." Yelled Snotlout. Hiccup's blood boiled and he bristled with anger. He glared at the obnoxious teen, grabbed onto the leaver with one hand, and pulled it down in one swift movement like it was nothing. The doors sprang open and the Gronkle burst out.
Chaos ensued everywhere. The Gronkle, after being locked up for so long, had become extremely violent and crashed towards anything and everyone, even Hiccup sometimes. Seeing the wide mouthed beast charging at him, Hiccup lunged and rolled out the way, towards a shield lying on the ground.
With his shield in front of him, Hiccup was able to defend himself pretty well from this improvised lesson that Gobber had tricked him into. Finally, with one shot remaining, the rocky beast charged towards him again, determined to maim something that was responsible for locking it up. As Hiccup ran across the stone ground, he tripped and crashed to the ground, cutting his face and hands on the rough floor of the arena.
The dragon barrelled towards him, pinning him to the wall with its huge jaws. It took one sniff of him, and its eyes went wide. To his horror, it opened its jaws, in fear? Horror? With murderous intent? He didn't know. But he definitely saw the fear in its beady eyes. It prepared to fire at him, but Gobber pulled it away before he was barbecued. Hiccup watched as the dragon willingly backed as far away from him as possible and back into its cell.
What on earth was that?