The Ancient
Chapter 7
-Berk's Silence-
"Do we have an agreement?" Stoick asked.
There was an out roar at that statement.
So many people asked why in so many ways. What would they tell their wives about the meeting?
Stoick honestly knew he had thrown most of his credibility and respect out the window for his only child. It was all for the one chance that even if it was a little late, his son might still be greeted to Berk with open arms by his father. The father Stoick hoped he could be for his son.
"ENOUGH!" one of the elders sounded.
"Stoick why do you ask this of us. There are many people here, all it takes is one drunken night and things get out of hand!" the elder said.
"Because we owe him this! He has tried to do nothing but help and all we did was belittle him and make him feel that he has to prove himself to us! We did not try to help him or give him a second chance!" He yelled. He directed his attention on Gobber. "Gobber, did he figure out ways to fix some of his mechanical contraptions?" Stoick asked loudly.
"Yes, yes he did. He couldn't test some of them due to the public opinion of them and of him but he did try to fix them and add improvements," Gobber announced loudly.
With that another out roar came. (Do you have any idea how tired I am of these 'out roars' I keep writing? Vikings must have been in meetings for DAYS!)
Stoick signed. He knew he had a lot of people to convince but it almost would have been easier to just go from person to person one at a time. Even if it would have been repetitive the results would have been a lot more manageable. Here, now? The only reliable one was Gobber. Thor help him.
The out roar eventually died down at the cajoling of the elders within the meeting.
"Any more questions," Stoick asked almost challenging them to question anything he had said. He was very surprised when all he got was silence. None of the families were defending their young. Odd.
What he didn't know was the silent agreement that said families were meeting on their own to discuss the future of their clans.
-Hiccup's Island-
Hiccup had been building the forge for a little over 4 hours. It was rough, heavy, and careful work. One thing wrong and he had to start all over again. Toothless helped as often as he could. But he knew what this meant to Hiccup. This was a symbol of his new life, his new shot at a life he thought would be impossible to have.
'Finally,' he thought, 'I start here.'
Toothless still wanted to talk to him about his feelings for Berk but it was too soon. He realized that as soon as he felt the tears on his back at the mere mention of his old home. Berk. Oh how he wished he could watch it go up in flames. For him to live up to the name he was given. A Night Fury. He would deliver his fury on the bastards that hurt Hiccup in such a devastating way.
He then began to wonder how he should mentally hold the young rider. He was like a brother to him, but Toothless' instincts acted like he would for a hatchling. How strange. Perhaps a protective older brother? No that wasn't it. Hhmm. Maybe an older brother that holds the fatherly position in this small two member family? That might be it.
His thoughts were interrupted when Hiccup said," Finally! Done!"
It was a beautiful thing in Hiccups eyes. It was his new life. He had plenty of iron and leather. He had several other things too. Steel, wood, and so many others. What to make?
Maybe he should ask Toothless.
"Hey Toothless what should I make first?" Hiccup called aloud to his dragon.
'A weapon, you need to learn to defend yourself,' Toothless answered.
"I know that, but what? A sword, an axe, what? There are a lot of weapons out there."
'Well what feels right to you?'
"I..I don't know. I use to practice with a small sword and that felt okay."
'Then go with the short sword. Which hand do you use the most?'
"Well, it's traditional to use your right hand to fight, but I use my left hand the most."
'I think that solves the mystery of why you can't fight as well. You're using the wrong hand!'
"Well it's not like my right is useless. I can write and smith almost as well with it. It just doesn't come as easily."
'Then try two swords.'
"That's….not actually a bad idea now that I think about it."
'Damn straight it's not, now move it little smith! We got work to do and you still have to feed me, remember?'
"Yeah, yeah, I'll get right on it," Hiccup grumbled.
And so it began. His new life would be a hard one, but an honest one. He would always have Toothless with him. Life simply just was now.
-2 days later-
It was one of the many times that Hiccup was just sitting and thinking about Berk. The more he thought the angrier he became. His rage surfaced and began to boil under his skin. He simply couldn't take it. They had stooped to a new level for him on that day. They had destroyed hos trust, his loyalty, his heart. They took the only home he had ever known.
He started to breathe a little harder. He felt a tingly sensation in the palm of his hand. His rage heated to new temperatures. He then lifted his palm on instinct and let lose a lightning bolt from his hand as he screamed to the sky. He let the gods know his need for vengeance as he blew apart the mountain beneath him slightly. Fire swirled around him and the earth shook with his fury.
Then as if a switch was pulled he then sunk to the ground and the forces of nature returned to their peaceful state. Pure exhaustion and shock apparent on his face. He then slumped to the ground half dead and drifted to unconsciousness.
-Berk's decision-
It was decided. This was to be kept on the down side for now. Whatever happened would happen.
Stoick hoped that it would keep the village from killing Hiccup for a moment or two, but almost no one in the village liked Hiccup. The ones in the meeting were powerless if this got out. So Stoick prayed for a small miracle that it wouldn't get out.
Gobber began to watch the teens even more than he was previously. He needed information. Specifically that which made them guilty of framing Hiccup. Gobber hoped that Twins might slip up once filled with mead but no such success. He may understand quite a bit of gibberish but what came out of their mouths when they were drunk was too much nonsense for anyone to make sense of.
The village seemed to be holding its breath. With Hiccup on the run and people wondering how he got away, it seemed like it was only an amount of time before things went straight to Hel. The thing was they weren't wrong.
Astrid was planning Fishlegs' demise and Fishlegs was preparing to run for his life. In his eyes, honor didn't have a value if you were dead. While his acts may be deemed cowardly, they were also smart. Everyone had to admit, when it came to things like this, it was best to pray to Loki.
-Toothless worries-
It had been three hours since Toothless ran to find his rider in a small crater on the mountain top out cold. He heard the unnatural thunder of the lighting and the shake of the ground and ran for Hiccup. His rider always got himself into these predicaments and this was no different. The only problem remaining was the fact that he was still asleep. Why?
Did Hiccup cause that lightning? Toothless knew that no ordinary human could do this. That left act of the Gods or Hiccup did something. But what? Was it the gifts they had received or was it something else?
Toothless simply did not know. Perhaps the stress of the last few weeks had finally gotten to him. Oh how he wished he knew. Alas that seemed impossible with the whole asleep-thing.
If Hiccup did cause it then, what? Could it be, the gift bestowed by the Gods had come? But which? Wait a second, perhaps magic! Yes that must be it! He used his magic for the first time in the form of a lightning bolt! Pride flowed through the dragon. His rider was indeed powerful. Now all that was needed was Hiccup to wake up.
Toothless still did wonder what had caused such powerful reaction in Hiccup to awaken his magic.
It was times like these Toothless wished that his rider was a bit more open on some of his thoughts, worries, but most of all, his anger.
No one could just forgive-and-forget what happened to him. It was scarring. It was still healing in fact. But without an outlet for his anger, perhaps he had just…burst.
That seemed to be the case…hopefully. He was still perplexed to why it happened. He had most likely been angry and had released his anger, but the question of why would haunt the dragon.
Toothless released his confusion and anger in a verbal moan that seemed to best describe them. He hoped Hiccup woke up soon, he needed answers. Not knowing how his rider was doing was killing Toothless.
Toothless moaned again. This time it expressed the immense worry that the dragon felt for Hiccup and how the boy seemed to struggle internally with his issues.
Hiccup moved and groaned.
"T-T-Toothless," Hiccup muttered.
Toothless jumped for joy at that sound and basically leaped to his rider's side. Hiccup was still asleep but only just.
Toothless began to nudge him.
It was after the seventh or eighth nudge that Hiccup began to open his eyes.
-Eye opening-
Hiccup felt hung over. His head hurt, his body hurt, everything hurt. He swore never to get drunk again, so why did he feel so hung over?
Then he remembered. The mountain top, the rage, the power, then darkness. Wait, where was he?
He cracked his eyes for some light. It felt like he was in his bed that he made, but how?
He opened his eyes fully, but slowly. Ugh, that was even hard.
'Hiccup!' his absolutely delighted, and shaking with energy, best friend thought\yelled.
"Hey Toothless, what happened. The last thing I remember was the mountain top and then I passed out, how did I get here even?" Hiccup croaked.
'Well after I heard the thunder of the lightning and felt the ground shake, I ran up the mountain, you were laying there unconscious, what happened? I need to know what's going on. Do you need help, or was it the Gods? Was it your magic, or something else?' The dragon asked rapidly. Hiccup could only groan in pain.
"Please stop talking for a minute, my head is killing me. Look you know how I just needed some fresh air to think, right?" Hiccup asked.
Toothless nodded.
"Well I might have, just you know, started thinking of…that place," Hiccup muttered.
'Errr, what?" Toothless asked cocking his head to the side really funny like.
"I guess my memories of Berk got me a little angry and I sort of….released it," Hiccup signed.
Toothless stared at the young man and simply blinked as he took it all in.
"Toothless?"
'Let me get this straight, you were thinking on a mountain top, got angry, and shot a lightning bolt at the sky and made the ground shake, is that about right?' Toothless asked with a touch of astonishment in his 'voice'.
"Yes," Hiccup muttered with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
'Practice.'
The sudden change of subject jarred Hiccup's focus, which was still a little fried due to the whole headache.
"What?"
'The Gods gave you magic, you have to practice it.'
"You…want me, a fifteen year old boy, to practice magic. Magic, that I have no idea, right now, how to control. Am I right?"
'….Yep!'
-End Chapter 7-
Okay, so this required a bit of touching up. Tell me if you liked it in the reviews.
Now here is where I apologize for me missing the last two weeks, its been busy. So yeah, I'm busy, and the trip to the emergency room for my sister the night I was supposed to post this didn't help anything. She's all better now so no worries. Also my internet sucks big fat blue balls. I can rarely get online with my computer because of that. Sooooo yeah.
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