The days flood by, training session after training session. We encounter different dragons, Nadders, Gronkles, Terrible Terrors, Gronkles. Every single time, Hiccup pulls out some sort of trick that scares the dragons or put them to sleep. Everyone thinks its all so amazing, but I seem to be the only one to think practically. Now matter how hard you try, you can't kill a dragon with an eel. The dragons just go to sleep, and Hiccup doesn't wound or kill them. If they're not dead they'll keep stealing what is ours.
How does he figure out this stuff anyway?
Training has been terrible. No one focuses on killing dragons, it's just become all about Hiccup, and how he can hypnotise them, or whatever. Whenever I want to actually train, and try and kill one, then it turns out that Hiccup already got to it. He's going to get chose to kill the Monstrous Nightmare without spilling any blood.
Ugh, I've turned into the twins, I'm so desperate for a fight these days.
I've tried asking him about this stuff he does, but he just disappears. Thor, he angers me.
I stepped into the arena this morning determined to shed some dragon blood, no matter what it takes. I'm sure that when I walk in, Snotlout tries to flirt with me, and Hiccup mumbles something to get my attention, but I block everyone out. I look around and see that there are barriers up, only high enough to protect you if you crouch. I wonder what dragon we'll face today.
Gobber has made us fight the same dragons repeatedly to train us better, not that anyone except Hiccup has been able to touch them.
I hear the familiar step-tap of Gobber walking with his peg leg, and draw all of my attention to him. He doesn't say anything as he opens the gates, and a Nadder springs forward. I leap from barrier to barrier, ducking as I go. I look up to locate the dragon and see Hiccup standing beside me.
"Stay out of my way." I demand through gritted teeth, "I'm winning this thing."
"Good," Hiccup stammers, "please, by all means."
Why does he have to sound so, so... like he doesn't think I can do it?
I bound between barriers, shaking it off. I hear some of the vikings watching cheer me on.
"This time," I mutter to myself, crouched behind the splintered wood, obviously used before, "this time for sure." I spring up from my spot, yelling at the top of my lungs, axe raised. I run towards the dragon which is...
Lying down, Hiccup standing beside it.
I roar with anger, "NO! NO! SON OF A HALF-TROLL, RAT-EATING MUNGE BUCKET!" Random words are flying out of my mouth, out of control, I am beside myself with anger.
"Wait, wait!" Stoick calls, "the chief elder has made her decision!" I look over and see Gothi appear to his right.
Gobber steps between Hiccup and me. He raises his hand above my head. Gothi shakes her head, and I grit my teeth. Gobber raises his hook above Hiccup, and she smiles, nodding and holding up her finger. I glare at Hiccup, and he grimaces. Not at me though, it's like he's angry that he was chosen.
"Heh, oh yeah." He says as Gobber holds up his hand. Hiccup sounds like he's trying to sound happy. He's not doing well. "I can't wait. I'm so," he pauses, looking over at his exuberant father, "happy." His voice is quiet and flat.
He shakes his hand from Gobber's grip, and walks out of the arena. I look up to see Stoick as his smile falters, and I run after Hiccup. He's hiding something, and if he just faked his way through training, I'm finding out why.
AN: I can't believe how quickly this is coming together! When I begun writing this, I thought I would have to write until September, and, like, 2 people would see this, but now that I have over 1000 views, I'm freaking out (I know that's probably not actually a lot, but, all over the world too! France, Germany, wow!) Thank you all, for the comments, and especially for reading!
