Hello to whoever will read this. Ok so, Hiccup is back on Berk. All I need now is to find out how I'm going to write the big reveal. I don't know how long this chapter is going to be so, I hope you enjoy.'Who does he think he is, this..this Dragon Rider.'Astrid thought to herself, outside of the Great Hall.
'I said earlier, he just messing with you. You mustn't pay him any attention.' The voice, which had become a part of her now, said.'I swear if he say anything else that would irritate me, I will show him what my dull axe can do' She sighed again thinking about her axe, and his maker. Once again she grabbed her necklace.
"What do you got there?" came a voice behind her. She quickly turned and locked eyes with the green eyed Rider.
"Nothing" Astrid said hiding her precious accessory under her clothes.
"It looked like a dragon scale. Can i see it?" He asked, getting a raised eyebrow from the blonde shield maiden. She didn't know what to do. She hadn't showed that to anyone. She gave up, upon seeing him not moving. She reached for it again. Hiccup blushed under his mask when he saw her reaching for her cleavage. He quickly composed himself, when he saw a dragon scale. He was surprised, to say the least, when he figured whose scales was from.
"Where did you find this." He asked trying to sound as neutral as possible.
"It's a gift. From someone who isn't here anymore." Hiccup couldn't help but feel confused. He didn't remember giving her any of Toothless' scales. He dropped it though, when he saw her stiffening.
"Come on let's get back. It freezing out here. You call this weather Summer?" He said getting a laugh from her. The entered the Hall. Hiccup tried to sit with her in the table but stopped, when from the corner of his eye he could see George motioning for him to come closer.
He reached for the main table, and this time he sat. He learned from Stoick that Four years ago the had a gathering of Chieftains. In that gathering, Stoick offered them the chance to have peace with the dragons.
"How come and a mighty Viking chief, like yourself, turned from killing dragons, to spreading peace to the Archipelago?" Hiccup couldn't help from asking with anger in his voice.
Stoick, not catching the hind, sighed. "It wasn't always like that. If it wasn't for my son i would never think to do it. It's my way of honouring him." Hiccup jerked up from his seat. He went to leave, but George grabbed him from the arm. He sat down again.
"So to get things straight. You are not actually at war with the Berserkers. The Outcasts are at war with everyone." George asked getting a nod from the Chief.
"Ok so, We have to find the leader of the Outcasts and ask him to stop this war." Hiccup said. He got a laugh from Stoick, Spitelout and Gobber.
"Oh, you can't make Alvin the treacherous to give up on war. He loves fighting. He would do anything to continue this fight." Gobber said.
"None the less, we must try. I will leave tomorrow morning for their Island." George said getting up to leave. After him was Hiccup, who wanted to discuss their plan. When they left the Hall, Astrid went to Stoick, who summoned her. He asked her what she thought about them. She said that she could try and trust them. The vast man smirked, he felt the same way. Tomorrow will be interesting.
Away from the village, inside the cove, Hiccup was talking to George about their plan.
"Ok you go to the Outcasts, while I stay here and-"
"And reunite with you tribe?" George mockingly said. He only got a scoff from the auburn hair man.
The next morning Hiccup was walking down the main road of the village. He tried to look like he didn't know this place, which wasn't actually so hard to do with all the new buildings on the island. Astrid said good morning to him and offered to show him around.
"Why would you want to show me around? Don't you hate me?" He asked truthfully.
"Look"she sighed "I just want to make a fresh start with you guys. Besides, if you betray us, i will be the first to hunt you down" She cheerfully said. Hiccup tried to stay silent, since he knew that she would probably stay true to her words, but alas that his sarcastic side won once again.
"And how will you do that? Will you use that axe?" He asked pointing to her weapon, which was placed in her back. She was surprised to see her smile.
"I don't need my axe to inflict pain in you."
"Oohh, I'm sure you don't." he said smiling. He looked around, recognising many of his ideas.
"Who thought for all this?" He gestured with his hands all of Berk. Astrid's good mood disappeared in an instant. He just had to bring him up. She touched her necklace, a move that Hiccup caught on, and with a sad voice said.
"A very smart person though everything you see around you. He was the one that brought peace between Vikings and dragons. With the cost of his own life." Hiccup's eyes widened, they thought that he died? Why would they think that.
"How do you know that he is dead?" He asked.
'We don't, he might be alive.' said the voice inside her head.
'No, I will not have my hopes up, just to see myself broken' Astrod argued, ignoring her company. When, however, he asked something she returned to reality.
"Sorry, what did you said?" She asked polite, not wanting to show that she spaced out.
"I asked if you loved him." Hiccup asked with a monotonous voice.
"WHAT?!"
'Yes!'
"NO!" she said ignoring the voice.
"He was... he was just a friend." She finally said.
"Friend? If he was your friend, why didn't you help him?" He said with an accused tone, which for some reason hurt Astrid more than she thought. Their conversation ended when they reached the massive building.
They entered together in the Great Hall, all eyes were on him. Somethings never change. She went to her friends, while he sat on a table in the corner of the room, which was deem lighted. All the Vikings were eager to see his face, since he would have to take off his mask to eat. To their, and Astrid's disappointment, he took out a notebook. He unfolded some papers and started writing down. Stoick and Gobber were watching from afar. After some time they decided, that they should speak with the masked man.
"So where is, I believe his name is George?" Stoick said.
"He left early in the morning, saying that he would first visit the Meatheads and then the other tribes, so that we could get a better picture of the situation." Hiccup said altering his voice.
"Your Norce are very good. Even better than the other man. May I ask your name lad?" Gobber asked now. Hiccup couldn't resist his mentor.
"I go by many names, but you can call me Fury. Like Night Fury." Hiccup said mentally face palming for that stupid name.
"Since we are on the topic. Where is your dragon?" Stoick asked. Hiccup saw the teens heading for his table.
"In a safe place, close by." He said with a cold voice.
"Hey! You don't trust us? Then why are you here?" Snotlout asked mockingly, trying to impress a certain blonde hair girl.
"Do you trust me?" He asked looking at Astrid. She didn't say anything she nodded her head really quickly.
"I asked do you trust me? Because I already got a warning not to cross you, if I want to keep my head." He finished. Everyone turned to look at Astrid, who in return held her head high. Stoick couldn't help but smile for the young warrior.
"I told you, that I don't need my axe to beat you." She said smiling.
"Wait lass, you're telling me that you still have that axe?" Gobber asked after everyone stopped laughing. She nodded sadly.
"You are the village blacksmith correct? Can't you just repair it?" Hiccup asked genially confused. He thought that his former mentor could make anything.
"I could, if he didn't make it" Gobber said looking down. Hiccup saw Stoick and Astrid looking in the floor. Snotlout, on the other hand, head up like a peacock said that 'Useless', that's how he always referred Hiccup, was only good at making weapons and nothing else. Hiccup clenched his fists trying really hard not to lash at the short black haired Viking. When he tried to say something, he saw Astrid punching him in the face. He looked at her, she was fuming from anger. He glanced at his father, he was surprised when he saw the massive man walking to Snotlout, and with little to no effort, he raised him up so that he could see his eyes. He said with an angry voice.
"Don't you ever, insult Hiccup in front of my face." The short man gulped and nodded quickly. Stoick left the room with Skullcrusher behind. Hiccup then turned to Astrid.
"I might be able to help you with that." He said looking at the axe.
"Really?!" She said rather hastily.
"Yeah, I will just need to use the forge, if that's not a problem with you." He asked Gobber now, who simply nodded.
"Excellent. Oh I would also like to be alone in the forge. Is that a problem?" Hiccup asked the two limped man. Gobber went to say something but last night's event replayed in his mind and closed his mouth.
Hiccup, left the Great Hall with surprising light mood. He didn't see Gobber inspecting him carefully, his eyes fall to Hiccup's prosthetic leg. The older man couldn't take his eyes of the complicated limp, he was astonished by it. When Hiccup opened the door, snow came in rushing in but that wasn't all. Along with the snow several ravens entered the Hall and nested near the main fire. It was a sight to be seen. Vikings were afraid to get near the animals. If they angered them, then Odin wouldn't welcome them to Valhalla. Hiccup, however, not fazed by the dark feathered bird, exited the room. Right before the doors closed all the ravens flew out. It left the viewers in a shocking state.
George was traveling on top of Nightwing in full speed. He just finished talking with Mogadon the Meathead, the Chief of thr Meathead tribe. It seemed that what Stoick said was true. Only Berk, the Outcasts and the Berserkers were fighting. He thought that he should head directly to the root of the problem. That was why he was flying towards the Outcast island.
It was past noon and Gobber had left thw forge to this masked man. He would lie if he told anyone that he wasn't hesitant. Hiccup on the other hand was feeling quite nostalgic about the place. He run his fingers through the bars and tables. He inspected the tools and looked at his old room, in the back of the forge. Everything seemed smaller, but that was due to him growing a few inches. His train of thought was lost when Astrid came in with her favourite weapon in hand. She reluctantly gave it to him.
"Please, don't destroy it of you can't fix it. Gobber said that only Hiccup could repair it." She said in a low voice, very out of character for her.
Hiccup smirked. "Well, Gobber hasn't met me. I can fix everything." She perked up instantly hearing that. She left the forge with a smile on her face.
Hiccup worked on the blade. Even after five years he still remembered everything about this axe. He started humming while hammering, something he adopted from Gobber. It was getting pretty hit in the room, so he unclipped his mask and leather armour. He tossed the tunic that he had on the inside and continued, bare chested, his work. Two,maybe three, hours passed and Astrid was getting restless. She wanted to know if he succeeded, she knew that he asked for privacy but she thought that since it was her axe then she would have clearance. She didn't knock, she just went inside and what she saw made her eyes widened in shock.
Scars. Scars everywhere. In every part of his back there was a scar. Some were old while others were newer. She figured that not all of them were from swords or claws, no some were parallel. The looked like whiplashs. She gasped. That got the attention of Hiccup who, in his frightened state dropped the hammer on his foot. He drop down grunting holding his hand.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you Ok?" She said quickly.
"Did you see my face?" he asked quietly.
"What?!"
"DID YOU SEE MY FACE?" he yelled angrily.
Astrid stepped back a little.
"No, I just saw the scars." She heard him sighing. A hand went on the table to get the leather mask. She tried to step forward but when she did, he yelled at her to stay where she was.
"I thought I asked for privacy. Am I really so untrustworthy?" he asked behind his, now clipped, mask. She looked down.
"I know I'm sorry. I just wanted to know how my axe is progressing." She said in a low innocent voice. He sighed again. She braced herself for a scolding. When it didn't came she opened one of her eyes. She saw him scratching the back of his head.
"Now how can I stay mad at this sight" he gestured to her. "It's coming alright. It will be ready by tomorrow morning." Her eyes lighted up.
"However. I want to see it in action, so tomorrow when you are going to train, I will be there to note if it fits you ok?" He said. She nodded and excused herself one more time before she left. He left a breath of relief. He didn't want the village to know it was him, not yet at least. He continued working at the hot metal again.
Astrid was walking down the road to her house. Sge was thinking about those scars.
'He had them, all over his back. I could also see some on his arms.' She thought.
'His very built up arms. If I may add' There was that voice again.
'No you may not add that. And besides, when did you find the time to see if he had muscle or not.'
'We are the same person. What you see, I see. I am just interpreting the information differently.'
'What do you mean?' Astrid asked the voice. This was the first time she had a real conversation with her mind.
'Did you see his hair?' The voice asked.
'No. I just saw the scars.'
'Wrong. You didn't see his face. What you did saw was his hair. What colour were they?' The voice trailed off.
'BROWN!' She screamed in her mind.
'There you go. You should listen to me more often.' The voice said jokingly.
'If I do that, then I would need serious help.' Astrid said. She arrived at her house. She opened her door and enter the empty building. With a sigh she went up in her room, saying goodnight to no one.
Done. Ok so i got a suggestion. It said to not drag the reveal. It will probably happen in chapter 14. I have already planned the next one(chapter 12) to be about George. I want to introduce some more characters. After that We will return to Berk and our beloved Vikings. Thank you for reading.