Here we are. The special holiday one. Note to say. I do not own Gift of the Night Fury, only my OCs. Hope you enjoy it.
A Fun Morning Flight:
This is Berk, boasting the kind of balmy, fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen. The one upside is our annual holiday. We call it Snoggletog. Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery. But with the war long over, and dragons living among us, this year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember,"
Hester slept peacefully in her bed, dreaming about what joyful fun that this holiday would bring. Unfortunately, she heard a constant banging thump above her head. The thumping roof rained clouds of dust onto her head. She tried to cover her ears with the pillow, but she couldn't block out the sound. The thump-maker would not stop.
She groaned and rubbed her eyes. "Not again bud," she moaned. She swung her feet off the bed and skipped down the stairs in sleeping manner, taking her mother's Viking helmet with her.
Outside on the roof of the Haddock House, Toothless was pouncing up and down on the roof, knocking off snow and tiles. He stopped until he saw Hester walking over the entrance down below.
"Good morning Mr. Bossy!" she greeted up to her.
"Good morning Hester!" Toothless leaped down. "Slept well?"
"Yes. No thanks to you," Hester was quite hot-tempered at being woken up. "Bud, do you always have to wake me up so early to go flying-!" she screamed out as she slipped on some ice. Toothless's head caught her before she could fall.
"Stupid leg," Hester cursed, swinging it a bit. She did not fully like her new leg. It had its flaws as much as its strengths. "Thanks bud," she said.
"Now can we go flying?" Toothless begged.
"Okay. Okay. Okay bud. We can go flying now,"
"Thank you," Toothless suddenly burped in her face.
Hester immediately plugged her nose with fingers. "Eww!" she grimaced out. "That's disgusting! Next time you burp, cover your mouth with your paws,"
"Sorry," Toothless crooned. "My bad. Can we go flying now please?"
"Whoo Hoo!" Hester cheered as they soared into the sky. "This is fun!"
"This is exactly why I wake you up every morning," Toothless told her.
"It's good that you do. But not very early next time. Now – let's see what you've got," she steered Toothless towards an arch way. "Let's try this out,"
She unhooked her leg from the stirrup and carefully stood on the saddle like a Viking snowboarder. Toothless struggled to fly straight with his prosthetic fin tucked in but he managed to glide gently towards the arch.
Once they were close enough, Hester did a mighty leap over the arch. Toothless flew under the arch and Hester right on the other side onto his saddle. She hooked her leg back into the stirrup and the prosthetic fin was activated again and Toothless could fly in any direction he wanted.
"That was fun!" Hester hailed, throwing her hands in the air. "Right bud?"
"Right sis,"
"Great trick guys!" a voice surprised them from above.
Toothless and Hester looked up and saw Sigmund and Tifespike above them upside down.
"Did you honestly think that you could go on a morning flight without us?" Sigmund questioned, crossing his arms. "And let us miss out all the fun?"
Tifespike spiral 180 degrees and positioned herself alongside Toothless.
"It was quite early when Toothless woke me. I didn't want you two to have to wake up so early again for the fifth time this month,"
"Come on Hester! You know how much we like to race you guys in the morning!" a new voice approached from Hester's left.
Hester twisted her head and Garsir flying alongside them on Skullbones.
"Are you guys up for a race?" he goaded.
"Oh yes! Loser has to clean the other's dragon stables for a month!" Sigmund challenged.
"You guys will never beat Toothless. He's the fastest dragon on the island," Hester spoke proudly, patting her dragon's head.
"You got that right," Toothless cooed.
"Oh I don't know about that Hester. Tifespike is quite a fast dragon with such good endurance," Sigmund said smugly.
"We'll see about that," Hester playfully provoked.
"Let's just get on with it already!" Garsir laughed impatiently.
The three dragons landed on the arch and lined up.
"Three!" Garsir started.
The dragons heeled their heads and stiffened their legs.
"Two!" Sigmund went next.
The dragons left outed their wings.
"Go!" Hester shouted.
Toothless sped off like a rocket. Tifespike and Skullbones followed tightly beside him. This was going to be a fun race.
Down below in the village, everyone was decorating the village. The tree, the decorations, the lanterns… They made it their goal to make the village look as beautiful as ever.
"Here?" A Viking on a Gronckle called down to Gobber.
"Put that one a wee bit higher!" Gobber called.
The Gronkle hovered a metre higher.
"Here?" the rider called down.
Gobber gave the good thumbs up. "There! Ah, that's the spot!"
"Alright!"
Fishlegs and his parents were happily helping with the decorating of the different-coloured Viking lanterns. This was their favourite activity to do every Snoggletog. Fishlegs watched cheeringly as he saw his new Gronkle Meatlug
"Attaboy, Meatlug!" Fishlegs cheered as he saw Meatlug playing about with a Viking kid in a costume.
Near the tree, Astrid was helping with the decorating of the Viking tree, which was actually a giant wooden one made out of wooden planks painted green. Although fake, it was decorated with mistletoe and shields which Astrid and her dragon Stormfly were busy pinning on.
"Are you ready for the final ones girl?" Astrid asked her dragon.
"Yep. Toss them up," Stormfly unravelled her tail spikes.
Astrid tossed the last two up and with a flick of her tail, Stormfly's spines went flying and they pinned the shields to the green planks. The job was done.
"Well done girl," Astrid praised proudly. "What would I do without you?"
"I'm happy to see how close you've grown to her darling," Ingrid said.
Asher smiled proudly as well. He loved seeing his daughter with a dragon. It was wonderful for Astrid to have a protective friend.
Stoick, walking into the plaza smiled as he saw how beautifully it was ornated with lights and mistletoe and bells and shields. He was very excited about what joy this festive holiday would bring to his people. He was most excited that it was the first Snoggletog with the dragons, the first one in seven generations where there would be no worry about conflict or war, but happiness.
"Vikings spending the winter holiday with dragons. What would our fathers say?" he asked Gobber.
"They'd think we'd lost our minds!"
Both men laughed.
"I wish Gertrud were here," Gobber yearned for his beloved wife. "If she were here, she would be so happy,"
"I wish Valka were here too," Stoick could never forget about his beloved Valka. Ever since Hester had returned home, he had sworn to be a better father to Hester. "They wouldn't want us to be crying. They'd want us to be celebrating with our children and our people,"
Gobber wiped away his tears. "You're right," They both had to be jolly for their kids.
"Well done. Well done, all of you!" Stoick praised his people for all their work which had transformed the village. "I've never thought I'd live to see this day. Peace on the island of Berk. This will surely be the greatest holiday, we've ever seen!"
Everybody clapped. Fishlegs hugged his dragon. Stormfly nuzzled Astrid's hands and she stroke her.