This Is it For Me Here
Chapter Eight
I Own Nothing
Back on Berk... Three Months Later...
Over six months now, almost half a year since Hiccup has been dead. But that didn't mean none of the emotional pain has passed, not one bit had washed away from him, all he could feel was the bitterness. The worst part of it all was the loneliness, the house was so empty and cold. No life was living in it except for Stoick. Sometimes he would go up to his late son's room, thinking he would just appear sleeping in his bed, just sleeping away. But that was just an illusion, just one cruel illusion.
The only good thing that seemed to happen was the dragon raids finally came to a halt, after the last raids months back, it's like all dragons just vanished into thin air, not a single raid over the last couple of months. But that really didn't help with the live stock, most of it was just about gone, the whole village was just barely getting by now. Now they were suffering from starvation in the middle of winter, it was just pure hell for everyone there.
Snoggletog was a sad one this year, their was nothing to celebrate at all. Just another holiday going by without Hiccup. It used to be his favorite time of year, watching his son opening the gifts he gave him, taking him over the great hall and singing snoggletog songs with Gobber, who would be totally drunk off his rocker by then. Oh he wished he could go back to be with his son again, just to hold him one last time.
That was the one thing that happened right after Hiccup died. Stoick's drinking started to increase, coming home pretend drunk happy, trying to feel something else besides sadness and depression. The alcohol would ease some of the pain, but it barely did anything to make him forget. Watching his only child be carried off by that monster, it was that damn beast fault for causing all of this. Then again Stoick couldn't help but blame himself for the damage he had done over the years.
He sat in front of the fire, taking another heavy swing of mead, feeling his entire body getting heavier and warmer.
Stoick later passed out in the chair, dropping the cup of mead on the floor as he drifted to sleep in his drunken comatose.
In The Middle North Some Where...
The morning hadn't came yet, the darkness was still out, covering our tracks as we flew through the clouds, the only light we had was the moon and stars, but even with those the trappers couldn't see us. Plus with Toothless being all black and my black armor combined, well you pretty much get the picture. We can see them but they can't see us, we attack them and they try to attack us and so on. Also we had the cold blistering snow, making ten times harder for us to get spotted.
But tonight was different, just some gut feeling I had in the pit of my stomach was telling me something bad was going to happen. Like that little lump stuck in my throat and you can't get passed it, I don't know I always had got that type of feeling when something was about to go down or happen. Like when a raid happen on Berk, I knew it was going to happen and I knew it was coming.
But my mother sent me out here, she thought it would be a good way to get the secret information about the attacks that Drago is planning.
The cold wind blew through my mask, making my cheeks stiffen as I felt the cold drain from my face from the heat. This years winter was just brutal, I couldn't feel my finger tips and ears, the only thing I could move was my eyes. Shifting as I looked down below us, waiting for the sight of trapper island. That's where all the action is going to happen tonight. How do I now this? I managed to over hear some of the men talking about a "Big Meeting" with the boss, and of course that only meant one thing. Drago Bludvist was going to be at that meeting, he was the one calling all the shots.
I had to listen in to that meeting, I had to know when they were going to attack, who were they going to take on first? The MeatHead Tribe? The Berserker's Tribe? I mean the list just keeps going on and on. Until you reach the last island...Berk. No, no way. Drago wouldn't attack Berk, he wouldn't know where it is, and I doubt he knows my dad is the still alive, after Drago unleashed hell at that chieftain meeting, making those dragons set the entire place up in flames, killing everyone in sight, except for my was years ago, back when I was just a baby.
But now Drago just wanted more power to him, he wanted the entire world to fall to there knees and bow down to him, and for those who won't follow him, with be slaughtered in the crossfire. Dragons being under the mind control of a an evil man, a man forcing and controlling an alpha since it was a hatchling, abusing it and almost killing it at one point.
I could never understand people like that, why make people fear you, when all you want is their respect to follow you? I guess making people fear you is a little easier then forcing them to respect you. I don't know, sometimes I wonder how my dad even dose it, people look up to him all the time, but when they see me, they just look away as if I didn't exist to them.
I sighed heavily, feeling some relief. At least he didn't have to worry about that anymore. Hiccup still cared about his father, but he didn't dare himself to show it, not even to Valka when she asked if he still loved him. He wanted to do the right thing and protect dragons and humans, but when it comes to Berk...it just all seems to much to handle at the thought he did the right thing by leaving and never coming back, he thought faking his death was the best for everyone, but he still had no idea that his father was still mourning over him, always keeping his son in his thoughts.
He would always try to push the thoughts of Stoick away, but he couldn't denied that fact that he missed his father. He missed the way he would laugh, the way he would hug him, the way he held him as a little kid. The way Stoick held him protectively in his strong arms, sometimes he thought he would over reacting, but now that what was Hiccup could use right now, just a simple hug from his dad.
I scoffed."Think straight you idiot!" His mind shouted at him."Your on an important mission right now!, theirs no time to be fucking around!"
"You think I don't know that!?" My entire mind was racing."I could die tonight just by setting one foot on that island!"
"No shit!, one mess up and were screwed!"
He opened his glossy green eyes and saw the island he was looking for, next to it was a large black war ship glaring at him. Hiccup glare right back at it, feeling his entire body tensing up.
"Their it is." He whispered."That's what we have been looking for." He turned on the left side, making Toothless turn the same way. The wind was blowing harder as we got closer, I was calm, I didn't feel any fear at all, all I could feel was the calmness, as if I didn't have anything left in me. The last time I felt afraid is when I fell of Toothless's saddle and plummeted almost fifty feet, feeling my body slam into the fire, breaking my leg and cutting up my entire body. For a moment I thought I was really dead, I thought it was it for me here. But as always I was wrong, instead I ended up with the one person I wanted to be with the most, my mother.
It's funny how one thing goes wrong and the next something amazing happens, and it all goes straight to hell after that. It's like nothing can go right for me, I keep telling myself I'm cursed or some bullshit. I don't know, maybe the gods really do hate me after all, I wouldn't be too shocked. But at least I was alive, I was still here, even after all the stuff that should have killed me years ago I'm still standing in one piece.
We circled the ship a few moments, waiting to see if their any guards walking around the upper deck. Some were guarding the front, just two of them were standing their,I decided to take us both down lower to get a better look, we both landed on the fort, hiding behind the think chunks of ice, I'm guess my mother had already been here with her alpha, I turned to face Toothless.
"Stay here." I whispered to him as I made my way towards the ship, looking up at the chains that dangled from it, the were hooked to the an arch from the deck. I guess that was my only way up without being spotted.
I slowly tiptoed towards the ship, keeping my eyes and ears wide open as I reached for one of the chains, hoisting myself up as I pulled my weight up, wrapping my skinny legs around the iron chains. Clawing my way to the top as I listen, nothing but dead silence. Once I climbed up to the deck, the guards were gone, I kept looking around to see if anyone was around, nothing not a living soul.
Then I heard voices, low shallow voices on the lower deck. They sounded like they were coming down from below. I held my breath as I slowly walked down the steps, trying my best not to give away my cover, the closer I got, the louder the voices became. I managed to get to the bottom of the stairs, seeing a door closed shut, holes poking out of it, revealing some light as I crawled towards it.
I peaked through one of the hols, seeing a bunch of men gathered around, then I saw him.
Drago Bludvist.
He was a frightening man to look at, very tall and built, covered in scars head to to toe, he wore a dragon cloak, made out of Night Fury skin, his eyes were sunken green, all his hair was made in dreadlocks and had beads in them, Drago held some kind of iron staff in his right hand. His left arm was missing, replaced with a one made of iron, he really did look like a madman. Next to him was Eret, son of Eret. I knew him from previous fights and dragon rescues, the truth is he was all talk, he couldn't fight to save his ass in the first place.
Drago raised his hand, making everyone go silent after all the the men to hold their breaths the man spoke softly.
"Were all here tonight to discuss our plans for attack." He said darkly as he threw the large map on the table, exposing all the islands all around. Drago took a dagur from his belt, holding it in his right hand."In two days we will start our take over the world, taking what is rightfully ours." He smiled darkly as some men nodded in agreement. My eyes widen as I kept listening.
"What about the dragon thieves?" Eret asked his master, receiving a glare from him.
"If we see them, we will take them out." He said coldly, looking back at the map."But for right now, we will take out our first island, killing and burning the entire village to the ground." He looked down at the map, striking it with the dagur."Berk." He smiled wildly letting out a dark laugh, as the men around him cheered, Erect was the only one that didn't seemed to sure about this mass plan, he just nodded as Drago went over the last couple of details, I couldn't listen to the rest of this, I had to get out of here.
I felt my heart drop as he revealed his first destination, I backed up before anyone could hear me. I literally bolted up the stairs, as my heart was racing like a drum. I don't even remember running up the stairs, but I do remember jumping off the ship and landing on my back as I hobbled over to Toothless.
"Lets get out of here bud." I jumped on as we both took off, not looking back as my mind raced. How was I going to explain this to my mom? Hell how the hell am I supposed to help Berk?
Were in big trouble now.
Hey guys! sorry for the lack of updates! so I decided to not do a whole fives and shit, I wanted to speed things up and get this plat line moving and if you don't like it then why the holy fuck are you reading it? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I just got done watching Face Off and I'm tired as hell so good night and enjoy!
sorry again for the lack of updates, I promise I'll update Dead Inside next, maybe tomorrow. I know this chapter wasn't as exiting as you wanted it to be, but oh well.