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-Ryder's Manor-
"Let me see! Let me see!" said Jack, happily before Olette hit his head. He rubbed his head and glared at her, "What was that for, Olette?"
Olette crossed her arms, "For acting an immature brat."
Scot snickered while Rose giggled.
"Well, don't keep us waiting, Ciel. Show us," said Scot, calmly.
Hiccup laughed before taking out his new black sword and shows it to his friends. It took about six days for Johnny's father to finish the sword, along with an impressive shield. His armor still needs a few more days to be finished though.
The black sword was long, thin on the handle then got wider on the tip; the handle had a dragon design with a red ruby on the middle. There were also designs of Scotland on the handle.
"I can't believe this beauty was made out of dragon parts," said Jack in awe.
Scot examined the black sword, "What's the durability of this sword?"
"Pretty high," replied Hiccup. "Jonathan tests it out a few times and saw that the sword can withstand temperature up to 2000 degrees or more; can cut through any skin including muscle and bone; trees don't stand a chance against it and endures stones pretty well."
Scot and Jack widen their eyes.
"Bloody hell," murmured Jack before grinning, "You have the wicked sword that was ever made! I can't wait to see it in battle, mate!"
"Once word gets out, many would like to challenge you in a duel for that sword…including Vikings and Pirates," said Olette, darkly. That's when she spotted the strange symbol on the blade, "Hey, what's that?"
Scot and Rose lean over to see the strange symbol on the blade.
"I've never seen that symbol before," said Scot.
Rose paled, "I have…it's the language that the Vikings use. But Ciel, why does your sword have a symbol of a Viking?"
Hiccup widened his eyes before looking over at Jack. The dark hair teen gave him an encouraging nod. Hiccup took a deep breath, "…there is a reason why I have a Viking symbol on my sword. I allow me to explain first then you can give your thoughts into it, deal?"
Scot, Olette and Rose nodded.
"I used to live in Berk and I was the son of the Chief – a Viking Chief called Stoick the Vast…" started Hiccup. It took about an hour to finish his tale to his other friends who have different reactions.
Scot had a shock look on his face and was trying to say something, but ends up closing his mouth after a few seconds. Rose, however, had her eyes widened, but shows empathy, not hatred while Olette was gritting her teeth in anger and her eyes shows betrayal.
"You…You're a filthy, bastard Viking!" snapped Olette, angrily. She leaned over to Hiccup's face, "What's your game, Viking?! Why are you truly here?! Are you a bloody spy? Are you going to inform your Viking friends about us?! Well?!"
Jack pushed Olette away from Hiccup.
"That's enough, Olette! Hiccup is no spy. He is no Viking like those in Berk!" argued Jack. "His own freaking father ignored him while he was being mistreated by his own people! Just because he was different!"
"Oh, poor little Viking," mocked Olette. "That doesn't explain why he is here?! The King banned all Vikings from entering Scotland after that incident, three years ago!"
"Um…even if so, Ciel is not a Viking anymore," said Rose, softly. Everyone turned their heads to the young teen, "I mean…if Ciel – I mean Hiccup ran away from Berk, doesn't that mean he denounced himself of being a Viking?"
Scot and Jack blinked their eyes while Hiccup stared at her with shock. Did he really denounce being a Viking? Doesn't that mean he betrayed his people?
Olette snorted before leaving Hiccup's room.
"I have a feeling that she is going to tell the school about my origins," murmured Hiccup before looking down, "Great…I'm going to be mistreated once again."
"Highly doubt it," said Scot, honestly. "The Ryder's have high social status, close to the royal's, than the Patterson's. No one is going to believe her until your father says something…um…do you want to be called Ciel or Hiccup?"
"Either one is fine, Scot and thanks," replied Hiccup. "But…I don't want everyone to hate me later on because they learned that I was lying to them…I have to say something to my dad about this."
"Well, we're with yea all the way, mate," said Jack.
"That's right. If the King allowed you to enter Scotland, that means you're alright," said Scot.
Hiccup was speechless as he looked over at Rose who was giving him a supporting smile. The auburn teen let a tear run down from his cheek before wiping it off and giving them a true smile.
"Let me show yea guys that place I found not too far from here," said Hiccup, guiding his friends out of his room. "I believe is close to where you guys hang out."
Jack grinned and simply placed his arm over Hiccup's shoulder while Scot and Rose walked behind them. After explaining to his mother what happened, Hiccup and his friends spent the afternoon at the pond near the cottage.
When Monday came around, Hiccup was nervous upon seeing Olette again. But when break came up, the redhead came up to him and apologized to him.
"I'm…I'm so sorry. My…My father and mother explained to me what I did was wrong by judging you without giving you a chance," said Olette. She bit her lip, "I…always have trouble on controlling my temper and that's how I lose so many friends because of it. I…understand if you don't want to hang out with me any longer…"
Hiccup stopped her, "Hey, it's alright. I'm just glad you didn't hit me when you found about my origins. I was planning to tell everyone about it with my dad and the King's help. But it wouldn't happen until the next ball."
"Are…Are you sure about it? Most people in Scotland hate Vikings and you're going to have a hard time if they find out you were a Viking," said Olette.
"Ex-Viking," reminded Hiccup. "I'm not a Viking anymore, but my dad placed that symbol on my blade to show that I should be proud of who I was and what I am becoming now."
"I see," murmured Olette.
"Now as for your temper," said Hiccup. Olette tensed up but Hiccup gave her smile, "I don't care if you have one or not. I have met quite a few in Berk who have much worse, but if you need help on controlling that stubborn temper, met me at my dad's training grounds after lessons."
Olette simply nodded before the two returned to class.
After school, Hiccup and Toothless met Olette with her Monstrous Nightmare, Firestorm at the training grounds. The auburn teen leads the redhead to the grounds where he gave her a training wooden sword.
"Alright, release that temper by fighting me," said Hiccup, grabbing hold onto a wooden sword. "My mum says it's not right to hold in emotions or it will lead to explosion or something."
Olette blinked her eyes, "Wha – What are you getting at, Ciel? I'm not going to fight you when I'm in my temper mode! I could hurt you! You barely just started training!"
"And?" questioned Hiccup. "Not only this will help you release any anger you have, but this will also help me get better on fighting. It's a win-win situation."
"Oh…well if you put it that way," said Olette before posing her fighting stands, "Let's start our training, but I'm not going easy on yea, Ciel."
Hiccup smirked, "I hope you're not."
For the next month, Olette and Hiccup would train at the grounds for about an hour while their friends were watching them. Sometimes Jack, Scot and Jameson would join in as well. Rose, on the other hand would keep score on who wins or loses.
Even their dragons started training either with them or separate.
Ever since Hiccup and Johnny finished Toothless' new tailfin, the young Night Fury would fly to his mate, Jade and would spend the day flying with her nonstop. During training with the other dragons, he would race against Shocker or Striker, Scot's Timberjack using his new tailfin.
Weeks passed, and the land was covered in white snow. And another ball, the Yule ball will be held in the castle on the twenty-fifth of December. The auburn teen couldn't help compare it with Berk's winter holiday, Snoggletog to Scotland's winter holiday, Yule.
In Berk, families give out gifts and decorate the village with bright colors along with a build wooden tree with their shields as décor…that is if the dragons don't decided to attack during their feast holiday.
While in Scotland, they burn a Yule log and with the charred remains are used to protect their houses throughout the year and the adults would be kissing under mistletoe. Lastly, in everyone house there will be a real tree that is decorated with different décor but in the main square, there was taller tree with bright colors and décor. For the feast, there are different from the social classes: the working class would have a small feast; the middle class was much larger with friends and family while the high class has a big banquet and a ball with other high classes.
What surprised Hiccup was Yule originally came from traveling Vikings and British that settled in Scotland around the fifth century. This gave Charlus and Victor an idea on how to tell the Scottish people about Hiccup's origins…with a slight white lie.
As everyone was preparing the ball, Hiccup ran off to the coast on a cliff side, close to his home and was staring at the horizon. The direction he was staring off leads to his former home, Berk.
"How long has it been, bud?" murmured Hiccup.
Toothless lazily picked up his head and titled his head.
Hiccup hugged his legs, close to his chest. "Six months? Five? Does…Does dad know that I am even gone? Is he glad? Finally to get rid of…Hiccup the Useless? Did he give Snotlout the title heir of Berk now?"
Toothless let out a small whine before butting his head onto Hiccup's chin, carefully.
Hiccup smiled, sadly, "Thanks bud…but I just wish…I just have to know. There is only one person that treated me like a son…I have to see how Gobber is doing."
Toothless gave him an unsure look.
"Hey, it's not like I am going to stay there. We'll just drop by and see how he is doing, then we head back here, deal?" said Hiccup.
Toothless looked at his partner before nodding his head.
Hiccup smiled, but as he was about to mount on Toothless' back, two voices stopped him. The auburn teen turned around to see Jack and Scot standing behind him. "Wha – What are you doing here?"
"Well, we were hoping that you would hang out with us since the girls are having a 'girls day out'," replied Jack before grinning, "But now, I think a little field trip is much better."
Hiccup had a confuse look on his face before widening his eyes. "You mean you two want to…"
"That's right," said Scot. "We can't let you go by yourself. What if you run into pirates or robbing Vikings? You need some help and protection, mate."
Hiccup sighed, "Alright, but let's go now. It shouldn't take us about a day for us to reach Berk. We'll hide in Raven Point until night where we sneak in to the village so no one can see us."
Jack and Scot nodded before the two called forth their dragons.
-Berk, night-
Gobber was finishing up cleaning his workplace with a sad look on his face.
The snow began to fall not too long ago which means it was getting close to their annual winter holiday, Snoggletog. Normally, he would craft his friends gifts with Hiccup's help and the one time of year when Stoick sort of acts like a father to Hiccup.
Gobber thought this year was going to be different – a good different.
If Hiccup had been able to kill his first dragon, everyone would have treated the young lad with much needed respect and Stoick would finally be proud to call Hiccup as a son, but sadly, it never happened.
Giving one last look at his young apprentice's untouched workplace, the Viking blacksmith closed the place and headed upstairs to some needed sleep. As he was about to place his helmet on to the table, he spotted three unknown teens.
"Wha? What are you lads doing here? How did you even get into my home without me knowing?!" questioned Gobber.
The two teens sitting at the table looked at each other before looking over at the other teen. The auburn teen sighed, "They are here cause of me…"
Gobber eyed him, suspiciously.
"…it's me, Gobber…Hiccup…"
Gobber stepped close to the auburn teen and studied his appearance closely. The auburn teen's hair was slightly long and his green eyes were sort of familiar and on his chin was a small cut. "H-Hiccup?"
The auburn teen nodded, slowly. Within a second, Hiccup was being crushed to death from Gobber's hug. "I-It's good to see you too, Gobber…but can you," started Hiccup.
"Oh right, sorry about that lad," said Gobber, letting go his young apprentice. "It's just – oh Odin! You're alive! You have no idea how wonderful this is! Everyone was so worried about yea, lad! And your father…" Hiccup bit his lip, anxious about the answer. "He was so devastated; not knowing if you were alive or not," finished Gobber.
Hiccup and the two boys widen their eyes.
"Seriously?" said the dark hair teen. He gritted his teeth, "That doesn't give any excuse on how that bastard treated Hiccup for most of his life!"
Gobber looked over at the two unknown teens, "And you two are?"
"They are my friends Gobber," replied Hiccup. "…they are from Scotland. The loud mouth is Jack and the guy next to him is Scot."
Gobber widened his eyes, "Scotland?! You have been living in Scotland all this time lad!?"
Hiccup nodded, "I have much to tell you Gobber."
After an hour, Gobber had a shocked look on his face before turning it into a grin. He patted Hiccup's shoulder, "I'm just glad that you are alright lad, but is it wise to not let your father know that you're alive?"
Hiccup sighed, "I'm sure. I mean what is he going to say or do when I tell him that I have a dragon as a partner? He's going to officially disown me, you know that. He was so proud when he found out that I was going to kill my first dragon and me becoming a true Viking…he never saw me for who I am Gobber…I know I was a disappointment to him…"
"Hiccup," said Gobber, softly. "You're not a disappointment. If…If you were my boy, I would have been proud. You can craft amazing weapons! And you're quite tough in your own way."
Hiccup smiled, "Thanks Gobber."
"Well, it's nice to meet the only decent Viking that treated Hiccup like a human being. Scot Reid, at your service Blacksmith Gobber."
"Jack McKnight, Mr. Gobber sir!"
"Gobber is fine, lads and thank you – the both of you for watching over Hiccup for me."
Scot and Jack slightly gave a bow.
"We…better get going," said Hiccup, looking over at the night sky. "If we go now, we'll make it to Scotland by noon."
Jack and Scot nodded.
"Take care lad and…come by for a visit some time. I sort of missed hearing your sarcasm humor," said Gobber.
Hiccup laughed, "Of course Gobber. Come on guys, let's head out."
Gobber watched as the three teens left his house from the cracked open window. He walked over to see them running over to Raven Point and slowly they fainted away into the forest. For the first time after many months, the Blacksmith had a true smile on his face.
"I'll keep your secret lad even if it means lying to Stoick…good luck out there Ceil."
-Break Line-
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