This, is Berk. It's a few degrees south of hopeless and a few from freezing to death. My village. Well, not my village, exactly. In a word: sturdy. Berkians have been here for seven generations, but every building is new. We have fishing, lots of sheep and a charming view of the sunset. The only problem are the pests. Some people have mice, or mosquitos, but we have... He ran to the door, looking outside just before closing the door again, avoiding the giant blast of fire.
"Dragons." He ran outside, avoiding the blasts and weapons being thrown. My name's Viggo. Grimborn, to be exact, not that anyone around here cares. He turned back to the sky filled with the flying beasts. Most people would leave, but not us. We're vikings, which means we have a certain stubbornness issue.
"What are you doing?"
"Get back inside!" He ran past the vikings, ignoring their exclaims. He was just about to run out across the street when a hand pulled him back, just before a fire was blasted along that path. "What is he doing out here? Get back inside!" He was then not very gently shoved back towards the houses by that hand. That's Stoick the Vast. They say that when he was a baby he popped the head off of a dragon. Do I believe it? Not entirely sure. As Viggo ran through the buildings, he saw the torches being raised, to light up the skies. "There you are." He had reached the blacksmiths, where a viking missing a leg and arm stood. "Thought you'd miss all the fun."
"Who, me? I'm sure that they wouldn't know what to do with my excellent skills."
"Well, they need someone to be their scapegoat, don't they?" Vikings with dull or broken weapons came at the window of the blacksmith, and threw them in, yelling commands. The viking with the interchangeable hand and attitude is Gobber. I've been his apprentice since me and Ryker arrived here. Ryker and Viggo arrived at Berk after, well, Viggo couldn't remember (Ryker wouldn't tell him anything, for some reason). But it must have been something big, something that made his older brother make the decision to leave and try to find a new place to live. In fact, even Ryker didn't tell him why the Berkians accepted a random 16 year old and 18 year old. And it had been two years since they had become Berkians. He looked outside as more vikings threw weapons at him and saw a building catch on fire and fall apart. See? Old village, lots of new buildings.
"Come on, guys!" Viggo's eyes caught the attention of some of the other vikings his age who ran past him. They held buckets of water, pitifully trying to put out the constant fires. Just as he thought that, a fireball exploded on the spot where the fires had been put out a few seconds ago. And out of all the young vikings running back past him, his eyes caught out one.
Heather. And he wished that he could somehow come up to her. Not just because of her looks, as much as he'd hate to admit that, but because she had a similar story to his. She too, had to leave her previous home, and move to Berk. And Viggo knew nothing of it, except for that her village had been attacked by something or someone, but Heather refused to give up the information. And Viggo couldn't blame her. It looked as though she had gone through a lot, and he didn't want to probe.
"What do you think you're doing?" He was pulled back out of his thoughts and through the window as Gobber pulled him back into the blacksmith.
"Will you let me go out there? I need to make my mark."
"Oh, you've made plenty of marks; all in the wrong places."
"Please, I'll kill a dragon, I'll-"
"Ha!" Gobber interrupted. "The day you can kill a dragon, Ryker will have a run for his money." Viggo groaned. He hated hearing how wonderful his brother was. Nobody looked at Viggo the same way they looked at Ryker, one of the best dragon killers Berk has.
"Look," Gobber began again. "If you ever want to get out there, and kill dragons, you need to stop all... this."
"You just gestured to all of me." He replied dryly.
"Yes, exactly. Stop being all you."
"Oh."
"Oh."
"Why can't you allow me to try? Keeping all of this raw viking… ness contained, there will be many consequences!"
"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." One day I'll get out there, Viggo thought as he held the sword and sharpened it. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. Boneknappers are tough, taking down one of those would get me noticed. Razorwhips are nimble, fast, one of their heads would give me some glory. Deathgrippers. Exotic. Shoots burning acid and is also armed with venom. Monstrous Nightmares, another dangerous dragon that is one of the most feared in these parts. Only the best vikings dare go after them. And then there's the dragon no one has ever been able to kill. We call it the...
"Skrill! Get down!" A huge clap of lightning flashed across the sky, concentrating on a watchtower, destroying it in one strike. Viggo ran to the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the powerful dragon. This thing never steals food, never shows its face, and, he watched as another tower was struck. Never misses. He suddenly made a decision. No one's ever been able to take a Skrill down. Which is why I'm going to be the first viking to do it. He turned back to the blacksmith, almost running into his brother.
"Ah, always in the way, Viggo," Ryker said, grinning at him. Viggo ignored him, and Ryker turned to Gobber. "It's getting difficult out there, we need all the help we can get." Gobber nodded, switching out his hammer hand to an axe. But just before leaving, he turned to Viggo. "Stay put. Right there. You know what I mean." He and Ryker then ran out into battle, screaming.
A few seconds later, Viggo was running out behind them, wheeling an invention he had recently made, something to make throwing bolas at dragons easier. He ran past the vikings yelling at him to get back inside, and instead ran up to the cliff overlooking the final watchtower. As soon as he arrived, he pulled the machine apart, setting it up and turning it towards the tower. He watched the tower, scanning the sky, and hearing the distant sounds of the wild dragons' attack absentmindedly.
"Come on, give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at," he murmured as he watched the sky. He saw a flash fly across the sky, and the sound of wingbeats as he aimed and looked through the target. The tower was struck and a black shape whirled past, and Viggo released the bola and stumbled back at its force. He ran forwards and watched the shape plummet down to the forest section of Berk, roaring angrily. "I hit it? I hit it! Yes, I actually hit it!" He said excitedly.
"Did anyone see that?" He turned around and saw the Nightmare land in front of him, and his excitement evaporated and turned to sudden fear. "Apart from you."
*Chuckles nervously* So, this is something new. Look, one day I thought, "you know how Grimmel was Hiccup's opposite? Well, Viggo did a better job at it." (No offense to anyone who likes Grimmel.) So yeah, Httyd, but the villains (or the at least the ones I can remember) are the good guys; replacing Hiccup and the Riders. I'm continuing this regardless even if no one reads it, or likes it, or something. Yeah, that's it. Hope you enjoy!