I walk back home, well to Gobber's place thinking about that dragon. Why didn't it just kill me? I mean I'm a part of a dragon killing village and I'm pretty sure the dragon is intelligent enough to know that. What would a small Viking like me do out in the woods if I didn't belong here to the village? Would I have been lost? Probably. At this time of day, Vikings would get to the Great Hall for dinner. After all it is just afternoon. Sometimes I wish the night never ended so that I would be more invisible from the Vikings whenever I run into trouble. But I swear, most of the time I am not the cause of them. It's the dragons! What could I possibly do to get them stop hunting me through the village? Nothing. Unless...
"Gobber, I'm home," I said, opening the half burned door. On the roof is a big hole so I'm not surprised if he heard me. Shocked, I tried to hide myself from the sight in front of me. Someone I could wish was just gone on a hunting trip or something. "H-hey, dad. Uhm, what are you doing here?" I stuttered, approaching him by the fire pit in the center.
"I need to talk to you son," He said with a serious tone. Great, now I'm just more nervous. The Gods do really hate me.
"Uh, yes d-dad?" Come on, I can't even say dad without stuttering! He looked at me with a confused face, but shook it off, deciding to answer my question.
"I think it's time you learn how to fight dragons, you start with the other teens tomorrow morning. Don't disappoint me son. I'll be gone for the last search of finding the dragons before the ice sets in. Train hard and I'll be back, probably," He said, taking his helmet and the basket beside me, passing by. I didn't argue because it would end up with him winning anyway. I really don't want to fight dragons, but it won't surprise me if I'm kicked out already the first day of training.
"And I'll be here, maybe," I said, walking upstairs to get some tools for the house. Gobber always makes me work with my mistakes so I should help him rebuild his house. If it wasn't for him my dad would probably have shouted at me the minute I walked in. 'Don't disappoint me son,' How can he even call me 'son'? He's never with me, never cooks dinner to other than himself, and all he do is call me a little disappointment. What did I do to earn this life? Am I really the cause of my mother's death? I have to ask Gobber when he comes back from where ever he is.
I walk outside with a ladder and some planks for the house. The last thing I need is some of my tools, and they're at home. Fantastic... The planks and ladder leans against the house wall to keep balance as I'm off to get my tools. Unfortunately my house is on top of the village, to watch over the town as my dad used to tell me. And already, Vikings are getting back from their dinner. When I think of it, I haven't really eaten much, but with my dad starving me I've been unable to eat enough food to get some flesh on my bones. It's actually his fault that I got the reputation as the scrawny and weak Viking. Well I'm not often called Viking neither. But of course my father hasn't bothered to think of that.
A few steps away from my house I see the so called 'gang' approach me from the stone stairs that leads to the Great hall. Here we go again. Snotlout steps forward a bit closer than the others and takes a fist to my jaw. With a loud thud I hit the ground, but manage to move my gaze to his.
"What's wrong buddy? Got something in your eye?" He asked, laughing together with the twins. I looked over at Astrid and her friend Fishlegs and weird enough they looked sad.
"Just a fist from the ugliest person on Berk, nothing else," I snapped back at him, standing up and walk towards my house. Behind me, I could hear Snotlout growl and footsteps getting louder. Then something surprised me.
"Just leave him alone, Snotface." Astrid defended me, me. She defended me. He immediately stopped his movement and looked quite embarrassed that the love of his life called him that. Too bad for him that she's not his girlfriend, well yet. We are the only Viking teens on Berk so we will either end up married with each other or some of us getting married to a foreign Viking from another village. His reaction was unforgettable so I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked, turning red as a tomato. I decided not to answer him because I'm a terrible liar. Nothing would do much good. Instead I gave Astrid a smile, saying thank you and walked up to my house to get my tools and after the fight I will need to clean my bloody nose and lip.
I'm glad that Astrid did what she did, if not I would probably be seeing flying sheep's for the next few days. It's relaxing with sheep's jumping around on the ground, but a sheep flying? Like a little nightmare where the world is falling apart and it seems like the Gods above don't really know what to do with their never ending lives. Really not much of a comfortable dream I'd say.
I walk over to the staircase, leading up to my room where my tools are and also a bit of healing orbs and some cloth I use to clean my cuts from. I found out a while ago that if they're going to keep bullying me and hit me, I mat at least have some medical supplies. The cloth is a faint color of brown, but not dirty. Some of them are a little dry blood on from the previous cuts. I'm not the kind of Viking to waste supplies for no reason. I walk downstairs with the tools in a box and the cloth to get some water on it, but then there was a knock on my door. Probably just Gobber coming to find me or something.
"I'll be there in a second Gobber!" I yelled out, making the cloth wet. Not caring for it to dry a bit, I just went to the door with the cloth on my lip and opened the door. "A-Astrid? H-Hey Astrid, Hi Astrid," Damn it, why can't I just talk to her as if she's Snotlout. Ok, getting that thought out of my head again. Blergh.
"I just wanted to say sorry for what Snotlout did to you. He's just trying to prove himself to be a tough Viking. Which he's not," She said, laughing at the thought of Snotlout trying to be tough. I agree, it's really not that great of a sight. Wait, is she blushing? She is! Wow, somehow I made her blush! Unless, she's thinking of Snotlout again. Hopefully, she's not. Oh man, there's an awkward silence, and we're staring at each other's eyes. But her eyes, they're so beautiful. Ocean blue eyes and small freckles around her face, half of her hair covering her left eye, and that beautiful blonde hair shining in the sunlight. When I think about it, I don't think I've ever been so close to her before.
"Uhm, so I'll see you around then, thanks for the apology, even if Snotlout should be the one telling me, but thank you," I said, breaking the awkward silence. She snapped out of her thoughts which I hope one day she will share. I have a feeling that they're positive for once.
"Y-yeah, I-I should go," She said, griping her axe that she left outside and headed towards the woods. It's where she usually go train. Her parents say that the rest is for the weak. I've heard it from the other teens too, all except for Fishlegs. Something tells me he hasn't heard it before. Astrid is also known to be the best axe thrower in the village. Every day she spends an hour to release her anger on the poor trees in the woods by swinging her axe at them from the distance. Not that I have been watching her… Psk… who would do that? Ok maybe I did for an hour or so. Enough about that. I closed the door and went on to do my business. Not noticing I had stopped cleaning my wound. Hopefully I don't have a broken nose; I'll just ask Gobber later. Maybe now that my dad is gone I can ask him for advice. It's less risky to talk now than when my father is here, but something tells me I want him to hear what I'm going to discuss with Gobber. That way he could know what I'm feeling without me having to face him and say it to that stubborn face of his.
The wet cloth hit my lip, stinging a little, but soon the bleeding stopped and I did the same to my nose while grabbing my tools and walking back to Gobber's. Weird, there's not a single Viking in town, repairing the houses. Hmm… maybe they went with my dad. He always needs back up, haah. Great Stoick the Vast needs backup, and he calls himself the great chief. I should probably give them a hand with repairing the houses. The most of them are damaged by the wild dragons and some places and food is burned after the Monstrous Nightmare that followed me. After all I don't have anything else to do for the rest of the day. First off, Gobber's place.