A/N Wow, I have so many ideas it's hard to keep track! I went on a five mile hike today and fully intended to finish this chapter this afternoon, but ended up falling sleep for three hours and woke up cursing myself, because, you know, you fall asleep in the daytime for more than 20 minutes and you turn into a zombie with a headache. But anyway I had three free hours this evening so here it is!

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AngelWingsRocks: Yes, a master of sass! I'm sure you know who I mean. ;) And just FYI I mean sass like backtalk and sarcasm, not sass like physically attractive. Though I'm not saying he isn't. And I'm glad too, it took me forever to get it up.

Lauralkelly99: I am too!

Chapter Three

After I announced we were going to meet a master of sass Percy said something like, "um..okay." And I turned back to the prow. "He's a really nice guy." I said. "He's kind of the 'let's bully him!' kid where we're going, though, so be nice to him."

"What's his name?" Annabeth asked.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third," I said.

"So...like the person who wrote that book in the library?" Annabeth asked.

"No," I said. "That book was by Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the second. The Hiccup we're meeting knows nothing of this, though, so don't mention it to him. Or anyone else, for that matter. They are completely ignorant of their history."

"Really?" Annabeth sounded shocked. "Why?"

"Well, they're more involved in training the next generation of warriors than in learning their own history." I said. "Kinda dumb, if you ask me. Because they don't know their history, many horrible things are going to happen to them. But I want to change the horrible things. I want to teach them their history. Who knows, I might only delay the inevitable, because Destiny has a hand in this, but I don't want them to hurt the way I know they will."

Percy and Annabeth were silent. I didn't look around at them, firstly, because I was tired, and secondly, because they were probably doing their "communicating with their eyes" thing.

"So," I said. "Want to know about the village?"

"Sure," came Percy's voice.

I grinned into the dark. "Okay, first off, the Chief. His name is Stoick the Vast. He's stubborn, large, and wise. Unusual for a Viking, that. Then there's Gobber the Belch."

Percy snorted, but I ignored him.

"Gobber is the blacksmith. Hiccup was his apprentice for years. Gobber never married, and lives by himself. He's Stoick's best friend. Stoick's wife Valka is missing, presumed eaten, so don't mention her at all."

"Eaten?"

"Yeah. Don't interrupt. There are the Thorston twins, who are troublemakers, have a penchant for pranks, do not display any intelligence at all, and yet sometimes disturb people with their startlingly wise plots. They're Ruffnut, the girl, and Tuffnut, the guy. Then there's Snotlout. He's technically a male Clarisse, except he will flirt with any girl. He's gonna try to flirt with you for sure, Annabeth."

Annabeth made an angry noise, but I ignored her.

"Fishlegs is the brainiac. Don't tell him I said this, but he's really...um..fat. They all ride dragons. The twins ride a two-headed one they've named Barf and Belch, Snotlout rides one named Hookfang, Fishlegs rides one named Meatlug. And then there's Astrid and Hiccup. Astrid is the warrior of the group. She's super hardcore and is really violent, but she's really nice. She rides a dragon named Stormfly. Hiccup is the runt of the village, but he's brought an end to a three-hundred year war with the dragons and rides the one that was presumed to be the most dangerous and is most likely the last of his kind. Toothless, the Night Fury, named Toothless for his retractable teeth."

"Okay..."

I saw the island's outline ion the distance. "We're getting close."

The sun broke across the horizon as we sailed to an island where I could hear Terrible Terrors singing on the rooftops to the morning sun.

A/N Sorry, short chapter, only wanted to get basics of Vikings down with P and A. Please review!