A/N: Sorry for the wait.
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Hiccup POV:
When I reach the house about an hour later, after running as far away from the girl as I can. I open the door and see dad sitting next to the fireplace poking at the flames. I freeze in place. I was hoping he wouldn't be home. I race up the stairs almost there two more steps- "Hiccup." Dad calls. I cringe.
I stop mid step and back up,"Dad," I say. I go down a few stairs, "I-I have to talk to you dad."
He turns around,"I need to speak with you to, son." He says clasping his hands together.
"I don't want to - I think it time- Fight dragons." We say at the same time.
"What?" We ask in sync again.
"You go first." He says.
Curiosity getting the better of me I go down the stairs. "No, you go first." I tell him.
"Alright, You get your wish. Dragon training you start in the morning." He says and my eyes widen as my thoughts stop. No, no, no, no! I refuse to kill dragons!
"Oh, man I should have gone first." I say. "Because, I was thinking, we have a surplus of dragon fighting Vikings but do you we have enough-" I pause um, um, um, "Bread making Vikings, or small home repair-" He tosses an axe in my arms and I nearly fall backwards from the weight.
"You'll need that." He says.
I stare at the tall red head in disbelief, "I don't want to fight dragons." I tell him, he laughs.
"Come on, yes you do." He says.
"Rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons." I say he turns around serious again.
"It's time Hiccup." He says.
"Can you not hear me?" I ask, can anyone! There seems to be no one who listens! He turns towering over me.
"When you carry this ax," he says and easily lifts it from my arms, "You carry all of us with you." He says, and places it back in my arms,"Which means you act like us, you talk like us, and you think like us." He then looks at me. "No more of all...this." He says gesturing to all of me and my shoulders slump and I drop the axe a little in annoyance.
"You just gestured to all of me." I say annoyance ringing off my words. Not like it is anything new, its been going on for years. Apparently all of me is a bad thing.
His gaze hardens, green eyes becoming cold, "Deal?" He asks.
"This conversation is feeling very one sided." I inform him, slightly annoyed. This was nothing new either, would it kill him to listen?
"Deal?" He asks her voice rising, eyes narrowing.
I sigh,"Deal."
"Good," he says and walks forward picking up a sack and tossing it over her shoulder. I sigh he was most likely going after the dragons nest, again. It was nearing winter and this would most likely be the last expedition for the season. He walks toward the door, "Good, train hard." He says and puts his helmet on, "I'll be back. Probably." He says and slams the door.
"And I'll be here. Maybe."
...
Later that day, in the forge I assist Gobber in making new weapons to replace the ones destroyed last night. I grab the heated iron from the hot coals with a pair of pliers and move the canister over to the mold pouring the liquid inside before putting the pliers and the canister down into a bucket of water.
Gobber picks up the mold and walks over to a anvil to start breaking the mold apart.
"Don't take it to heart kid." Gobber says. I angrily put away tools left out, don't take it to heart!? This is tension built up for years! Has he even been at our house on a normal night? "It's his job to be tough on everyone-" Gobber starts.
"I'm not everyone!" I snap and let out a long breath lowering the hammer before I toss it at something, "But it doesn't matter." I say quietly and grab a pair of pliers from off the wall and throw them to Gobber who catches them. "The guy's impossible to please." I add.
"He just doesn't want to appear to be playing favorites." Gobber assures lifting the blade from the mold. I feel the urge to laugh hysterically.
"He's covered in that department. Believe me." I say and rush over the anvil blowing of scraps of metal before Gobber slams the blade down onto it, "If I didn't live in the same house as him, I wouldn't know he's my father." I say and Gobber lifts up his hand and I rush over to the attachable prosthetics grabbing the hammer.
"Have you told him that?" Gobber asks.
"Of course not." I say and attach the hammer to his arm picking up the pliers and walking over the blade. "We barely even make eye-contact, even that is rare." I say and spin the blade as Gobber whacks it with his hammer. "Seriously! I swear he's trying to pretend I'm not related to him." I say and Gobber shakes his head laughing.
"Listen, there's the Viking way and then there your way and your way makes grown men... uncomfortable." Gobber says and I look up at him raising an eyebrow.
"Speaking of uncomfortable, I'd like a new conversation please." I say dryly.
"Alright." Gobber agrees, "How's it going with the lady?" Gobber asks. Really? Now? Really?
"Way to get the mood back on track." I say sarcastically and Gobber laughs.
"Ah come on! I've seen the way you look at Astrid." Gobber says.
"Please, Astrid wouldn't come near me if she was on fire and I had the only bucket of water in town." I say and Gobber looks like he might start laughing again but a shout stops him.
"Hey!" Astrid says and standing in the door way, axe swung over her shoulder, "Can I get this sharpened?" Astrid asks and my eyes widen.
"Astrid! Hi, Astrid hey!" I say and her eyes narrow and she throws the axe onto a barrel and I jump. Gobber grins at me evilly before he shoves me forward.
"My uh, manly, apprentice here will service all of your needs." Gobber says and I look back at him. What is he doing, Gobber is not a match-maker. He cannot leave me here with her! "I have to go get….some….I'm just going outside." Gobber says backing out of the forge as I glare at him. Thank you so much.
Astrid rips her axe from the barrel and hands it to me easily and I nearly tumble over with the weight. The axe slams into the ground with a thud and I look up at reh.
"Okay, razor sharp battle axe coming right up." I say lifting the axe and walking over to the grinder wheel.
"Watch out, if you trip right it can cut you in half." Astrid comments as I give up carrying it and drag it across the ground. Astrid walks forward to the swords.
"So I saw you guys in fire patrol last night. Looked like a good time." I say and she finger the edge of a blade and looks back at me blond banges covering her left eye.
"Yeah, I didn't get burned though." Astrid says disappointed. I look up at her in shock, right, right. I know I only feel accomplished doingsomething if I lose a limb in the process I spin the grinder wheel and look back at her.
"Um, yeah, unfortunate." I agree. She smirks and leans on an anvil looking at me.
"I saw you with your little...whars it called again?" She asks.
"Mangler." I state. She nods.
"Yeah that. So did you hit anything?" She asks. My mind flashes back to the scale girl. I remove the axe from the grinder wheel.
"No."
"That's annoying, that thing was really cool. Did you hear? They're making the champion of Dragon Training fight the Night Fury." Astrid says. My eyes widen, wow they must want no more teenagers. Was Mildew put in charge of that?
"Was Mildew in charge of that decision?" I ask. Astrid snickers.
"No." She says.
"Hey Astrid!" Snotlout calls and both me and her whip our heads around to see the other teens standing in the doorway. "You coming or what?" Snotlout asks and I hand her the axe and she takes it from me, spinning it. Astrid races forward as though I don't exist anymore.
"Thanks!" She calls almost offhandly as she and the others walk forward.
"I'm hoping for some serious scars." Snotlout says.
"I know right? Like a long jagged one across your cheek." Astrid says and they all laugh walking off like I was never there. I hope they have fun, doing whatever they're doing.
"You're welcome." I mutter.
...
The gate is thrown open with a squeak and Gobber looks back at us a wild grin on his face, "Welcome to Dragon Training." He says stepping to the side and the other teens in front of me walk forward. Barely half and hour has passed sense I sharped Astrid's axe and Gobber practically had to drag me here.
Astrid takes in a deep breath, "No turning back." She says and the other teens walk forward spinning around several times looking around at the Arena.
"I'm hoping to get some serious burns." Tuffnut says grinning and spins his spear in his hands and Ruffnut smirks.
"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back." Ruffnut says.
"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it." Astrid agrees. I roll my eyes walking forward the heavy axe dragging my arms down.
"Yeah no kidding right? Pain: Love it." I say sarcastically and all heads whip around looking at me faces clearly shocked I'm here. Tuffnut recovers quickly and groans.
"Oh great, who let him in?" Tuffnut demands and Gobber walks forward, and I glare at Tuffnut and Ruffnut groans.
"Let's get started. The recruit who does best will get the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village." Gobber says and twists his prosthetic in a killing motion. My eyes widen slightly and I look up at Gobber, it was a good thing I'm not going to win, I cannot kill my own kind. Either of them, or whatever I am.
"Um, Hiccup already killed a Night Fury so does that disqualify him or….?" Snotlout asks trailing off before the twins burst out laughing and I snap my jaw shut in frustration.
"That's not funny guys." Astrid says and Snotlout rolls his eyes.
"Um, it is." He says. Gobber swings an arm around my shoulders supportively and I flinch.
"Don't worry, your small and weak." Gobber assures and starts to lead me forward to where the other teens are in a line, "They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead." Gobber assures and pushes me the final distance to the teens and Fishlegs scoots to the side a little and I scowl, what I would give to be accepted! I look forward as Gobber stands in front of the door and looks at us.
"Behind these doors are a few of the many species you will learn to fight." Gobber says starting to give a speech. It won't end like one though, Gobber prefers bashing people on the head and asking questions later. Fishlegs' head perks up and his face breaks out in a happy wide smile. "The Deadly Nadder." Gobber starts listing and Fishlegs starts to spit out information.
"Speed eight, armor sixteen."
Gobber ignores the boy and continues, "The Hideous Zippleback," But Fishlegs is on a roll.
"Plus eleven stealth times two-"
"-The Monstrous Nightmare-"
"Fire power fifteen-"
"-The Terrible Terror-"
"Attack eight, venom twelve!" He shouts eyes wide with excitement, "Will you stop that!" Gobber yells before gripping the handle to the door, "And the Gronkle." He finishes, Fishlegs leans over to me and whispers, "Jaw strength eight."
I shoot him a bewildered look, and look forward gripping my axe tighter. Gobber is never one for making sure you know what you're doing before he throws you into something. I want to be at least a little bit prepared.
"Whoa, whoa, wait! Aren't you going to teach us first?" Snotlout demands his eyes wide and Gobber smirks.
"I believe on learning on the job." He says and I, completely used to this teaching method mouth the words to myself as Gobber slams the handle down. The Gronckle bursts out of the cage in full fury and we scatter.
"Today is about survival. If you get blasted you're dead." Gobber says and we all tense in running positions and Gobber looking cheery stops his smile and looks at us, "Quick! What's the first thing you're going to need?" He asks.
"A doctor?" I shout, my heart picking up speed.
"Plus five speed?" Fishlegs guesses.
"A shield." Astrid shouts and Gobber nods.
"Shields! GO!" He shouts and I race forward having no preference grab the first shield my fingers touch. The twins however don't have the same opinion as me. They both grab on end of a shield and I lift up my heavy shield watching them slightly.
"Get your hands of my shield." Ruffnut commands.
"There's like a million shields." Tuffnut responds, "Take that one, it has flowers on it. Girls like flowers." Tuffnut says and Ruffnut rips the shield from his grasp and slams it down on his head.
"Oops. Now this one has blood on it." Ruffnut says and the Gronckle flies forward and blasts the shield apart.
"Ruffnut, Tuffnut out!" Gobber calls and I race forward as the Gronckle races forward to me. The shield slips from my grasp and I stop, trying to pick it up again. Oh you have got to be kidding me! I was holding it perfectly a few seconds ago.
Gobber walks forward and picks up the shield shoving it into my hands and pushing me back, "If there's a choice between the sword or the shield, take the shield." Gobber says and I mentally memorize that for later and race forward.
"Those shields are good for another thing: Noise. Make lots of it, to throw off a dragon's aim." Gobber commands and I, Astrid, Fishlegs, and Snotlout start to whack our weapons against the shield and the Gronckle's eyes glaze over.
"Every dragon has a limited number of shots, how many does a Gronckle have?" Gobber asks and Snotlout lifts up his sword.
"Five?" He asks and Fishlegs shakes his head.
"No six!" He corrects and the Gronckle fires at his shield and Fishlegs shouts something intransalbilte before screaming and rushing out of the arena joining the twins. Snotlout dives next to Astrid and looks at her.
"So I just moved into my parents basement, you should come by some time to workout, you look like you workout!" Snotlout says and Astrid dives to the side as the Gronckle fires at Snotlout blasting his shield apart.
I duck as the shield splinter's fly over my head.
I run forward and look to the side surprised to see Astrid next to me she grips her axe tighter and I look at her and lift up my axe and hear the Gronckle behind us. Astrid scans in front her looking for the Gronckle and I hear the wing beats and then the sparking of the gas and dive forward with speed unnatural and shove Astrid to the ground and the blast goes over our heads.
Astrid looks up at me clearly furious and missed the blast and I roll off of her and jump to my feet shield and axe a few feet away. Astrid stands glaring at me. The Gronckle dives forward and Astrid ducks and the Gronckle flies over her heading at me.
Oh terrific.
I break into a run across the arena and hear the Gronckle flying after me. I pick up the pace and trip falling flat on my face.
I roll over and see the Gronckle over me and gasp backing up and my back slams into the wall behind me and I cringe from the pain and the Gronckle opens its mouth ready to blast me out existence. I take in a few panicked breaths. Would it hurt? The spark lights and Gobber pulls up the head at the last second and I cover my head with my hands and the blast fires over my head missing it by maybe a hair.
"Go back to bed you overgrown sausage!" Gobber commands and swings the Gronckle around before throwing it into the cage and the Gronckle whacks against the cage several times, "You'll get another chance, don't you worry." Gobber assures and pulls up the lever and I stand shakily and Gobber turns to us. I almost died.
"Remember: A dragon will always, always go for the kill." Gobber says turning to me at the last part and I take in another breath before I turn and look at the blast that the Gronckle head made that was still smoking. I stare at it and lower my eyebrows in confusion.
What about the girl dragon-thing?
A/N: :) Please review!
