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As children attain manhood, infants complete their childhood. Many young children on Berk attained the honour of killing their first dragon in front of the whole village and became true Vikings, while others began their difficult journey of becoming the Vikings their parents wished to see. And Astrid Hofferson was bent on proving it to her village that being a girl didn't mean that she couldn't kill a dragon.
Astrid set upon her earnest desire to be a Shield Maiden, one of the protectors of Berk, against the wishes of many people, especially Mildew, the grumpy old man, one of the most traditional Viking on berk. "The girl should be wed into a good house, made a mother to take care of children. This isn't the right method at all. She will suffer miserably." Mildew always stated.
But Astrid had her own reasons. None of her age-group children, she felt, were worthy of her. The Thorsten twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut were a nuisance- nobody would know where they'd go and if any unfortunate one asks, they are the victim to some horror plan the twins would've made. Fishlegs, well, was the best, Astrid thought. He was full of knowledge, always first in theory class. Astrid always came second to him. Fishlegs wasn't the irritating type but when he began his well memorised lessons, nobody liked him. Their attitude was always like 'Why do we read the stuff the book tells you when you need to kill the stuff written about in the books.' And Astrid gladly believed it. Sometimes she did wonder about the would-be-heir of berk who was carried away by a dragon nearly fifteen years ago. She heard the story nearly a thousand times in her whole life- a mysterious dragon never seen before, carried both the mother and son and that they hadn't been seen ever since, although very few, like the chief, believed that they survived. Everyone knew that the dragons always and always went for the kill. There would be no chance that they survived.
As she sat sharpening her family battle axe on the cliff overlooking the sea, a voice she despised more than her inability and restraint to kill dragons rang out, "hey, babe. Don't damage your hands. That axe doesn't look good on you, put it down."
Astrid immediately turned around and gave a hard look to Snotlout, Chief Stoick's nephew and the now-heir to Berk. Snotlout's hair was oily and looked as though it was cut against his will. At only 5'2" he was the shortest, but that didn't stop him from reducing his self-centeredness. The Viking was grinning at her coyly, his Watery blue eyes searching for a sign of defeat from the proud shield-maiden-to-be, as Astrid, in retaliation strode away.
"Hey, don't go. I wasn't done talking." He replied to Astrid's act and began following her. When she stopped after walking for a short distance, her axe swinging in her hand dangerously like playing with a butter knife aiming at someone's eye, Snotlout sauntered gently and tried to put his hands around her. "Babe, we got to get this straight, you know. You and me-"
At that moment Astrid lashed out with her hand right into Snotlout's left side, left vulnerable when he tried to put his hands around her. Snotlout grunted and held his side carefully, as he slowly crumpled. By now he was groaning.
"That was for stalking me."She replied as she swung her axe's hilt. "And this," She grunted in effort. "Is for everything else." She said as she brought the hilt of her axe down onto Snotlout, right into his gut. Snotlout cried out, now clutching his insides, yelling mad curses at Astrid, who made her way through the grass, swinging her axe, as her favourite pastime was. She heard the gong for the night. Astrid to prepare for the night, the dragons weren't going to wait for her, she thought. She had to kill a dragon and prove it to the village when they attacked that night. She felt sorry for leaving Snotlout that way, but that fool deserved it, deserved it for stalking her, she remembered. That made her brutal and heartless, she realised but let it go, and that's what we're.
Hiccup just loved soaring on the back of his Nightfury, the offspring of lightening and death itself, as his mother called it. We are dragon trainers, hiccup .Valka told in his first flying lesson. We don't kill dragons. We save them. They are like us. Things do scare them and things do scare us. But, when we're together nothing can scare us. We learn to live this way. Valka was waiting for Hiccup to get his own dragon, so that both mother and son could work better, together. Sometimes she wondered when Hiccup would get his soul-partner, like a friend she found in her Cloudjumper. Valka knew that when it took nearly a year to grow close to Cloudjumper, Hiccup might take at least a few years. But she was in for a shock when she realised that her Son's ride was none other than the Nightfury.
Valka rarely allowed her ten year old son to fly on the dragons because she believed that Hiccup wasn't ready for it. But not all of it was true. Hiccup wasn't scared of dragons and also slept with them on his hammock that, standing about six feet of the ground, made Hiccup feel he was soaring on the sky. But on a bright midday, something unusual happened that led him to discover a lot new things he never observed.
"Mom!" He came yelling into the cavern, calling out a bazillion times. Valka lowered herself as she smiled at Hiccup.
"What is it Hiccup? I am right here." She said as she leant over and caressed his auburn hair lightly.
"Mom, a new dragon," Hiccup said, breathless from all that yelling. "I haven't seen a new dragon like that in my life." Hiccup was excited; Valka smiled at him. There were many dragons that amused him. When he first seen his terrible terror, Hiccup's Joy known no bounds. He began to take care of it earnestly.
"What is it? A new dragon?" Valka asked, amused by his restlessness. Hiccup rarely got so excited, she began wondering.
"I don't know." Hiccup replied. "The dragon watch brought it in here. It was in great pain. I didn't know what to do, and I thought of you and, maybe," Hiccup began once again. Valka smiled; she was really amused by Hiccup. "I fed some fish to it and it is resting now. I thought maybe I should let you know." Although there was no need for letting Valka know, being aware of medicinal and poisonous herbs and all, she was surprised. And when she saw the Dragon she understood why.
In front of her lay a small dragon, a black leathery and scale coat with Sharp pearl green eyes staring at her, completely slit, devoid of love or harmony, evaporating the insides of Valka. Hiccup looked at his mother in anticipation of her next move. An old saying came to Valka's mind-'The unholy offspring of Lightening and death itself'; She shuddered in the memory of the cold thought that sent chills down her spine. Her gaze immediately went to the left side of the now half dead dragon. The skin was torn blood gushing out like from a spout and the tail wing was battered. The dragon groaned and Valka immediately set to work as she settled herself down beside the battered tail of the dragon. "Hiccup, keep encouraging the dragon. I need you to distract it while I take a look at his wing."
"Will he be alright?" Hiccup's small, unsure voice came, startling Valka. Hiccup never a doubt regarding anything related to a dragon. But still, he sat down at the head of the dragon, murmuring smoothly into the dragon's ears. When Valka did a detailed scan of the Dragon's situation, she found out that the wing was a goner and due to the loss of blood, there might be a little chance of saving it. Not wanting to destroy her son's hopes, she set to work, first cleaning the wound and soothing the troubled Nightfury. But she knew what caused it; she seen dragon injuries like that in dragon training years ago. Dragon Hunters like those on berk done it.
Hiccup loved the way how his mother was cool in every situation, irrespective of it being a hopeless case or not. She delicately cleaned the tail and the legs of the dragon. Hiccup was quite matured for his age and known, first glance that the dragon wouldn't survive. But he persisted, talking about his life and love for dragons to the Nightfury, who calmly heard everything. It was when he spoke about losing his dad to a dragon did the dragon calm down, reducing the pressure the Viking lady was facing. Hiccup was astonished that all his training was fruitful; he was able to understand the dragon's gestures and growls. When he offered the fish to the dragon and the dragon opened its mouth, Hiccup noticed that it didn't have any teeth. "Huh, Toothless. I swear you could've -" In a flash the teeth appeared and the dragon wrenched the fish from the boy's hands. Stunned, Hiccup managed to complete his sentence. "Teeth."
"I don't remember my Dad. He died when I was young, in a dragon fight." The sad tone made the dragon look up at Hiccup. He growled in an understanding tone.
"Yeah, me too. I lost my dad in a dragon attack. He carried a Viking away and the Viking killed him and died a few days later. Then my mom too died leaving me all alone. A dragon attack again. You are the first humans who didn't kill me." Hiccup smiled as he patted the dragon.
"Yes, there are many who do that. But we know you guys. You are not all that bad. We respect you," After a pause he added while grinning. "Toothless." The dragon growled in approval.
Valka managed to clear the mess. She paused for a while as she rubbed her hand over her forehead. It was clear- To save the dragon; he to lose his tail fin. It was a do or die situation; it was either the dragon's life or Dragon itself. While Valka couldn't manage to kill the dragon, she couldn't even separate the tail, causing pain and costing the dragon its ability to fly. She first let the dragon rest for sometime before trying out the procedure after she decided to save the dragon but sacrifice the tail. Telling Hiccup to let the dragon rest, she told him in confidence what she decided to do.
Hiccup was stunned and shock as though a death ray just passed through him. "No, you can't do that! He just can't lose his tail, not at least just like that. Something else can be done." Against her wishes Valka consoled Hiccup knowing how his mind runs.
"Hiccup," She caressed him lovingly. "Not everything can be saved. Sometimes for the better, we must give away. That is the way of life." She gestured to her surroundings. "All these dragons, they have lost something or the other. Some lost their parents, while some lost their children and -" She choked, remembering Stoick, how he would have loved Hiccup, devastated at the lost of his family. "Some, their family. It is the universal law of balance. Not everyone can enjoy happiness forever. Today you feel sad for the dragon. Tomorrow you may feel happy that the dragon survived. This is what it is to feel pain and love at the same time." She gave a sad smile to Hiccup as he grasped the message, but Valka could see that that wasn't enough. He wasn't satisfied. He is never satisfied, Valka mused as she went out on Cloudjumper to search for herbs that would anaesthetise the dragon.
Hiccup made his way back slowly to the dragon, shoulders slumped, giving out loud hopeless sighs. The dragon's ears perked up on hearing his footsteps. The Nightfury managed to sit up without stressing his side. "Hey, bud. Listen I- I don't know how- how to tell you that to save you," Hiccup inhaled and exhaled again. "We have to cut your tailfin." The sentence hung between them like a gloomy cloud. Not wanting to meet the Nightfury's gaze, Hiccup turned his back onto the Dragon. Toothless, the Nightfury roared loud, causing Hiccup to shut out the din. Hiccup spun around, anger blazing in his face, ready to burn the dragon down if he didn't stop the loud roar. Hiccup heard many roars; he was able to differentiate between different roars very well. But the look he saw in the dragon's fierce pearl green eyes was that of love and determination that clearly said, I'll do anything for you. Just stop blaming yourself for my fate.
Emotional, Hiccup went and embraced the dragon tightly." I am so sorry. I know this was my fault. If only I healed you before my mother came, maybe it would've been possible to -"Hiccup began crying, the tears rolling onto the dragon's scales, rougher than anything he saw or felt. Toothless nudged him again, that is fine for me. I haven't lost my tail yet. Do you think anything can be done? Toothless nudged his tail a bit, wincing in pain. But hiccup knew that nothing could be done. The original was gone. Nothing could be done...
The original was gone... something began turning the wires and gears in Hiccup's head. He was the master of the forges 'because he made weapons for his mother in the forge. And the Toothless' Tail 1.0 was gone. Before he knew it, Hiccup a plan. And Toothless knew it from the grin that began spreading on his face, that there were no side effects for this idea.
"Alright, we have got work to do, Tooth." He clapped his hands. Toothless looked at Hiccup eagerly. That determined look always meant something to come up, something of a good worth. And Hiccup was going to prove it.
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