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"You've done it! You've done it, Hiccup! You get to kill the dragon!"
"Ha, ha! That's my boy!" Stoick, a chief of one of the fiefs on Berk and also Hiccup's father, yelled at Hiccup through the chains of the killing ring.
Hiccup gave a sarcastic smile, faking happiness. "Heh,heh. Oh yeah! Yes! I can't wait. I am so… leaving."
Hiccup walked into a cove with soft, lush green grass with a small pond in the middle of it. "We're leaving! Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation, forever." A small, black dragon known as the Night Fury crawled out of a cavern at the edge of the cove and bounded over Hiccup. "Hey bud, how are you?" Toothless warbled a little and nudged Hiccup a little with his nose as if to say, "I'm fine, but you, not so much."
"You know about the great things in dragon training that I've been doing? Well that has led me to the terrible fate of killing a dragon." Toothless backed up and hissed. Hiccup reached out his hand to Toothless' nose to calm him down. "I know bud, bad idea. That's why we need to leave. I cannot keep lying to my father, they have laws against that." Hiccup exhaled heavily, and sat on the ground beside Toothless.
"So what do you think? Do you want to go?" Toothless licked Hiccup's face excitedly, leaving a trail of sticky slime all over Hiccup's face. Wiping the sticky gooey gunk off his face Hiccup said with a smirk, "I guess that's a yes."
Toothless waited impatiently as Hiccup strapped on his supply packs and extra gear. Whispering all the final details to himself, Hiccup mounted the dragon and secured his feet in the holsters. The duo sailed straight into the sky, into the fresh dusk that had settled into the sky. Hiccup gave one last sad look at the place that he had called home for so long and whispered a small good-bye. "I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough for you…. especially you Astrid. I can't kill a dragon."
000
So many years passed by with no hide nor tail of Hiccup. Many Vikings celebrated in his disappearance, while only a few mourned the boy who seemed like no Viking at all. All presumed him dead. Either eaten by a dragon, or…..eaten by a dragon. Hiccup's father became harsh and cold at his son's disappearance and became more focused on his work because of it, but soon everything returned to as it should be. At least until more bad luck hit the Vikings of Berk.
King Asher was off on an expedition, expecting to find the Dragon's nest and drive them out, but instead he and the rest of his crew vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving Berk without a leader. More bad luck traveled to Berk with the news of their King's presumed death; a deathly plague ran through the village killing many a Viking. This is when everyone hopes for a miracle; just a small one was fine with the residents of Berk.
Hi everyone, sorry this is so short, but it needed to be here and I felt it would be weird to tack it onto another chapter, so consider this a 4.5 chapter. I want to thank everyone who is reading this story. Also thanks to the guests who have reviewed. I never expected more than 2 people reading this story, so thank you. Well, I've blabbered on too long, so TTFN!