I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE BUT MY MUM WAS IN HOSPITAL FOR SURGERY, NOTHING FATAL THANKFULLY SHE JUST HAD TO GET HER APENDIX OUT SO IT'S ALL GOOD! THIS IS ONLY A SHORT CHAPTER SO I'LL PROBABLY BE UPDATING WITHIN THE NEXT FEW DAYS GIVE OR TAKE SO BE ALERT! OKAY ENJOY… TLOG
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"Normal speaking"
'Dragon Speaking'
Everything in the movie
Hiccup walked slowly up the hill to his house, Gobber shadowing his footsteps several paces behind. "I really did hit one," he said, twisting his body to look back at Gobber, "Sure, Hiccup," Gobber humoured him, pushing him along with his prosthetic. "He never listens," the smaller viking complained, continuing his climb, "It runs in the family," Gobber snarked, expecting a rebuttal but none came as Hiccup continued to complain, letting out all his bad feelings about his newest humiliation at the hands of his father. "And when he does, it's with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." Hiccup stopped as he arrived at the door to his house and turned back to face Gobber.
Stoick stared at Hiccup in remorse, not knowing that was how his son had felt about him. He loved his son he really did but he couldn't bear to show it then have him taken away so suddenly like his Val, Hiccup used to be so weak, so un-viking like that he couldn't see his son surviving the dragon attacks for long, he would eventually pass on and Stoick couldn't risk his heart once again.
"Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring," Hiccup said, imitating Stoick's voice and mannerism's, "I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fishbone," Hiccup glanced down sadly, Gobber attempting to comfort him. "Now, now you're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like it's what's inside that he can't stand." Hiccup was shown looking at Gobber in disbelief, his mouth slightly open. "Thank you for summing that up," he said sarcastically, turning to leave and enter the door only to be stopped by Gobber talking once more.
"You really are the worst pep talk person in the entire world, you know that right," Hiccup drawled, flinging his legs over the seat and tilting his head back so that he could see an upside down Gobber. He smiled sheepishly at Hiccup, only just realising how his words could have been taken if the person they were directed at didn't understand the meaning. "Sorry lad, I guess I don't really think before I open my mouth," Gobber apologised and Hiccup nodded his head, knowing that the blacksmith truly meant his apology.
"Look the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not," Gobber pressed on more gently, Hiccup turned to his with sad eyes, "I just want to be one of you guys," his voice broke on the final note as he pushed the door open with a loud creak, walking into the dark interior. Gobber sighed and turned to leave, the view changing to show Hiccup stumbling out the back door, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one saw him before dashing into the woods.
"Really Gobber, when I said for you to take him home, I meant for you to keep him there," Stoick groaned exasperated, shoving his face into the palm of his hand and shaking his head, Gobber grinned and winked at Hiccup, knowing that even if he had stayed the young teen would have found a way to sneak out anyway. The screen showed a large gold dragon impaled on a large sword and the dragons in the room growled, knowing that it wasn't one of their brethren but still not appreciating what the gesture implied.
"Either we finish them or they'll finish us!" Stoick's voice boomed through the hall, all the surrounding Vikings nodding in agreement. "It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave, they'll find another home," Stoick stabbed a dagger into the table where they had found the dragons most frequented when not raiding. "One more search, before the ice sets in," he said, staring up at the Vikings who squirmed uncomfortably. "Those ships never come back," a viking at the front of the group called, directly across from Stoick as the Vikings around them nodded at each other.
"We're Vikings it's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?!" he asked, staring about as the Vikings shifted. "Count me out." "Todays no good for me." "I have to do my axe returns." different excuses were offered up, each as cowardly as the last. "All right. Those who stay will look after Hiccup," Stoick threatened and the entire hall burst into calls of "I'm with you" and "To the ships." Stoick stared about happily, his hands on his hips, "That's more like it."
Hiccup stared at the screen in stony silence, he knew his father wasn't proud of him, that the village didn't care about him but for him to be so repulsive to him that they would rather go to their deaths was like a kick in the guts. Stoick gnawed worriedly on his lip, trying to catch Hiccups eyes, he wasn't proud of what he had done but at the time his biggest priority had been stopping the dragons, now he knew he probably shouldn't have done that. Toothless growled low in his throat, at a frequency that was too low for human ears but Hiccup having spent weeks around dragons had improved his hearing and he glanced at Toothless worriedly as the black dragon glared at the screen, his pupils slitted.
"He used you as a threat Hiccup, we must show him you can be one," he growled and Hiccup flicked his fingers in a special code they had made up for when they had to remain silent while sneaking around or the noise around them was too loud for them to communicate. 'No bud, not that. He isn't that much of bastard most of the time… well some of the time. But he's my father the only link I have to my mother' he signed, flicking his fingers in barely noticeable movements, Toothless bowed his head slightly, not happy with his riders request but willing to honour it.
Gobber sat at one of the many large tables as the Vikings exited the hall, the meeting having adjourned as Stoick made his way over to his oldest friend who was drinking heavily from his tankard hand. "Right. I'll pack my undies," Gobber said, stepping up from the table. "No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits," Stoick's voice was level as he headed over to Gobber, the blonde sitting back down with a thump. "Oh perfect. And while I'm busy Hiccup can cover the stall," Gobber's voice rose in a teasing manner as Stoick sat down with a weary sigh. "Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?" Gobber asked sarcastically, taking a deep drink from his mug.
"Nice to see you have such faith in me Gobber, I mean it's not like I deal with those types of things on a daily basis." Hiccup said sighing and throwing his hands up in the air, Gobber caste him an apologetic look and Hiccup rolled his eyes but accepted it, knowing that Gobber was right in some ways, he had been using the forge for things he shouldn't.
"What am I going to do with him, Gobber?" Stoick groaned, "Put him in training with the others," Gobber suggested lightly, "No I'm serious," Stoick bit out, "So am I," Gobber said, raising his eyebrows. "He'd be killed before the first dragon is out of its cage," Stoick argued, Gobber waved off his concerns, "You don't know that," he said, "No, I do," Stoick pressed on, "No, you don't," Gobber stressed, sick of the argument already. "Listen, you know what he's like. From the time he could crawl, he's been… different,"
"Hey don't make it sound so bad, all it means is that I'm not stupid and arrogant," Hiccup growled, ignoring the angry looks thrown his way as the villagers discovered he was not being funny or teasing but was genuinely being mean. Hiccup decided that if he could put up with their comments for 15 years then they could deal with it every once in a while.
Stoick sighed as Gobber took another sip from his mug. "He doesn't listen. He has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for trolls!" Stoick sounded so disbelieving for a chief of a village plagued by dragons.
"Oi trolls do exist thank you very much, they steal your socks… but only your left ones. I wonder what's with that," Hiccup pondered, tilting his head as he tried to asses it in his head, missing the weird looks the villagers threw his way. Gobber nodded approvingly, snickering as he remember what he said next in the movie.
"Trolls exist. They steal your socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?" his voice turned quizzical as he attempted to puzzle it out.
Hiccup gapped at the screen in shock before slowly leaning over his dad to high five Gobber, amazed that both he and his mentor had said the same thing at completely different times.
"When I was a boy…" Stoick began and Gobber rolled his eyes. "Here we go." "…my father told me to bang my head against and rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And do you know what happened?" Stoick asked, addressing his question to Gobber. "You got a headache," Gobber guess sarcastically, examining a small cube of iron he had found in the bottom of his mug.
Hiccup sniggered, "Let me guess, every time I disobeyed his orders you got given the rock speech. I mean at least come up with something different." Hiccup joked and Gobber nodded in mock sadness, "It was horrible laddie, I don't think I could stand to hear it again," he sobbed, covering his face with his hands dramatically as Hiccup nodded as if he understood. "I ain't that bad!" Stoick growled but gave up trying as he did when the two plotted together and instead sat back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as he sulked.
"That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could… he could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas!" Stoick finished passionately and sat back on the bench near Gobber as he continued in a much quieter tone of voice. "Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become. Hiccup is not that boy," he said sadly, staring over at his childhood friend.
"I seriously doubt any of you, even you Dad, could crush a mountain or level a forest and especially tame the sea. The sea is vast and dangerous, one minute a gentle force of life the next a despairing tool of death that sinks our boats and drowns our crops." Hiccup ranted, his voice remained steady as he spoke and the Vikings glanced to each other at hearing him speak, it was nearly poetic in its melanocyte.
Hiccup took a deep breath as he continued, the village hanging onto his every word. "Besides why would I want to be the type of person who does what others demand, if you told me to bash my head against a rock I would probably tell you to go jump off a cliff because honestly despite what you people seem to think of me I am not weak, I am different. All that means is that I'm not another faceless person in the crowd, I don't fight with brute strength instead I use cunning and speed. I won't be a part in the senseless violence you all seem to enjoy because I have the good sense to know when something is to be fought and when something is to be let go. I am not useless or pathetic and do you want to know why?" Hiccups voice had dropped at the end of his sentence and the Vikings leaned forward in apprehension.
"Because I am unique. You can call me any name in the book, throw daggers and axes at me, you can attempt to push me around and beat me senseless. You can call me a disgrace, a traitor, a weakling and you know what, it won't affect me. Hell I probably wouldn't care if you banished me because after enduring 15 years of torment and misery and pain I think I would just about banish myself," he finished rather abruptly, turning away from the Vikings to face the dragons, Toothless smiled at him and he returned it weakly, scared after he had shown so much of his pain to his fellow villagers. Unknown to Hiccup nearly the entire village was staring at his back, most showing expressions of pity, sadness or self-loathing. How could they have pushed one of their own so far that he would contemplate leaving his home just to get away from them?
"You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him. I know it seems hopeless, but the truth is you won't always be around to protect him. He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there right not." Gobber lamented and the screen focused on Stoick's brooding face, his thick eyebrows drawing down over clear eyes.
"I find it funny how right I am on this point," Gobber interjected, Hiccup turning back to face him with a 'what the hell are you talking about' face. "Well by the time the meeting was called you were already out in the woods looking for a night fury you had shot down earlier, it's kind of ironic." Gobber shrugged, entertaining the idea of him being psychic. "Just shut up and watch the movie," Hiccup groaned, wondering how he had ever managed to be an apprentice to the blonde haired man who had more delusions than a sick viking hyped on mushrooms.
