This is Berk...
What's left of it, anyway.
Oh sure, it might not look like much right this very moment. Battles with Deranged madmen and ice splitting Behemoths will do.
But hey, we're viking! We've been headbutting hardship for over 3 centuries now, and with our dragons by our side, we'll have this place back to normal in no time...
Well... whatever passes for "normal" around here.
Down by the village, all seems calm. Just an average day for the viking of Berk. Some Berkians were busy cleaning up the mess caused by a certain Bewilderbeast a few months back. Nothing too out of the otdinary...
"AHG!" Came a certain mutton head vikings voice.
"I don't want to die!"
"Snotlout! Let go, ya daft Blatherskite!" Yelled the two limped black smith, Gobber the Blech. With his long muscles and hook for a hand, screaming at the idiot viking.
He sees Snotlout holding on to a Ravenclaw for dear life. Praying for not a early admission to Valhalla. He squeezed his eyes shut and he panted.
"O- okay, Mr. Thunderclaw..." He began. "Put me down n-now, and I might still forgive you." Snotlout exclaimed, his voice cracking in fear. His strong, tough guy personality gone unnoticed with his audible stutter.
"Please?" He finally begged with a high pitched voice.
Finally, out of nowhere, the young viking sees a quick flash of a black shadow dashing through the air, and suddenly a black night fury sat in front of him. That could only mean one thing...
"We'll take it from here." The young viking, now known as Chief Hiccup spoke, in his best assertive voice he can muster. He had an arm extended forward, trying to calm the Thunderclaw.
Suddenly, all was calm...
Till the Thunderclaw YEETED Snotlout off his back, leaving his flying through the air, making his scream for his lack of gravity.
"Woops..." Hiccup muttered. Trying to hold back a smirk.
As Snotlout was airborn, he saw his trusted companion sitting by a small bush. Unfazed by his flying rider.
"Hookfang! Catch me, boy! I command you to catch m--" Before he sentence could be finished, he made contact with the hard ground below, hitting in right in his bottom. Hookfang, still unfazed.
Hiccup was just watching the whole thing go down.
"Sorry, Snotlout!" Hiccup cringed slightly, as Snotlout was still on the ground, groaning in pain.
Hiccup turned back to his trusted steed beneath him, who was chuckling at Snotlout antics. The Thunderclaw was now on the lose.
"It's just going to be one of those morning, isn't it Toothless?" Hiccup petted the Nightfuries head, making him gurgle in reply.
Hiccup readed his position and took off.
"C'mon, Gobber! Keep up!" The young chief hollered behind him.
The older blacksmith was limping on after him, already out of breath.
"Easy for you to say! You're the one with the night fury!" He explained with a pant.
Hiccup and Toothless was now hovering above the Thunderclaw as he ran through the icy village.
"We've go to get him into the air..." Hiccup stated. "But Thunderclaw's don't fly when their panicked..."
"Let's see if we can calm his down, bud.. before he--" The chief was interrupted the Thunderclaw below shrieking in despair as he skitted across the ice and fell.
At that moment, Hiccup can see two kids. No older then nine, hanging apon the ice. Swinging on it like it was a game at the park.
At that moment, Hiccup stood up on his dragons back, and got ready to jump...
"Go, Toothless!" The rider yelled as he unleashed his fight suit. His hair being blown back by the icy winds, he glided through the air like a dragon himself.
On his way down, Hiccup managed to grab both kids at once, as his prosthetic scrapped across the icy ground, making
A sharp screeching noise.
"Hey!"
"Chief Hiccup?!" The kids exclaimed as they were swept up unexpectedly.
Hiccup hates to admit it, but he loves it when young viking calls him "chief." It makes his feel respected, like he never was a kid.
The Thunderclaw finally reclaimed it stance and let out a loud growl.
That's when the alpha dragon took his position.
Toothless had two sides of him. One that's all cute and cuddling, the other with a look that can kill with just it's stare.
That's the look he's giving off now, as his mouth litters blue.
Meanwhile, Hiccup got the kids to safety and he watched Toothless calm down the poor distressed dragon. (No thanks to Snotlout)
Gobber was finally able to catch up to the young chief and put his prosthetic arm on his shoulder to breath fully.
"W-what did I- I miss?" Gobber panted.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing." Hiccup began.
"Any idea what set this Thunderclaw off?" He asked with crossed arms.
Once Gobber was able to fully catch his breath, he responded.
"Who knows? I was busy removing dragon armor from Drago's "dragon army." Gobber spoke in a mocking voice to the scary dragon leader.
"They all seemed happy to be rid of the stuff, until we got to this one." Gobber motioned to the Thunderclaw. They both were watching the two kids swing and play on Toothless. The dragon giving them a gummy smile.
"That's when Snotlout bragged about being strong enough "pry the armor off any dragon," Gobber scoffed ad Hiccup rolled his eyes.
"Last time we let him be part of the welcoming committee."
Hiccup eyed the Thunderclaw and made his way over to him, gently. A hand extended, with a calming voice.
"Hey, I remember this guy." Hiccup stated as he petted the snout of the still armored dragon.
"He's the one who blasted off Drago's false army." Hiccup smiled at the now calm dragon.
"If you want to keep your armor on, that's fine by me." Hiccup grinned at the dragon, and he swore, he saw him smile back.
"Oi! Back off!"
Hiccup head turns as he is startled by the sudden noise.
"Hold him down!"
"Blasted outsider! This is your fault!"
Hiccup could see a pile of older vikings fighting, but over what? He still couldn't tell...
"Whoa whoa! Break it up! We're all friends here!" Hiccup exclaimed.
Even though Hiccup is very leaderly as nature, he usually hated being the center of attention, and he really can't stand confrontation. That's the main thing he dreaded about being chief. He is a man of peace and loyalty, but he knows alot of viking don't think the way he does.
He suddenly sees Eret 'son of Eret' popped out from the fight. Pushing the other men back.
"You got it, chief!"
He knew since the war with Drago, Eret hasn't been fitting in that well with the other viking. People usually blame him for the Drago fiasco and thinks he's still working with the enemy, but since Eret has took in Skullcrusher as his own and found his place here, he had been nothing but loyal and respectful to all the residents here. Hiccup isn't used to being respected. Eret perfers to call Hiccup "Chief" even though Hiccup told him he didn't have to, but he does it out of respect. He respects him for letting him live here and for being such a genuine and kind person. He's not used to working with someone who won't strangle you if you mess the smallest thing up, so calling him "chief" is thr least he can do.
"Eret, what's going on here?" Hiccup asked as he stepped up to the scene and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Nothing demanding your attention!" Eret announced. He was very independent too, which Hiccup admired since being Chief was as time consuming as it is.
"You just let Eret 'Son of Eret," deal with--" He was cut off by one of the agreesive men from earlier.
"Why are you asking him? He's not even from Berk!" An arranged viking yelled.
"Look at our village! Destroyed by an outsider, and now your letting another into our ranks!" Another male viking exclaimed.
"We told him that was as foolish as ordering us to rebuilt this mess... "Chief..." The final man sneered.
Hiccup clenched his teeth and straightend up his back, to make himself appear taller even though he was the shorter man there.
"I see..." Hiccup muttered.
Chief...
The way the sarcasm just rolled of his tongue.
Hiccup is not the "chief" but he is the chief, thier chief whether the liked it or not. Stoick didn't die just to he replaced by a scrawny, weak, one legged chief...
Hiccup turned slightly to face Eret.
"Eret, I appreciate you defending but that's not necessary." Hiccup stated in the calmest voice he could muster.
"We all have lots to do yo restore, Berk." Hiccup spoke as he gestured for Eret and Gobber to move away from the scene and to get on with their lives.
"We'll pick this up again tomorrow. With words, not fists."
What Hiccup didn't see was the three men now had sharp pieces of wood in their clutches and was eying the chief. Luckily, Gobber got the sense that they were up to no good.
"Hiccup! Behind you!" Gobber yelled, and Hiccup reacted without even turning around at all.
He quickly got out inferno attacted to his calf, and lit her up the same time he turned around. Slicing the men's wood in half, with a growling Toothless by his side.
The men were left stunned, staring at their burnt and fried pieces of wood in their hands. Realizing now that they shouldn't have ticked off their new chief and it wasn't in their best interest to mess with him.
Silence was all anyone could hear as Hiccup remained silent, and just stared the 3 vikings down, before he turned around as stormed off. His teeth still clenched and his fist tight.
"Don't be angry at them, Hiccup..." Gobber muttered but Hiccup payed them no heave and just stormed off without a word.
You don't mess with the chief...
Hey y'all!! So yes, in case you guys are wondering, this is not my orginal story, this is a comic put out by the creators of HTTYD but I don't own it! I just put the comic in fanfic form! Hope you enjoy!