Part 3
Suffice it to say, no one believed Hiccup when he insisted that he had seen Jökul Frosti. He WAS a Hiccup after all- the 'runt of the litter' so to speak, and even though he has done so much for his people, inventing things (albeit some of them didn't always work…) some ideas just didn't manifest in the other Viking's brains. After all, if anyone should get to see a God firsthand it was Hiccup's father Stoic, or someone vastly brave and amazing like Astrid. Though in all honesty Hiccup's bravery and courage outweighed many of the Vikings on the entire island of Berk, they constantly seemed to ignore that, and even he was not really aware of that fact. They just refused to believe he had the capability or was in the Gods' graces enough to physically see one of them. For why would a God show himself to the Viking who wasn't even really good at being a Viking? The other villagers did not seem to care that he was fairly good at tactics, because none of them would listen long enough to hear them. They did not care that he was clever enough to invent useful things, because some of them still had kinks to work out….. and they did not care to stop themselves from pointing out how much of a nuisance he was.
When he had rushed back home with Toothless on his shoulders and ran into the house and up the stairs to grab at the broken charcoal pencil and try his best at scribbling down the images in is brain, no one bat an eyelash. Yet his spirits could not be dampened because now he had proof and he grinned. "Hey bud, we definitely saw Jökul Frosti." He chuckled. Toothless purred as his Viking owner scratched his scales. "I'll bet you anything that if I captured him, dad would finally see I'm a capable Viking!" And so he had set up his thrilling plan- he would capture this Frost Giant and bring him back to his father. All that was left now was to come up with a contraption that could down a flying foe…
For the next few days following, though he returned to the spot he had seen the wintery one 'dance', Hiccup could not find him again. The mysterious God just would not return, much to his dismay. He had assumed the Frost Giants would make their rounds to the isle, but it seemed to be taking longer than per the norm. He suspected this was because of the large thunderheads looming in the distance- even Jotun were stopped by ominous onslaught of foul weather when at sea. This gave his father time to prepare the village for any attacks that may or may not come in the near or not so near future. It also gave Hiccup time to prepare the device he would use to capture the airborne.
It was nearing late October when the Jotun's ships actually reached the Isle of Berk. They were late, but they did not care. If anything it made their tempers more ferocious. They sailed their ships to march upon the shores of Berk, determined to invade the isles from the lower banks and capture the ports so as to try and cut them off to steal their food and supplies. Hiccup was traipsing the perimeter; the other Vikings already scattered to smoke the invaders out quite literally, their torches easy to see from the higher spots of the island. But the Jotun seemed to be countering the fire barricades with glacial prowess.
At this point, Hiccup was surveying the scenes, supposedly making absolutely sure everything was going according to his father's plan, yet he was really on the prowl for any sign of Jökul Frosti. He was SUPPOSED to be in the shop….. out of trouble. But he had once again snuck away to try and find the mysterious Frost Giant. His lie about scouting was the ruse he would use should anyone spot him, though he was positive it wasn't going to be believed no matter what he had said.
The attacking Jotun were being pushed back by the damage they had done, and were either boarding their ships or pressing on. From what he could see up near the ridge where the rocks cracked out past the river mark, they had set up borders of defense between the icier glaciers and the mountainside where it was less frosted. Just as planned, whoopee.
He circled back down, hiking to the outer rims, making sure they held no backups to their fleet and grinned to himself when he did not see any. This carried on for another hour, the sounds of battle cries and metal against metal reverberating around the craggy rocks and forestry of the island. And then he saw it- a flash of white darting across the sky. He had seen birds being used as message carriers for the invaders and was not going to let any more escape. "Yes!" His eyes narrowed as he reached to his side for the small makeshift weapon he'd had to make bigger since he couldn't throw the tiny original model. It was two rocks tied on each end of a long winding rope, and he took hold of a branch, pulling it back as far as he could, anchoring the thing own. Beside him, Toothless, for as small as he was, climbed do past Hiccup's shoulder and tried to tug on the branch too. When he released it, it sent the rocks and rope spiraling into the air towards what he was absolutely positive was Jökul Frosti, and he could see it strike him dead on. "YES!" He pumped his fist into the air in total excitement. He'd hit him!. "Why is it no one ever sees that?" He rolled his eyes was happy until he saw the struggling Jotun falling somewhere off into the distance. Letting out another groan, he dragged his hands down his face. "Oh great; JUST perfect! I have the best luck don't I? There he goes! Landing right in the middle of the woods! What do I have to do to get this to stop happening to me?!" Well it wasn't like this happened often, but his inventions did seem to backfire or cause problems a lot….