Chapter 5: New Face in the Village
He reset his systems to make sure it wasn't a glitch. Nope, it was still there. A cargo transponder was close by, deep in the forests. How could something like that be here?
Half an hour later, Javelin reached the site. On the ground was a metal crate. Checking his surroundings, he activated his guantlets. Nothing was around except him.
The box wasn't dropped here: it was set down. There was a note on top, its words written in Aurebesh. At least nobody will know what it says.
Brother, here's some stuff that'll make you less... conspicious. And deadlier.
-Watcher
Folding the note, Javelin opened the crate. Nordic garbs. Underneath those were some armor plates and a guantlet attachment. A short-range flamethrower. That thing would come in handy whenever he needed to impress some dragons.
A glint shined from inside the container. The warrior pulled out a longsword with an accompanying back sheath. Norse runes adorned one side, Aurebesh lettering on the other. Both said Peacebringer. So it shall, by tongue or by death, he thought.
After he attached the flamethrower to his left guantlet, he put on the viking gear. It fit over his armor, just loose enough for it to not cling. The leggings were also perfect, but he had to take off the upper leg plates to not stand out. Unfortunately, his helmet would have to be hidden somewhere safe. Only place would be with Twilight.
A panel was set on the side of the crate. He only noticed when he was packing everything up. "Self-destruct. Well, at least whoever gave me this is smart enough to know the consequences." He pressed a code in and watched as the box disintegrated itself. Once all evidence was removed, he headed back to the cove.
"Let me get this straight; your older brother is a human?" the male asked, a brow raised in skepticism. This other Night Fury had just given him an overview of her adventures.
"Yes," Twilight answered.
When they first saw each other, the tension could've been cut with a knife. After showing that while she had the advantages, she would not hurt him. The male Fury remained on the defensive though.
"I think you're crazy to come up with something like that," he snorted, resting his head on his forelegs.
"Twilight is crazy, sometimes. But it's true," a human called out from on top of the rocks. He was wearing the area's clothing, but held a helmet of some sort in his left hand. Crimson all over with a maroon T-shape.
It took Twilight a second to recognize Javelin. The other dragon roared and fired a shot at him.
The man jumped off into the cove. If he was a normal person, the height would have injured him. But he was far from normal. Javelin grabbed the rock face halfway down with his right hand. He released his claws and dropped onto the ground.
"Get out of here before I kill you," the male hissed.
He chuckled. "Nice to meet you." Disengaging his guantlets, Javelin took off the scabbard for Peacebringer. Once it was against a rock, he walked over to Twilight. "Came back to drop off this," he spoke, raising the helmet.
"Best to hide it in a cave."
"Good idea."
The other dragon was shocked. "Wait, you understand us?"
Twilight laughed before saying, "Of course he can, silly." Javelin pointed to his right ear. A small device could be seen... barely.
The human went into and came out of the closest cave. "You don't mind staying here, do you, sis?"
"It's fine."
"Right." He looked at the other one. "You got a name?"
"No."
Javelin thought about one, but something was telling him, No. He'll get his name, but not by you. "Eventually, one will be found. See both of you soon." He climbed up several rocks and left.
He knelt down by the still-unconscious boy. He will wake up. Eventually. His mind shifted back to his sword. Which he left back in the cove.
He was about to go back when Twilight bounded towards him. "You forgot this," she said as the weapon dropped into his hands.
"Where would I be without you?" Javelin laughed, putting on the scabbard.
"Definitely not here." The dragoness smiled before turning to the cove.
Up close, the damage was better than it looked. Multiple homes were blackened, but still stood strong. He took in every detail as he walked down the street. The vikings ignored him for the most part, the recieved looks being ones of curiousity.
"Hey, who are you?" one walked up and asked. Armored tunic and stone shoulderguards. The large red beard clicked the final piece into the puzzle. Javelin saw him this morning during the raid.
"My name is Javelin, sir," the warrior answered. "Got shipwrecked on the opposite side of the island. Managed to get through the forests to here."
"Javelin? That's a strange name. I take it you're not from the area?" He thrust his hand forward.
Javelin shook it. "That's right. I'm a traveler of sorts. An explorer, if you will."
"Hmm. You should talk to Hiccup, then."
"Who?" the smaller man asked.
"My son. You'll know him when you see him."
"I'll keep an eye out, then." I don't need to, his mind said. "Are there any jobs here I could help with, sir?"
The viking grinned. "Gobber could use some. Dragon Training starts tomorrow."
Javelin brought his chin up and gave a wide smile, saying, "Perfect. I know quite a bit on how to handle dragons."
"Oh, a dragon killer, are you? Well, I'd say every little bit helps this year. Head over to the forge and tell Gobber Stoick said you can work in the arena."
He gave an affirming nod. "Thank you again, sir." He walked off, leaving Stoick to return to his duties.
It didn't take him long to find the village blacksmith. The constant puffs of smoke were beacons. Again, Javelin took in every detail. He spotted a man with prosthetics inside, hammering a broken sword back into shape. "I take it you're Gobber?" the warrior asked.
"Aye, that's me," he answered, turning to look at the stranger. "Can't say I've seen you before."
Javelin smiled. "Got shipwrecked. Since I don't have anywhere else to go, thought I might look for work."
"Depends on the work," Gobber replied.
"Stoick said I could assist you with your dragon training."
"Well, I always could use an extra hand," he held up his left arm, "or two." The blacksmith laughed at his joke, Javelin joining in. He suddenly pulled on a serious look, "You sure? Dragons are a dangerous lot."
"I've handled them before. By the way, call me Javelin."
"Javelin?" Gobber raised an eyebrow. "That's a first. But my apprentice is named Hiccup."
The warrior elaborated, "Straight and true, no matter the path. Say, can you tell me how to get to your training ring? Wouldn't want to get lost tomorrow morning."
"Was just about head there anyway. Let me close up shop first."
The two walked to the arena, chatting about Berk's history and the different dragon species. Javelin told some of his stories, remembering to leave out or switch certain details. Either way, Gobber found out that the Berserkers killed his parents.
"Any other stories around?" Javelin asked.
"There's one that's been around for a while now. The Crimson Rider." the blacksmith said. "Folk say he rides a Night Fury and commands a dragon army. Pure poppycock, if you ask me. I mean, a Night Fury? That's too much."
The other man shrugged. "You never know."
The arena was a large, circular pit chiseled into rocky ground. Inside were a multitude of cages, each holding a dragon. Javelin could feel them; not just their presence, but also their feelings, their forms. Whoa. I didn't know I was this Force-sensitive.
"I'd like to take care of them," he said out loud, not listening to what Gobber was saying.
"Good. Now- Wait, what?!" Gobber stared at Javelin like he'd gone mad.
"I said I'd like to take of the dragons."
The man stammered, "D-do you have a deathwish or something? Those beasts would make a snack of you."
Javelin raised a hand. "My choice, my consequences," he said with a stern voice.
A sigh. "Alright, laddie. But you have to be here for the training."
He chuckled, proudly saying, "I wouldn't dream of missing it. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here for a bit."
"Fine with me."
The stranger waited until Gobber left before jumping into the arena. He reached out and pressed a hand against a door. "Sleep well, my family."
(AN)- Hope you guys liked this one. Dragon Training starts next chapter, so bring your gear. Hehe, see you next time, guys.