This is my THIRD update today...and guess what? THERE IS ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER AFTER THIS ONE LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD!? I'm going to miss writing this story a bunch, but the sequel is going to be called "Wayward Foray". Only thing is, I don't know when I'm going to start posting it. :) But I am having a vote for which story I do next; not on my profile, but right here. Here they are, I will put results in the A/N for the next chapter; vote before I post it. :D Here they are:
"How Not To Meet Your Ally" - The continuing story of "How Not To Ride Your Dragon." After the death of Dagur the Deranged, life moves on for the Berkians without much of a problem. But where does that leave Berserk, and its inhabitants? Who is leading them?
"Snowed In" - Hiccup and the twins get trapped in an ice cave without their dragons.
"Blind Sight" - While building a treehouse, a terrible accident occurs that changes the life of a certain individual. To make matters worse, an unknown enemy is rising.
These are just three of the stories I am most intent on writing now. I have TONS of others written down that I WILL get to soon, but I need to get these ideas out of my head first so I don't rush the requested ones. Please review/PM me or whatever and tell me which one. You can vote for one, two, or all three. But please give me your votes before I post the next chapter. The one with the most votes WILL be posted, regardless of anything else. :D THANKS A TON! :D :D :D
"Hadley!" a voice called out.
Hiccup turned from Heather and Camicazi to see Fishlegs running towards them, Meatlung hot on his heels. He stopped in front of Hiccup and panted, trying to catch his breath.
"Hey, Fishlegs, right?" said Hiccup. Fishlegs nodded.
"What are you doing here?" Astrid asked.
"I'm a journalist," said Fishlegs. "And I wanted to see if you two were interested in letting me do your story."
"Our story?" Hiccup asked. "How did you even hear about us?"
"Are you kidding?" said Fishlegs. "Don't you watch TV?"
"I don't get cable," said Hiccup.
"And I choose not to watch it," said Astrid.
"Well, you guys are famous," said Fishlegs. "On every TV miles around, 'Girl and boy stops criminal all alone.' Or 'Boy is hit by car and finds the criminal with help of girl.' You guys are everywhere, but I really wanted to do a story."
"How did you find out where we lived?" said Hiccup.
"Well," said Fishlegs, "that was kind of on the news, too."
"Well, sure," said Hiccup.
"Oh, thanks!" said Fishlegs. "What about you, Astrid?"
"I don't mind," said Astrid. "It's just a story, right?"
"Yep," said Fishlegs. He took out his notebook and a pen. "Now, I just need you two to start from the beginning."
"The beginning..." Hiccup thought. "Well, we crashed into each other. That's how it started."
And so they told him everything. Fishlegs wrote feverously, whispering about how amazing his story would be once it was finished. And so Hiccup told most of it, Astrid adding all the little things Hiccup didn't see, like what she did while he was unconscious, how everyone else reacted.
After about half an hour, Fishlegs was finally finished.
"Wow, thanks a bunch, you two," he said. "This is going to be the best story yet."
"Well, I'm glad to have been able to help you, Fishlegs," said Hiccup.
"Me too," said Astrid.
"Sorry, but could I get your number?" Hiccup asked.
"Sure," said Fishlegs. He told Hiccup his number while Hiccup punched in buttons on his phone. And then Hiccup told Fishlegs his own phone number.
"Okay, thanks," said Hiccup. "Good luck on your journal and everything."
"You too!" said Fishlegs. Then, he realized what he said. "Oh...sorry, I meant...ugh, I hate it when that happens. Thank you!" Then, he called to his dog, and the duo sped off again.
Camicazi and Heather stood on either side of Hiccup and Astrid, astonished and joyful smiles on their face.
"EEEEEE!" Camicazi shrieked. "You two are going to be FAMOUS!"
"Lucky," said Heather, but she was smiling.
"Whoa whoa whoa, he's a journalist," said Hiccup. "I don't think we're going to be rising to fame any time soon."
"Who cares!?" said Camicazi. "SELFE!" She leaned in, whipped out her phone, and took a picture before either Hiccup or Astrid could protest. Hiccup was slightly expecting her to do what she did, so he was able to smile in time to make it look like at least a decent picture.
Astrid, on the other hand, was a different story. She was caught in a terrible expression between a blink, look of confusion, and shout. Camicazi showed both of them the picture. Hiccup started laughing, and Astrid started shouting, "Delete it! Delete it now!"
"I'm setting it as my lock screen!" said Camicazi.
"You better not!" said Astrid.
"Guys, guys, come on, let's take a proper selfe," said Hiccup. He wrapped an arm around Astrid and held his phone out in front of him with the other hand. Camicazi and Heather moved to stand on either side of them.
"Selfe!" Hiccup shouted, and then took the photo.
He took one more for good measure, and then the others pulled away to look at it. Hiccup tapped his picture library, and then showed it to the others.
Camicazi was photobombing Heather, a goofy smile on her face. Heather looked as proper and prim as ever, while Hiccup and Astrid looked a few years younger than they really were. With the snow in the background, more flakes falling around them, that picture was probably the best one Hiccup had ever taken with him and his friends.
He reflected on the life he once had in Malaysia, where he was bullied at school, called names, pushed around, teased, and treated like dirt underneath the feet of so many different people who just hated him to the core. His old house in Malaysia, with two stories, built from brick. The day he went to his father's funeral, after he died from a heart attack.
And then he reflected on the life he had now, with friends; people who actually, genuinely cared about him, Toothless, Astrid, Ruff - who was still taking guitar lessons - and everyone else.
Losing a leg had been hard, but living in Malaysia had been even harder. Now, where he was with his new friends, everything was perfect.
Not to mention his birthday was only in a few days.