Hi, guys! SP here with another chapter, this time dealing with the beginning of Hicca and Meridan's explanations of the past decade. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been working on another fanfiction, and school'd been eating up my time as well, so...
Meridan's P.O.V.
Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du!
The legend spreads from fire tae fire of the devil that we slew!
Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du, Mor'du!
Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter ye!
The song ended with a rounding cheer and Hicca's dragon blasting the bear's head on the wall with a blast of blue fire.
The entire hall was silent, and then Hicca gave a galvanized "Toothless!", blushing furiously. Then many of the men burst out laughing, cheering the dragon. I could see Hicca's father nearly crying with laughter. Hicca was as red as my hair. Her dragon, Toothless, looked relatively surprised with the attention at first, and then basked in the adulation.
"So, how did ye find the dragon?" I asked Hicca, who was still beet-red.
Hicca puffed out her cheeks, obviously trying to let off some steam. Then, after breathing slowly and evenly for a minute or two, she opened her haunting green eyes and looked at me.
"Well, it begins and ends with how my tribe viewed me," she said. "Before I start telling you this tale, imagine me a few months younger than I am, a little shorter-"
"Less filled out," the blonde cripple said, poking his eyebrows at me. I couldn't help but turn away and laugh at what he was implying.
Hicca hissed something in Norse at the cripple, who turned back to his food with an air of smugness about him.
"Anyway…" Hicca said, pulling out a small scroll. "This is a map from about a year ago." She unfurled the map, and I saw a crude drawing of a large island with several islands around it and a cloud of fog to the northwest.
"What it et?" I asked, unable to decipher the runes of Futhark.
"This is Berk," Hiccup said, poking the large island. "It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing-to-Death." I could see her eyes unfocusing and hear her voice getting wistful, getting lost in the memories. "It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.
"My village. In a word? Sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new."
"Why?" I asked.
Hicca smiled. "You'll see." She drank a bit of mead and continued.
"We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice, or mosquitoes. Us? We have…"
Toothless suddenly walked over to us, stood up on its hind legs, and screeched in my face.
Hicca's dad nodded. "Dragons," he growled in unison with Hicca.
Cue the movie.
Yeah, I'll get back to this. In the meantime, have a nice time, review if you want, and don't argue with Viking logic.
'Cause it's usually backed up with an axe (or, in this case, a dragon). There's probably going to be a sequel and an editing of a certain movie about a certain talking fishbone, depending on how much I get done this summer. SpellPiper2213 out.