Hey guys! So this chapter is short, but it covers everything that I want it to. Hopefully, the next chapter will be up soon, because it's going to be my favorite to write so far! It's the chapter I imagined that brought this story about! Hope you enjoy this one!
Warning: This chapter contains some gore and some dragon killing. This is the reason it's rated T.
Disclaimer: I own nothing concerning HTTYD. I only own the plot.
Chapter 2-Five Years Later...
It's been five years since Hiccup disappeared, and Stoick hadn't gotten much better. He ate correctly, drank all the water he needed to, and was a good chieftain to his people, but his heart never recovered from the wound it gained when Hiccup disappeared.
Everyone else seemed to have gotten over the fact that they would never see Hiccup again, but no one believed that Stoick would get over it himself. Life went on as usual, but it seemed as if the dragon raids were more frequent now that Hiccup wasn't there to screw them up.
Every day was consumed with fishing, training, and doing other necessary things. No one had any free time. Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were now either nineteen or twenty years old, but training as if they were still fourteen and fifteen. Even the vikings who were thirty and forty still trained at least once a week.
Astrid dodged a streak of fire the Deadly Nadder spouted, her grip on her axe tightening as she somersaulted and jumped up. She threw her axe at the Nadder while it was distracted chasing Fishlegs. The axe buried itself in the left side of its head, blinding its left eye.
It bellowed in rage, shaking the axe out of its head and a fair amount of blood gushing out. Snotlout yelled a battle cry, and threw his spear at the beast. The point lodge itself right above the Nadder's right eye.
Blood poured out of the wound, blinding the other eye. The dragon roared with anger as it lunged blindly toward its latest attacker. Snotlout dodged out of the way as Ruffnut came up from behind with Tuffnut by her side.
They both jumped on the dragon, but Tuffnut scrambled to the head, hitting it with a hammer to distract it while Ruffnut buried her blade in the Deadly Nadder's neck. The reptile roared in pain, bucking off the twins. They crashed against a wall, disoriented.
The Deadly Nadder staggered around, blood gushing out of the multiple wounds the vikings inflicted on the poor dragon. Fishlegs threw his hammer, the blunt weapon hitting the dragon on neck, right on the cut Ruffnut had made earlier. The Nadder fell to the ground in agony.
Astrid had retrieved her axe, and stormed over to the defeated dragon, forcing her axe into the reptile's neck, putting it out of its misery. The trainers gathered around the carcass, all breathing raggedly.
"Get it out of here." Astrid ordered, her voice cold and commanding. A group of teenagers dashed into the kill ring, grabbing the corpse and hauled it out of the arena.
Astrid inspected her axe, the dragon blood contrasting greatly with the pale metal of her trusty axe. She walked to a pail of water nestled in the wall of the arena. She dipped her weapon in the water, washing the slimy blood off. The water tinted a deeper red, and swirled around violently as Astrid finished washing the lethal axe.
Astrid traveled out of the arena, and down to the blacksmith's. Gobber was there, banging away on an axe similar to Astrid's own.
"Gobber!" Astrid cried, grabbing the viking out of his focus.
"What Astrid?" He asked.
"Can you sharpen my axe before tonight? I have a feeling that we will'll get a big attack tonight." Gobber sighed tiredly.
"You and everyone else in this gods forsaken place!" Astrid was taken aback. Gobber never lost his cool.
"Sorry Gobber." She mumbled.
"It's okay," Gobber said, sitting down.
"It's just that my work has become ten times harder without Hiccup." Astrid stiffened at the name of the dead son of Stoick.
"He ran away because he was scared to kill a dragon, which vikings are required to do." She growled. Gobber glared furiously at her.
"May I remind you that you were part of the reason he ran away. He felt like he didn't belong, and it was all our faults. If we actually treated him the way he deserved, he could still be here. Have you thought of that?"
Astrid had thought of that. Every day. She felt like the Nadder she just killed when she thought of Hiccup. She knew it was partly her fault, and it ripped her heart apart. She never paid any attention to the runt, and when she finally wanted answers, he disappeared.
"Are we the ones who ran away because we didn't want to kill a dragon? No. Hiccup did. It's not our fault," She dropped her axe onto the table.
"When it's done, summon me." Astrid walked out before Gobber could say one more word.
Stoick walked off the ship, his shoulders sagging. They still hadn't found the dragons' nest, and he was starting to get worried. What if they never found it? His people would be forever vulnerable to the merciless attacks of the dragons.
"What do we do now Stoick?" Spitelout asked. Stoick sighed.
"What more can we do?" The vikings started to murmur in agreement.
"Gather the village. We meet in the Great Hall in fifteen minutes." Stoick announced. His men walked off, spreading the word. Within fifteen minutes, the whole village was in the Great Hall. Stoick stood and raised his hands.
"Now, we all know that the dragon attacks have become more frequent and dangerous in the past five years-"
"Since Hiccup left!" A viking cried out. Stoick's face sagged at the mention of his lost son.
"Yes," He admitted with a pained expression on his big face.
"And I can't ignore the facts: We'll never find the nest, and it is too dangerous to stay here much longer," Stoick sighed.
"We have to abandon Berk. We'll be able to find another place to live, and we can replace every object we have, but we can't replace the lives that will be lost if we stay here." Angry shouts met his announcement, but Stoick simply raised his hands for silence. The crowed obeyed reluctantly.
"I know that my decision is not popular, but I am completely sound on this subject. We leave as soon as we have enough boats and provisions for everyone on Berk. Meeting adjourned." Stoick exited out the back way, while the Great Hall erupted in chaos. Gobber met Stoick in the back.
"That could've gone better." Stoick mumbled. Gobber patted his friend on his back.
"They'll come around to the idea."
"I don't know if they will ever." Stoick sighed and walked back to his house.
"Give it some time. They'll eventually realize that you're just doing what's best for them." Gobber said, trying to reassure his friend. Stoick sighed once more, and looked to the clouds.
"Why did you have to leave Hiccup?" He cried, tears flowing down his face.
"We need you."
Well, that's two chapters done in two days. That's the fastest I've ever gotten chapters out. Granted, the second chapter is short, but still! Don't worry though, the next chapter will come ASAP.
BookLover86, Out! ;)