Wattup! I have posted another chapter to my faithful readers! It is all I have so far, so with the new chapters I post I will take more into consideration what the reviews said. Lets see what little adventures come from here…after this chapter the quick moving plot will take effect. We will start to see a lot more of an adventure and less of…whatever my story is…a babble. This whole beginning was me wanting to explore detail really.
HERE WE GOOOOOOO!
"Well, we aren't going to let them get out of control, Hiccup. Now, If you'll excuse me, boy, I have to get back inside! It's snowing like mad…and you are doing errands for Gobber?"
"Yep, he told me it builds character!"
The woman smirked a confused look.
"You Haddocks seem to already have enough of that."
She shut the door and let the boy stand there confused.
Momentarily, he trotted along to the Ingermans and then to Spitelouts and whatnot. As he ran up the snowy hill, he heard a gruff growl in the distance.
"What was that?"
He talked to himself.
The noise subsided and he decided to be a good little delivery boy and climb up to the next house as the tranquil flurries of snow and light song of a bird filled Berk with a sweet ambiance.
In the deep depths of the woods however, the environment was far from calm and tranquil.
Hiccup saw flames on the other side of a river.
Astrid jumped back when he pointed and pulled her ax up.
What was supposed to be a nice walk without suspected dragons had turned into a reliving of old times…dragon hunting.
"Do you think the mothers started to look for them?"
Hiccup probed Astrid and waited for an answer.
"No. No. They wouldn't come out in the snow. Plus the flames are immature. Look how small they are."
Hiccup was as usual, wrong about the dragon hunting.
"Okay, so I guess we will have to just get on 'em."
Hiccup and Astrid began to tiptoe on rocks across the river to the other side. If one of them were to fall in, it would mean death by frostbite almost instantly.
They reached the bank safely, and they crept over to the dragon babies.
Astrid put down her ax.
They were playing, younger than they expected, in the group of about six or seven and were not imposing threat at all.
"Oh, well. I guess that makes our job easier."
Hiccup laughed and reached out to one, something Astrid still dare not do like he did.
She cringed as the thing let loose a bloodcurdling squeal and sent Hiccup flying back in an unexpected frenzy of fear.
He breathed heavily and held his chest.
"What? Dragons love me!"
"I guess not these ones!"
Astrid was grabbed unto his coat by then, to make sure if she had to pull him away, she would.
"Hey, little buddy, come here!"
Hiccup tried again but knew he would have to kill them. They were wild and seemed to have caught some sort of feverish rage like rabies but in dragon form.
"I…I don't know what to do. I cant kill a dragon."
Astrid looked up in despair at Hiccup.
"I, I guess I will."
"We could sedate them?"
"With what?"
Both looked equally confused and upset.
How would they get past this? It was not how they wanted it to go down.
They were cornered, and Astrid kept her ax in a fighting position in her arms.
Young Hiccup trotted along the riverside despite his father's previous requests, despite Gobber's stern warning to come home in an hour, and despite his own natural instinct that a cold stormy day would be bad to be outside in.
He galloped with the empty bag and soon used it for warmth as the weather grew fiercely snowy.
"Brrrr." He sent a chill down his spine as Gobber called out to him.
He didn't want to go indoors.
The woods seemed so much fun right now.
He began to run into the dark trees and through onto the wood's path. He trotted for a while as Gobber's gruff remarks for him to come back trailed off behind him.
Gobber wasn't going to let him run off. He knew how to deal with Hiccups.
He was on his tail as he got deeper into the forest.
"Hiccup! Get back here! Your young and far too young to be out in this weather!"
Hell, his parents shouldn't have even been out in this weather.
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Fourth!"
Gobber's yelp boomed throughout the woods as little Hiccup began to sprint as fast as toddler legs could take him before he fainted of lack of air.
He came to a river and jumped clear over it.
"Great Odin! The boy can jump!"
Gobber smirked in awe as he found he couldn't cross the river as nimbly.
"Ohhhh no!"
Gobber just made it and peered over the bushes and continued after the lad.
"Hiccup you get back here before you parents catch ya!"
This voice was loud enough to be heard all over the woods.
And it was.
A good few yards away, Hiccup and Astrid jumped two feet in the air.
"What did he just say?"
Astrid began to panic, unexpectedly.
"Hiccup? Was that Gobber?"
The small dragons began to react to the noise in anger and crept towards the couple.
"I have to, Hiccup."
Hiccup nodded.
Suddenly, Gobber pushed his way through the bushes to the small clearing.
"You! Oh, oh, no."
He looked as the dragons began to circle him, too.
"Now, Hiccup. I know we aren't supposed to kill 'em anymore but…these things are mad and I could pop ones head off with one hand."
"I…I know."
Hiccup turned his head to Astrid who had nothing to say.
But then, through the bushes popped young Hiccup.
"Baby dragons!"
"Haha…" Gobber covered up his babysitting dilemma with a smile, "Did I mention the boy wandered off?"
"Hiccup!" Astrid scolded the toddler as he waddled over to them.
His hand was pulling the hair from his eyes.
"Woah! The hatchlings we lost on the mountain, Dad!"
Hiccup nodded in defeat and motioned for his boy to come over.
But he didn't.
He crept over to the dragons, mean and crazy, who responded with a growl.
The biggest of the few sidled over towards him.
"Hiccup! No!" Astrid ran to him but the dragons screamed and she knew she would have to talk him out of it lest he get eaten in the frenzy she created.
"Hey, boy."
Young Hiccup reached out to the dragon who looked insane.
But he stopped his fit and looked up wide eyed to the child.
It made a series of squeaks and came up to his hand.
Gobber cringed but all they could do was whisper to the kid.
"Get away son." Hiccup whispered as he near squealed.
He didn't listen and just as Astrid was going to maul the thing it rolled over on its stomach and whimpered gleefully.
Little Hiccup laughed.
"He's just playin'!"
Hiccup rubbed his belly and petted his head.
He seemed to have earned their trust.
Gobber examined the situation.
"Hmm. If they were mad I doubt they would have done that. They must have been startled by you people. Astrid, ye are carrying an ax."
Astrid looked down at the weapon and hid it from her son's view.
He was too busy examining the new pet.
He was a fire red with burgundy spikes upon his head and a nice spiked tail.
He was a rough and tumble kind of dragon who would probably rough house and nip.
He seemed like a lot to train.
Then why couldn't Hiccup Senior do it?
Was he losing his touch?
Did his boy find his?
No, no. He just needed to get to know him. Toothless didn't like him off the bat, he had to save his life first. And these were ignorant babies, they should have still been in the cave.
So Hiccup told Astrid to take the child home. He and Gobber would get this under control.
"But send out a search party if we aren't home by sunset." Hiccup grinned as she walked off with the boy. She gave a dazed and serious look.
"I'm kidding this time!"
Hiccup yelled as she walked off home.
"Daddy! I want him! He's my dragon!"
Hiccup moaned and looked at the pathetic little thing. It seemed to like him now.
He petted it gently and rubbed its back.
Gobber noted the whole fiasco.
"Takes a stupid little boy to save people from killing dragons, heh?"
Hiccup laughed.
But it was true.
If he hadn't calmed them down with his innocence the dragons would have been considered mad and killed there.
They all followed Hiccup and Gobber willingly as they left for the house.
As they all went home, the snow subsided and a tiny beam of light shown through thick clouds.
…
Pots and pans clanged in a disorderly manner as Astrid rummaged through the kitchen.
"Hiccup! Where did you put the pot?"
Little Hiccup scooted in the kitchen toting an iron pot on his head. All you could see was his little mouth from it being oversized.
"What are you doing?" Astrid said through a laugh.
"I'm wearing my helmet!"
"Oh, I see."
"I need it so I can tame dragons. They get feisty sometimes, Mommy!"
"I know."
Astrid smiled as she plucked the cooking pot from his head.
"If you want dinner tonight, I need this."
"But I need it too!"
"Tell you what, later on go to the blacksmiths and see if Daddy is there. Maybe he will make you a real one."
"I thought he was on dragon duty today!"
Young Hiccup squeaked with joy and ran to the door.
"Uh uh! I said later!"
He stopped and sat by the fire. He knew very well that it was down pouring that day and he would most likely get washed away if he'd step foot outside.
Astrid began to gather up things to cook with and fried him up some dinner.
Hiccup put his head down against the table in impatient agony. He really wanted his cool helmet. Very badly.
Astrid momentarily placed a bowl of soup on the table for him and walked off for a minute.
He played with the spoon for a second and then walked to the door, just gently pulled the handle, and…"
"Hiccup!"
He sat back down again.
"Awww, Mommy! I wanna see the shop again!"
"Hiccup. Eat. For some reason its winter now and you cant afford to starve."
He ate slowly but surely and his mother soon joined him.
He gave an angry look.
"Hiccup. You cant have everything you want right when you want it."
He nodded and sipped his soup.
The door burst open soon and a blast of cold air came in along with some light flurries and some rain.
"Close the door!" Astrid shielded her eyes and didn't bother to guess who it was.
She didn't care.
It was cold.
"Hey, Astrid!"
Well, It wasn't Hiccup, as she had hoped.
The door closed shut and Ruffnut put her back to it.
"Hey, Ruffnut!"
Astrid hadn't seen her in awhile with all the stuff she'd been doing and how she used to be sick.
"And this is Hiccup!"
Ruffnut pointed to the boy who stopped mid sip at the raspy comment.
He slurped.
"Yep, that's my baby right there."
Astrid ruffled his hair and he smiled, unaware of the conversation but happy to be praised.
"Your getting so big, Hiccup!"
The boy shyly smiled.
"And, I hear you tamed dragons, too."
His smile widened.
"Yes."
Ruffnut laughed at his shy disposition.
"I wonder where he gets that from."
Astrid looked down at him and giggled.
"Want soup?" She held out the pot to her friend.
"No, no, just came to drop off your firewood. It was rolling down the hill."
"Oh! Thank you!"
Astrid peered through the shades to see the lines in the snow where the wood had fallen.
Ruffnut bid her farewell and left to the blizzard.
Hiccup probed his mother with a question as she grabbed her bowl and sat back down.
"Mommy. I don't think I like Vikings."
She stopped eating and looked confused.
"But, honey, you are a Viking."
"No…I dunno."
She asked why and began to think what he meant by that.
"Well, Its just that they are all scary and loud and rough and I'm just…Hiccup."
She seemed to notice the trend and was fine with it…she did marry it.
"And being Hiccup is just fine."
They finished their soup and Hiccup grew weary for his afternoon nap. He fell asleep on the rug by the fire's warmth and Astrid pulled him to her and sat him on the bed. A few pelts on him and he was warm again. She studied him for a moment and then fell asleep as well. The winter makes one very weary.
Hiccup, at the blacksmiths shop, was working on some sword and smoothed out the edges.
"Okay, all done, Gobber."
He handed it to his friend and he dipped it in cold water to stop its melting.
"Alright, sir!"
Gobber took the thing and put it in a leather carrier.
"Ha! 'Sir'."
Hiccup noticed the awkwardness in the title.
"Well, why not! You've got your wife, your boy, you've changed Berk!"
"I have everything I could ask for."
"All the more reason to call ye sir!
"Ahh, just doesn't feel okay coming from you, Gob."
Gobber mocked him jokingly and continued his work.
After a few more swords, Hiccup was excused from his hours and sent home.
He put on the heaviest coat he had and braced for the chill.
The wind hit him hard and he wondered when it would ever cease and he could take his boy out to the training grounds.
He was slowly beginning to forgive himself.
Slowly.
They were the first couple out of that generation in Berk to have children, so the only advice they received was that of Stoick…not too helpful.
Hiccup reached home eventually and was struck with the warm air as he opened the door slowly but closed it fast.
Astrid and Hiccup were asleep, how cute.
Now where could he sleep…
He ate some soup quietly and waited for one to wake up.
He slowly opened the cupboard to not wake them and rummaged through the items to get himself a cup.
"Oh, no."
Hiccup noticed that his boy squirmed a little bit and started to wake up as he rolled over.
Hiccup paused and let loose a weak cringe as he held the cup and froze.
"Whoops."
"Dad?" Hiccup let loose a sleepy voice.
The sort of sleepy voice that would cause a chain reaction and wake his mother.
Hiccup motioned his son a 'Shhh.'
He nodded but it was too late, Astrid woke up.
He didn't want to wake them up but it was night and that could be difficult.
Astrid sat up and rubbed one eye as she looked at her son, too drowsy to notice her husband.
"What woke you up, Hiccup?"
He pointed to his dad as he yawned.
"Oh, Daddy's home."
Hiccup goofily smiled at his title.
"Yeah, Gobber let me out sort of late, I guess."
"Well, glad your home, honey."
She slowly pulled from the bed in a groggy tone and walked over to him.
She greeted him with a kiss and young Hiccup made a grossed out face.
"Oh, 'Ha Ha'." Hiccup said to the boy as he hugged Astrid.
Astrid went over to the sleepy toddler and picked him up.
"I think it's time you go to bed, sweetie."
"No, no. I need to ask daddy."
"Oh, right. Well you can ask him tomorrow." She said as she noticed he was already drifting to sleep.
As he fully fell asleep, she smiled to Hiccup and dropped him off to his bed and then came back down.
"What was that about…what he wanted from me?"
"Oh, he wants a helmet like yours," she laughed halfway through the statement, "And he wanted to go to shop today and ask you to make him one."
Hiccup cracked up.
"What for?"
"He wants to protect himself when he has to train dragons, he said."Hiccup smiled.
"Then I guess I'll fit him for one tomorrow."
Astrid hugged him for caring about him.
"He will like that."
They were lying down for awhile till a smack was heard outside.
It turned out to be Toothless, rolling around in the snow and making crisp crunches as the snow was deep.
"What is he doing out of his house?"
Hiccup looked confused as the dragon wasn't in his big house adjacent to theirs.
Astrid sat up and out of the bed.
"I guess…he is restless today."
"No…that's not right."
Hiccup pushed open the shudders wider on the window and yelled out to the dragon.
"Toothless! Go to sleep, bud!"
The dragon looked up with his big green eyes and shot a look of innocence.
"C'mon, please, buddy?"
The dragon comprehended and trotted into the house happily.
"No! NO! Toothless, your house!"
Hiccup grew weary and Astrid shot him a cocked smile.
"My Nadder never does this."
She laughed and he gave up as they both laid back.
Hiccup put his face into his hands.
Well, it was freezing outside.
He could stay one night in.
Toothless curled up by the fire that was put out long ago and lit it up.
Hiccup sighed.
He put his head on his pillow and drifted off to sleep.
There never seemed to be any conflict anymore.
He guessed he did have Viking disposition, always up to a challenge.
But the once adventurous and burly Berk had become sleepy and somber.
He would get his wish…tomorrow.