So, the last chapter of Death of Berk! Good so far? I hope so! Also, I'm sorry if anyone was offended by my not putting in a Ruffcup element to this or my replies in the last chapter. I was trying my hardest to be as polite as possible!
Guest: Well, I hope I managed to upload it in time for you! I think I may have missed the deadline slightly. Sorry!
"Uuugh!" Ruffnut dropped her hammer onto the ground and flopped onto her back in disgust. "This is so boring!"
"Yeah, you're telling me!" Her brother replied, scowling grumpily. From behind the twins came a bubbling growl, two dragon heads rising up and pushing their way between the twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut exchanged glances before laughing and grabbing their Zippleback's heads in tight, affectionate hugs. The dragon's protruding teeth and snake-like appearance didn't put the two twins off; in fact, it almost made them love their dragon even more.
"We missed you guys back there," The sister admitted, casting a glance towards her sibling.
"Yeah," Tuff agreed, "It wouldn't have gone on so long if you'd been there. We could have taken Dagur all on our own!"
"Back to work, you two! This village isn't going to rebuild itself!" Astrid strode proudly up to them, giving them both a deft slap on the arm to get them back up. Their dragon looked on in amusement as they once again picked up their hammers and continued to beat the planks of their house back into shape.
"... They punched me."
"Huh?" Tuffnut turned to his sister in confusion. She was looking dead ahead, her hammer hanging loosely by her side.
"You asked, a long time ago. 'What did they do to me'? Well, there's your answer." She sniffed, looking down at her unfinished work. The dragons were watching on intently. "Still kinda hurts..."
"Well, don't worry, sis, 'cos next time I see them, they're totally going down..."
Around the village, the same thing was happening to every house. Every single Viking, man, woman or child, was hard at work getting the village back to how it was. Starting with the houses, Hiccup's plan was to work outwards over the still-scorched ground, salvaging everything that could be salvaged and making up the rest with fresh wood from the forest and fresh metal from the forge. In fact, Gobber and Grump had never been so busy, so much so that Hiccup himself was actually having to help him out. The skills he had learned from the Blacksmith so long ago finally came into play for real, though the chief was certainly a little rusty.
His mother stood by, watching curiously from the sidelines, though she should have been overseeing a group of builders. Cloudjumper had been left to encourage them by himself, but he didn't seem to mind at all. His thoughtful rider was intrigued to discover what her son had been doing all the years she had been away.
There was a certain vanity to the silver-blue day, the little clouds skudding by on the brisk, chilly wind. There was a threat of snow in the air, a bite of cold winter approaching, but all the Vikings felt confident that their village would be perfectly ready to cope with it when the harsh winter wrapped it's claws around them. The optimism had lifted the spirits of all of the townsfolk, and Hiccup could feel the relief, palpable in the air, as he dropped his tools for a well-earned break.
"So, what do you think?" He called across to his mother, who smiled at him as he approached. "Is it beginning to look like Berk again?"
"Och, it certainly is!" She laughed, grabbing her son by the shoulder and giving him a mighty pat on the back. Her eyes were filled with an infectious, child-like joy that Hiccup found he could not resist; soon, they were both laughing together, at nothing and at everything, as the blue sky watched on from above.
And that's it. The End! Don't forget to R+R, I really appreciate it!
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Storyline and Events are copyright of me, Dissidia180 2014