Disclaimer: I do not own the anime/manga "DBZ-DBS" or the movie "How to Train Your Dragon" (2010), and the only thing I own is my "Oc" along with this alternate/parallel story that I wrote for fun.
The Peculiar "Viking"
Chapter 1: Contempt And Surprise
"Talking"
"Thinking"
"KameHameHa!" Attacks / Skills / Ki / Techniques
Reading / News / Intercoms
It was night and visibility was almost zero at sea due to a thick fog, but thanks to the moonlight a striking island could be seen.
This is Berk... I'm not sure where it is. The village where I live is certainly tenacious... From what I have heard, I believe they have been around for several generations and their livelihood is hunting and fishing.
A small village was lit at strategic points by huge torches.
Plus, it has a beautiful view of the sunset... But we have a little big problem...
"Dragons..."
A boy with exotic black hair and flames of the same color was walking quite attentively through the town, but suddenly a dragon appeared two meters away from his position and without a second thought he had to duck to dodge a breath of fire.
Most people would leave, but Vikings are stubborn by nature... And why not! They steal our food! ... By the way, my name is Balrock.
The teenager (14) known as "Balrock" (Saiyan Name: "FurensÅ") has a semi-tan complexion and his height is 5' 9'' (1.78m). He has tousled black spiky hair that almost reaches his shoulders along with two locks framing his face and dark charcoal eyes. His clothing consists of a long-sleeved dark green wool tunic with brown leather laces at the neck and arms, a dark brown leather vest that matches his boots and black pants (which he permanently dyed with a viscous liquid) with laces at the ankle, all these clothes were somewhat worn.
Our beloved protagonist narrowly and scorched his beautiful tousled black spiky hair.
Yes... Balrock is a derivative of 'Balrog' which means "Demon of Power", quite original, huh?... I was given this name because according to my adoptive father he found me in the forest next to a large black rock, which had a rather strange appearance ... similar to a monster.
The Saiyan not only had to dodge the dragon attacks but also the Vikings who were fighting certain creatures.
"This attack is different..." muttered Balrock with narrowed eyes because there were too many dragons.
The dark-eyed charcoal teenager had to put that aside as he felt a great degree of hostility from the people around him.
What are you doing here, freak? ... Go home! ... What are you doing outside, freak? ... Get inside your house!
Our beloved protagonist shuddered at the cruel words of the Vikings, so he took several steps back to go to his wooden house in the forest, but someone stopped him in his tracks.
Balrock, you brat! What are you doing outside? Go help in the farrier's shop and get out of the way!
The teenager with tousled black spiky hair watched his adoptive father somewhat tense because this man was unpredictable at times, but as he almost always got it, the latter threw him a couple of meters away to go into the forest.
"That's Stoick the Vast, chief of the Viking tribe and my adoptive father..." thought Balrock so that curious onlookers would be informed.
The man (45) known as "Stoick" (Nickname: "The Vast") has a fair complexion and is 6' 7'' (2.06m) tall. He has long red hair and green eyes. Like almost all Viking men, he has a very large, muscular figure with barely visible freckles, and his hair is tied back in a thick braid. The braided trend continued in his beard, which is intricate in its many locks. His clothing consists of a large fur cloak draped over his shoulder, a dark green tunic from shoulder to knee, metal shoulder pads, a chainmail skirt with striped pants and fur boots. On his head he wears a large horned helmet supposedly made from half of Valka's breastplate. He also wears braces with rounded spikes around his wrists.
The Saiyan heeded his adoptive father's order and hurried to the blacksmith's shop to help, where he was greeted by the only person who treated him well, and this person greeted him as follows:
Nice of you to join the party, Balrock, I thought you'd been taken!
The coal-dark-eyed teenager rolled his eyes at the blacksmith's words.
"Hahaha... Very funny, Gobber," Balrock said expressionlessly as he removed his fur vest and instead donned an apron to begin work.
The man (50) known as "Gobber" (Nickname: "The Belch") is a white-skinned, large (5' 8''-1.75m), muscular and bald Viking with a long braided blond mustache and a single eyebrow, has dirty blond hair and blue eyes. His clothing consists of a tunic made of tan leather and cloth and a helmet with yak horns. He also wears a prosthetic left arm and right leg after a Monstrous Nightmare devoured both limbs during his youth. He also sports a 'prosthetic' tooth: a well-shaped stone.
The older Viking chuckled at the response of the boy he sees as a son, the latter had really grown up a lot because he had already surpassed him in height by a few centimeters and not to mention his physical strength that had surpassed even his own... So far he was the only one who knew this.
"Less talk and more work, son," ordered Gobber seriously because he too had noticed that this attack was different from the others.
Our beloved protagonist nodded his head silently, but he did so with a small smile on his lips because the older Viking was the only one who treated him well and this had been the case since he was a little boy when he started working in the smithy, he even saw him as a father... Though his "cheesy" thoughts were interrupted by angry shouts, among them was his foster father and this meant things were complicated outside.
"...Do you think I should help, Gobber?" asked Balrock as he walked over to look out the window at the battle between the flying lizards and the Vikings.
The crippled Viking looked up from his work, which consisted of hitting a red-hot sword with his hammer prosthesis and this white weapon when ready would be used for a battle in the near future against his greatest enemies, dragons.
"No, you are not ready yet," answered Gobber seriously and this was true because he was not sure what could happen if Balrock went outside to fight dragons, since the latter did not fully control his superhuman strength.
The teenager with tousled spiky black hair held his head low, grumbling things to himself... But suddenly his attention was diverted to a group of teenagers he knew very well and he prepared to introduce one by one said Vikings-in-training to the curious onlookers as follows:
"That's Fishlegs."
The boy (14) known as "Fishleg" (Surname: "Ingerman") has a fair complexion and his height is 5' 7'' (1.70m). He has a very large and stocky appearance and is the largest of all the Vikings of his generation (he would be second if Balrock were considered a Viking), has blond hair and green eyes. His clothing consists of a brown leather tunic, with a small Viking helmet with a pair of small horns.
Balrock's gaze shifted to someone else.
"That's Snotlout."
The boy (15) known as "Snotlout" (Surname: "Jorgenson") has a fair complexion and is 5' 3" (1.60m) tall. He is somewhat muscular. He has brown hair and blue eyes. His clothing consists of a helmet with spiral sheep horns, his tunic tucked into his pants with open seams at the chest and a black vest over it, armbands, dark gray on his arms, and matching leather boots.
Again the Saiyan's gaze shifted to two other people.
"Those two are the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut."
The girl (14) known as "Ruffnut" (Surname: "Thorston") is of fair complexion and her height is 5'7" (1.70m). Her attire consists of a light brown, light brown animal along with a fur-like mini vest and a dark blue tunic that reaches just past her hips and ends in tatters. She wears a grayish-brown mini skirt that also ends in tatters. Around her waist, she wears a metal and leather belt with a shield in the center. She wears dark brown leggings and dark blue furry boots. On her arms, she wears long, dark gray cloth armbands (somewhat similar to those worn by Astrid) that begin at the elbows and end at the wrist. A piece of cloth is tied between her index and middle fingers. Ruffnut's helmet is studded with four horns, similar to his brother's, though the horns are longer and thinner: the top two are thinner bull-like horns, while the bottom two horns are longer and curved. His hair is evenly parted slightly to one side and a short fringe on the left side of his face. She has two small braids above her ears and three long braids that reach her waist. Around her neck, she wears a necklace with a pendant of a dragon's tooth or claw. She is slender for a Viking and has tanned skin, like her brother, along with a pair of pale blue eyes.
The boy (14) known as "Tuffnut" (Surname: "Thorston") is of fair complexion and his height is 5'7" (1.70m). His clothing consists of a long vest of dark brown animal skin with a very light pale green tunic that goes past his hip. Around his waist, there is a brown sash. He also wears light grayish blue pants and dark brown furry boots. On his arms, he wears a long brown cloth armband that starts at the elbows and ends at the wrists. His helmet is studded and has four horns: the upper two are bull-like, and the lower two resemble ox horns. His long blond hair is unevenly parted in the middle and appears to have dreadlocks. He is relatively thin for a Viking and has tanned skin with dark blue eyes. The pendant on his necklace is a large claw or dragon's tooth.
Balrock shifted his gaze to the last person.
"And this is Astrid."
The girl (15) known as "Astrid" (Surname: "Hofferson") has a fair complexion and is 5' 4" (1.65m) tall. She is quite petite for a Viking, with blonde hair to mid-back combed in a braid down her back with bangs initially covering the left side of her face. She has a kransen with metal studs surrounding her head and light blue eyes. Her clothing consists of a sleeveless shirt with piping in various shades of steel blue, tan cloth armbands on her arms with a piece of cloth tied between her index and middle fingers, bicep wraps, a brownish red leather gladiator skirt with metal spikes, a dark brown skirt underneath the spiked one, and dark blue tights. Astrid wears a belt decorated with silver skulls with a pouch attached. She also wears metal shoulder pads that are attached to two silver skulls. She is often seen with a double-edged battle axe, which formerly belonged to her mother.
The coal-dark-eyed teenager didn't know what to make of the group of teenagers who had ignored him for... Always? Yes, they always ignored him or made fun of him, but oddly enough he didn't have some sort of resentment towards her or the other members of the group.
"Do you even like her, Astrid?"
Our beloved protagonist almost let out a shriek of surprise at the blacksmith's voice.
"What?! No! Of course not!" replied Balrock with a face as red as a tomato at his boss's question because obviously that question was very unexpected.
The older Viking laughed in great amusement at the reaction of his beloved blacksmith assistant.
"Hehehe... We'll talk about this later because now you have to sharpen this-"
NIGHT FURY!
An explosion caused a catapult to explode into dozens of pieces of wood and of course this brought screams of fury from all the Vikings on the island.
"Well, apparently they need me out there..." muttered Gobber with a worried expression as he saw that a part of the village was left in darkness. "Hold the fort for me, Balrock," he said as he removed the hammer from his crippled arm and replaced it with a double-edged axe instead.
The teenager with tousled black spiky hair nodded his head reluctantly and watched as the crippled Viking let out a war cry and then joined his comrades in the fierce battle against the dragons.
"... What do I do? I can't just stand by and watch them destroy the only place I can call home..." said Balrock to himself as he watched another explosion bring down another giant torch leaving another part of the town in darkness. "I can't watch this anymore!" he exclaimed as he grabbed some bolas from a rack and without wasting any time left the smithy at a hurried pace not caring that he had disobeyed his boss.
The Saiyan ran and ran, dodging Vikings and dragons alike, being very careful not to provoke an incident he might later regret.
"Where are you, lizard...?" Balrock searched with his gaze for the dangerous dragon that was camouflaged in the darkness of the night, but suddenly he saw something out of the corner of his right eye. "There you are, damn you!" he shouted, as he threw his throwing weapon hard.
The boleadora a cut the distance with the flying lizard in the blink of an eye hitting him squarely, where the latter let out a groan of pain.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Gotcha!" exclaimed Balrock very happy to catch and bring down the fearsome Night Fury.
Although to his disbelief the cursed dragon threw one more last attack before falling into the forest, this plasma sphere impacted against one of the giant torches and from then on everything became a complete disaster for him.
BALROCK!
The coal-dark-eyed teenager froze in place at the sound of his foster father's angry voice, but he had to turn around anyway... Although he did it slowly because he felt everyone's gaze on his back.
Look what you've done! I told you to stay in the smithy!
After being scolded and humiliated in front of the whole town, Balrock went crestfallen to his house in the forest without any escort and ignoring the angry looks of all present... Except Gobber, who only looked at him with sadness and a touch of disappointment.
Half an Hour Later
All the Vikings of the village were gathered at the Thing to discuss the future of the Vikings in the face of the dragon attacks that were becoming more and more consecutive and destructive.
"If we don't finish them off they will finish us off!" exclaimed Stoick with his hands resting on the large wooden table. "It's the only way to get rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it... the dragons will go away. The dragons will leave. They will find another home!" he assured loudly as he slammed his right hand on the table, but he was not satisfied and instead grabbed a knife and stuck it into the map.
Obviously all the Vikings present agreed with their leader.
"One more search before everything starts to freeze," Stoick asked his people in the hope that they would agree.
This time not many agreed with their tribal chief and they proved it in the following way:
Those ships don't come back... I don't think that's a good idea, boss.
The red-haired man sighed at his people's comments.
"We're Vikings. That's an occupational hazard," Stoick replied as if that was more than enough. "Who's coming with me?" he asked again with his eyes on the men and women present.
Even most of the Vikings present were reluctant to go on this new lost quest.
Count me out ... Today is not a good day for me ... I have to prepare my taxes.
The red-haired man expected these comments from his people, so he decided to change tactics.
"All right... Whatever stays will guard Balrock," Stoick said with his arms crossed with a smug expression because he knew this would change the minds of the Vikings present.
Most of them (except Mouth) paled at the idea of guarding that monster 'son' of Loki, so they immediately said the following:
To the ships! ... I'm coming with you! ... Count me in, boss! ... This time we'll find his nest!
The red-haired man observed with satisfaction this expected turn of his people because since he was a baby nobody wanted to get close to Balrock, and now that he was already a man even less.
"That's the way I like it," said Stoick with an amused smile. "Dismissed," he ordered his comrades.
A certain blacksmith seeing that almost the whole village was going on this expedition, also decided to go and he was doing so because he had to take care of the foolish airhead of the tribal chief.
"I'm going to pack my underpants," Gobber commented in a bored tone as he took another sip of his beer.
The red-headed man approached his old friend's table.
"No, Gobber you'll stay and train new recruits... Including, Balrock," Stoick ordered without hesitation which was actually surprising because even he was surprised to say those words.
The blacksmith from the Hairy Hooligan Tribe didn't even turn around to look at the red-haired guy.
"Perfect. And while I take care of that, Balrock can ... Wait, what?" said Gobber in utter disbelief as he turned around to look at the tribe leader.
The red-haired man formed a small, somewhat mocking smile as he saw his old friend's reaction.
"What you heard. You will train new recruits and Balrock is included," Stoick repeated with his arms crossed very sure of what he was saying... Although he hoped he wasn't in for another disappointment.
The blacksmith looked dumbfounded at the chief of the Viking tribe because he never expected this day to come.
"This is... Unexpected," Gobber admitted, still in shock and with his eyes on the mug of ale. "But, I'll do it. You'll see that I'll turn Balrock into the best dragon hunter!" he assured with a big smile because if he proposed something, he fulfilled it to the letter.
Stoick listened and watched his old friend rather skeptically because he didn't have much hope in Balrock, but he would give him one last chance to show him that he could be a Viking warrior and not a weird monster.
"I hope so."
With Balrock
Our beloved protagonist did not want to stay at home and stare at the wall for several minutes because he could not sleep, so instead he preferred to go outside and venture in search of the dragon he shot down... It didn't take him long to find his target.
"I wonder what it's like...?" Balrock was silent as he found what he was looking for in a small ravine next to a shallow lake.
The teenager with tousled black spiky hair watched the beautiful exotic creature in awe because so far he was the only person who had ever seen this species of dragon and live to tell the tale.
"So you're a Night Fury, huh?" said Balrock with a surprised tone, but suddenly his expression changed to a somewhat mocking one. "In that state you don't look very threatening, lizard-"
{LAUNCH!} {BOOM!}
The Saiyan narrowly dodged a plasma attack from the exotic dragon and the explosion it produced a moment later was undoubtedly very strong because a part of the cliff was shattered and melted... He was undoubtedly speechless for a few seconds to the satisfaction of the wounded dragon.
"Woah... That was great!" shouted Balrock very excited because the 'fire' of the Night Fury was completely different from the other dragons and even more dangerous. "Wait... I can't tell you dragon or lizard... Jmmm... What shall I call you...?" he muttered with a thoughtful expression, while at the same time walking in circles around the dragon.
The exotic green-eyed dragon grunted slightly at the word 'lizard' because he obviously didn't like being called that and having the 'human' walk around him without fear was humiliating for a creature as proud as he was.
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"I know!" exclaimed Balrock as he snapped the fingers of his right hand. "Thor! Your name will be Thor!" he said with a big smile because he was proud to think of a very appropriate name (in his opinion) for the exotic dragon that no Viking had ever seen.
Obviously the Night Fury didn't like it and his way of demonstrating was to launch his plasma breath, which again to his annoyance the "human" dodged it.
"Hehehe... I like that side of you, Thor," assured Balrock very amused as he shook off the dust and dirt from his clothes that had provoked the second plasma attack from the peculiar dragon with shiny black scales.
The Night Fury growled very annoyed to see that it was useless to get rid of this "human", but he was not going to give up so easily because when he could untie himself from the Viking weapon he would tear him apart and eat him... The latter was because he was very hungry.
In The Night
A certain teenager with eyes as dark as coal returned to his cabin at a hurried pace because he had forgotten that almost every night his adoptive father came to see him and today was one of those days... Although it didn't last more than five minutes and it wasn't a 'friendly visit', it seemed more like he was watching him to make sure he didn't do something that would harm the Vikings, obviously he didn't do it with bad intentions he just wanted to help.
"Balrock."
Our beloved protagonist froze in place and stopped his right hand on the doorknob.
"Y-Yes, sir?" said Balrock rather nervously as he turned around and met the massive figure of his adoptive father.
The chief of Berk's tribe was obviously not happy that his adopted son was not inside the house as he had ordered him, but he put that aside when he noticed the latter's condition.
"... What happened to you?" asked Stoick with a touch of surprise because he had never seen Balrock hurt... At least that he remembered.
The teenager with tousled black spiky hair formed a grimace as he remembered not wiping the dirt off his body, in addition to the several scratch wounds from a certain dragon. Although it was nothing serious because he managed to keep the situation under control... Well, he tried.
"I went to pee and... I fell," Balrock replied with a nervous laugh and his eyes closed because he didn't have the courage to look his adoptive father in the eyes.
The redhead obviously didn't believe that answer from his adopted son, but he didn't have much interest about what might have happened to him and, therefore, didn't press him.
"Yes, whatever you say... Tomorrow go with Mouth because he will start training you along with the other recruits to be a real Viking," Stoick said sternly because he didn't want any objections or complaints from his adopted son.
Although the Saiyan was grateful that his foster father didn't keep pushing for his injuries, but he put that aside the moment his brain processed the adult's words. He's obviously very surprised because he didn't expect this day to come, but for some strange reason he wasn't very excited at the idea of being a dragon slayer... Unfortunately he had no way of refusing a direct order from the tribal chief.
"Understood, sir," Balrock accepted without complaint the red-haired man's order because he didn't want to confront him verbally and this was because when the latter used words they were usually hurtful... He shuddered as he remembered the last fight they had.
The Viking chief nodded his head, satisfied at his adopted son's response, and was about to leave without saying absolutely nothing, but at the last moment he stopped short and turned his head slightly in the direction of the boy with exotic black hair.
"Y... Don't let me down," Stoick warned coldly because this would be the last time he would give his adopted son a chance... Because if he were to fail he would have no choice but to expel him from the tribe and exile him off the island.
The coal-dark-eyed teenager flinched slightly at the tone his adoptive father used.
"Yes, sir..." muttered Balurorock with his gaze on the ground because he didn't have the courage to look him in the eye... Yet.
Stoick didn't even take the time to turn around and continued on his way home to be alone with his self-destructive thoughts.
End of Chapter One
The chapter has 4200 words.
Uploaded: 05/22/23
Updated (Corrected): 07/25/23