" Remember, under no circumstances do you not follow the plan." The boy's voice draws out over the moving ship as it slows to port. Nods are seen from all of the men on board.
A few minutes go by as the ship steadies; the sound of wood hitting wood sounds out as the ramp hits the dock. The boy sharply whistles a tune before quickly moving the boy with two men following him down the ramp and making their way across the dock. As the boy walks across, he spots three people up ahead waiting for him.
A big man with the puffiest beard the boy has ever seen stands in front of the group. At the man up front right is another muscular man. The boy also notes this man's missing body parts. On the left of the man up front is the last person in the group. Being a scrawny boy, the boy also takes note of his missing leg.
Taking the initiative, the boy stops walking not far from the group ahead. " Greetings, my name is Ingerson. I apologize for coming so suddenly unnoticed, but my group is in some need of help." He finishes with a polite smile on his face.
The big man up front looks Ingerson up and down for a moment before speaking," My is the Stoick The Vast, Chief of Berk. Tell me, Ingerson, what do you need us Berkians help with?" The Chief's voice booms loud enough for the whole island to hear.
" Good Chief of Berk, Me and my men are travelers who follow the wind." Ingerson starts, not fazed by Chief's voice, which would intimidate lesser men. " Though after almost running into a devastating accident, we have decided we are down following the wind and need a map." Ingerson finishes explaining, looking embarrassed.
" I see," Stoick says before turning to discuss something with his group. A few moments go by before the scrawny boy runs off somewhere back to the village, and the Chief turns back to Ingerson. " We would be happy to provide you with a map if you do not mind me asking you a few questions, Ingerson."
" Not at all good Chief, please ask away," Ingerson replies, with his polite smile and all remaining on his face.
" Alright then," suddenly Stoick's face turns more serious. " If you are a traveler, as you say, where are your weapons and armor? The ocean is a dangerous place, you know." Stoick asks as he begins his questioning.
" Good Chief, we do indeed possess weapons and armor, but to show we mean no harm, we opted to not wear them," Ingerson answers, his politeness not dropping from the bigger man talking more seriously.
Stoick nods in seeming approval," Alright, next, where is it you and your men come from?"
" We come from the island of Gard. A small island, I am sure you have never heard of it, good Chief."
Stoick ponders this answer for a moment before once again nodding. " Last question, how many dragons have you killed on your way here?" As the Chief says his last question, he and the man next to him tense in anticipation.
" I know this may seem strange, good Chief, but me and my men have never killed a dragon. We have indeed fought them, but only in self-defense." Ingerson pauses to take a breath. " I think they are magnificent creatures and have spent a part of my life studying them and learning about them." Ingerson finishes his lengthy answer.
This shocks both Berkians to their bones, and they become stunned. However, this lasts only a few moments before they both start laughing their heads off. Seemingly having expected this Ingerson does nothing but wait for the two men to stop laughing.
The Chief is the first to recover. " Apologies Ingerson. I did not mean to laugh at you." The Chief is seen still holding his stomach while speaking. " Just I have only ever heard that kind of talking from very few Vikings," the Chief finishes saying.
With his polite simile not having dropped throughout the conversation, Ingerson replies to the Chief. " It is understandable, good Chief. I would have laughed too if I heard that from another Viking."
" Well, we have delayed this long enough; let us get you that map," Stoick says starting to walk towards his village with everyone following in tow.
(Hiccup pov)
Well, this has been a pleasant turn-off event. I think as I watch my father keep trying to deny something in return for the map he gave to Ingerson.
Hearing what my father has to say about him. I have no doubt Ingerson is a good person.
He is friendly and likes dragons. That last one was a real shock when I heard it from my dad.
I always had the idea that other Vikings just hated dragons. Guess I was wrong, though the even more shocking fact is he supposedly knows a lot about them if he does study them. " Hiccup."
I got to ask him everything he knows about them. He must have a lot of knowledge since he travels. Fishlegs would sure like to question him. Actually, now that I think about it. I should introduce him to the group. I am sure almost everyone in the group will like him. "Hiccup!"
Yeah, everyone except for Astrid. She does not trust strangers easily, and Ingerson's appearance does him no favors in making him appear trustworthy, no offense to the guy.
Well, I would have to ask my father first, and there is the fact that I do not know if he is even staying here." Hiccup!"
Yeah, slow down there Hiccup. Don't count your yaks too soon. "Hiccuppp!" I jumped slightly from hearing my name yelled. I turn my head and see my dad looking at me with a stern look on his face. " Yeah, Dad?" I ask my father while thinking this does not do me any favors in asking my father for permission.
" Son, you never mind." My father shakes his head before talking again. " What I was trying to tell you is that Ingerson and his men are staying on Berk for the meantime. Turns out they are running lower on supplies than they thought. " My father stops and smirks before continuing, " I was going to take them to the newly built spare houses on the west side of the village, but that's your job now son " My dad finishes telling me.
I let out a sigh." Alright, Dad." I say back before turning towards Ingerson and his men. " Come on, I'll show you the way there."
( End of Hiccup POV)
" You have my thanks for bringing us here," Ingerson says to the departing boy. The boy waves, " No problem." Once the boy is gone, Ingerson walks into one of the houses. He walks up to a chair and sits down before turning to face his two men.
" you, " he points towards one of them. " Go tell the rest of the men on the ship to get set up in these houses." The man sounds a yes Chief before running off to do as he was told.
Having done that, Ingerson leans back to relax while looking out the window at the bright moon. His peace is interrupted when a voice speaks. " Chief, if you do not mind me asking, would it not be easier to raid these people."
Ingerson does not say a word and instead closes his eyes and rubs his head. " Um, Chief, " the man speaks again. " Ingerson opens his eyes and stops rubbing his head." Did you know your voice sounds like my uncle?" Ingerson begins while looking at the moon once again.
The man becomes confused at this question but answers nonetheless. " Um, no Chief, I did not know." Ingerson turns away from looking at the moon to stare at the man. " I hated my uncle, so I suggest you stop talking. Also, stop asking questions your small brain can't understand the answers to." Ingerson stands and makes his way to a room. The man gulps and nods.
As Ingerson opens the door, he says, " Tell everyone to not be disturbed until tomorrow." Not seeing if the man nodded, Ingerson closed the door. He makes it to the window and once again stares at the moon. This time, seeing something fly in the moonlight. " Raiding can not be possible after what I have seen. That boy, I can tell he will be a thorn in my side the moment I spotted him from my ship." He grips the window frame in anger and cracks it. Suddenly, he starts chuckling.
" I can not deny how interesting this is all now, how cousin would be seething if would find out what I know, and he does not. I wonder what tomorrow will bring." Ingerson turns heads for the bed in the room.
Oh, what a wonder this. This occupies Ingerson's mind as he sees what can only be a mess. Dragons and their so-called riders fighting. Over what, Ingerson could not be bothered to remember.
The day started out very well, with Ingerson walking around Berk and getting to know the people and where everything was. That all changed when Hiccup came flying, down on a night fury of all things.
" So you are telling me you train and fly a night fury," Ingerson says with disbelief at the sight in front of him.
" Yep," was all the boy in question said with his chest puffed out.
After Hiccup had told Ingerson that his father, Ingerson had learned yesterday that the man was the Chief. He still had trouble believing this scrawny weak arms and leg boy was related to the biggest man Ingerson had ever seen. Had given him permission to show Ingerson the rest of the dragons they had trained.
Some questions about dragons and a denied ride, and here he was now. " Barf eat Snotlout, you too, Belch." A boy (Ingerson thought) yelled while pointing to the now-named Snoutlout, who was on a monstrous nightmare. " Hey, don't tell my dragon what to do, " yelled back another boy who looked similar to the other boy, perhaps twins, Ingerson thought.
" Hookfang, show them who's the best," Snoutlout yells, and the now-named dragon simply throws his rider off his back. " Come on we talked about this, " Snoutlout yells again while flying away.
Luckily, they are not all like this, Ingerson thinks and turns to look at the saner dragon riders and dragons. Them being an excited chubby boy, a girl who has not stopped glaring daggers at him, and Hiccup, who looks embarrassed.
Their dragons are a gronckle who is sleeping, a deadly nadder standing next to the girl, and Toothless standing next to Hiccup, Hiccup having told Ingerson his dragon's name. Ingerson walks over to them.
Seeing Ingerson walking to them, Hiccup apologizes to him. " Sorry, they are not always like this."
" It is quite alright I'm more than happy just to see Vikings riding dragons," Ingerson replies. Hearing that, Hiccup lets out a sigh of relief. Before Hiccup can say anything, he gets interrupted by the girl." Yeah, of course, you would say that, huh Mr. Viking that likes dragons."
Hearing that, Hiccup turns to the girl. " Come on, Ingerson is a nice guy." The boy gets in response to a huff from the girl. Suddenly realizing Hiccup turns around to look back at Ingerson was about to say something when. " Is it true you study dragons!" He gets interrupted by the chubby boy.
Not startled by the boy, Ingerson calmly replies. " Yes, I do study dragons." Like the boy struck gold, his eyes light up rapidly begins to ask questions.
" So how many dragons have you seen, what are their diets, what color were they, how much do they weigh, which one was your favorite, and my name is Fishlegs." As this happens, Hiccup can only shake his head in dismay.
Keeping up with the boy, Ingerson responds to each question. " Too many to count. Many like to fish, and some even eat eels. Every color you could think of, my personal favorite would have to be a scauldron, and it is nice to meet you Fishlegs."
" Ooo we have so much to talk about, and I have so much to write in the book of dragons." Fishlegs excitedly says.
" book of dragons?" Ingerson asks.
" Oh, the book of dragons is where we keep all our knowledge on dragons and how to train them." before Ingerson can respond to the boy. " And you can not see it," Astrid says sternly.
Hearing this, Hiccup excuses himself before he walks himself and Astrid away. Their dragons follow them. " So, in my opinion, the gronkle is the best, especially my Meatlug, who is just the cutest thing." Fishlegs begins again after Hiccup and Astrid leave.
" Um, Fishlegs, as much as I would love to talk to you about dragons, I'm afraid I have to go with my men and restock our supplies," Ingerson says abruptly.
" Oh, um no, it's cool, I get it," Fishlegs says, wearing his disappointment.
" Until later than Fishlegs, tell Hiccup my thanks for letting me see the wonder of Vikings riding dragons," Ingerson says before leaving the dragon academy.
As Ingerson is walking, he whispers," Idiots." He continues walking as he thinks about one particular thing. The book of dragons.
Hopefully this chapter isn't that bad. I have never written, first POV so hopefully I didn't do too bad, and leave some helpful criticism if I did please.