How You Doing Insane Gang!
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The riders were out first, followed by everyone else.
Another chief spoke up laughing, "No offense Stoick but your finest warriors are nothing but teenagers."
Some others laughed along. Snotlout noticeably scowled.
"Aye, they are teens but they saved Berk countless times even at the cost of my son's leg."
Tuff elbowed Hiccup, "Always those leg jokes am I right H?"
He just rolled his eyes before pinching two fingers together to make a shrill whistle.
A black figure in the sky appeared and dive bombed straight to his side.
Chiefs and warriors alike gasped in shock and drew their weapons which Toothless bared his teeth at.
"This is a Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself but known to everyone on my island as Toothless."
"Kill it!" "Why isn't it attacking?" Voices cried out.
"He won't attack you because I trained him." Hiccup pointed out.
Toothless settled down on his haunches and a calming hand on his nose made his teeth retract.
"Berk is thriving only by the help of dragons."
Hiccup eased himself into the saddle. Some of the chiefs looked alarmed.
"What are you doing lad?"
Toothless spread his wings.
"In Berk, we don't fight dragons, we ride them."
Off like a shot, Toothless took to the sky. Hiccup allowed him to perform nearly suicidal aerial maneuvers. The crowd was amazed. Stoick nodded to the others to call their dragons.
Hiccup dive-bombed to the ground only to pull up last second for Toothless to fan out his wings to bring them gently to earth. The chiefs clapped while some still eyed the dragons suspiciously.
"You see friends, dragons have made life so much easier and not to mention the great defensive protection they bring," Stoick added.
He placed both hands on Hiccup's shoulders while standing behind him.
"That's why once Hiccup becomes chief he will usher in a new Berk that no other can challenge, they don't call him the Dragon Master for nothing."
"How many if your warriors can ride one of those beasts?" Someone asked.
"They are all here, the original riders that is, we are in the process of training more but these six are my most experienced."
"Are the rest of them as good as Hiccup?"
Snotlout was about to boast only to be elbowed by Fishlegs.
"Hiccup is the first Viking to ride a dragon, everyone that can ride is taught by him but I must say that our best fighter Astrid is a close second."
The warriors that followed their leaders out nodded in approval.
One of the youngest chiefs there was the most skeptical. He was in his early twenties and has been leading his tribe for almost half a decade.
"How sure are we that those beasts won't kill us the first chance they get?"
Hiccup crossed his arms. "The dragons only attacked villages because they were being threatened by the Dragon Queen, also known as the Red Death, I killed her when I was fifteen and the dragons have stuck by us ever since. "
"what does the queen look like?"
Tuffnut raised his hand, waving it around. "Oh! Oh! It's the most insane killing machine after the Screaming Death!"
Ruffnut nodded along showing how large the dragon was with her hands.
"It's huge! About the size of a small island!" "And then H and T came swooping down to face off," Tuff explained accompanied by a swooping hand motion by Ruff.
"They flew up and shot into her mouth causing her insides to go up in flames, H as knocked off T's back and falling into the inferno. The Red Death crashed back to the ground with this massive explosion—Ruff dramatically exploded her hands adding a sound effect—and that's how Hiccup lost his leg."
"You really like that story don't you Tuff?" Hiccup commented.
"Of course, the fighting, the explosions, you almost died! It was awesome."
"It wasn't just me, you guys helped out too."
Fishlegs raised a finger, "Thanks Hiccup hut we all know that you and Astrid are the best battle partners."
The young chief, Arne, leisurely made his way up to the front. "Hofferson? Alaric and Svala's daughter?"
Astrid placed her hands on her hips. "What's it to you?"
Ignoring her, Arne loudly proclaimed to Stoick, "She's of age Stoick, I must have her as my chieftess. Having one of the best riders will bring prestige to my tribe."
Hiccup and Astrid both bristled at the suggestion.
Stoick narrowed his eyes. "I cannot fulfill that request, Arne."
"Why? Is there a reason?" Arne's voice took on a hard edge.
Stoick stepped closer to him, chest to chest even though Arne was several inches shorter and not as wide.
The elder chief Torvald intervened between them. "We must keep the peace here, but Stoick why the sudden decision?"
Stoick exchanged a quick glance with Astrid. "I'm waiting for a better offer."
"A better offer! How dare you disrespect me and my tribe! I am the youngest chief ever!" Arne seethed.
Torvald laid a hand on Stoick's shoulder. "You know the laws, Stoick." He said quietly.
"Oh please, Astrid can take on anyone here especially you Chicken Neck." He pointed at Arne.
Gobber nudged Stoick, "If there is no reason not to accept the proposal it could mean war."
Astrid grabbed her battle ax from Stormfly's saddle. The dragon herself was getting agitated like her rider.
"I offer a duel if I win the proposal is off if you win—Snotlout snorted and interjected, "Like that's ever going to happen."—then I'm yours." Astrid proposed.
Torvald shook his head, "THe woman fought over cannot duel herself under Law 28."
Arne laughed smugly, "If there are no challenges then we need to start preparing our wedding."
The chief was about to reach out to wrap an arm around her waist when a fire blade blocked his path from her.
"I'll challenge you right now." Hiccup gritted.
"The newly acclaimed Dragon Master, can you wield that sword of yours or is it just for show?"
"Why don't you find out?" He lashed out only to be stopped by Snotlout and Dagur.
Arne was knocked down in the skirmish.
"You have yourself a deal Hiccup Haddock but if I win I want Hofferson and your head!"
I didn't think it would be this long but Part 4 will probably be the last.
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