Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon, and knowing my luck, I probably never will. All rights go to the author of the books, Cressida Cowell, and the company that made the much-loved films and series, Dreamworks. However, I do own Brenna Bloodsword and Starlight the Night Fury, as they are my OCs. This disclaimer will change over time, as I may add more OCs to this story.
A/N: Here's a code I made up for you so this is easier to read.
Bold: Dragons are talking
Italics: Humans are thinking
Bold italics: Dragons are thinking
Underlined: Any language being spoken that isn't either Norse or Dragonese by bilingual/multilingual characters. It will be written like this for humans:
*Language goes here "Insert speech here."
And like this for dragons:
*Language goes here "Insert speech here."
If a dragon and human say the same thing at the same time in the same language (e.g. Brenna and Starlight both speaking Norse/Dragonese), every other word is both bold and underlined. If it's only one word, then it is every other letter.
If there isn't a language in front of the speech, assume that they are speaking Norse if they're human and Dragonese if they're dragons. Sorry about giving such a long A/N, but I felt I had to explain this for you.
Ruffnut and Tuffnut were bored. Granted, they were always bored, but now they were really bored. There were no interesting pranks to pull. They were banned from yak-tipping, which was their usual favourite thing to do, and Barf and Belch were asleep. "What do we even do?" Tuffnut groaned.
"We could fight each other," Ruffnut suggested.
"No, even that feels lame." Ruffnut and Tuffnut laid on the floor while staring up at the sky. Even the sky looked boring.
"Our humans are bored and it's making them sad," Barf said to Belch.
"I know that, but how do we help them?" Belch asked Barf.
"We have to find them some excitement," Barf said. "Something interesting. And someone will help us with that."
"Which someone? There are lots of someones around here." Conveniently, Brenna walked by, smiling as she talked to Astrid. "Oh, you meant that someone."
"Are there any other someones that are quite that interesting?" Barf asked, and they laughed.
Brenna was explaining to Astrid the history of magic weapons. "There are many ways to magically bond a weapon to one specific person, but the best method in terms of both strength and longevity is blood," Brenna explained. Astrid winced.
"That sounds painful," the blonde said.
"I know. It's deliberate, actually. Separates the power-hungry cowards from actual warriors that are ready to kill and to be killed."
"Ah. That makes sense." Astrid winced as Brenna twirled ribbons of fire around her fingers like it was nothing. "Doesn't that . . . hurt?" she asked Brenna.
"Not much. The more you use fire magic, the more heat resistance you build up and the less pain you have," Brenna explained. "Makes sense, since I work in a forge. Don't want to burn myself, do I now?"
"I suppose not," Astrid muttered.
As the girls talked, Barf and Belch made their way over to Brenna's house. Sure, they couldn't read like that nerdy Night Fury Toothless, but they knew Brenna had interesting things in her house. That plant was awesome, for a start. And their humans could read her cool books of magic . . . probably. Barf and Belch weren't entirely sure that their riders were literate.
They snuck in through a window and searched the house. Everything looked interesting, but they had to pick something that would be easy to carry. Something like a book. Like the book on her bed, for instance.
"Here you go," Barf said, spitting the book into Ruffnut's hands.
"What is this?" Ruffnut asked.
"One of Brenna's dumb books. What are we even supposed to do with this?" Tuffnut asked. Barf and Belch stopped smiling.
"We didn't actually get anything good?" Belch asked Barf.
"I thought that this was one of the most valuable things that Brenna had," Barf said, crushed. As they sighed in defeat, Ruffnut began leafing through the notebook.
"Wait . . . this is interesting," Ruffnut said. "This . . . this is explosions and awesomeness and traps! Barf, Belch, you found us a book about traps! Great!"
"Wait . . . this is Brenna's book, though . . ." Tuffnut mused. "So it's not actually explosions and traps."
"We screwed up, didn't we?" Barf whimpered.
"We totally screwed up," Belch moaned.
"It's magic explosions and traps!" Tuffnut cheered. "And they even come with instructions! How convenient is that?"
"We might even learn magic!" Ruffnut cheered, holding the book up to the ceiling of their shared hut. "Barf, Belch, I know what we're going to do today!"
"Yes!" Barf and Belch cheered.
Brenna was wiping Night Fury drool off of her spare prosthetic leg when she heard the screams. At the same time, she heard Ruffnut and Tuffnut's cheers.
Something was wrong.
"What the hell is going on?" she muttered, as she and Starlight went to investigate.
Ruffnut and Tuffnut were having a blast . . . literally. They had constructed a crude slingshot and were firing miniature explosives at the yaks. They laughed and cheered as she approached. "There's our generous benefactor!" Ruffnut cheered.
"What does that mean?" Tuffnut asked.
"Don't know, but it sounds cool. Hi, Brenna!" Ruffnut waved.
"Why are you calling me your benefactor? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE MY NOTEBOOK?!" Brenna snapped.
"We're having some magical fun! See you around!" Ruffnut and Tuffnut chorused as they flew off on the backs of Barf and Belch.
"We made our humans so happy!" Barf giggled.
"I know!" Belch squealed. "Wait a minute; what happens next?"
"We'll find out as we go, I guess."
Brenna and Starlight rushed over to Stoick in a panic. "Something bad has happened," she panted.
*Norse "Ruffnut and Tuffnut have one of Brenna's books," Starlight explained.
"I'm going to need a bit more information than that," Stoick said.
"The book contains all of my pranks that I pulled and detailed instructions on how I did it. The twins now have that book. I don't know how."
The colour drained from Stoic's face. "You mean . . . the twins have your book of pranks?"
"Yes," Starlight and Brenna chorused.
"Understood," Stoick said, striding away. Brenna and Starlight looked at each other with confusion.
"That . . . wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Brenna said. They jumped a half-foot in the air as they heard the bellowing of a horn.
"THE TWINS HAVE ONE OF BRENNA'S MAGIC BOOKS OF PRANKS! SHELTER IN PLACE!" Stoick yelled. People screamed and ran, and Brenna sighed.
Norse "This is worse," Starlight said. They flew to the arena and found Fishlegs sheltering under a tree that was too small to hide him.
"AAH! Oh, thank Thor it's you," he sighed. "Where is everyone else?"
"Hiding," Brenna told him. "Let's get you somewhere where you're less . . . visible."
"How? If I move, I'll be spotted."
"This is where magic comes in." Brenna's arms moved in circles to create a portal and dragged Fishlegs through it. The beefy nerd found himself inside of the witch's house. "We should be safe here."
"In your house?"
"Yeah. Why not?" Brenna asked.
"What if the magic stuff hurts me?"
"It won't. I control that stuff. You're safe. And while we're here, we'll need to figure out a plan. What have they done so far?" They heard a cheer as the twins threw a fireball at a house, narrowly missing it.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Fishlegs squawked.
"Ah, they found my plans for the makeshift catapult," Brenna sighed. "Lovely. Just lovely. If they want chaos, I'll give them chaos."
"How?"
"I have magic, remember? And I have a lot of experience in giving people a hard time in the name of revenge," Brenna said, getting herself an axe. "Starlight! How do you feel about completing a vengeful reconnaissance mission?"
"I'm in," Starlight said. "Wait, what are we doing, exactly?"
"We're getting my old prank book back," Brenna said.
"Nice," Starlight said.
Brenna and Starlight crouched down behind an overturned cabbage cart as Ruffnut and Tuffnut unleashed chaos. "How do you plan on getting to them?" Starlight asked.
"You create a distraction, and I steal the book back," Brenna explained.
"Why do I have to be the distraction?" Starlight complained.
"Would you rather steal the book?"
"Yes, I would, actually. Night Furies are creatures of stealth. I should steal it back and you can distract them."
"Fine," Brenna said, walking over to the twins. "What the hell have you done to my book?" she yelled at them.
"We haven't done anything! We need to keep it nice and not-broken if we want to actually do stuff," Ruffnut said.
"I can't believe that you stole a book that belongs to me from my house just so you could pull more pranks on people!" Brenna yelled.
"You should believe it! Pranks are our life!" Tuffnut cheered. And that was when Starlight swiped the book.
*Norse "Gotta go!" Starlight said, rushing away and spitting out the book into Brenna's arms.
"Run!" Brenna grinned, giggling as she jumped onto Starlight's back and the two flew off.
"Catch them!" Ruffnut yelled, as she rallied Barf and Belch into recapturing the priceless book. "We need that book!"
"It's my book!" Brenna said. Starlight blew a raspberry in their direction and flitted between a small gathering that Barf and Belch were too big to get through.
"Dang it!" Ruffnut snapped.
"Up we go!" Barf and Belch chorused, soaring up to see where Brenna and Starlight had gone. They spotted a black blur going inside the local jail, and they dived towards it.
It was a trap.
"Hey, who locked us in?" Tuffnut groaned.
"That would be me," Brenna said. "And that's for stealing a very dangerous magic book from my house!"
"Oh, come on!" Barf whined.
"We only did it because our humans were bored and we were saddened by it!" Belch pleaded.
"Still not an excuse!" Brenna yelled. Barf and Belch shrank back, eyes wide and wet.
"Sorry," they muttered.
Brenna took the book and went to the chief. "This is going to be awful," Brenna said.
"But we have to do it," Starlight pointed out. "And this is not your fault. People will understand."
"This is all her fault!" Mildew yelled, as Brenna approached the Great Hall. "Throw her off the island, and her dragon!" Several murmurs of agreement followed this sentiment, and Brenna wanted to shrink down to nothing.
"What happened to 'people will understand'?" Brenna asked sarcastically.
"I . . . overestimated," Starlight said, giggling nervously.
"Brenna Bloodsword, what do you have to say about this?" Stoick asked.
"This isn't my fault! Ruffnut and Tuffnut stole my book and went nuts!" Brenna said. "If someone were to steal your axe and cut off someone else's arm, you shouldn't have to be blamed for it just because it's your axe."
"She has a point," Gobber said.
"She has books full of magic! Get rid of her!" Mildew implored.
"If it's really that much of an issue to you, then let's have a little wager," Brenna said. Her eyes glowed blue and she started to chant. The book floated towards her as black tendrils snaked towards it, enveloping it in its tight embrace and holding it in the air. Mildew whimpered and cowered behind Fungus until the chanting had stopped. "There we go. Now wait there." She disappeared through a portal, leaving everyone confused.
"Dragon, where did your human go?" Mildew demanded.
*Norse "Stay there and she'll come back," Starlight said. Brenna came back holding a sack of gold in one hand and wheeling in a large box.
"Here's the deal," Brenna introduced. "That book is imprisoned in a new magic case to stop anything like today from happening again. Anyone that can get this book out of its new prison can get this sack of gold and everything in this box." Brenna opened the box to show off a gleaming pile of weapons. "To prove that you have done it, come to my front door with the book undamaged in less than a week. So, who wants to have a crack at it?"
Vikings cheered and roared, brandishing axes and fists to get the job done.
"You've just given everyone in the village an impossible challenge," Stoick whispered in her ear.
"I know, but I'm a little rusty and I need to know I did a good job," Brenna said.
"Brenna that is evil. Good job," Starlight encouraged. "Now, let's leave and go home."
"OK."
Brenna watched for days as people tried and failed to get the book out of its new prison. This should be good. "Is anybody going to get that out of there?" Starlight asked.
"Not if I did my spell work properly," Brenna said. Toothless, for some reason, decided to step up to the plate. "Toothless, I didn't know you were interested," Brenna teased, as the Vikings laughed.
I'M NOT. I JUST WANT TO TEST AN IDEA.
"Sure, what idea?" Brenna said.
YOU SAID NIGHT FURIES WERE IMMUNE TO MAGIC.
"Yes, Night Furies are immune to magic," Brenna said. "Why do you ask?"
IS EVERYTHING ABOUT A NIGHT FURY IMMUNE TO MAGIC?
"Sure it is. Starlight's messed up so much of my stuff just with her chewing on it," Brenna pointed out.
That was all Toothless needed.
He went to a small bucket of water and swilled it in his mouth before spitting it out. He drew himself up onto his back legs and uneasily waddled over to the floating book encased in its new obsidian cocoon . . . and licked it.
The cocoon cracked.
Like a creature hatching out of an egg, the protective layer cracked and eventually broke, the book falling out of the sky and landing on Toothless' head. The young male dragon picked it up and gave it to the shocked witch.
"Oh. You've won," Brenna said. "I'll get the rewards."
"No need," Toothless said. "I'll explain what I want you to do with it."
Stoick and Hiccup were rather shocked to see Brenna on their doorstep. "Brenna, is everything OK?" Hiccup asked.
"Toothless broke the spell I used. These rewards are supposed to be for him, but he has instead given them to you," Brenna said. "He told me Hiccup should have the money and Stoick should have the weapons." She placed the box and the bag of money on their doorstep. "Good day."
Stoick and Hiccup looked at the resident Night Fury, who was peacefully asleep near the crackling fire. "Knew he was good for something," Stoick said.
"I could have told you that," Hiccup said, struggling with the money in the best way.