"Uhhm... Berk-Actual this Outpost-6, be advised we got a huge raiding party incoming. ETA is at best, 10 mikes. Over".
"Copy that Outpost-6, keep your eyes open for more, over".
"Copy all. Outpost-6, Out here".
And with that I welcome you, dear Reader...s. Anyways, welcome to my first and probably not final installment of How to Train your Dragon in the 21st Century. If you know me, you probably will know that this fic will be full of Action, Fluff, Tanks, Jets, Flying Tanks, Dragons, More Dragons and DRAGONS!
Alright, Jokes aside. Welcome here guys. I hope I'll have you here until the end of this fic. There isn't really much to say about this except that it's HTTYD 1 in the 21st century. Everything stays the same, Dragons, Vikings and the red death. BUT, them guys will have 21st century weaponry and Tactics and the Dragons have evolved to counter that, for example thick skin or fast as shit. And many more you will get to know later on in the story.
So yeah, in simple, this is my attempt on the first movie but in my own style.
I do not! I say again, I DO NOT own any of the used Characters down below. I ain't Dreamworks so please, for the love of god. Don't sue me, i'm broke.
So... without further delay. Enjoy reading!
This is Berk. Its 12 days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery!
My village, in a word, Sturdy. It's been here for hundreds of Generations but every single Building is new. Even though we build out of concrete and we don't have any Earthquakes. We have Fishing, Hunting and a charming view of the sunset... if there wasn't these FLAK clouds.
FLAK? Thank you for asking, yes FLAK, the german build anti aircraft round fired out of... anything we have laying around here really. And we really don't have many of those laying around anymore.
Why FLAK? Again thank you for asking! Like I said, even though we don't have Earthquakes these buildings have to be rebuild for a reason you know. And no, no we don't have Hurricanes, tornados or even Tsunamis. No none of that natural stuff. We have something way worse... we have...
Hiccup opens the door and peeks outside when a Nightmare comes flying and fires it's sticky Napalm like fire at him. Hiccup immediately closes the door and pants heavily while adrenaline pumps through his veins.
Dragons. Yeah, and that's the reason we have FLAK clouds in the air. By the way, funfact, Berk is considered to be the most and well armed Island in the northern hemisphere... what am i talking about, in the world!
Hiccup opened the door again and rushes outside. Making a full sprint from the top of the hill, where his house was located he stumbled over a lose rock and fell nose first into the dirt.
Yes, that's me. Hiccup. I know, great name, but there are worse. Parents think that hideous names would scare of trolls. As if our demeanor wouldn't do that already.
Turning on his back, he groaned as he massaged his nose. Suddenly a big man jumped over him with a Warcry. He had a Ops Core fast Helmet on with a pair of PVS 15s mounted on top. His thick beard slightly smoking, probably as he was fired upon by a Dragon.
Hiccup stood up and kept running down the hill as explosions lit the sky and the ground alike. Search lights exposed any hidden Dragons in the sky as the AA guns took them down. Red streaks of tracers, looking like Lasers swatted any Dragon it hit out of the sky. Their limbless bodies falling, either into the icy waters or smashing into the ground below.
Hiccup sped on the dirt paths where he was reprimanded by passing Vikings to go inside, until he wanted to cross a crossing when suddenly the road in front of him lit up with fire.
He was suddenly pulled up into the air by a strong hand. As he looked who it was he met the stern gaze of Stoick the Vast.
This is my dad. The aforementioned Bossman. He is what many here call the Chief. He's been elected many times over because of his superior leadership and just his legendary status as a Legendary Dragon Killer. There's a rumor going around, he ripped of the head of a monstrous Nightmare clean of its shoulders, barehanded. Do i believe it? Oh definitely.
"What is he- What are you doing here?", he asked. Without waiting for an answer Stoick shoved Hiccup towards the forge.
Stoick looked up into the skies as the hundreds of Dragons swarmed the airspace over Berk.
"Sitrep", he demanded one of his soldiers.
The man, trying to clear a jamming in his Rifle looked up into Stoick's unwavering gaze, "Gronckles, Zippleback, Nadders, oh and Ork raw and Monstrous Nightmare".
Stoick nodded in approval and went on.
On the stone pillars that where build like hundreds of years ago, once stood catapults. Now, we have modern Anti-Aircraft guns which shoot down these raiding Dragons with ease... if there wasn't one problem. You see, we have three of these stone pillars in the water, thus only three AA guns. We actually own six, but these are just reserve. In case of off the three get destroyed. And oh dear, they are getting destroyed in the last couple of raids. We actually had thirteen of these things laying around but they where getting destroyed at a really unhealthy rate.
You see, about these Dragons, I maybe am not the strongest nor the biggest person on this Island. But for what i lack in strength I make up for it with my mind. I'm one of the, if not the smartest person on this wet Rock. I am also the son of the bossman here. You might think this would give me an edge to the others here, but no. Since, like i said i'm pretty much the smallest and most fragile member of this... I gonna go out on a limb and call it a tribe. Alright, I see i'm getting ahead of myself. Back to the Dragons.
These Dragons are coming from somewhere, this ,"Somewhere", is what we call the gateway to Hell, or just the nest. We had search parties going for it, in order to find that thing but every time they'd get close to it. A mysterious fog engulfs them and their ships, this is then followed by some Draconic roars and screeches and then the fog would dissipate again, the only problem with that is then, there is no trace of the searching party left. We have reports of the Vikings that lived here a long time ago. In these reports it's said that the Vikings also tried many many times to search for the nest, but they failed miserably.
From this nest, all the Raiding parties come, it's always the same. Our Radar station in the west would contact our command center here and we would wrap up anything were doing and prepare for the Dragon raid. These raids consist out of various Dragon species.
A Gronckle bites down on a wooden stand and rips it out of the ground.
Gronckles, these chubby, Helicopter like fat asses are quite the nuisance for our troops. One, because they are really, and i mean really robust. Their thick skin tanks our AA shells like it's just a scratch for them. Their hard maze like tail can crush your skull like it's an eggshell. Taking down one of these things would get one at least noticed.
Suddenly a two headed Zippleback lands on a house as one head proceeds to fill the house with highly combustible gas. Once full, the other head ignites the gas with a spark created inside it's mouth. He brick house blows up in a fiery explosion, sending shrapnel all over the place, hitting various things and people.
Then there is the Zippleback. It's a rather interesting creature, there isn't much known about it other than it has two heads. If I would manage to bring one of these bastards down, I'd get double the points.
A blue scaled Nadder flies by and shoots it's poisonous spines with a deadly accuracy. One spine hits a man trying to ready his rifle. He immediately collapses to the ground as his whole body stiffens up.
Yeah, these things are nasty. Nadders are extremely quick and agile little shits. They can quite literally dodge bullets and AA fire in a deadly, yet beautiful dance of death as it makes all kinds of aerial maneuvers in the air that would make even a SU-33 Pilot jealous. It's said that their fire is the hottest among all of the Dragons, firing a white magnesium jet that could melt tungsten with ease. Along their hot fire they also have an arsenal of spines on their tails, ready at a moments notice to yeet them at any unsuspecting targets they deem a threat. These spines not only hurt like shit when they hit you, they also are barbed and poisonous. The poison won't kill you... in most of the cases, but it will leave you immobilized for a long time. If you're really unlucky you'd have to amputate something.
On one of the AA towers, Stoick, the leader of Berk is standing as three other men manned the AA gun.
Then there is the Dragon only the best of the best get to hunt down and kill. Many failed, but others, who managed it, are now considered heroes and the greatest Dragon hunters in Berk.
Stoick heard snarl and a hiss from over the edge of the tower. Looking down, he stared down the yellow eyes of the Monstrous Nightmare.
The monstrous Nightmare. This thing has not the toughest skin, nor is it the fastest or most agile Dragon. But man its one of the strongest of these flying lizards. It has a massive bite force, its Napalm like fire sticks to a surface and sets anything it touches in a fiery blaze of fire. Then there is it's body, this Dragon in particular has this nasty habit of setting itself on fire.
The monstrous Nightmare sets itself on fire as it climbs upwards.
Stoick turns to his men and holds his hand out as one of the men tosses him a Rifle. Stoick racks the charging handle and aims at the beast.
Knowing what's coming, the Dragon closes it's eyes and presents its armored chin as Stoick releases a hail of bullets. All of the bullets either deflect or get stuck in the skin of the Dragon. A devious grin spreads across the Dragons toothy mouth as it climbs the tower again.
But the most dangerous and capable of them all is the Dragon that nobody has ever seen. Neither on Radar nor with their eyes. It is said that encountering one and living to tell the tale is unheard off. The only thing we know of that thing is that it's skin in pitch black, making it impossible to spot, even with our search lights.
A ear piercing high pitch whistling rang throughout the air. The Nightmare sensing what's coming, put its flames out and looked over from where the noise came from. With a final glance at stoick the Dragon jumped and flew off into the night sky.
We call it the...
A Viking looked up as the Whistling grew louder, "NIGHT FURY!!", he yelled and went down low. Another one added, "Get down!", as the dreaded Night fury took out the AA tower.
"Jump!", yelled Stoick and jumped down onto the bridge linking the main isle with the AA tower. A purple explosion lit up the tower. The main support beams collapsed and gravity did the rest as the whole tower collapsed into the depths of the sea.
Hiccup entered the Forge, it was more like a workshop for assault rifles and other weaponry. A blonde and bearded man was singing inside it while working on a blown up receiver.
"Finally decided to show up, eh. Worried the lizards carried you off", he taunted as he switched the prosthetic from a hook to a electrical screw driver.
The meathead with interchangeable hands is Gobber. I worked for him since I can think. He was my main caretaker for the most times. Rumors say, my father dropped me off at his Workshop so he wouldn't need to worry about me screwing up something. Yeah... it stung a little hearing this but nonetheless, it gave me a reason to get better, better at fighting, better at being... being a Viking.
Yeah, we still call ourselves Vikings, even though the original Vikings died Hundreds of years ago, people say their blood is still flowing through our veins.
Anyways. That Night fury is a real threat to us. Ever since that thing showed up a couple of months ago, it made short work out of our Anti Aircraft guns. No one ever downed or Killed one... so this is the reason why i will be the first one to do so.
In the meantime the Night fury already destroyed the second AA tower.
"Where are the reserve AAs?", yelled Spitelout, the second in command and brother of Stoick.
The other meathead with black hair is my Uncle. His son, Snotlout as a real Pain in the ass. Since we could walk, he's on about him being the rightful heir to the throne of the Chieftain rank. Only because he's stronger and burlier. I'm a whole head taler by the way, just to clarify here who's actually the bigger one.
A explosion ripped a house apart and set various things on fire. A carriage with a big barrel on top was rolled by a blonde and burly boy, tailed closely by a batch of other kids his age. They all where carrying buckets and filled them with Water on the Barrel. Once filled, each one of them tossed the water inside the flames in order to put them out.
It's really astonishing that we managed to get our hands on AK-47 and M-16 Assault rifles, Anti Aircraft Guns, radars and God knows what else, but we didn't had enough money left to get ourselves a proper fire fighter brigade?
Two blondes, looking pretty much the same, fought over one bucket as they walked towards a crate that was blazing with fire.
These two are the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Everyone seems to forget who's who. Ruff is the girl and Tuff is the Male twin. These guys are like fire and Water, Air and Vacuum... fucking day and night. They could work together and be nearly unstoppable but they don't. Mainly because they have their own little fight going on between them.
The aforementioned blonde now tossed his own bucket of water inside the flames in order to put them out.
That big guy there is Fishlegs. He's a gentle giant. He's probably the closest thing i can call a friend. Well... in other words he's the only one who has not bullied me once.
A blonde girl, clad in a blue top and a spiked leather skirt threw her water on a plank of wood which was burning away. Seconds later a Gronckle fire ball impacted the nearby area and set off a fuel tank, creating a huge Explosion.
And that's, Astrid...
Hiccup had a dreamy and absolutely mesmerized look in his face. His voice did not fare any better
She's probably without a doubt the most gorgeous girl in our age group. Not only that, she has a brain and is not afraid to use it.
The little gang got together and walked in formation back to the barrel. It was really questioning if they really made a difference or just where there for show. But then again, put up a show for who?
Hiccup leaned out of the window, almost about to fall over when Gobber grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Oh come on Gobber, just once", Hiccup pleaded as his light frame was pulled back into the shop.
"Nuh uh, ye stay here lad, Bossman's orda'", Countered Gobber with a stern look on his face.
"Please Gobber, just one more chance, i need to leave my mark. And who knows, maybe i'd get a girlfriend".
Gobber had ,"You shittin me", written all over his face as he stared down Hiccups pleading gaze. "Trust me lad, ye left yer mark once to many times".
Hiccup's face went from pleading to determined, "I am going out there. And i will kill a Dragon!", Hiccup stated. Some Vikings walking past the window laughed at the comment. Hiccup glared at the back of their heads as they walked off, their rifles slung over their shoulders.
"Listen here lad. Ye can't even shoulder this guy here", said Gobber as he threw an AK-47 into Hiccups hands. The lighter boy almost dropped the rifle out of shock.
"See what I mean. Ye probably can't even properly use a 9mm pistol if ye had one".
Hiccup's face twisted into one of rage, "You will pay for this!", He stated, puffing out his chest, "You containing this raw Vikingness will cost your head!", Hiccup ended the sentence with a raised finger. Gobber on the other hand looked completely unfazed at the threat. Instead he pointed towards the AK rifle still in Hiccup's hands. "Recoil spring's broken. Replace it. Now!".
While Grumbling some curses, Hiccup went up to to his work bench and locked the Rifle in place and removing the dust cover to get access to the Bolt carrier group.
Some Vikings came by at the window a and tossed their broken rifles onto the counter as Gobber handed them replacements. Most of these rifles either had some nasty jams or just blew into the shooters face due to some malfunction.
Yes, we probably are the well armed Island in the World. But that fact won't help us if the guys handling these Weapons don't take care of them. The Vikings just use them and then stow them away somewhere in their home. No cleaning. That's why we have Gobber and me. The two most skilled Gunsmiths on Berk. I could disassemble an AK-47 in under a minute with my eyes blindfolded. These muttonheads can't. Mostly because they deem it unnecessary since we have us here.
"We need guys here!", came a yell from Outside the Workshop. Gobber's eyes immediately darted towards there and spotted some Zipplebacks surrounding an Viking group.
"They need me out there. You stay put", said Gobber as he swapped his arm prosthetic. Walking up to the door, he stopped in the doorway and looked back to Hiccup. "You know what i mean". With that Gobber bolted out of the Forge with a War cry.
You see, i'm somewhat of an inventor. Although my inventions often fail, or in newer cases decide to blow up in my face. My newest invention though, is going to work. I'm sure about that.
Hiccup snatches a satchel, almost as big as his self, and bolts outside the forge towards the cliffs. The satchel almost falls of his shoulders on multiple occasions and once almost off a ledge.
Once at the cliffs, he opens the zipper, unfolding the satchel, where a Bolt-Action Sniper rifle was hidden inside. He unfolded the Bi-Pod and laid the huge rifle on the ground. Inside the satchel he fished another item out. A single .50 BMG Armor Penetrating Incendiary Tracer round. He stole it from the armory a couple of weeks ago as his custom build was nearing completion. Loading it carefully into the chamber, he pushed the bolt forward and locked it in place. The last remaining AA Tower was his point of reference. All the calculations where done prematurely. The distance to the tower, the bullet trajectory and even the bullet weight where all calculated and written down in his trusty notebook.
Taking aim, he laid there. Waiting on something to happen. "C'mon... give me something to shoot at", said Hiccup to himself as he peered through the scope, he also, quote on quote, acquired.
Suddenly the high pitch whistling came again. Seconds later the AA tower exploded. With a gust of wind, something shot past the cliff, startling Hiccup.
Recomposing himself he shouldered the heavy rifle again and took aim. "There you are", he said as he saw the Stars blinking out of existence behind the Night furies silhouette. He took the beast behind his crosshairs and released a breath. Then he pulled to the right to accommodate for the speed of the Dragon and then squeezed the Trigger.
The recoil of the massive Rifle send Hiccup flying backwards. Lucky him, he didn't dislodge his shoulder. The hit he got would leave a nasty mark though. The rifle was completely destroyed. The barrel had somehow detached itself and was flying now into the depths of the sea below.
The single red Tracer screamed towards the nothingness of the night sky.
Hearing nothing but the echoing of the rifle, Hiccup gave up on the hope that he'd actually be a Dragon killer once, when a sudden pained screech echoed through the night sky.
A/N:
Hello there dear How to Train your Dragon fandom. It's me again. Yeah, i laid my hands again on a HTTYD fic, although this is more like a side thing. I had the idea lingering in my head for a while and now i decided to put it on Paper.
Like i said in the Pre Authors note, this is my own take on the first HTTYD movie... in the 21st century. Now, i try my best to not end like the series we DO NOT talk about, which coincidentally also plays in our time.
I never asked outright for any Reviews and here it will be the same. Although, reviews are always appreciated, I ain't pushing you to do anything here. Just enjoy your stay here.
Anyways, this will be a Hiccup runaway fic. NOW CALM DOWN! I can already hear the uproar coming, this is not the traditional Runaway theme, like he bails before the romantic flight or with the fight against the nightmare. Nuh uh, I'm different my guy. I ain't revealing to much so y'all have to read to know what the actual fuck i'm blabbering about.
As always, sorry for any typos or mispronunciations on my end, English ain't my native tongue.
Hope you enjoyed this here. See y'all next time!
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