MDM's Version of How to Train Your Dragon
A/N: I can't believe how fast I'm going with this! Chapter 3 already! Not bad for a newbie.
I hope that you guys can leave your thoughts about this story so far. And what you think of my OC characters? True, not much about them is shown yet. But you'll soon begin to understand them more.
Chapter 3, here we go!
Chapter 3
Viking Meeting
Over at the Great Hall, Stoick was discussing with the other adult Vikings about organizing another search party for the dragons' nest. Of course, he didn't get good feedback about his plan. Many attempts had been made to try and find it, but they were all fruitless.
"Either we finish them, or they finish us!" Stoick shouted, trying to persuade his reluctant crowd. "It's the only way we'll be rid of them!"
He then gestured down to a large map that was laid flat on the table in front of him. "If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home."
Stoick then grabbed a knife near him and stabbed it into the map, right where it was depicting the area where the dragons were said to live, the place that they called Helheim's Gate. A fitting name for such a place.
"One more search, before the ice sets in!" He announced.
"Those ships never come back." One Viking said. Some other Vikings agreed with him, either with their words or just with nods of their heads.
Stoick was not deterred, though. "We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now, who's with me?" He asked.
The group of Vikings were still hesitant to go with the plan. Stoick then tried a different tactic.
"All right, those who stay will look after Hiccup."
Immediately, every Viking agreed to the hunt, their hands raised up in the air. They certainly didn't to look after the young troublesome heir, even if his only friends could stop him from doing something crazy.
"That's better." Stoick said, then dismissed everyone.
Gobber yawned and stretched out his limbs. "All right, I'll pack my undies."
Stoick shook his head, coming over to him and stopping him from following the others outside. "No, I need to stay and train some new recruits, including Ragnar and Juno."
Gobber internally groaned. This wasn't going to be easy if he was going to convince his old friend to agree to his idea that he just had when he left the trio of friends back at the Haddock house. It would please everyone, especially Hiccup. He did have a point. How could he prove to be a real Viking if he never was given the chance?
"Yeah, and while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall." He then added sarcasm to his next sentences. "Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?"
"What am I going to do with him, Gobber?" Stoick asked with a heavy sigh.
"Put him in training with the others." Gobber suggested. He finally said it.
Stoick shook his head. "No, I'm serious."
"So am I. Ragnar and Juno would help me keep an eye on him. He will listen to them." Gobber said, trying to persuade his friend.
"I know that, but he'll be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage." Stoick said, his overprotective father mode on.
"You don't know that." Gobber answered back.
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't." Gobber tried to stop this from turning this into an argument.
"Listen. You know what he's like." Stoick said, standing up. "From the time he could crawl, he's been... different. He never listens, he has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him and the other two fishing, and he takes them hunting for trolls!"
"Trolls exist!" Gobber retorted. "They steal your socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?"
Stoick gave him a brief glare. At least he knew where the three friends got the idea from.
He then sighed. "When I was a boy, Gobber-" He started.
"Here we go again." Gobber muttered under his breath.
The story about his own childhood, when his own son is nothing like him. Well, not physically, but he does get his stubbornness from him. Moreso, the boy was more like his mother, who had died when he was just a baby. She didn't seem like much when one would first meet her, but she proved to be quite fierce when she needed to be. Hiccup hasn't found that part of himself yet, but if given the chance, maybe he could.
Stoick ignored him and just continued on. "My father told me to bang my head against a rock, and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. Do you know what happened then?" He asked.
"You got a headache." Gobber sarcastically guessed.
"That rock split into two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains. Level forests. Tame seas!" Stoick said before he sat back down next to his old friend. "Even as a boy, I knew who I was, what I had to become. Hiccup is not that boy."
"You can't stop him, Stoick." Gobber said. "You can only prepare him, and since you're also raising his best friends, you going to have to help them as well. I know it seems hopeless now, but the truth is that you won't always be around to protect them. He's going to get out again, whether Juno and Ragnar tried to stop him or not. He's probably out there now, with or without them."
They both had no idea just how right Gobber was at that moment.
A/N: Sorry again about another short chapter. Hang onto your saddles, though, because Chapter 4 will soon be posted, and there, a certain misfit Viking will make the iconic big decision that decides his destiny.
Got to fly! ;)