FoxLore

by FiveFunkyWords

An Oc insert into the httyd franchise, his name is Arne and he and Snotlout are buds, this is for httyd 1 it is a SLOW BURN won’t be any romance till rtte just hopeless pinning. Please give this a change lol

'This is Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.'

Berk is an island nestled in the North Archipelago, an island full of sharp rocks that stretch up to form a spiky mountain, behind that main spike other giant rock formations have formed around the island. Where the main spike is a small village sits, two giant carved stone vikings sit within the dark waters of the bay in front of the village, the two standing proud shield and sword in hand guarding the water, mountains and small village. The flames that are light within the mouths of the stone men glow ominously in the dark at night.

'My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new.'

The houses of the village are made of wood, and each shaped in a way that they look like the bow of a boat. Little designs and colors are painted or carved into the house, some resembling the head or maw of a dragon, and the paint lines the trim of the houses with a dull blue and red swirl. Each house, while similar, is unique in its own way, a home to some resident of the village.

'We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have…'

Sheep graze the fields of their fenced areas lazaly within the night, their eyes glowing ominously within the dark. Within the herd one is swiftly snatched by taloned claws, the only sound being a swoop of wings and the alarm bleat of the sheep as it is cared off into the night. Once livestock now prey on the pests of this land.

The one sheep that was standing next to the stolen livestock freezes for a moment before moving to graze in the spot the other once was, not a care to the herd member just lost.

Horns begin to pierce through the night and smoke from fires quickly rise into the air causing the once clear starry sky to become cloudy with smoke, yelling begins to rise from the village along with the slamming of doors as the villagers rush into battle, axes and shields in hand.

One of these many doors is opened, this house being larger than others and painted a dull yellow and green color, the door however is quickly slammed shut as a blue spiked dragon shrieks and swoops down directly in front of the door and blast fire attempting to scorch the person within. The fire is just barely deterred by the door, the sparks and flames reaching through the cracks around the door frame, reaching and clawing within the home, and in turn illuminating a small lanky teenager. hiccup. " ...dragons."

The teen reopens the now sizzling and burnt door, spark glow bright red where the fire still clings to the wood, Hiccup pats the door trying to swipe off the sparks but quickly gives up in favor of running out into the growing chaos of the raid. He weaves through the growing mayhem as vikings of all shapes, sizes, and genders pour from buildings with battle cries ring sharp through the air and swords, axes, and bows raised to the sky, ready for the fight for their village.

Quickly more dragons flood in, the sky now flooded with dragons of all shape, size, color, and species, the flap of their wings causing the smoke to fly down and cover the streets below, causing a fog to spread through the village, filling the air and the lungs of the vikings. Sharp weapons of both sides rain at each other, talons, swords, spikes, arrows, axes and teeth slashing at each other, both groups fighting for a separate goal, but all with the intent to kill.

'Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.'

The alarm continues to bellow through the air, as chaos rains around the whole village. Adding to the sounds of slashing metal, the crinkle of fire, and the yells of battle from the viking men and women.

Hiccup darts through all of this weaving through alleyways in between homes and buildings, making sure to stay under eaves and roofs as he clumsily but swiftly makes his way through the battle.

'My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.'

A blast from a burly looking dragon causes one of the homes to explode sending debris, and people flying, most of which get right back to there feet, scooping their fallen weapon back into their hands and changing back into battle, one of the men is thrown into hiccup knocking him over, he then screams in the boys face axe lifted up "Arggghhhhh!" but it switches to a cheery face and he greets "Mornin'!" then getting to his feet and running off, axe held high and a battle cry belting from his throat.

Hiccup quickly gets to his feet, and continues to run past the giant men and women. Towering over him like..well. Towers.

'…Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggar…'

"What are you doing out!?"

'... Burnthair the Broad…'

"Get inside!"

'... Phlegma the Fierce…'

"Get back inside!"

'. Ack.'

He passes a silent ox of a Viking who was picking his ear. He looked like he was going on a stroll, not that he was in the middle of a raid.

'Yep, just Ack.'

Hiccup is continuing to scurry through the crowded when a large hand grabs the scruff of his shirt and holds him up, Hiccup who is used to just being grabbed randomly just accepts it with a sigh, that is quickly stifled when he sees its his father his face shifts to look sheepish and his shoulders hunch.

"Hiccup!?" Stoick asks incredulously, stressed over the raid and just wanting one thing to go right and now his son is out in the middle of a raid and- "What is he doing out again?!" He yells to the crowd of vikings around him, then snapping his head back to hiccup to ask "What are you doing out?! Get inside!" The flames illuminate his face and Hiccup can see his father's face in all its irritated and stress filled glory. He quickly sets the boy back down and looks to the sky searching, he has people he needs to lead.

'That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?'

Stoick spots a nadder flying overhead, he pushes back some of the crowd, grabs an empty wooden cart that sits near and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon from the sky.

'Yes I do.'

A blast from a separate nadder goes flying overhead, and explodes into a shed nearby, forcing the crowd to duck from the wooden debris being flung at them. Only stoick stands firm, watching the offending dragon fly south side of the village, he then brushes a flaming bit of wood that landed on his fur cloak before it could catch flame. The large Chief then turns to the crowd of vikings and barks out " What have we got?"

The viking nearest to him informs him of the sighting of tonight "Gronckles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh,and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

"Any Night Furies?"

"None so far."

Stoick sighs relieved at the good news that their village might be spared that night, the gods know they all need it. "Good."

"Hoist the torches!" shouts another viking within the village, and massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, they light up the smoky cloud filled night as well as the swirling of dragons overhead.

During this Hiccup arrives further in the village, where he quickly crosses an open plaza filled with men and women running to and fro, war cries crawling from their throats, and weapons raised high. Hiccup ducks into an open building that has a tall smoking chimney. He is immediately met with the familiar hot air of the forge, a pleasant difference from the ever so present chill from outside.

Waiting inside is Gobber, a peg legged, one armed hulk of a viking blacksmith who reshapes a blade with a hammer and a tongue that is attached as a prosthetic on his missing limb. Without turning around he greets the boy, "Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off."

Hiccup grabs a leather apron that hangs on the wall and swifty puts it on and ties the strings in the back, once his hands are free he put away Gobbers scattered appendages into the designated spots, each paced somewhere where gobber could see them and quickly grab them if needed. "Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup puts away the last of the limbs and turns to the large bond man and strikes a bodybuilder pose, a jab at his stature and physique.

Gobber glances at hiccup and huffs a laugh "They need toothpicks, don't they?" then turning back to work as it's a busy night, raid night rush if you will, and villagers are piling up trying to get new weapons quickly to get back out there and defend their livestock and homes.

Hiccup also gets to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as the crowd continues to grow for replacements.

'The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler.'

Stoick continues to bark orders at the men and women, all looking up at him to guide them to give them a task, which they swiftly follow. All eager to defend their home, their food, livestock, and families. "We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults."

Armed men rush past the group leading and flanking and those who carry sheep to safety, Stoick follows the group behind as a dragon strikes the roof, causing molten fire to burn through the wood.

'See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses.'

"FIRE" shouts a viking and in response the fire brigade charges through the plaza. Four teens from his age group. They are the North side fire brigade of the village, there is also a East, South, and West fire brigade, those are just assigned to different age groups. They are actually a bit bigger than this but that's due to his age group being the smallest in number. The four all help tug a large wooden cask on a wheel, from it they fill buckets of water to douse the flames. Hiccup's eye catches one in particular, the buffer and shorter of the two blonde girls in the group.

'Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout.The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And…Astrid.'

Hiccup's bored distracted expression shifts to a dopey smile at astrid, as he watches her dreamily as she puts out the fires.

"Out of my way!"

Oh and there goes Arne.

A small lanky boy with a similar build to Hiccup runs in front of the group, his rustic hair glowing red in the flames. He bares a fur cloak that makes him look smaller due to the volume of it. Makes you wonder how he has not overheated or caught fire from the flames of the burning village. He also wears a helmet that makes him stick out in a crowd, his helmet has a dragon's headplate running over the front and antlers that stick out almost like an adolescent male elk would. The helmet is a marker indicating he is the healer's apprentice, Gothi the village's official healer has one of her own but looks different then this one.

He easily weaves through the teens then the large vikings that are running through with experienced expertise using his small stature to squeeze through people quickly. He runs towards a downed man, who was hit by the blast of flames and debris from the house. Once by the man's side he crouches down next to him, he begins to look him over, looking for any major injuries on the man, which he finds. That being a large piece of wood from the now put out house piercing into his bicep. Arne hisses, "yeah you need Amma Gothi, I am not qualified to deal with that, sorry Kare."

The man waves the teen off, "I should have seen that commin', no worries Arne boy. I'm really only worried bout Gothi, each raid I end up in er hut, the old Grybba gonna wack me head in with er cane"

Arne smiles at the man, then turns and calls to one of the other teens. "Snotlout get your geit ass over er and help me lift Kare,"

Snotlout who was watching the adult vikings battle it out with the dragons with wonder snaps his head around, irritance on his face. But it turns more deadbanned when he sees it was Arne that called him over, he groans and jogs over to Arne, as he gets closer he loudly voices his complaints. "Why do you always call me over? How about you, oh, I don't know. Call anyone else?! I was busy watching the fight. I have dragon training next week ya know."

Arne who is applying some burn cream he keeps in a jar within his satchel to the mans burns, barely acknowledges this and asks, "Help me lift em wont cha, I can walk em to the hut, but I need help getin im up"

'Ah yes those two. Arne, much like me, is a runt, apprentice and grandchild of Gothi the healer of the village. You would think the runts would stick together. Two peas in a pot, but nooo. Unlike me Arne always knew what he was meant to be, and he's good at it.

And his friendship with Snotlout, if you could even call it that, is one of the most confusing things I've seen. The two have known eachother since they were babes but buttheads like two male goats. But if you see one of them the other is not too close behind.

Somehow Arne knows how to push my muttonhead of a cousin around like terrible terror does with a mouse. How? I have not one clue.'

Hiccup's inner monologue pauses and he slumps in the window watching the chaos unfold outside.

'Oh, they have such cooler jobs than I do.'

Hiccup then has an idea and he looks over at Gobber to make sure he's not looking then goes to launch in and maybe help Arne with Kare but gets dragged back in by Gobber to get back to work.

Snotlout and Arne lift the man up, Arne on the injured arm side as he knows how to avoid the injury and Snotlout on the non injured side. Once Kare is up Snotlout backs off and hands his spot off to Arne who swings around to take that spot, struggling to hold the weight, but still clearly able to handle it.

He then gets ready to start the trek to Gothi's station, which is thankfully not far when Snotlout speaks up "What no thanks?"

Arne turns and glares at Snotlout, "I have to go bring Kare to Amma Gothi. You can go back to watching the fight, don't get hit cause I won't bandage you up again" He says with no real truth to the statement. Although when he passes he reaches out and flicks the other boy's helmet off, Snickering as the helmet falls off his head and to the ground.

"Hey! My ma got me that helmet, be careful with it," Snotlout shrieks as he reaches quickly to grab it. Once it is safe back on his head, he glares at the back of Arnes head. "Oh but you have time to flick my helmet of course you have time to flick my helmet ," cMutters Snotlout irritatedly but it quickly forms into a quiet snicker as he turns to run off and continues his job of putting out the fires with the rest of the group.

Hiccup who is dragged away from his escape attempt through the window by a hook through the scruff of his shirt. He hangs limply and he is effortlessly lifted further into the blacksmith. "Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." Hiccup pleads to Gobber.

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." says Gobber pointedly as he releases Hiccup from his hook and turns to continue his work due to the business brought by the raid. But he still has his attention on Hiccups as the Teen speaks.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." Hiccup tries to reason with the man, his hands gesturing wildly as he speaks, only going to fall at his sides as he finishes.

Gobber who hands a hammer to a man at the window then grabs the next in line weapon which is a large axe surveying the damage on the blade then going fix and adjust it quickly all while responding to hiccup, "You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe…" a viking conveniently comes running by one of the other windows of the blacksmith and yells for a bola and Gobber swiftly and easily hands it to him while adding, " ... you can't even throw one of these."

The viking that was given the Bola hurls it at a dive bombing Grockle the bola wraps around its wings causing it to quickly and heavily crash into the ground and the surrounding vikings quickly pile atop its swords and axes at the ready.

Hiccup, who is ready for this question, lifts a finger in Gobbers direction and quickly shuffles backwards toward the back corner of the shop "Okay fine, but…" he then excitedly presents this odd contraption, " ... this will throw it for me." Hiccup then opens the hinged lid of the device, and an arm springs up,equipped with twin bows. They then launch a bola, which narrowly misses knocking Gobber in the head instead hits the viking waiting for their axe at the window. The viking that was behind them stares down at the man in shock.

Gobber also looks at where the man was more in exasperation then shock then sets aside the man's axe as he won't need it for the rest of the night, he then gestures at the odd device and says "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about."

Hiccup, whose shoulders are hunched, cringes at where the man was before looking at Gobber then defends himself with "Mild calibration issue."

Gobber goes to start talking again a deadband look on his face but is interrupted by a shriek from Arne,

"I JUST GOT BACK WHAT THE HEL HAPPENED TO GYLFI?"

Hiccup cringes further at that, and leans a bit to look back out and sees Arne just staring down at the man looking very stressed and baffled. He almost goes to call out an apology but he would rather not get the death glare that Arne is cooking up, so he goes back to looking at Gobber, an awkward quilty smile on the small teen's face. As Gobbers facial expressions seem to range from 5 different emotions till he turns back to Hiccup, "Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…" Gobber then gestures to Hiccup's general direction with a pained look on his face. " ... this."

Hiccup stares at Gobber astonished, mouth dropped "But... you just pointed to all of me."

Gobber smiles at the boy and snaps his finger of his one hand at the boy, "Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you."

Hiccup glares up at the man and begins to lift a finger threateningly at the large man "Ohhhh…"

Gobber then mimics back at the boy "Ohhhhh, yes."

Hiccup continues with his threatening puffing his chest out to see bigger, even though it did very little. "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw...Vikingness contained." He then pauses for a beat, and then adds "There will be consequences!"

Gobber stares deadbanned at Hiccup before he tosses the boy one of the dull swords. "I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."

Hiccup takes it begrudgingly, trudging it over to the grinding wheel before lobbing it onto it, then begins the sharpening process.

'One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here.

Nadders land, gathering like seagulls around a seemingly vacant house. "A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed." The Nadders clamber onto the building, tearing the roof and walls apart. Sheep pour out and scatter.

Elsewhere, hippo-like Gronckles pick drying racks, clean off fish and fly off like loaded pelicans. "Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend."

A stealthy, snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop, breathing gas into a chimney. "A Zippelback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status." A second head pokes through the door and lights it. The two heads fly through the explosion, their necks zipping together to reveal a single body. It flies past Stoick as he climbs to the top of a catapult tower.'

The man in operation of the tower points towards the nadder infested shed, of which previously held the frightened and targeted sheep "They found the sheep!"

Stoick shouts in Frustration then turns to the man and orders "Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" The viking man nods and directs the crew of what to do before shouting Fire! Boulders are catapulted into the group of Nadders. As they do this a new dragon appears, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky fire.

'And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

It emerges from the flames, climbing the catapult while baring its teeth to the large viking above. A deep guttural growl erupts from its throat in threat. Stoick glares right back down at the beast then quickly gives another order to the men next to him. "Reload! I'll take care of this." Stoick challenges the Nightmare, hammer held readily at his side, of which he quickly swings down on the beast's face, which causes the dragon to shriek and lash out at the man which he dodges easily. Then a loud ballistic moan strips overhead which causes the crew on the catapult to duck and stoick to turn his gaze to the sky for a moment before continuing her brawl with the spikey beast.

'But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the–'

"Night Fury! Get down!"

Come shrieks of terror all over the village which cause vikings everywhere to begin to take shelter swiftly. As this happens the sound continues, only growing louder like a shrill horn that seems to grow ever closer.

The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting, head snapping upward, and quickie beats its wings to flight. Stoick looks skyward in turn, and shouts a warning to the men on the Tower "Jump!" an order they all follow without hesitation, the catapult tower behind them explodes in a blast of purple light. The crew leaping away for their lives.

'This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and…'

The shrill horn recedes into the distance, leaving the once tall tower crippled in flames.

'...never misses…..

No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.'

Gobber trades his hammer for an axe. And turns to Hiccup "Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!" Gobber points a finger at the boy in warning "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean."He Then raises his axe and hollering a loud battle cry as he runs out into the fray. And Hiccup smirked as he was not gonna stay put here.

Moments later The door to the blacksmith slams open and out runs Hiccup pushing the wheeled contraption out into the plaza and to a path that leads higher up the village and to a cliff. He weaves through the ongoing chaos almost running into much of the vikings as he does so. "Hiccup, where are you going!" " Come back here!" yell the vikings who are still in need of replacement weapons. Hiccup does not stop however, only throwing a "I know. Be right back!" over his shoulder as he races up his intended pathway.

Arne who is dragging Gylfi, this time with Snotlout who is helping bring the unconscious man to Gothis station rather than put the fires out; as Gylfi is one unconscious and two larger than the previous man Kare that Arne helped bring to Gothi. Which just so happens to be located below her hut to make it easier for the raid.

Arne turns around to see what all the yelling was about and sees Hiccup barreling towards them, Yells a "watch it!" to Snotlout and pushes against Gylfi to move them to the left to dodge the incoming Hiccup and large machine behind them. The teen in question barrels past and narrowly misses ramming into Arne, the redheaded apprentice spits out a "watch where ya goin ye Dunga," while Snotlout at the same time yells a similar insult at the other scrawny teen for almost hitting Arne. They both glare in the direction of the runaway teen before adjusting to the viking they are dragging before continuing their way to Gothi.

In the South side of the village on the more plain-like portion of the village, the Nadders had courned the runaway sheep, they close in their wings held out and a shrill hiss leaving their beak like jaws. Before they could however, Stoick appears hurling fishing nets over the beast, at which stoick and his men dog pile the beasts. One blasts a hole through the net in an attempt to escape but Stoick leaps onto it using his bear strength to both the dragon and it maw down. "Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them." Stoick shouts in warning to the rest of the men.

Hiccup finds himself at the end of the pathway which leads to an opening face of a cliff overlooking the smoking catapult and drops the handles to the ground. He cranks several levers,unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his contraption. He drops a bola onto a chamber and then pivots the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky. He listens, with his eye pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger. He hears the warning horn that emits from the Nightfury approaching... and turns his aim to the defense tower. It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night. Hiccup mutters under his breath as he scans the night sky. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." he gets his wish as the horn comes to its peak and a purple light and loud shriek flies through the air, the blast slamming into the touch towers causing them to fall. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon and in turn Hiccup pulls the trigger. With a Snap the bola disappears into the sky, and a moment of quiet before a loud whack and screech fills the night sky.

Hiccup is shocked then overjoyed and he jumps back arms in the air and shouts "Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" hoping anyone, literally anyone saw. He gets his wish just not in the form he wanted. A Monstrous Nightmare slithers up over the lip of the cliff and hiccup quickly deflates dejected as he glares at the dragon. "Except for you."

Stoick who is holding down the netted Nadders as they are tied, hears a familiar holler and looks up at the cliff that overlooks the plain area and sees Hiccup running from a nightmare which is fast on his heels. Alarmed Stoick abandons the Nadders and runs off, nt before barking to his men an order "DO NOT let them escape!" before taking off after the boy.

With Hiccup running from the beast, Vikings scatter as Hiccup dodges from a near fatal blast from the Dragon, the fire splashes onto the building, sticking to the walls and setting it ablaze. Hiccup ducks to hide behind the last standing Brazier, which is the unfortunate last available shelter. The nightmare blasts it, as Hiccup stays there, his back pressed tight to the wooden pole, breathing heavily. He turns to peer behind the smoldering post and sees no sign of the beast until he turns back and finds it leering over him, blocking his escape. Before the dragon could strike the final blow Stoick leaps between them, tackling the nightmare to the ground. He tumbles with the thing resuming the fight that was interrupted earlier. The nightmare goes to blast the burly man but only coughs up smoke. At this Stoick glares threatenly " You're all out." He then delivers blows to the Nightmares face repeatedly, eventually driving it away, where it takes flight and disappears. Winded, Stoick turns to hiccup.

'Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know…'

The burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron

basket crashing. It bounces down through a pathway that runs into the village.

Down the hill Arne and Snotlout are quickly making there way towards the growing crowd, having an idea of what happening, of which Snotlout voices to the shorter, where he leans and turns toward the other "what fuckup do you think the Fifl did now,"

Arne side eyes Snotlout, but an amused smirk is on the teens face and he huffs a small laugh at the question and shakes his head. His eyes then look forward again and widen quickly at the flaming iron Basket is barreling towards them at high speeds he shrieks out something that could be a warning as he throws his weight into Snotlout launching the two of them out of the way of what was certain death via giant flaming wheel.

They watch it roll down further down the hill, Arnes arms still in a death grip around Snotlout's arms, their mouths dropped open and eyes widened in shock as they watch it and as other vikings throw themselves and drag others out of the way. It rolls right through the nest of nadders, the men who once held them long gone, having fled from being crushed freeing the bird like dragons, it rolls till it reaches one of the many cliffs and launches into the ocean. They then all gradually look back up the hill where the crowd continues to grow and where in the middle of it two vikings stand.

Hiccup who stands in the middle of the flames with an embarrassed look upon his face, his shoulders hiked up, and head lowered barely glancing at his father. "Sorry, dad." He mutters.

Above them the escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches. They fly above with hundreds of other dragons who also carry food within their talons, all dragons clearly leaving, indicating the raid is finally over for the night.

The crowd of Viking continues to grow as they wait for Stoick's response, some looking to him and other watching dejectedly as their food and livestock is flown away.

Hiccup then sheepishly adds, hoping they would believe him " Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." Stoick does not give Hiccup a moment more before he grabs the boy once again by his shirt collar scruff and hauls him away, fuming with embarrassment.

Hiccup attempts to get his father to listen, pleading and rambling up at the man "It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it–"

Stoick ignores him so he continues his rambling getting desperate " It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it–" He is cut off by Stoick's shout of "STOP" then the softening of the man's voice "just..stop." He releases Hiccup and everyone around goes silent as Stoick begins "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" stress from the night and recent events being released through his words.

Hiccup looks around at the viking and responds with "Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" At this a few viking frown and stir self consciously.

Now irritated again he raises his voice at the teen "This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" he then pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers and mumbles " Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

" I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad." Hiccup tries to reason with him but is once again turned down.

"You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." he says to his son, he then ends the conversation with a "Get back to the house" and turns to Gobber and says "Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up." before he lumbers off in the opposite direction.

Gobber motions for Hiccup to follow, which he does, his shoulder hunched, and eyes casted downward. His shoulders hunch further up and his head lower as he passes the North Fire Brigade, their snickers sending jolts of embarrassment through his gut.

"Quite the performance." Tuffnut says looking down at the small teen, his smile wide and mocking, his sister decides to join in by adding " I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!"

Trying to get them to go away or just maybe to talk so they don't he says "Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so…" he says as he walks by, avoiding Astrids heavy glare as he passes by. Gobber leads the boy to the dull yellow and green home which stands proud on a hill above the rest.

"I really did hit one." adds hoping that he could at least convince Gobber. "Sure, Hiccup." is the response he gets and he deflates but continues anyways "He never listens." Gobber rolls his eyes at this, "Well, it runs in the family." This does not deter Hiccup and he continues with his rant as he is led to the door of his home " And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." Once he reaches the door he turns to Gobber and begins to mimic his fathers tone of voice "Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fishbone."

Gobber holds his hands out in front of him in a 'calm down motion' and tries to reason with the boy "You're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand."

Hiccup just stares at the man and says with no real emotions "Thank you, for summing that up." Gobber tries again and adds this last piece of advice hoping the boy will take it to heart "Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Hiccup does not get any comfort from this and sighs heavily deflating in on himself and mutters before going inside "I just want to be one of you guys."

Gobber watches the boy go sympathetically, a sad look in the man's eyes. As he turns around and leaves the home. Little does that man know however that Hiccup snuck out the back to go looking for that dragon to prove he is a real viking.

Arne and Snotlout are at Gothis station below her hut. Snotlout is seated nearby sharpening his axe, it's his usual spot where he waits for Arne to finish up helping Gothi with the Raid aftermath injuries. It was a pretty tame night compared to most, injury wise. The only "severe" ones being Gylfi, Kare, and 5 others. And around 20 others with moderate to mid injuries that came over after to have them patched up.

Snotlout typically will help towards the beginning by grabbing things for Gothi or Arne, or helping with the occasional stitches when Gothi or Arne are too busy. He does not do the second one too often, not because he's bad but because he gets a little nauseous at the feeling of it, not that he ever admits that. He does all this not without complaint but never outright refuses to do so, but after they get through most he's not really needed so he sits in wait for the other so they can go run off around the village.

Arne is rewrapping the gash on Gylfi's head, who is out on one of the tables. He woke up previously but was sporting an awful headache so now was sleeping off the pain. He rants to the other teen, a heavy glare resting on his face as his focus is on attempting to gently wrap the last wound through his anger. "..and that elduhusfifl somehow manges to cause a whole tower to catch flames and almost kill 20 men and women with it rolling through the village, I genuinely don't understand how he does it. It's a gift from the damn gods he has not killed anyone,"

Snotlout snorts pausing from sharpening his axe to rest it on his lap and adds "I mean his only talent really is fucking up, all seems to be good at from what ive seen,"

Arne fishes the wrapping the gash, holding the end of the wrap down so the tree resin that is holding it in place dries in the right place, as he does this he adds "Maybe if he put the effort he puts into those contraptions, into….i don't know anything else. Maybe he won't be such a…." Arne trails off not wanting to say the end of that sentence as it's harsh, but he doesn't have to as Snotlout kindly adds "a fuckup."

Arne waves his hand in the air in a "so so" and says "I mean…" he trails off not quite agreeing but not quite disagreeing, but then turns to Snotlout leaning his weight onto the makeshift cot, careful not to touch the injured man resting. "Hiccup is smart, everyone can see that with the crazy shet he makes, but if he ye know…used that brain for anything else maybe he would be less of ae….. ye know" Arne trailed off not quite finding the words.

"A yackshit heir" Snotlout once again adds, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. Arne barks out a loud laugh that he quickly slaps a hand over "Snotlout holy shit don't say that!" He says all while covering his mouth to stifle his laughter as he walks towards the other teen. Once by him he slaps him on the shoulder lightly and mutters once again still holding shocked laughter "you can't say that oh my gods," he then turns and sits down on a box next to Snotlout's spot.

Snotlout is chuckling maniacally "what!? You know I'm right," they both begin to calm down but then they glance at each other and oh there they go again. Snotlout who is hunched over lifts a hand to Arne's shoulder to say something else but out of the corner of his eye he spots gothi, and bites his tongue to stop laughing but it does little to actually stop anything. He begins to tap Arnes shoulder trying to get his attention but he is hunched over wheezing.

Only when he grabs the other's shoulder and actually drags them up does the other see Gothi and he attempts to stop laughing. It's a miserable attempt but he manages out a "hi Amma Gothi" before they both are practically giggling into each other.

Gothi shakes her head and sighs, waving the two off indicating they could go. They quickly do Snotlout scooping up his axe all while the two push and shove each other as they run off, both throwing a farewell over there shoulder as they do.