Brooklyn had now lived among the Vikings of Berk as a human for a week, feeling somewhat accepted among them with the exception of some of the other Teens.
Snotlout in particular always had eyed Brooklyn in suspicion, Brooklyn wishing he would stop giving him the evil eye. The only teen he found himself somewhat getting along with was Fishlegs who was a little more gentle.
When Brooklyn tried being friendly around the blonde female Astrid, she actually tripped him with her ax handle, Brooklyn feeling a bruise on his rump later, knowing now he had no chance with this girl like the many others.
Brooklyn inside was a little glad now he wasn't a gargoyle, since these Vikings hated dragons, they would for sure put his head on a spear.
One night however was when he would learn about how bad it was between dragons and Vikings. Brooklyn snoozed away in his cot, feeling rather exhausted from seeing everything that there was to be seen in this village until someone shook him awake, hearing explosions and screams from outside the house.
"W-Wha…!" Brooklyn gasped out, sitting up sharply and rubbing his eyes, seeing Hiccup there, a worried look on his face. "C'mon, Gobber needs us Brooklyn. Dragon raid!"
The former gargoyle swallowed at the thought of a dragon raid since this was his first one despite being here for a week, the two rushing to the front door, opening it up, only to be faced with a large red one with long wings. It turned, hissing, shooting a big flame at the door, Hiccup quickly shutting it, Brooklyn wincing, not wanting to get burned.
"Ok, what dragon is that one?" Brooklyn panted heavily, leaning against the door. This was going to be crazier than he had expected. Hiccup did his best to explain. "Monstrous Nightmare. It coats itself in its own fire. Also there's the Deadly Nadder, the Gronckle, and the Hideous Zippleback. Mostly the common dragon species that raid us. But there is also one that no Viking had seen yet."
Brooklyn tilted his head, curious and afraid to know what it was. "They're called Night Furies. These dragons never steal food, never show themselves, and never miss. But I can show you in the book later. We gotta get to Gobber." Hiccup said, pushing the door open again now that it was safe.
Brooklyn followed in Hiccup's wake, staring around in disbelief at the chaos; village houses on fire, and the dragons flying everywhere above him. He yelped when a Viking rushed by, Hiccup ducking when two others carried a log.
A Nadder had wound up shooting its magnesium like flame in their path, Brooklyn shielding his eyes, then seeing Stoick grabbing Hiccup's collar. "Hiccup! What are you both doing? Get to the blacksmith, now!" Stoick snarled, throwing Hiccup in direction of said building. Brooklyn turned to Stoick with a raised brow, wondering why Stoick was always so harsh to his son.
Soon the two unlikely friends reached the blacksmith where Gobber waited, pounding an ax. "Oh, nice of ye both to join the party! We thought you've been carried off!" He said, mostly doing the last few words to Hiccup.
Brooklyn put on his apron, hoping what he would do here will help the village though having lived here made him feel homesick for his clan. But, with his secret being kept, how will he tell them he needed to get home to another realm? Hiccup lifted a hammer onto the wall. "Me, no, I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."
Gobber grinned. "Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" Brooklyn mostly rolled his eyes at the dirty joke. These Vikings were just as bad mannered as he remembered from Hakon's tribe.
He and Hiccup grabbed a small enough sword to work on, Brooklyn pounding as hard as he could until spotting the other teens outside after a building had been set aflame again.
Astrid had thrown her water onto a building when an explosion happened behind her, Brooklyn noticing Hiccup staring at the blonde, a love struck look on his face. He smiled, knowing that look, nudging him playfully, making Hiccup flush.
"You love her, don't ya?" He teased, Hiccup rubbing his arms. "Uh, n-no I don't!"
Brooklyn just smiled playfully until he saw Hiccup trying to go out the window, well then at that moment Gobber caught him. The former gargoyle knew how much from their talks together that Hiccup wanted to kill a dragon to please his father.
Hiccup had a whiny look on his face. "Aw, come on, let me out please? I need to make my mark!"
Gobber rolled his eyes. "Oh, ye made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places! And I hope you haven't been encouraging him!" He said firmly to Brooklyn who held up his hands.
"N-No! I wouldn't do that! But Gobber? I have protected the village and the clan where I've come from. Please let me help defend the village at least." He begged too.
The blacksmith eyed Brooklyn's muscled arms despite not being as buff, and sighed, nodding. "Here, take this. You need it." Brooklyn grinned, holding the sword in his hands.
Hiccup folded his arms. "He gets to go?" Gobber pushes him back to the anvil. "Get back to work son." The man snapped, nodding at Brooklyn to leave.
Brooklyn gave Hiccup a little smile. "I'll be ok, don't worry." Brooklyn soon ran out into the village, hearing the roars growing louder again, ducking as a Gronckle flew over his head.
The Gronckle smelled him, turning about, baring its teeth and shooting a lava blast that Brooklyn dodged, going in another direction, hoping to find another dragon without tough skin to use the sword on. Since he faced a dragon with Arthur and Griff, Brook had no desire to try and be friendly with one.
When he was near one of the catapults, an eerie whistling sound came from the sky, making him gasp as a Viking scream; "Night Fury!"
A large blue plasma blast shot out of nowhere, knocking down the catapult, the force of the explosion knocking Brooklyn off of his feet, wishing he had his wings. From what Hiccup explained, the Night Fury was the rarest and deadliest in the world, and rarely seen as well.
Shaking his head, Brooklyn heard the whistling come again, and with all his might, tried throwing the sword right before the blast came but missed, until hearing the dragon shriek lightly, hoping he at least scratched it, grinning proudly to himself.
That was short lived as another visible dragon made itself known; the Hideous Zippleback. The two headed fiend hissed, the first sending green gas. Brooklyn yelped, coughing when smelling sulfur from it and trying to run, the other head making sparks. "Uh oh…" Brook groaned, a large explosion from the gas sending him flying, slamming his head against the wall then being knocked out again.
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Some time later, Brooklyn awoke to the sounds of mocking laughs from teens as well as the angry voice of Stoick. He rubbed his head. "What happen…?" He slurred, seeing the twins smirking down at him. "I'll tell you my friend, you just got Zipplebacked." Tuffnut jeered, pushing Brooklyn's shoulder and causing him to fall on his back, Brooklyn glaring.
"Not funny! I was almost killed!" Brooklyn growled, struggling to pick himself up.
Snotlout rolled his eyes. "Well, listen Newbie. All first timers get nearly killed. And Hiccup, he's being killed as we speak, and blabbing about shooting down a Night Fury."
Brook gasped, managing to get back to his senses, rushing past the bullies and through the crowd to find Stoick shouting himself hoarse at his son. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Agh! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
Hiccup shuffled his feet. "I-I can't stop myself! I see a dragon I have to just kill it, ya know? It's who I am dad."
Stoick had a hand over his eyes. "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them. And why, wasn't your friend protecting you?" He snapped, glaring over at Brooklyn who tensed, Stoick's disappointment sometimes reminding him at how Goliath would get upset.
"C-Chief. It's not like how—." Brooklyn begged, but Stoick held up his hand. "I'll give you only once. But don't fail to protect my son again like you promised." Stoick threatened, Brooklyn swallowing, figuring now that Vikings must keep their promises pretty seriously. He nodded in defeat.
"Gobber, get him back to the house. Make sure he gets there!" Stoick said to the blacksmith who smacked Hiccup's head lightly, Brook wincing but knew they were both in trouble. "I have this mess to clean up…" The chief grumbled.
Ruffnut laughed in her usual annoying way, Brooklyn staying near his only friend in the village to ensure the others didn't hurt him. "I've never seen a performance that badly, that helped!" Snotlout taunted.
Hiccup groaned dejectedly. "Thanks, I was only trying…" In response to the insult Gobber knocked Snotlout down, smiling with a wink at Brooklyn who secretly high fived him. Brooklyn had found himself growning an attachment to Gobber who had a lot of Hudson like character.
On the way close to the house, Hiccup was constantly blaming himself until Gobber gave him some unhelpful advice to say the least, the two going inside together.
Brooklyn sat down on the chair, rubbing his arm. "Well, that went great." He said sarcastically until seeing Hiccup packing a small bag. "And what are you doing? You're not seriously going after that dragon are you?"
Hiccup nods. "I have to if I'm to prove to myself to my dad that I can be like him. You can come if you want." He said, putting a dagger in his belt.
The former Second pondered that invite until he knew he had to, to ensure Hiccup was safe. "Oh, alright. But if we die, I'm going to kill you." He said in a playful way, punching Hiccup's shoulder lightly who laughed, the two sneaking out the back door together on their Night Fury expedition.