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Chapter 1 At Last
This is Berk.
It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three.
Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless.
The people that grow here are even more so.
The only upsides are the pets.
Where some people have ponies or parrots...
...we have dragons.
A small dragon known as a Terrible Terror landed flat on the sleeping boy's face, chittering loudly.
Most people would be put off housing with vicious, fire-breathing reptiles.
The Terror gave the boy a friendly flame-burst hello before fluttering up to the shoulder of its master: a burly, dark-haired man sporting a scar from brow to cheek on the right side of his face. The boy took him in blearily.
Not us. We're Vikings.
The boy rubbed his face, checking to make sure his eyebrows were still there.
We can handle it.
"Rise and shine, Hiccup! Time to get moving," said the man. He moved to the next sleep
PerfectAstrid considered herself to have a high threshold for pain. She'd been scraped, scratched, cut, bruised, sprained all in the process of training to become the warrior she expected to be. She felt the pain but for the most part blocked the feeling. Physical pain was not fun, but she didn't try to spend too much time feeling it and letting it bog her mind down when there were more important things to worry about in life.Perfect in Fan Fiction More Like This
But for the first time in her life the pain was overwhelming, and she couldn't suppress her screaming. There was no ailment, none except to get it over with.
It was an annoying command said yet again, for what seemed to be times too many. The bossy vocals of the woman at the end of the bed, looking between Astrid's legsit made her weary and annoyed though she knew she shouldn't have been, the lady was only trying to help.
Though she was pushing, she had and had been for what seemed a day though the labor had only started a few hours ago.
HTTYD: SwimmingWhen Astrid had come looking for him earlier that day, Hiccup definitely had no idea he was going to end up on the beach, bare-chested and teeth clattering in protest whilst his girlfriend and the other teens were already busy swimming or dunking each other's heads. In retrospective, he knew he should have been way more reluctant to follow her when he'd noticed the way she and Gobber –out of all people- were exchanging mischievous and very much knowing glances. He would bet everything he had that the seasoned blacksmith had been perfectly aware of what was going to happen to his apprentice. Heck, he was sure Gobber was busy telling the story to Stoick and Spitelout this very instant.HTTYD: Swimming in General Fiction More Like This
Hiccup glared at the waves that licked the five toes he had left and sent uncontrollable shivers running down his spine. He wondered how Astrid and the others could ignore the actual temperature of the water. Sighing, he bravely dipped his right foot in the sea and immediately retrieved it,
HTTYD: Footprints Final PartThe moment Toothless understood what Astrid had at the back of her mind, he decided he liked her almost as much as Hiccup himself and began to nuzzle her to prove it, although the sudden move nearly made her loose her balance. But she laughed, and scratched the sensitive spot on the dragon's neck, earning an appreciative purr in return. Her fingers, although not as nimble as Hiccup's, moved in a confident way, showing no sign of either hesitation or fear, and when they eventually stopped dancing across his black scales and she asked him if he was ready to play his part, he stamped his front paws on the wooden floor in anticipation, his tail happily whipping the air.HTTYD: Footprints Final Part in Fan Fiction More Like This
She nodded, smiled, and made her way to the door when Stoick suddenly called her name.
"Is there anything I can do for you in return?"
Astrid hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she should say. It was pretty obvious that Stoick actually wanted to do something, but she couldn't think of anything sp
Training Day"Hiccup, would you get up and come here already!"Training Day in Fan Fiction More Like This
Toothless cracked an eye open and let out a displeased groan whilst Hiccup ignored Astrid's distant, yet exasperated voice and buried his face deeper in his pillow. There was no way he was getting up now. The sun hadn't even risen over the whale's road yet! And anyway, Astrid would not dare to enter his bedroom without his permission...would she?
No, Hiccup decided instantly as he got back to sleep, although imagining the contrary made a cold shiver run down his spine. No, she wouldn't. Toothless, on the other hand, was pretty sure Astrid was perfectly capable of rushing into his human's bedroom and drag him outside if she deemed it necessary. Which, judging by the way he could hear her storming up the stairs, she did. The Night Fury reluctantly got up and tried to nudge his rider awake before disaster struck, to no avail. Hiccup would not budge, and Astrid was getting closer.
When the black dragon heard the door being opened noiselessl
HTTYD: Footprints Part 1Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III felt drops of sweat travelling down his face. The combination of the heat of the fire and the concentration he needed when working at the forge made his now damp hair stick on his forehead. The blacksmith apprentice could not remember the last time Gobber and he had had that much work to deal with, no matter how hard he tried. Together, they had to handle the ever-increasing demands of all Vikings in Berk who had befriended a dragon of their own and needed custom-made saddles, complete riding gears depending on their respective dragons' breed and the riders themselves - and all the material that was considered necessary for dragon-training. Repairs were often needed, and on top of that, well, Vikings remained Vikings and still wanted their weapons, shields and armours to be taken care of.HTTYD: Footprints Part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hiccup even had had to make himself a particularly strict schedule in order to satisfy as many people as possible and be able to see the tasks he had been given th
HTTYD: Footprints Part 3However powerful a Viking Stoick the Vast was, he did not have the slightest idea in regards to how he was supposed to react in front of a tamed Night Fury that was apparently seething with literally burning anger. Every time Stoick took one tiny step towards the staircase that led to his son's bedroom, the black dragon displayed two rows of teeth which were as sharp as could be, and snarled viciously. Toothless's eyes had narrowed dangerously, and his tail whipped the wooden floor in agitation. Every now and then, the gigantic reptile would even threaten to shoot one of his deadly bluish fireballs but changed his mind at the last second, that is to say when Stoick went away from him and the stairs he was stubbornly guarding. For the umpteenth time that day, the mighty Viking chieftain couldn't prevent himself from letting an exasperated growl escape his cursing mouth. Ever since Hiccup came home that morning, the Night Fury had decided to sit at the bottom of the staircase, not lettinHTTYD: Footprints Part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
HTTYD: Footprints Part 2In theory, it was the easiest thing in the world. In practice, however, it was a whole other story. Hiccup stood on the threshold of the Hoffersons' dwelling which, by the way, had become somewhat bigger, due to a certain Deadly Nadder Astrid had succeeded in taming completely motionless, his fist raised in the air, seemingly ready to crash down on the massive wooden door. But Hiccup could not bring himself to actually knock. The freezing wind kept howling, sending whirlpools of snow that whipped mercilessly the faces of all who were crazy enough to dare exposing themselves to its wrath while Hiccup was getting lost in his thoughts.HTTYD: Footprints Part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Giving a sword to a Viking was anything but trivial. Quite the opposite, really. Swords were sacred for Vikings, and ranked on top of their most personal items. It was no wonder Vikings gave names to their cherished, long blades. Swords were no random weapon; they represented a warrior's very spirit. They were the soul one would bear on his/he