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: Blackmail.Hiccup liked Gobber. A lot. But as he cast a look over his shoulder to see the huge amount of work that the two-limbed man had left for his apprentice, Hiccup decided he temporarily hated him just as much. The young Viking had been stuck within the heat of the forge since before the first beams of the sun could rise over the sea and the chances he would get out before it was setting again were, well, inexistent. Stoick and Gobber had left Berk together with a dozen of men in order to negotiate a trade treaty with the nearby if two hundred miles away could be considered as such- island of Crom, and Hiccup had been happy at first at the prospect of having more free time on his hands to spend with Toothless, Astrid, and the rest of his friends. That is, until he found the note Gobber had left in the forge Hiccup had actually managed to decipher the man's handwriting, which was really something to stand in awe of to make sure his apprentice would do what he was expectedHTTYD: Blackmail. in Fan Fiction More Like This
HTTYD: Grounded.If there was one thing Astrid completely and utterly hated above all, it was feeling powerless in front of any given situation. Every single Viking on Berk knew that. And, by all the gods and goddesses who lived in Asgard, the situation Astrid was facing right now was no exception to that rule. There were signs that proved it, and the main one was the absence of any living being within a five hundred meters radius a distance that was deemed safe enough to be sure you would not unfortunately end up falling flat on your face with one of the fair-haired Viking's infamous axes stuck between your shoulder blades.HTTYD: Grounded. in Fan Fiction More Like This
And to think the day had actually started well.
Spring or at least its Norse equivalent- had finally settled on Berk for about fifteen days, although very hesitantly at first, and the last thick layers of snow had completely melted and would not come back for a couple of months. The isle was dressing itself with radiant patterns. The trees had swapped their naked appear
Request: Happy BirthdayHiccup was outside.Request: Happy Birthday in Fan Fiction More Like This
Most other beings were indoors on the near-evening of a frigid February day. The sun was getting lower, behind the icy waters surrounding the Isle of Berk.
He had found himself alone, which was nicerare after everything that had happened. People had wanted to be near him, talk to him, hear his words on matters and thoughts and he still wasn't used to itnot when for so long it had been the complete opposite. He liked the interest people took in him and his opinions and his own knowledge now that he was considered a hero but yet there was something he had missed about solitude. Getting out there with just his thoughtsto really reflect on things without worrying what to say or do.
Astrid had spent more time with Hiccup and that was probably the best consolation from losing his leg. He liked herwell he had always liked her. She was pretty and a good fighter and he'd never have in a million years thought she would ever
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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