The Friendship

Chapter Two | Five Years ... Earlier?

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~HICCUP~

Wham! Suddenly, the sky was a battle-zone, all of the common dragon species swooping down and around, breathing fire before them. Somehow, Toothless and I were still airborne, when we should have been plunging into the murky waters far below them, as we were just struck by a bolt of lightning. Vikings and dragons were in combat on Berk, and the sky was a ferocious red, lit by the fire from the dragons. Toothless hovered, in awe at the sight before him. That was his mistake. A net was catapulted in our direction, gluing his wings to his sides. We were descending from the sky... we were going to drown... Toothless was struggling against the knotted ropes, not just to save his own life, but his rider's as well... Toothless couldn't save them... I took out one of his own inventions: a blade coated in Monstrous Nightmare saliva. Slicing away the ropes that chaffed Toothless' wings, I held onto the handle on his saddle, and together we soared back into the air, surveying the situation. Toothless shot a plasma blast through all the havoc, sending a nearby house erupting into flames.

"Whoops," Toothless said guiltily, trying to maneuver his way out of the disaster area.

"What was that?" I asked incredulously, still in shock from watching the house be obliterated in seconds.

"It's a—a—a—choo!" another was blast shot in the direction of a catapult, turning the base to charcoal and causing it to topple over into the sea. "A dragon cold," the dragon said sheepishly.

The villagers were in a panic when they heard someone shout the words.

"Night Fury!"

"Get down!" another warned, and immediately the small community protected themselves with their many wooden shields. A bright ball of luminous plasma went rocketing towards another catapult, where a burly Viking with a red beard plunged into the sea, as the flaming Monstrous Nightmare he was battling flew off. With another shot fired at the catapult, it too, tumbled into the ocean.

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The Night Fury went whizzing past, not stopping until it was well hidden in the shadow of darkness. "Another Night Fury? Why is it attacking Berk? Why are we attacking it? What in the name of the gods is going on?" I asked furiously.

A scrawny figure was running towards a cliff, carting a wheelbarrow in front of him. As Hiccup strained my eyes to see better, the boy set up what he now saw to be a strange device that was similar to a crossbow in looks. The sound came again. The high-pitched whistle Vikings only associate with Night Furies. Toothless veered into the edge of the forest, close enough so he and Hiccup would have a good enough view to observe the thin figure. The boy fired a bola at the Night Fury, and the dragon was struck down, giving a cry of distress. It must have had landed off Raven's Point, but Hiccup had no time to pinpoint the specific location, as the boy was excited he was successful in bringing the beast down from the sky. "Oh, I hit it. Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" he cried out joyfully. Behind him, a Monstrous Nightmare as red as the fire it could breath came climbing onto the cliff. Turning around, the brown-haired boy lost any sign of excitement on his face. "Except for you," the boy said to the Nightmare.

He gave a terrified screech as he fled from the dragon. The freckled boy hid behind a post where at the top, flames lapped at the night sky from a enormous bowl to attract the winged creatures. The dragon merely conjured a fiery blaze to remove the post from its path. As the boy glimpsed around one side of the post, the Monstrous Nightmare sneaked up around the other, took a deep breath and—

The red-bearded Viking lunged himself at the dragon, shielding the boy from harm's way. Pivoting to face the Monstrous Nightmare, the man as thick as a barrel straightened his crooked Viking's helmet. "You're all out," the broad man stated when the Nightmare failed to produce any fire. With a few good swings and kicks at the beast, the dragon retreated back into the sky. the post had turned to ash, crumbling and causing the caged flames at the top to tumble down through the village, burning the nets trapping the different dragon species and allowing them to take almost all of the sheep and fish Berk had in their clutches.

Ashamed, the boy apologized to the bearded Viking. "Sorry, Dad," he said guiltily, as the village watched their loot of food be taken away. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury," the son of the respected Viking tried out, hoping for some sign of approval. He didn't get any.

I watched, feeling like an alien as the scene that I had lived through once before played before my eyes from a different point of view. "Are you following this, bud?" I asked Toothless, making sure Toothless knew what I had realized quite a while ago. Toothless, keeping his glossy, green eyes on the villagers gathered in a circle, only gave a slight nod. My attention was brought back to the father and son when the father began to yell.

"Stop! Just... stop," the Viking said in his strong voice as he calmed himself down. "Every time you step outside, disaster falls! Can you not see I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here, and I have an entire village to feed!"

The chief was furious, but the boy found this a good time to crack a joke. "Eh, between you and me, the village could with a little less feeding, don't you think?" the scrawny boy commented, loud enough for the rest of the village to hear.

The boy's dad was now furious. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I—I can't stop myself! I see a dragon, and have to just kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad."

"Oh, you are many things, Hiccup, but a dragon-killer is not one of them. Get back to the house. Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."

A shorter, stockier man took over this job, keeping close behind the chief's son. Other teenage Vikings were laughing at his most recent failure, but the green-eyed boy just kept his gaze on his feet as he and the man left for his house.

I turned to the only other being who knew what he did on the current matter.

"Hiccup?" Toothless asked hesitantly, worry clearly shown across his face.

"Yes, Toothless?" I responded, my voice neutral, still trying to comprehend everything.

The dragon paused before he spoke. "How will we get home?"

My friend had caught me off guard. I didn't expect Toothless' question, but I supposed any others were already answered. "I don't know, bud. I don't know." I turned back towards the village. The chief's son ran away into another part of the forest as soon as he got home. I thought, to find the Night Fury.

I know you're all wondering, "How did I know the Viking with the red beard is the chief? How did I know where the boy was going?" If you haven't caught on already, that man was my father. And the boy? That was me, five years ago.

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Sorry about this chapter, you already know all of this. We're actually going to get somewhere next chapter, I promise. On a different but not completely unrelated note, did anyone notice Hiccup's scar that Valka mentions in the second movie? I mean, I noticed it, but it wasn't until like, the seventh time I saw the first movie after How To Train Your Dragon 2 did I realize it was the same scar! I felt like my mind had been blown; I was staring it in the face (quite literally) and I never saw it until yesterday(Feb. 12th, 2015. The date is more so I know when than for you.) HTTYD2 came out June 13th, 2014(the date will forever be burnt into my brain), which gave me... SEVEN AND A HALF MONTHS TO FIGURE THIS OUT! I am ashamed. And you call yourself a HTTYD fan, DragonMaster1908? I'm sorry for this rant too, but I thought if anyone would understand it would you guys. Remember to comment, vote and share!