When a girl is only trying to impress her father on how she can kill a dragon, but somehow befriends the boy who can't.
BOOK ONE IN THE FREYA PETTERSEN SERIES
(httyd-dragons: race to the edge)
(s t a r t e d : M a y 2n d , 2022)
(e n d e d : -)
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The six teenagers sat together with their instructor, in the dining hall. Gobber making each one of his students name off what they had done wrong in the arena that day.
"Where did Astrid go wrong in the ring today?" He asked the group.
"I mistimed my somersault dive. It was sloppy," The blonde responded with a sigh. "It threw off my reverse tumble,"
"Yeah, we noticed," Ruffnut let out.
"No, no, you were great. That was so Astrid," Snotlout cood.
"She's right. You have to be tough on yourselves," Gobber advised. "And, Freya? What did you do wrong?" He leaned towards the girl.
"I would like to think that I did nothing wrong," She smiled.
"Freya,"
The girl gave him an eye roll and let out a sigh in the process, "I messed up my roll leading up to my target practice, making me miss my target,"
"Very good," The man cheered. "I know that was hard to admit," he gave her a pat on the back. "Where did Hiccup go wrong?" The group turned to the soaking wet boy standing at the end of the table, not realizing he had joined them. Hiccup picked up a plate of food and made his way down the table.
"Uh, he showed up," Ruffnut poked at the meat on her plate.
"He didn't get eaten," Tuffnut added.
"Everything," Astrid mumbled.
"He's never where he should be," Freya scolded, as Hiccup sat at the table next to them.
"Thank you, Freya. You need to live and breathe this stuff. The dragon manual," Gobber pulled out a brown leather book from the back of his fur vest.
He cleared the table with his hook, and slammed it on the table, "Everything we know about every dragon we know of. No attacks tonight. Study up," Thunder echoed off the walls of the hall, as the bigger man took his leave.
Tuffnut stopped what he was doing, "Wait, you mean read?"
"While we're still alive?" Ruffnut voiced.
"Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about," Snotlout pounded his fist against the table.
"So dummies like you have half a chance of survival," Freya stated.
"Oh! I've read it seven times. There's this water dragon that sprays boiling water at your face. And there's this other one that buries itself—" Fishlegs crooned.
"Yeah, that sounds great," Tuffnut interrupted him, taking his hand and closing his fingers together to indicate Fishlegs to stop talking. "There was a chance I'd read it..."
"But now..." Ruffnut trailed on.
"You guys read, I'll go kill stuff," Snotlout pushed the bench back that he was sitting on, as everyone else got up from their spot from the table. Fishlegs then tripped over said bench as he got up from his spot.
