Hiccup the Dragon Queen- Adopted

Berkians and Dragons

POV Snotlout

^What in Thor's name was that? Did I really see that?^ I thought, as I I walked back to the village in a daze, not realizing the sun was rising above the cliffs. There's no way that kid jumped onto the back of a dragon. Ever since I found out that Hiccup was actually dead, I hadn't got much sleep. I spent most days practicing my axe throwing, nights were spent patrolling through the village and the surrounding woods. 

^Maybe I should ask Chief Stoick to give me a day off or to so I can sleep^ I smacked my head at the thought. Why would I, the best Jorgenson in the village, bow down to a bit of sleep deprevation. I need to continue on, I must avenge Hiccup's death. I hardened myself and rubbed my thumb across the black scale on my axe handle. I would ask Gobber to put the gold one next to it, later. For now, I would go to the great hall and tell Uncle Stoick about what happened in the woods.

POV Narrator

The great hall towered ove the village, inside angry yells could be heard. Chief Stoick the Vast had called a meeting in the hopes of finding Astrid before the dangerous monster they called dragons, killed her. Stoik, Astrid's parents, and Gothi the Elder stood in front of the crowd of angry, loud vikings. Stoick's booming voice could be heard above the crowd, calling for silence.

"As of right now, no one is allowd to enter the dragon-killing arena is off limits. Whatever dragons are there will rot in their cells as punishment for their bretheren. Moving on the the matter at hand, has anyone seen any sign of Astrid or that cursed nadder?" Suddenly, the doors to the hall burst open and Snotlout burst through. 

"I have news, Chief!" Snotlout called.

"What is it, Snotlout? Have you found Astrid, or traces of her?" Astrid's mother said.

"No, worse."

"Spit it out, Snotlout." Stoick boomed.

"There was a boy in the woods. He was with a gold and white dragon. When I went to save the boy, he jumped on the dragon's back and flew away.

"Boy, have you gone completely mad? Why would a child ride a dragon?" Stoick hollered. 

"But chief, I saw it. I thought I was seeing things at first too but that boy really did ride a dragon." Snotlout pleaded.

"Everyone leave, let me have a moment with my nephew." Stoick called. The vikings left the hall and scattered through the village.

"Come here, Snotlout." Snotlout walked toward Stoick as he placed his large, burly hand on the young viking's shoulder. 

"Snotlout, I know it's been a little while since you've been in a class, but do you know what we now teach our children because of what happened to Hiccup?" Snotlout shook his head.

"Well," Stoick started as the walked through the hall and out to the village. "Since that incident, we now teach that dragons are far too dangerous for young lives. We have to teach the children to stay away from them until the are at least thirteen years of age. You and your group were a special case as you had been fighting dragons since the age of seven and, if the twins aren't dead yet, then you all must be doing something right." 

Snotlout chuckled at the joke his uncle made, but it was indeed true. The twins had been risking their lives since they were seven. With their goofy pranks and worships to Loki, the god of mischief, they've been suprisingly resiliant when it came to dragon hunting. 

"My point is, Snotlout, that this new generation needs a leader. I won't be around forever."

Snotlout stopped in his tracks. Was Stoick really gonna do it? Was he gonna make him the next chief of Berk?

"I wan't you, the twins and Fishlegs to be the new chief council. Instead of having one chief, well have four so that this new agenda to destroy dragons, can be completly done. Once dragons are wiped from the face of the world, our homes and villages will be safe.

^Not waht I was expecting, but I'll take it^ Snotlout thought.

"Yes sir, Chief!" With a new fire in his heart, Snotlout ran off to Gobber's place to add that golden scale to his axe.