I flopped down on my bed and let out a sigh, letting my dad's trident slide from my grasp and clatter to the floor.
"Ughhhhh." I ground. "That was sloppy. Fuck! That was so fucking sloppy."
I rolled to my side and stared at the trident on the floor.
"I should be better than that."
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"I've never used you before... but that's not an excuse."
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"Dad... how the hell did you use this thing?"
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"Probably cus we're naturally good at using weapons... and you're..." I chuckled to myself. "A fucking fisherman."
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"I'm really trying... to be like you, you know?"
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"It's been a rough few years and... we're getting thrown head-first into a fight we haven't trained for."
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"Now's the time when... really could've used your advice."
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I sat up, lifted the trident with my foot, and flicked it back into my hand. "Well... let's make up for lost time."
TIMESKIP
"Arghhhhhh!" I exclaimed, throwing the trident straight into a tree.
Breathing hard I sat down in the grass of the forest. My shirt was soaked with sweat from training with my new weapon. After catching my breath, I stood and went to the tree before placing my hand on the trident to pry it out.
"Good... but I can do better," I muttered to myself
*THUCK*
The blade of an ax stuck into the tree an inch from my head.
I turned.
Astrid was sprinting full speed at me. "Evening!" She called before jumping into a flying kick.
I caught her leg. "This again?" I asked.
"You said you'd be my training partner." She replied before trying to kick me with her uncaptured leg.
I ducked and she hit the tree.
"Ow!" She cried, standing and holding her leg.
I quickly tried to sweep her feet but she noticed and flipped over my leg, landing in a fighting stance. We stared at each other for a moment, and then she smirked.
"Looks like we've both been training." She remarked.
"Well, you know, crazy girls trying to kick my head off usually motivates me."
"Oh, don't worry, I remember. The smell of burning hair does the same thing for me."
"I will never be forgiven for that, will I?"
"Nope."
A sudden screeching roar in the distance made us jump and quickly pry out weapons from the trees.
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We stood still waiting for more noise.
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"The fuck was that?" Astrid asked.
"Don't know. Sounded like a Dragon."
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Soar - HTTYD Reader Insert
Fanfiction(y/n) is the son of a fishermen who grew up on Berk alongside his best friend Hiccup. Both went through losing a parent during a dragon attack. (y/n) shares Hiccups inventiveness and tinkering skills which has made the two boys like brothers. Where...
