Free falling

normal afternoon in berk

Hiccup pov:

'This, this is Berk. its twelve days north hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. it's located solidly on the meridian of misery.  

my village. in a word, sturdy. and its been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. we have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of sunsets. the only problem are the pests.

you see, most places have mice or mosquitos. we have...'

suddenly a sheep gets snatched and huge fire breathing lizards start attacking the village, burning anything it can. hiccup hides behind the door inn his house. but feels the immense heat, as a dragon tries to burn it down.

there stands a scrawny looking viking, terrified of what's on the other side of the door. despite that though, he sprints out when he gets the chance. fire and angry viking running past him as he bolts through the village.

' Most people would leave. Not us, we're vikings. We have stubbornness issues.'

woman and men as equal run to battle with varying battle weapons at their disposal.

' My name's Hiccup. Great name: I know. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten of f gnomes and trolls. like our charming viking demeanor wouldn't do that.'

while running  people start to notice the scrawny viking.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT?" tells a viking, followed by many others.

"GET INSIDE!"   "GO INDSIDE".    "GO INSIDE HICCUP!"

suddenly hiccup runs straight into a big viking with a red beard and broad frame. He also starts to scold the boy as the others. but with a much more authority in his voice.

' That's stoic the vast. Cheif of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he hopped a dragons head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?'

stoic throws a big wagon at a airborne dragon, knocking him out of the sky.

'yes I do.'

An explosion forces the vikings to step back, but Stoic stands firm. Just casually brushing the flaming debris off of his shoulder. a big man with brown hair and a big brown beard comes towards them. Not caring about the chaos that's surrounding him, he goes straight to Stoic.

"what have we got?" Stoic asks the man, giving him his full attention for the report. 

"gronkles, fadders, zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoard says he saw a monstrous nightmare." the viking says with a straight face, and no worry inn his tone. I mean why would he, this happens so often that it is basically a routine.

"no nightfury's?" asks the chief.

"none so far."

"good" Stoic says with a relieved sigh. Dragons swirl the sky as they light the torches. To many to count and far to fast for them to even try. The big man with Stoic turns around, smilingly looking for the little viking with a worried face, but he finds nothing.

 Hiccup had already begun running to the blacksmith. He duck's in and is met with a peg legged, one armed, hulk of a blacksmith sharpening weapons and moving around in a trained pattern. giving vikings weapons. 

"Ah, nice off you to join the party. I thought you had been carried off somewhere." 

Hiccup puts on a leather apron, and starts cleaning up Gobbers scattered metal scraps.

"who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Striking up a pose as he finishes, seemingly trying to seem muscular.