Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 8: Hiccup and The King

Chapter 8: Hiccup and The King

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of Stoick the Vast, was the hope and heir to the Hairy Hooligans; the Hairy Hooligans were a Viking tribe that hailed from a small island located smack in the middle of Dragon Country; the island was called Berk.

But most people just called him Hiccup. And most people knew him as 'The Dragon Trainer.'

Yes. Hiccup trained dragons, which was a convenient occupation when one lived in Dragon Country. It was way better than killing dragons, which had been the craze until Hiccup came along. Hiccup wrote the book on 'how to train your dragon.' Literally - there was a book. And Hiccup wrote it.

Unsurprisingly, Hiccup's best friend was a dragon named Toothless. Toothless was a night fury - one of the rarest breeds of dragon.

Different sides of the same coin, Hiccup and Toothless shared striking similarities (despite being different species). Both were smallish but unrivaled in intelligence. Both were adrenalin junkies that preferred air-acrobatics to competitive dragon-racing. Both had fake limbs - Hiccup had a peg leg and Toothless had a prosthetic tail. Both had saved the other from near death. And they were even the same age.

Unquestionably: Hiccup and Toothless were a perfect match. They were best buddies. Forever.

It's okay to go aww. All the Vikings did.

Thanks to Hiccup and Toothless, Vikings and dragons coexisted like bacon and eggs. It was a long story that had ended happily ever after, until Hiccup's father, Chief Stoick, suggested they use the dragons to conquer the Otherland.

Hiccup had politely refused. Although his father was well intent and would make a fair ruler, Hiccup had moral qualms.

"But...there's already a king of the Otherland" Hiccup had said. "And didn't we just try to take over the kingdom last week?"

"Aye!" Chief Stoick had grunted. "But not w' dragons! The Otherland is dead Hiccup. People are dyin' every day. The King gave up his power long ago. It's time to take control. It's time for a change."

Hiccup had agreed. It was time for a change. But the change Hiccup had in mind was not a revolution. The change Hiccup had in mind...was peace.

Father and son clashed. And when Vikings clash, thunderstorms follow.

Hiccup had insisted they owed loyalty to The King. Chief Stoick had insisted they did not. Hiccup had revealed deep compassion for The King. Chief Stoick had called him naïve. Hiccup had vowed to bring peace to The Otherland, just as he had brought peace between dragons and Vikings. Chief Stoick had said "Go ahead- try. But if ye fail Hiccup, if ye return to Berk empty handed - we fight. And w' the dragons, we will win."

So Hiccup left Berk. And in three days flight, Hiccup and Toothless found themselves waiting outside a dark, decaying castle-waiting for The King. The King of the Otherland.

"Sure is a dusty night." Hiccup observed. Speaking to Toothless, he adjusted a spiked helmet under his arm. "You holding in there, Bud?"

Toothless shrugged. Neither liked waiting, and Toothless was growing impatient. His green eyes glowed moodily against the castle stonework.

"Aw come on bugga-boo. We can still pass the time." Hiccup tossed his helmet. "Fetch."

The helmet clattered down the castle steps. Toothless gave a look that clearly said 'Really?' before trotting grumpily after the helmet. Fetch. It wasn't much. But it was better than nothing.