A Few Small Words

Chapter 1: Trust

CHAPTER 1: TRUST

I was beginning to wonder why the gods hated me.

I mean sure I had seen a Night Fury twice and lived another day, but when a gorgeous warrior with flowing blonde hair and sky blue eyes crushes your face with her foot, you tend to forget about things like that. The pressure lifted, and I immediately began soothing the side of my freckled cheek. Hearing a loud thunk followed by an alarmed squawk, I remembered the goddess who caused my soon to be bruise.

Everyone makes mistakes, I thought.

Her piercing blue eyes glared at me, while she turned her axe towards my throat. Despite the blade that was directed at me, I imagined she would apologize, lend a helping hand/axe and finally look at me with something other than disgust. She would- "Is this some sort of a joke to you?! When will you stop being a useless freak that gets in the way?! Pull it together Hiccup, We're not here to babysit you!" She turned away from me and stormed away to train in the woods, like always. This was anything but normal though!

What! No nonono that was NOT supposed to happen and no that's not true! It can't be!  I thought at a furiously fast pace. I needed to leave before Snotlout took advantage of my flabbergasted state.

"I-I'll just be over- by the - er- yeah ... BYE!" I dashed towards the exit, tripping over the large wooden walls that once surrounded me. I could feel the stares of the other teens behind me and Snotlout laughing in the distance as my feet met the earth. I assumed Gobber was worried, like he always was when I ran away from the teens.

Usually I made a sarcastic comment when the teens put me down, but it was Astrid this time. How could she?

I was always there for her. Whenever her axe needed to be sharpened, I would do that and fix anything that was wrong with it, then not charge for service! I would never join Snotlout when he used to taunt her. Never! Yet she still looked at me like filth, trash that needed to be disposed of.

I continued to run across the village square, not caring where I went or how I got there.

No! Calm down. Focus. This is uh a new machine that helps calm down Hiccups, I mentally encouraged myself. Think where's the one place you won't be assaulted and jeered at...Oh boy I'd better bring some fish.

I slowed my pace to a steady walk, like I had planned my burst of speed to stop. Currently I stood next to the forge but after 7 years of being an apprentice here I knew Gobber didn't put fish on the spears during dragon raids! My feet turned of their own accord towards the house highest on the hill (not counting Mildew the unpleasant's house). Oh gods I could picture Gobber now ,'Hiccup hand me tha' fish. Some dragons 'ere want some. Fried fish tonight!'

I snorted out loud as I searched my house for a slimy delectable. He may have been a one handed, One legged blacksmith that never shut up, but he wasn't that crazy... yet.

By now I had already grabbed the Icelandic cod from our store at home and rushed towards the woods, where the gods would probably decide that the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself wasn't in the mood for raw fish.

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This was a bad idea, maybe the place where I'm safe is, I don't know away from the deadliest dragon known to VIKINGS!

Too late now, I reasoned with myself.

I stood in a cove with pale gray rocks surrounding me, and small trees that were sure to grow hundreds more years. In the center of it all lay a crystal clear pond with sparkling water. In between it all, vibrant grass grew, completing the image of perfection.