"This is berk...
It's 12 days north of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In one word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single buidling is new. We have fishing, Hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pest. You see, most places has mice or mosquitoes. We have.....Dragons.
Most people would leave, not us, we're Vikings. We have stubborneed issues." Vikings sound the alarm. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand.
"My name is Hiccup. Great name, I know. But believe me it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off knomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that." Dragons sweep back and forth, douching the axes, and blasting the Vikings who threw them.
Out of nowhere, a huge explosion from near by, throwing Viking, including a husky warrior knocking Hiccup to the ground.
Hiccup quickly got to his feet and continued his run through the outrageous village.
"Meet the neighbor's, hoark and haggard..."
"What are you doing out??" Hoark yelled a bit furious. But Hiccup continued to intoduce his neighbor's that hated him.
"Bunthair the broad.....
Oh, and paella the firece."
Without a warning, Hiccup got yanked up from the path of yaks with no effort at all by the biggest and toughest Viking of berk.
"What are you doing out?? Get inside!" He yelled pushing him into the opposite direction the action is happening.
"That's stoick the vast. Chief of the tribe. They say when he was a baby, he knocked a dragons head clean off his shoulders. Do I believe it?....yes I do"
"What do we have here?" Stoick asked one of the near by Vikings.
"Gronckel, Naddor, zippleback, oh, and hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare!"
"Any Nightfuries? Stoick asked With determination in his voice.
"None so far..." responded one of the Viking.
"Good." Stoick sighed in relieve.
Meanwhile with Hiccup, he jump a counter of a blacksmith store, where he saw his boss, and friend of his dad's. A one legged and one armed Viking.
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you've been carried off." The one armed Viking said.
Hiccup puts on a leather apron and started to puts away the Vikings scattered apengenges.
"Who me? Nah! I'm way to muscular for there taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all....this..." Hiccup says attempting to strike a bodybiulding pose, flexing his scrawy arms.
"They need toothpicks, don't they?" The blacksmith asked sarcastically smirking. Hiccup have off a distant glare and went back to work. He transferred bent chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowed the corners for new ones.
"The meathead with inchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little...well, littler..."
With Stoick the vast, he says, "we'll move to the lower defensives, we're counter-attack with the catapult!!"
"FIRE!!" yelled a Viking throughout the destruction. Saw four teenagers running about. Tugging a large wooden shack on wheels. From it, they threw buckets of water to douse the flames.
One among them, is a pretty, energetic, Viking girl. Hiccup leaned over the counter to watch her from afar.
"Oh, and that Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And..... Astrid... "
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DreamWorks- How to train your dragon
Fanfiction"this is berk, 12 days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. it's located solidly on the median of misery. my village. In one word, sturdy. And it's been here for 7 generations. But every single building is new. we have fi...
