(HTTYD) To Protect Its Own

Brother and Sister

Hiccup POV

"HICCUP WHERE ARE YOU?!" I opened my eyes, groaning when the sunlight glared back at me. I stood up in surprise, doubting if I heard that right. Did someone just say my name?

"HICCUP!!!" Yup, definitely my name. Toothless's eyes snapped open and his neck lifted from the ground, looking around. The voice sounded familiar because after all, what other person had that loud and crazy voice? I stood up, cracking my neck and bending my knuckles. Well, it is time to visit whoever they are. I stared at Toothless, whose ears was still trying to pick up for more noise. I sat on his saddle, signaling us to go back to the village. Toothless opened his mouth to let out a big yawn before setting off to the air. 

I can hear loud sounds coming from Berk and for sure, it doesn't sound like friends reuniting to me. I sighed and gulped with anxiousness. I really hope I get there before the real trouble starts to happen.

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"Where is Hiccup, you savages?!" I glimpsed an auburn-haired head and rolled my eyes at the whole situation. Dagur. With his green eyes and scar along his brow, I would be an idiot if I didn't recognize him.  I met him a few years back. Sure, he did try to kill me at first, but when you meet some common enemies and save his sister, you become his brother. 

"Stop it, Dagur! Hiccup first, then Vikings!", Heather shouted, exasperated. Heather is Dagur's sister, long-lost and separated since birth. I found her washed up ashore on Hellheim's  Gate and the dragons and I nursed her to health. I united the two siblings together and we have been allies ever since. She still looked the same as I saw her last month, black hair tied in a braid and black-brown eyes. The resemblance between the two siblings is totally uncanny, note the sarcasm. Heather was riding on her silver Razorwhip, Windshear, and her eyes were glaring at the other Berkians. "We're looking for a man with brown hair, green eyes, maybe with a Night Fury, named Hiccup? Last time we heard, he's here."

"Oh, you're right dear sister! HICCUP!" On the contrast to the shiny, silver dragon his sister rides, Dagur is sporting a green Gronkle, Shattermaster. How Dagur can make that small dragon a destructive weapon capable of destroying a fleet of ships is beyond me, yet I can't help but expect it. I landed on the ground, running up to the two and staring in amusement. Toothless's head popped up next to me, his eyes curiously looking at the two. I bet he was thinking why they were there too. How did they find me?

"Hiccup! Where did that man go?", Heather's head glanced back and forth in desperation, Windshear flying leisurely through the sky.  I decided that enough was enough and gestured to Toothless. The black dragon nodded and roared with enough volume to be heard throughout the village.

"Excuse me, are you looking for Hiccup?" I made my most innocent face, talking naturally and giving them my most pleasant smile. Heather and Dagur turned around, their eyes widening and landed hurriedly. They jumped off their dragons and before I knew it, I was pulled into a hug by Heather.

"Do you know how worried we both are?!", She said in the angriest voice, but I can hear her sniffles while she was buried into my shoulder. I laughed and hugged her back, grateful fo her caring. Dagur ran to us as well and hugged both of us, picking us up in the air. It was tight.

"We thought you were dead, dear brother!" Daggur said in relief and rubbed his face against Heather and me, making us laugh. He dropped us both down, punching my shoulder in playful banter. I smiled, rubbing my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I forgot the time passing.", I said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of my head.

"You better apologize, you munge-bucket! I was so gonna give you a quick trip to Valhalla if we couldn't find you soon.", Heather said frustratedly, poking my chest with her finger. I put my hands up in surrender, a nervous smile on my face. I knew better to cross Heather when she's angry. She crossed her arms, glancing around with a nonchalant air before pulling me down to whisper, "Also, why are you on Berk? I don't know about you but aren't we supposed to hate these guys?"