Tale of Twin Dragons

Hiccup

Dying wasn't the weirdest part of it all. Waking up was. I didn't know where I was or who these people were. It was terrifying.

There were three people in here with me. One was an elderly woman who carried a staff and was watching me closely. There was another woman too. She wasn't nearly as old. She kept reassuring me that everything was going to be okay but I knew it wasn't.

My memories of what happened were vague but what I could remember wasn't good. I remember getting hit and dragged onto the boat. The Vikings had gloated over their capture. I remember the one that muzzled me. A blonde girl with a fierce fire burning behind her eyes. If I was going to remember one Viking it was her.

I remember Toothless following. They couldn't see him but I definitely could. Oh gods, Toothless. I can only hope he's okay.

Looking around, I recognized him. The man who turned me into this. He sat there, smiling. Acting like everything was fine. Not like he ended it for me.

"You..." Was all I managed to say as I glared at him. If I had the ability to shoot a plasma blast, I would've done so.

"Don't be upset. Things will be okay. You're a viking now. You're one of us." He replies.

"Don't be upset? Everything will be okay? I'm a Viking?" The word was like poison in my mouth. "I don't want to be a Viking! I don't want to be one of you! You killed me!" The rage coursed through me. I had lost everything. My home, my brother, myself. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with being human.

The woman who was reassuring me quickly tried to hush me. "It's okay. Relax. I know exactly what you're going through. You'll be alright. This happens all the time."

I was breathing pretty heavily now. "Really? You understand? It happens all the time? I don't care! You Vikings have taken everything from me! So don't feed me your lies!"

"They're not lies!" She defends herself, "The same thing happened to me years ago. I lost things too. But life goes on. Things get better."

"I need to go back. Too- my brother, he's still out there! He's probably worried sick! I need to be a dragon again!" I go to get up but get no support from my left leg. I forgot, humans have two legs and therefore make walking impossible when you've only got one leg functioning. Needless to say, I hit the floor.

The younger woman grabs my arms and helps sit me back on the bed. "We're having Gobber make you something to help you walk."

"Gobber? Who's Gobber?"

"He's the village blacksmith. He makes things like swords, axes, shields, catapults. Anything you need really. I'll introduce you to the village later. Once we get you walking. He should be finished soon. He works quickly."

"You mean he makes all the stuff you guys use to kill dragons."

She sighs. "Yes, but also things we use to help ourselves around the village and to defend ourselves from other tribes as well."

Not a moment later a man walks in. His steps were uneven and he carried something over to the younger woman. As he walked out I remembered him. He was the one who read the scroll before I was killed.

The woman turns to me. She hands me the item the man had given her. "That was Gobber. He made this for you to help you walk." She looks me in the eyes. "I'm Valka, that's Stoick, my husband." She points to the man that had killed me.
"We're going to take care of you here. Like a son."

Like a son. Those words rang loudly in my ears. I was not their son. They were not my parents. This was unfair and stupid. I just wanted to get back to Toothless.

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The following day they taught me how to use the contraption to walk. It was incredibly awkward walking on two legs. I didn't like it.

The first place they brought me to was the Great Hall. It was a massive building with a very high ceiling. Valka told me that meetings were held there and where the Chief, which I learned was Stoick, could announce things to the entire village.

The next spot they took me was the forge. I couldn't help but glare at Gobber as we walked through. There were hundreds of different weapons hanging on and leaning against the walls and tables. These were the weapons that killed dragons. These were the weapons that decimated us. I guess Valka could sense my anger because she dragged me out of there pretty quickly.

Next on the list was the place I really didn't want to re enter. The arena. That was where every dragon that was brought here was killed. It made my blood boil. Blood stains covered the stone. There was a fresh stain there which I could only assume was from me.

I longed to be a dragon again. To leave this place and find Toothless. To fly with him and rise above the clouds.

I hear grunting and the sound of a blade hitting wood. It was her. She was here.

The girl from the boat.