The Ice Nomads: Future Dragon Riders

Chapter 2

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"Oh great, who are these hooligans?" Dreww asked himself.

A tall young man was riding a dragon that was black. The dragon's color and features almost resembled a panther. Behind him was a blonde young woman that seemed very attractive to Dreww. She was riding a blue dragon. This dragon had more horns on it and had a spiky tail.

"Oh great, now Hiccup the chief of Berk has come to wrongfully accuse me again," Mildew said angrily.

"Wait, they have a chief?"

"Yes, were you not listening to a word I just said?"

"Honestly, you lost me ten minutes ago."

"You kids now a days have no respect. Back in my day—"

"You're losing me again."

"Oh, you rotten little cabbage head!"

"Actually, I don't have a strange name like you. My name is actually normal."

"Alright Mildew, leave these innocent islanders alone," the voice of a man said.

"Oh Hiccup, why would you accuse me again?"

"Mildew we've been over this a thousand times."

"Wait, the chief's name is Hiccup? This just gets weirder and weirder."

"I'm going back to my property with Fungus so you can't scare my poor dear Fungus anymore. All of you dragon riders, stay away from my property!" Mildew yelled.

"Sorry about that. I'm Hiccup, chief of Berk."

"Did your parents hate you or something too?"

"Dreww! Stop being so rude all the time!" MK scolded. She came out from the bush where she had been spying on Dreww. He was surprised, but he pretended to ignore her.

"I know, it's a great name." Hiccup chimed in. "But we Vikings believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls."

"That explains the peculiarity of this place."

"Oh, it gets weirder, trust me." The woman with the blonde hair stated.

"Astrid, this is not a time for jokes." Hiccup scolded.

"Astrid. That's an interesting name."

"Dreww, we have to gather firewood." MK interrupted.

"Are you all living on this island?" Hiccup asked.

"Yes, since Dreww was a wee little baby." MK answered.

"Hey! I'm not much younger than you!" Dreww yelled.

"Four years is a big difference, ding dong."

"We have better shelter in Berk. The climate is way too harsh here," Hiccup interrupted.

"Well, we've been living here for almost our entire lives. Trust me, we're used to it."

"No one should get used to this sort of thing."

"Well we have, and we're quite happy where we are. We live life secluded, just the way we like it."

"You know, you remind me of someone on Berserker Island."

"Never heard of that place. Anyway, we have to go," MK said, dragging Dreww by the ear.

"Can I at least see where you're living?" Hiccup asked.

"How do we know you aren't some loony like Mildew?" Dreww asked.

"Well Mildew betrayed everyone in Berk. He's not what any of us Berkians stand for."

"What do you stand for?" MK asked.

"We stand for peace. Vikings and dragons were in conflict for many years, until recently. Now we live amongst each other."

"Well, Black Mold—or whatever his name is—thinks you're all are goons."

"Well, he's certainly a goon. That's Snotlout in thirty years," Astrid joked.

"Astrid, not a good time," Hiccup responded.

"I promise you can trust us, MK. We truly mean no harm," Hiccup told MK.

"You won't give up on this will you?"

"Not likely."

"Okay, I guess we have no choice. Come on then."

Before MK could drag Dreww by the ear, he hid behind Astrid.

"So, pretty lady--" He began. Astrid started to look sullen. "How about I show you all around the island?"

"Ugh" she pushed him away.