A/N = Author's Note
(Y/N) = Your Name
(F/C) = Favorite colour
(E/C) = eye colour
(H/C) = Hair colour
(H/L) = Hair length
(D/H) = Dominant Hand
A/N Above is a key to help understand the rest of the story, for newcomers to second person type stories. If you are a newcomer to second person stories or 'x reader' stories, welcome. This is my first x reader story, so I won't be that good and would recommend you to other x stories. However if you choose to stick around, I will do my best to make it worth your time. Thanks and now, it's time to jump.
*Second Person*
Screams echo in your ears, whilst all you can feel is the rain beating down on you. You won't budge, you eyes refuse to show you what's happening around you. It's freezing and the thunder refuses to let go, the world around you seems to meld with the chaos in your head. You see yourself running, you see a silhouette beside you. You watch as your head turns to see what looks like men and menacing creatures. Everything goes black, the screams never ending. A disembodied voice screams your name. The image of the silhouette being disemboweled by another. The image changes to you being pulled away. Everything goes black, thunder strikes in the real world. The last image you see is unsightly storm, and you falling with great speed towards a great blur of green.
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*Third Person*
Unbroken silence stood above a small village, at this point it could easily have been mistaken for the ruins of a village. People all around were leaving huts, it was a sad sight. The storm that hit was called Odin's Ghost by the village, and this year it had arrived early. Their only warning being a man with a bucket on his head. From the largest Hut in the village stepped out a young man with brown hair, and hazel green eyes. He was dressed in almost entirely leather. Hidden behind said man, stood a pitch black dragon with eyes greener than the forest. A woman with braided blonde hair landed outside the hut, she jumped off a teal and yellow dragon similar in shape to that of a parrot. Three other dragons landed close by their riders getting off.
"How are we going to clean this mess up?" questioned a wider viking with a helmet that didn't quite fit his head. The other riders adding to the question with comments about the state of the village.
"We need to get supplies to fix this. The storm came early this year so we weren't as prepared as we would have liked." He said with a frown growing over his face. "In fact that has been the largest we've seen Odin's Ghost, well ever." The blonde nodded in agreement, they both sighed as two of the riders were not so silently admiring the damage, challenging each other to do worse.
"I'll ask Gobber to get people to help around the village to clean up the rubble and the gather what supplies remain." The blonde responded.
"And I will organise groups to gather supplies, while your talking to Gobber. Get him to light up the forge, we are definitely going to need it." The man said quickly jumping onto the back of his dragon.
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*Fishlegs's POV*
Hiccup split us into three different groups, Ruff, and Tuff are helping clean the rubble at Berk. Hiccup is contacting the traders to negotiate trade. Snotlout and I are collecting extra supplies on the island. Whilst Astrid has been tasked with going back to dragons edge to collect resources from an emergency supply we set up since leaving. Hiccup said he would join her when he finished. Looking around I can see lots of injured dragons, all I want to do is help them but Hiccup gave me a specific task and I can't let him down. After all he is the chief.
Snotlout doesn't seem the least bit concerned, if anything he keeps talking about Ruffnut. I'm happy for him as well. I mean it used to be a rivalry between us for her but, now I've gotten back together with Heather and... Great now I'm acting like Snotlout.
Meatlug comes to an complete stop. "You tired girl?" I ask thinking about how we stayed up most of last night. She lets out a grumble as we start to fly down. "What is it?" I look over the edge of Meatlug seeing lots of broken branches and fallen trees. Meatlug has most likely heard a dragon cry for help, oh how could I have missed that. "Your so smart" I rub her ears as we slow to a halt near the ground. I jump off her making my way to the mound. Meatlug bolts ahead of me rushing under all the trees. A few seconds later her rear end emerges from the whence she entered, dragging something along with her. I make my way to help thinking its a dragon, the shock made me freeze. It was a wounded young man.
A/N: In case people didn't read the description the start if this story is not my own, I have done my own take on it. All credit goes to DragonessFire with her story Hidden fury. Furthermore I do not own How to train your Dragon. Also I would love constructive feedback. ~~AV
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