Defying The Rules

The start of training

Thalos made it back to the village. He had made sure to keep an extra tight grip on his axe. He could not loose it again. There were a few scratches on it from the fall, but other than that, it was fine. It was an axe. It's not a new thing for it to get scratches.

He had made it back to the village without any problems. No dragons, no wild bores, nothing. He was very glad for that. Thalos just wanted a good night's sleep on his bed. He was sore and exhausted. All of his muscles hurt.

He walked up to his hut and walked in. His father turned around and looked at him. "Good, you have it." He said. " I don't know what took you so long, but you brought it back, and that is all that matters." He put some food on the table. "Put it away and sit down for food."

Thalos nodded and did as he was told. He was absolutly starving. He could eat an entire yak right now. He put his axe on a chair in his room and quickly made his way down stairs. His dad was already eating. Thalos sat down and look at his plate. There were three drumsticks, cheese, and cabbage. This was probably one of his favorite meals.

Thalos dug in, happily eating his food. "It's very good father, thank you." He said. That was usually all that was said at the table when they ate. Two guys at a table didn't usually get very interactive. His mother had died when giving birth to him, so it's not like there was ever a woman at the table to start conversation.

However, unlike most nights, Thalos's father spoke up. "Are you ready for training tomorrow? You'll finally learn to take on a dragon yourself." He said as he took a bit of his drumstick.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be at this point." Thalos replied, finishing his cheese.

His father nodded. "Do well and train hard. What you learn in there will be your life. Unless a miracle from Valhalla happens and the dragons cease to exist, this will be what you do until you die. It will be what your children, grandchildren, and so fourth will do for as long as they live. You need live it-be it."

Thalos nodded and continued eating. It was silent after that. No one spoke. They just ate. All that could be heard was chewing and one of them occasionally repositioning their body in the chair.

They ate for about ten more minutes, getting second portions and such. His father stood up and delt with his plate. "I've got to go." He said. "Im going with the cheif and other Vikings to try to find the dragons' nest. You should get to bed. You've got a long day ahead of you." With that, he grabbed an axe and hammer and left the hut.

Thalos delt with his plate and cleaned up. He blew out all the candles that lit up the room. Once everything was put away and delt with, he made his way up the wooden stairs to his bedroom. The hut he lived in was pretty average. It wasn't fancy or anything like that.

He changed into more comfortable clothes, not like they were to different, and blew out the candles in his room. It was amazing how when one is busy, the day just flies by. He got into the covers of his bed and went to sleep. It really didn't take him long. He passed out pretty quickly.

He ended up sleeping in the next morning. The poor boy was exhausted. Dragon killing training was in a few hours, so he knew he had time to sleep. His body still ached. That wasn't going to be helpful at all during training.

He slept a good hour or two more before he finally decided he should get up. As he sat up, he felt a lot of muscles in his back pop. He groaned and arched his back, popping even more. He moved his arms, legs, wrists, ankles, and neck, all of them popping one way or another.

He sat in the bed for a while before actually getting up and getting a move on it. He rubbed his eyes and looked through his stuff to find a good set of clothing. He didn't have to much to pick from, but he chose a tan tunic with brown pants and normal boots. He did his hair with his fingers, which wasnt very neat, and walked down stairs.

He grabbed three fish, heated them over a fire, and started eating. He was always hungry, and he needed energy for training anyway. When he finished the fish, he grabbed an apple and started cleaning up. Once he put everything he got out away and had his axe, he walked out of the hut eating the apple. and started heading to the arena.

"Welcome to dragon training." Gobber, the one-handed, one-legged Viking said with his accent. The blonde-haired Viking looked at the seven teens as they walked in. The teenage Vikings looked around the arena, some in awe of the place.

The arena had tall stone walls. The opening was coverd in iron bars that aloud people from the outside to see into the arena, but not let dragons inside get out. Scorch marks from previous dragon and Viking fights were on the walls as well.

"No turning back." Astrid said in determination, walking around and checking the place out.

"I hope to get some serious burns." Said Tuffnut, a male twin with long, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back." Added his twin sister, Ruffnut. She had long, blonde hair and blue eyes also.

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it." Astrid said. Astrid was a very tomboy-ish girl. She wasn't one that you wanted to mess with. She enjoyed fighting and combat. That was one of the reasons Thalos was glad he was on her good side. The two were somewhat good acquaintances.

Thalos didn't say anything, mainly because he was already sore, and he wasn't really looking for more pain. He didn't mind a good battle scar, but he still didn't find it nessisary to say anything.

"Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it.." Everyone turned around to see Hiccup, the auburn-haired, green-eyes, scrawny Viking walled into the arena, obvious discontentment on his face after his sarcastic comment. Thalos was surprised at that expression, mainly because he had gotten the impression that Hiccup wanted to learn to fight and kill dragons. Perhaps he was just tired? He was out in the forest looking for a dragon he "shot down."

The four of the five other teenagers groaned at the sight of him. "Oh great. Who let him in?" Tuffnut asked, his voice full of disdain. Hiccup ignored these remarks and just stood by Thalos.

"Let's get started! The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village." Gobber said with suscpence in his voice.

"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him, or..?" Snotlout, the rudest of the group said scornfully. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He was very muscly, and not really the best looking either. At least, in just about every girl in the village's opinion.

Thalos groaned at Snotlout's comment. Hiccup must have told the whole village that he shot down the Night Fury. Thalos wasn't convinced, at all. He felt sympathy for him. He was the runt of the whole village. No one liked him, except for himself, really. Thalos always tried to be a friend for Hiccup.

"Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?" Tuffnut snickered. Thalos sighed and rolled his eyes. The audacity of some people...

Gobber wrapped a strong arm around Hiccup and spoke to him softly. "Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead." He said it cheerily, as if it was supposed to help lift Hiccup's spirits. He walked him to the rest of the rest of the group, and Thalos followed. Hiccup was going to get creamed..

The young Vikings all stood in a line. Gobber stood in front of them with the pens of dragons behind him. Dragon killing training was now starting.