Why Didn't You

Berk

Hiccup POV:

This is Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village, in a word... sturdy. It's stood here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem are the pests. Now most places do have mice or mosquitoes; however, we have...

When I open the door, I was presented with a Monstrous Nightmare and just as it was about to blow. I shut the door and leaned my back against it.

        "Dragons." I hurry outside and head towards the blacksmith shop.

Most people would leave. Not us, we Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. My names Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and Trolls.

I try not to get pummeled by other Vikings running around or get burn to crisp by a dragon. But I get push to the ground by the force of a Gronkle's fireball. Then a Viking fellows me down while shouting in my face.

Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

        "Mornin'!" he said whenhe was done shouting and saw my face.

I got back up and started running again. As I ran, I keep hearing the same statement from every Viking that were running past me.

        "What are you doing?! Get back inside!"

But I kept going, until I got pulled back by my collar.

        "Hiccup?! What is he doing outside ag-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!"

That was Stoick the Vast,chief of our tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's headclean off it's should. Do I believe it? Yes, I do.

I finally get to the blacksmith shop and see Gobber preparing weapons.

        "Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd ben carried off!" he said sarcastically.

        "What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." I said back, flexing my arms.

        "Well they need toothpicks, don't they?" he replied.

I ignored him and started sharping swords.

The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I have been his apprentices since I was little. Well, litter.

Just as I was about to sharpen another sword, a dragon set more houses on fire.

See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses

        "Alright, everybody let's go!" I heard someone say.

I look out and see all the other teens on the village coming with a wagon with buckets of water to put out the fire.

Oh, there's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Astrid, and (cue slow motion) Talia.

I stared at her while a ball of fire explodes behind, making her look more cooler.

Their jobs are so much cooler.

I was so drawn in that I leaned out the window. But I got pulled back in by Gobber.

        "Ah, come on. Let me go out there please? I have to make my mark." I said.

        "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!" he replied back.

        "Please Gobber? Two minutes! I'll kill a dragon; my life will get infinitely better." I

pleaded. Then I start thinking about Talia, "I might even get a date."

        "You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these!" Gobber said holding a bola only for it to be used by a Viking, who was nearby.

        "Ah, but you see this will throw it for me." I said walking towards the machine, I have been working on.

I pad it lightly, but then it goes ahead shoots hitting a Viking waiting in line. I wince a bit after hearing his shouts of pain.

       "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber shouts.

        "It was just a mild calibration issue, I can fix it." I try to explain to him.

        "Don't you, no Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there and fight dragons, you will need to stop all this" he said gesturing to my whole being.

        "But you just gestured to all of me." I said being a bit flustered.

        "Yes! Stop being all of you!" he replied. "Ohhh." I said. "Ohhh yes!" Gobber nods his head.

        "You sir are playing a dangerous game. Keeping all this much raw Viking-ness contained. There will be consequence!" I said.

But Gobber just rolled his eyes and gave me more swords and axes.

        "I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."

One day, I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadder head is sure to get me noticed. Gronkles are tough, taking down of those would definitely get me a date. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads twice the status. Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this, nasty habit of lighting themselves on fire. But the ultimate price are the dragons that no one has ever seen. There is one that has been heard near Berk regularly. We call it the...

        "Night Fury! Everyone get down!" someone shouted.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself and... never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.

        "Man, the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there." Gobber says changing has hand to an axe. "Stay. Put. There." He says before shouting and heading off to fight.

Now that he's gone, I take my plan into action. As I was setting up everything, I hear a noise like someone or something was in the shop. I turn around only to find nothing, I gave a confusing look and turned back to my catapult. I hear it again, but when I turned, I came face to face with...