HTTYD: Bluestar the Hybrid

Ch. 1: Berk

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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. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new."

"We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have..."

Sheep graze peacefully on a hillside. Suddenly one is snatched by a dragon.

STOICK'S HOUSE-
A door is pulled open... as a Dragon swoops directly toward it, Blasting Fire. The door is Slammed. The fire shoots through the slats of wood, illuminating hiccup, a gangly teenage Viking.

" ...dragons."

He exits stoick's/his house. He reopens the sizzling door, as leaps off of the front porch. He weaves through the erupting mayhem as Vikings pour out of the buildings, ready for a fight.

"Dragon" More dragons swarm in, setting rooftops alight and hauling off sheep.

"Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. Vikings sound the alarm. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand."

On hiccup darting through alleys, staying under eaves, making his way through the battle.

"My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."

Dragons sweep back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the Vikings who throw them. A burly warrior gets tossed in an explosion, knocking Hiccup to the ground.

VIKING: "(Fierce) Arggghhhhh! (cheery, insane) Mornin'!"

Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women.

"Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard..."

Horak: "What are you doing out!?"

"... Burnthair the Broad..."

Burnthair: "Get inside!"

"... Phlegma the Fierce..."

Phlegma the Fierce. Viking: "Get back inside!"

Hiccup passes a silent ox of a viking, picking his ear.

Yep, just Ack. Stoik then showed up, the biggest Viking of all. He yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.

Stoik: "Hiccup!? (accusingly; to the crowd) What is he doing out again?!"

"(He looks at hiccup) What are you doing out?! Get inside!" The flames light up his scowling face and matted red beard. He sets Hiccup down and turns to the sky, searching.

"That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?" Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky. "Yes I do".

An explosion forces Vikings to duck. Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.

Stoick: "(barking; to his men) What have we got?"

Viking #1: "Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

Stoick: "Any Night Furies?"