I like this library, it's small but no one really bothers you hear on top of that it's the number one source of dragon materials, the owner of this library, Peder, believes in dragons just as much as I do.
"Well if it isn't the little Haddock gracing my quaint library with her presence." Peder mocks a bow and chuckles.
"Peder. It's time." I tell him.
"Finally gonna bring them back out?" He asks me.
"Yep." I can't help the smile nearly breaking my face in half.
"I always knew you Haddock were holding out on the rest of us, you know where they are don't you?" He leaned in conspiratorially.
"Well... not yet." I admit "but I've got an idea where to start. I just need to find old Berk, new Berk and from there I'll be able to find the hidden world."
"So you'll be keeping me company, all day, eh?" He asks.
"Yes sir.". I smile at him and head off to the corner I've dubbed my own and have taken the liberty of decorating everything dragon-esque, including the original Berkian flag and Toothless' symbol on a blanket and draped over the chair. People like to take pictures with it.
"Alright, Nott." I lay out my maps with Hiccup's maps. He had early versions of everything, they've all been renamed and rediscovered by other people thinking they got there first.
"How's the research going?" Peder sat across from me and offered me a cookie.
"Thanks." I accept his offer and sit back and sigh. "I'm missing something, I'm so close it's like having the right word on the tip of my tongue and it's just out of reach."
"Well, perhaps you are looking too closely. Sit back, take a breath and perhaps pay attention to that boy that keeps staring sat you."
"What?" I look around and see a boy sitting at the tables alone. He's watching me so intensely I sink back into the couch. He smiles and walks over to me, Peder chuckles and dismisses himself.
"Nott Fury Haddock?" He asks
"Depends on who's asking." I respond.
"My name is Hagen Hanson Haddock II and I believe we're cousins."
"Haddock?" I ask "and your initials are HHH... is that a coincidence?"
"Not at all, every male in my family has had these initials for generations, starting with Hiccup Horrendous Haddock." He smiles wider, "the Dragon Master," he glances down at my maps and pages and notes "I have a feeling you're well educated on the Haddock name we both carry."
"I am." I sit back and cross my arms "why don't you have a seat and tell me why you've clearly hunted me down"
"I don't like that word." He growls at me then seems to regain his composure "I prefer the word tracked and yes, I have because you and I are the ones that are going to set the Dragon's free." He sits beside me
"You believe in dragons?" I ask a bit skeptically. Something felt off here.
"Nott Fury Haddock, I not only believe in dragons I believe we are the ones that are meant to bring them out again. When I discovered you and my family–"
"Discovered?"
"Yes, discovered." He sighs and scratches the back of his head. "Maybe I should start at the beginning?"
"I think that would be a good place." I sit back, I think this is going to be a long story.
"Well, I was adopted out of the family. I have been living in the states for the last eighteen years but I found out I was adopted two years ago, since then I have been tracking down and researching every shred of history I could. I found out my brith name, for starters, the one I go by now and found my real father, my mother had died in an accident and he was so grief stricken, well he didn't feel fit to take care of a child." Hagen just shrugs "I was alright, I had a good family." He smiles his fondness for them evident on his face "and they were very understanding of my desire to pursue this and I'm glad I did, because when I finally reached Hiccup in our well documented family tree and Stoick the vast, I couldn't believe it, I thought I must be some legend, some fairytail but my father, my birth father was insistent, dragons are real, he tried to find them at about sixteen and he did." Hagen's eyes glint.
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How to Train Your Dragon: A Worthy Generation
FanfictionMaybe it's the Haddock blood that runs through her veins or the fact that her grandmother has told her stories of her ancestral Viking history every night since she could remember but she believes in dragons, as much as it is the Bain of her mother'...