"Dragons."
Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have...stubbornness issues. 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.
Hiccup got knocked over and a random Viking loomed over him and yelled, "ARGGGHHHHH! Mornin'!" Hiccup kept running, passing multiple people along the way who shouted things like,
"What are you doing here?!"
"Get inside!"
"What are you doin' out?"
"Get back inside!"
As he ran, Stoick grabbed Hiccup by the collar of his shirt. "Hiccup?! What is he doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" He yelled and pushed him along. Hiccup obeyed, rushing along.
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? Yes, I do.
"What have we got?" Stoick asked.
"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."
"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked.
"None so far," Starkard replied. A few burning embers landed on Stoick's shoulder. He casually brushed it off like it was nothing.
"Good."
Meanwhile, back with Hiccup, He ran into Gobber's shop to help him. "Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" Gobber mocked, working on one of the many weapons he had to fix.
"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all...this." Hiccup replied, gesturing to himself.
"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" Gobber replied, still mocking him.
The meat-head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...little-er.
As more buildings and such get lit on fire, Hiccup keeps helping Gobber. This is something the people don't react much to, aside from noting that they now had something else to take care of.
See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.
"FIRE!" Someone shouted.
"Alright, let's go!" A boy with blond hair shouted.
Oh, and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and Arrow. The other group there is the rag tag group of brothers, Zane, Ash, Kent, and Carl. They're (Y/n)'s older brothers, even if the longest distance between their ages is around 6 minutes. That makes Zane and (Y/n) about half and hour apart at age. (Y/n)'s never with them though. She's with Gothi, doing her own job, which many would argue is even more important.
On a hill in a hut is a girl with (h/l) (h/c), (e/c) eyes, and (s/c) skin. She is treating a bad leg wound on a Viking with her mentor, an old silent woman, helping her. The two worked well together and (Y/n)'s focus on her job was very serious. Everyone knew she was the best of the best when it came to the 'next in lines', as they were called.
She's probably the hottest girl in the village. And she's the only one who's nice to me. Well...she's not mean, but we don't talk to each other. And man are their jobs so much cooler.
Hiccup tried to leave, but Gobber grabbed him, stopping him. Hiccup groaned as he was picked up in the man's hook hand. "Oh, come on. Let me out, please? I need to make my mark!"
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Different (Hiccup x Reader)
Fanfiction(This story takes place in the first movie, also Astrid is gender-bent into Arrow.) You were always the outcast of the village. You never talked to anyone other than Gothi and your family since you were Gothi's apprentice. You knew you weren't the s...
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