Post by aile on May 18, 2010 18:00:30 GMT -5
Just an idea that's been bouncing around inside my head. I'll probably revise this later, but I hope you like it anyway! It's going to end up using some characters from the book, except they will be slightly different then their book-counterparts.
HTTYD: Revenge of the Exiled
Chapter 1: Going Down
The pound of his dragon’s heart beneath, the thrill of climbing high into the sky and then dropping down at heart-stopping speeds, the motion of his dragon’s wings as it beat frantically against the air…Hiccup was no stranger to these sensations. He was, however, not use to projectiles being shot at him from hostile pirate ships.
“Stay with me Buddy,” Hiccup soothed his dragon as something whizzed past the dragon’s fake tail fin, “We’ve got to give the others time!” The dragon bobbed its head in acknowledgement and dove towards the enemy ships, getting as close as it dared.
Hiccup could hear the startled cry that arose from the pirates as he and Toothless plummeted towards them, the Night Fury shrieking in anger. But the cry was the only fearful reaction that came from these strange men; most people would have hit the deck or jumped overboard for fear of a spray of hot, fiery death from the dragon’s mouth, but not these pirates, these pirates were not ordinary.
As Toothless bobbed and weaved between the ships, dancing around them so as to make whatever it was they were firing at the pair tear through their sails instead, Hiccup studied them. They were a ragtag group, not really impressive physically. All shared the same haunted look, like they knew their end was upon them and they were determined to take as many enemies with them as they could. They had guts, brains, and one Thor of a leader.
Toothless swung sharply to the left, bringing his rider within spitting distance of the flagship of the fleet. Behind the wheel stood the leader of the pirates, a tall man entirely covered in black clothes. Even his face was obscured by some sort of mask, leaving only his stone grey eyes visible. Hiccup shuddered as the eyes locked onto his, the hate and anger in them forcing their way into Hiccup’s own soul. The leader yelled something and all of a sudden the projectiles that had been coming at them became engulfed in flames.
“Let’s go Buddy!” Hiccup cried as he watched the men on the ships lathering some sort of substance on the objects and then lighting them on fire. Toothless nodded and flew up into the air.
While Toothless dodged the ever closer projectiles, Hiccup scanned the horizon for his tribe and sighed in despair as there were still no sign of his dragon-riding comrades.
“They must be having a hard time getting the other dragons to fight,” he murmured to himself.
Toothless, in fact, was the only dragon that hadn’t been cowering in fear since the pirates had come. It had been a little over a week ago when they had first appeared, demanding as soon as they had set foot on Berk’s docks that the Vikings pay them tribute. Stoick, Hiccup’s father, had of course refused, surprised that this rather beat up lot of men would demand such a thing from one of the most renowned Viking tribes. What had surprised the Chief even more was when they hadn’t even blinked when Hiccup had flown in atop his Night Fury. In fact, they hadn’t seemed at all concerned about any of the enormous reptiles, despite the fact that they were making an ever growing tinier scaled circle around them.
The leader of the pirates, after examining Hiccup who had then cowered behind his father a bit, again demanded tribute. Stoick had given the man a dumbfounded look. “Are you mad?” he’d asked, “You dare to challenge one of the most powerful Viking tribes that owns DRAGONS?! How could you hope to live, let alone defeat us?”
An evil, hollow laugh emitted from behind the leader’s mask. Hiccup shuddered as the eerie sound reached his ears and seemed to strike at his very heart, spreading ice through his veins. He held on to Toothless as the leader swept his eyes across the dock, his eyes finally locking onto Hiccup’s. Hiccup peered into them curiously, for the moment unafraid as he could feel his Night Fury beside him. There was something wrong with this man, something evil. The way he carried himself, the way he could calmly look around and asses the situation without the slightest hint of worry or fear…the way the light around him seemed to be sucked into a vortex, never to escape again…Hiccup feared this man far more than he had ever feared any dragon.
“Your dragons…”the man had finally said, “…will not keep you safe.” With that being said, he turned on Astrid who had just flown in on her Nadder, Chance. In the blink of an eye, he had thrown the tough Viking girl clear off her dragon and put the dragon itself in a choke hold.
The Vikings surrounding the girl instantly charged forth as this act of aggression, and the leader, after effectively knocking the dragon out, turned on them and tossed them aside like they were infants. The pirates instantly locked strange weapons on the remaining Vikings.
“Now,” the leader had said coolly, “Still want to refuse?”
Before Stoick could answer, Hiccup had hoped up on Toothless and taken to the sky. The other dragons had scurried off the minute Chance had gone down, but Toothless hadn’t; it was a Night Fury, nothing scared it.
“Toss ‘em out to sea!” Hiccup had roared. Despite the fact that he was terrified of their leader, he had hurt Astrid, and no one got away with that.
As the pair began their pirate-toss, the Vikings took the momentary distraction and followed suit, picking up the scrawny pirates and throwing them at their boats. When Stoick had gone up to chuck the leader into the icy waters, he had just simply stepped aside, whistled a strange note, and followed calmly after the remaining Vikings as they made a retreat back to the ships.
“You,” he had said over the din of the cheering Vikings, “will regret this.” He had been looking at Stoick when he said that, but Hiccup felt sure that those words of warning were meant for him.
Now, a week later, the Vikings and pirates were locked in a war of sea vs. air. Some of the dragons had come out, but most were terrified due to the strange weapons the pirates were using. The dragons that went to battle usually came back with holes in their wings.
“Ahh!” Hiccup yelped as a flaming object shot past his head, “I bet Dad would be real happy to now that the decoy job is a lot more dangerous than fighting!”
Stoick had originally wanted Hiccup to stay put. It had been just a little over a year since the battle with the Red Death, and the memory of almost losing Hiccup was still fresh in the man’s mind. Hiccup, after much pleading and bargaining had been given the job of attracting the pirates’ attentions while the Vikings came in for an aerial assault.
“But,” Stoick had said firmly, “if things get too dangerous, get out of there fast. The minute they start shooting flames, get back here.”
Toothless seemed to remember that fact and whined as another flaming object flew by. “Ok Bud, we’ve done all we can, time to go home,” Hiccup said, his voice filled with tension. For once he was obeying his father’s orders willingly; an uncontrolled fall into the sea didn’t sound pleasant at all.
As soon as Toothless turned around for Berk, the pirates stopped firing. “Hm,” Hiccup said to himself, “that’s odd.”
As they neared the forests over the northern half of the island, a volley of fire came at them, both from the land and sea.
“Agh!” Hiccup exclaimed as Toothless took evasive maneuvers, “How were they able to get men on the island?” His query was replied with a shriek of Toothless’s as something tore through his right wing.
“Toothless!” Hiccup cried. The dragon began to fall towards the forest, trees rushing towards them at an alarming rate. Forgetting about the pirates for a second, Hiccup pulled hard, trying to get Toothless to straighten out so they could land. That was when two hot objects shot straight through him, blood spilling over the back of his dragon. “Tooth….less…” Hiccup coughed. He slumped over in the saddle, held in place only by his harness.
Toothless screamed as the scent of Hiccup’s blood filled its nose. He could feel it as it soaked through the saddle and dyed his black scales in red.
Through its own pain, Toothless realized that it was in charge of getting Hiccup help. Sure, it had a hole through a wing, but Hiccup…Hiccup was bleeding, a lot. Risking a glance back at its unconscious rider, Toothless desperately tried to steer itself.
Out of the corner of its eye, a cottage in a clearing came into view. Toothless remembered seeing it before; Hiccup had told it that it belonged to a woman that had been banned from the village when Hiccup was younger. Well, banned woman or not, surely she would help Hiccup. With that thought in mind, Toothless dove towards it, keeping its injured wing closed so as not to make the hole bigger.
The last thing that Toothless thought of before hitting the hard ground was, “I hope Hiccup survives this!”
Stoick yelled in fury as he watched his son shot through. Forgetting about the Nightmare he was trying to coax out of the dining hall, Stoick grabbed his axe and headed for the forest.
“Gobber!” he called, “Lead the men onto the ships and have them attack the old way! Let the dragons stay here and cower in fear!”
“Aye!” Gobber responded.
“Astrid, Snoutlout, you’re with me!” Stoick commanded.
“Yes sir!” Astrid said obediently.
“Where are we going?” Snoutlout asked, wary of his infuriated chief.
“To find Hiccup!”
HTTYD: Revenge of the Exiled
Chapter 1: Going Down
The pound of his dragon’s heart beneath, the thrill of climbing high into the sky and then dropping down at heart-stopping speeds, the motion of his dragon’s wings as it beat frantically against the air…Hiccup was no stranger to these sensations. He was, however, not use to projectiles being shot at him from hostile pirate ships.
“Stay with me Buddy,” Hiccup soothed his dragon as something whizzed past the dragon’s fake tail fin, “We’ve got to give the others time!” The dragon bobbed its head in acknowledgement and dove towards the enemy ships, getting as close as it dared.
Hiccup could hear the startled cry that arose from the pirates as he and Toothless plummeted towards them, the Night Fury shrieking in anger. But the cry was the only fearful reaction that came from these strange men; most people would have hit the deck or jumped overboard for fear of a spray of hot, fiery death from the dragon’s mouth, but not these pirates, these pirates were not ordinary.
As Toothless bobbed and weaved between the ships, dancing around them so as to make whatever it was they were firing at the pair tear through their sails instead, Hiccup studied them. They were a ragtag group, not really impressive physically. All shared the same haunted look, like they knew their end was upon them and they were determined to take as many enemies with them as they could. They had guts, brains, and one Thor of a leader.
Toothless swung sharply to the left, bringing his rider within spitting distance of the flagship of the fleet. Behind the wheel stood the leader of the pirates, a tall man entirely covered in black clothes. Even his face was obscured by some sort of mask, leaving only his stone grey eyes visible. Hiccup shuddered as the eyes locked onto his, the hate and anger in them forcing their way into Hiccup’s own soul. The leader yelled something and all of a sudden the projectiles that had been coming at them became engulfed in flames.
“Let’s go Buddy!” Hiccup cried as he watched the men on the ships lathering some sort of substance on the objects and then lighting them on fire. Toothless nodded and flew up into the air.
While Toothless dodged the ever closer projectiles, Hiccup scanned the horizon for his tribe and sighed in despair as there were still no sign of his dragon-riding comrades.
“They must be having a hard time getting the other dragons to fight,” he murmured to himself.
Toothless, in fact, was the only dragon that hadn’t been cowering in fear since the pirates had come. It had been a little over a week ago when they had first appeared, demanding as soon as they had set foot on Berk’s docks that the Vikings pay them tribute. Stoick, Hiccup’s father, had of course refused, surprised that this rather beat up lot of men would demand such a thing from one of the most renowned Viking tribes. What had surprised the Chief even more was when they hadn’t even blinked when Hiccup had flown in atop his Night Fury. In fact, they hadn’t seemed at all concerned about any of the enormous reptiles, despite the fact that they were making an ever growing tinier scaled circle around them.
The leader of the pirates, after examining Hiccup who had then cowered behind his father a bit, again demanded tribute. Stoick had given the man a dumbfounded look. “Are you mad?” he’d asked, “You dare to challenge one of the most powerful Viking tribes that owns DRAGONS?! How could you hope to live, let alone defeat us?”
An evil, hollow laugh emitted from behind the leader’s mask. Hiccup shuddered as the eerie sound reached his ears and seemed to strike at his very heart, spreading ice through his veins. He held on to Toothless as the leader swept his eyes across the dock, his eyes finally locking onto Hiccup’s. Hiccup peered into them curiously, for the moment unafraid as he could feel his Night Fury beside him. There was something wrong with this man, something evil. The way he carried himself, the way he could calmly look around and asses the situation without the slightest hint of worry or fear…the way the light around him seemed to be sucked into a vortex, never to escape again…Hiccup feared this man far more than he had ever feared any dragon.
“Your dragons…”the man had finally said, “…will not keep you safe.” With that being said, he turned on Astrid who had just flown in on her Nadder, Chance. In the blink of an eye, he had thrown the tough Viking girl clear off her dragon and put the dragon itself in a choke hold.
The Vikings surrounding the girl instantly charged forth as this act of aggression, and the leader, after effectively knocking the dragon out, turned on them and tossed them aside like they were infants. The pirates instantly locked strange weapons on the remaining Vikings.
“Now,” the leader had said coolly, “Still want to refuse?”
Before Stoick could answer, Hiccup had hoped up on Toothless and taken to the sky. The other dragons had scurried off the minute Chance had gone down, but Toothless hadn’t; it was a Night Fury, nothing scared it.
“Toss ‘em out to sea!” Hiccup had roared. Despite the fact that he was terrified of their leader, he had hurt Astrid, and no one got away with that.
As the pair began their pirate-toss, the Vikings took the momentary distraction and followed suit, picking up the scrawny pirates and throwing them at their boats. When Stoick had gone up to chuck the leader into the icy waters, he had just simply stepped aside, whistled a strange note, and followed calmly after the remaining Vikings as they made a retreat back to the ships.
“You,” he had said over the din of the cheering Vikings, “will regret this.” He had been looking at Stoick when he said that, but Hiccup felt sure that those words of warning were meant for him.
Now, a week later, the Vikings and pirates were locked in a war of sea vs. air. Some of the dragons had come out, but most were terrified due to the strange weapons the pirates were using. The dragons that went to battle usually came back with holes in their wings.
“Ahh!” Hiccup yelped as a flaming object shot past his head, “I bet Dad would be real happy to now that the decoy job is a lot more dangerous than fighting!”
Stoick had originally wanted Hiccup to stay put. It had been just a little over a year since the battle with the Red Death, and the memory of almost losing Hiccup was still fresh in the man’s mind. Hiccup, after much pleading and bargaining had been given the job of attracting the pirates’ attentions while the Vikings came in for an aerial assault.
“But,” Stoick had said firmly, “if things get too dangerous, get out of there fast. The minute they start shooting flames, get back here.”
Toothless seemed to remember that fact and whined as another flaming object flew by. “Ok Bud, we’ve done all we can, time to go home,” Hiccup said, his voice filled with tension. For once he was obeying his father’s orders willingly; an uncontrolled fall into the sea didn’t sound pleasant at all.
As soon as Toothless turned around for Berk, the pirates stopped firing. “Hm,” Hiccup said to himself, “that’s odd.”
As they neared the forests over the northern half of the island, a volley of fire came at them, both from the land and sea.
“Agh!” Hiccup exclaimed as Toothless took evasive maneuvers, “How were they able to get men on the island?” His query was replied with a shriek of Toothless’s as something tore through his right wing.
“Toothless!” Hiccup cried. The dragon began to fall towards the forest, trees rushing towards them at an alarming rate. Forgetting about the pirates for a second, Hiccup pulled hard, trying to get Toothless to straighten out so they could land. That was when two hot objects shot straight through him, blood spilling over the back of his dragon. “Tooth….less…” Hiccup coughed. He slumped over in the saddle, held in place only by his harness.
Toothless screamed as the scent of Hiccup’s blood filled its nose. He could feel it as it soaked through the saddle and dyed his black scales in red.
Through its own pain, Toothless realized that it was in charge of getting Hiccup help. Sure, it had a hole through a wing, but Hiccup…Hiccup was bleeding, a lot. Risking a glance back at its unconscious rider, Toothless desperately tried to steer itself.
Out of the corner of its eye, a cottage in a clearing came into view. Toothless remembered seeing it before; Hiccup had told it that it belonged to a woman that had been banned from the village when Hiccup was younger. Well, banned woman or not, surely she would help Hiccup. With that thought in mind, Toothless dove towards it, keeping its injured wing closed so as not to make the hole bigger.
The last thing that Toothless thought of before hitting the hard ground was, “I hope Hiccup survives this!”
Stoick yelled in fury as he watched his son shot through. Forgetting about the Nightmare he was trying to coax out of the dining hall, Stoick grabbed his axe and headed for the forest.
“Gobber!” he called, “Lead the men onto the ships and have them attack the old way! Let the dragons stay here and cower in fear!”
“Aye!” Gobber responded.
“Astrid, Snoutlout, you’re with me!” Stoick commanded.
“Yes sir!” Astrid said obediently.
“Where are we going?” Snoutlout asked, wary of his infuriated chief.
“To find Hiccup!”
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