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Post by nightfurymaster on Mar 4, 2011 0:18:30 GMT -5
I'm really impressed with the detail you've put into this. It really helps to give the story some background and makes it even more exciting than it is (if that's even possible)
and Wolfbane turns out to be the REALLY evil guy!! Never would've guessed. Keep it up!
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Post by Sunny on Mar 4, 2011 8:17:00 GMT -5
ZE PLOT THICKENS!!!!!!!! again. lol!
anywayz, this is still really good and EXCITING and with TWISTS!!! its great!!
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 4, 2011 9:01:16 GMT -5
Ok, I don't have any questions for now. I look forward to the next chapter!
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I think Hiccup stole my taco.
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Post by Avian on Mar 5, 2011 5:07:35 GMT -5
Ah hes, very good. Hiccup should go ahead and work out so he can atleast use a weapon. Like I always say: "It's better to always know how to fight and not need to than to not know how to fight and need to."
Truth is, your story is great, mine is far from finished, and I never say what I just said above.
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Post by nightfurymaster on Mar 5, 2011 20:15:02 GMT -5
lol
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Post by Sunny on Mar 5, 2011 20:43:20 GMT -5
haha!!! yes,lol
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Post by mrjop2 on Mar 9, 2011 21:28:25 GMT -5
Chapter 6: Jealousy
After his embarrassing mishap, Hiccup needed to let off some steam. The best place to unleash his anger was the blacksmith shop. There was something stress releasing about forging a new sword. He had used the giant cast iron pliers to pull out the sword from the furnace. The blade was glowing red, when he placed it carefully on top of the anvil. He took the forging hammer and began to pound on the metal into the proper shape. With each impact, red-hot sparks sprayed out in all directions. His protective apron protected him from the sparks from burning him.
He continued to unleash his rage onto the blade. He had become so focused on pounding the blade, that he failed to see Gobber enter the shop. “Ah, I see you are making a new weapon.”
As he continued to hammer the blade, his mind raced to come up with an excuse for making this weapon. He rarely volunteered to forge a new weapon; he usually only did so upon request by Gobber or a Viking who needed a replacement weapon. With no current requests for a sword, it was kind of hard to explain this away. He really had no desire to talk about what had happened today. “I just thought it would be a good idea to start a stockpile of swords. A sword is a totally underrated weapon among the Vikings.”
“Aye, that’s the truth, lad,” Gobber replied. “We definitely have a shortage of swords small enough to be used as toothpicks.”
Hiccup paused on his hammering to look down at the blade. The sword was indeed smaller than he had hoped. He let out a depressing sigh as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. There goes his perfect excuse to keep to himself. “I just had a bad day, that’s all.”
“Aye, I’d say that you did, too. I saw the whole thing.”
“I just want to say, that it’s very hard to throw an ax with only one good leg,” Hiccup said eagerly wanting to save face. Truthfully, he was trying to convince himself of it more than Gobber.
“And not to mention that you’re as scrawny as a twig.”
“Thanks for reminding me,” Hiccup replied dryly.
He looked out the window and saw his group of friends walking by. They were all gathering around Bitwolf laughing and having a fun time. When he saw Astrid right there next to him, his blood began to boil. He brought down his hammer onto the blade.
“Oh, I see what’s going on here. You can’t hide it from me; I know the look of a man with women problems.”
“Women Problems? What?” Hiccup looked at him weirdly.
“I was a young boy once, too. It doesn’t take a genius to see what you’re feeling. Another goat has entered the pen. Am I right?”
“Uh, I don’t think I understand what you mean?” Hiccup said, raising an eyebrow,
“Yes you do,” Gobber said, slapping Hiccup in the back with his real hand. “There’s one too many axes in the shed.”
“Still not getting it.”
“Really? I was sure you were going to get that one,” Gobber said, rubbing his chin. “Ah well, the point is, it appears you are in need of some advice about women.”
Hiccup looked up at him slyly. “No offense, but how are you qualified to give me advice about women?”
Gobber chuckled. “Just because I never got married, doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two about women.”
Hiccup glanced out the window at Astrid and Bitwolf and shook his head in depression. “What was I thinking? Why would I think she would stay interested in someone as boring as myself?”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Hiccup. Sure, you may be weak, clumsy, scrawny…”
“You really have a knack for making me feel better,” Hiccup said sarcastically.
“The point is, what you lack in all of those, you make you for up here,” he pointed to Hiccup’s forehead. “It was your brain that killed Green Death. If you hadn’t found a way to make peace with the beasts, we would not be standing here now. That boy out there–he would have been dragon food. I’m sure in Astrid’s eyes, you have him beat, hands down.” Gobber looked down at his ax attachment, which served as his artificial limb, and hid it behind him. “Well, you get the picture.”
“I suppose,” Hiccup replied, feeling a little better.
Gobber did have a point. If he had been like most other Vikings, he would have killed Toothless and Berk would not be here. Not even Bitwolf would have been able to stop Green Death. Yes, perhaps Bitwolf had killed a dozen dragons, but were any of them as dangerous as Green Death? He seriously doubted it. If they had both been chiefs, by Viking tradition, Hiccup would be Bitwolf’s superior. The more he thought about that, the better he felt.
Hiccup looked out at his friends, who were starting to disband. The only two still talking was Astrid and Bitwolf. Already his brief moment of relief from self loathing started to make a nosedive. Of course, he knew what he had done for Berk and was still capable of doing, but did Astrid really see him that way, or was she allowing herself to be blinded by his charm?
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Bitwolf could see Hiccup with the corner of his eye. The boy was watching them from the blacksmith shop, and that was why he had convinced Astrid to stay and talk a little longer. He could imagine how jealous he must be getting from inside the shop. “So, what’s the deal with Hiccup, anyway.”
“Don’t let him fool you. He may not be strong, but he’s very smart. Everything Stoick said about him killing Green Death, a few months ago, is true. We would've all been killed if it wasn’t for him. That’s how he lost his leg. He’s still having a little trouble adjusting to his new limb.”
A part of him could not believe that a boy like Hiccup could kill a Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus like Green Death. Was this a story this village made up to try to impress Ivar and get him off his back, or was there truth to the story? His father confirmed that Hiccup had a Night Fury, so perhaps there was something to this story.
The thought of a weak little Viking like Hiccup killing an exotic dragon like that made his blood boil. Bitwolf killed twelve dragons, but the biggest dragon he had ever killed was a Monstrous Nightmare. To be outdone by a pathetic excuse of a Viking was insulting to say in the least. Ivar reserved most of the exotic dragons for himself, leaving his father and the rest of the Vikings everything else. There was no way for any of them to get the respect that came with killing exotic dragons. That was why he and his father were going to kill Ivar. His father was tired of living in the shadow of the legend and being left with nothing more than scraps.
“If I did not know any better, I’d say that you were his girlfriend.”
“Call me that again, and I will knock some teeth out,” Astrid growled. Her eyes became serious and tense. “I belong to no man; I am my own person. No man will ever own me.”
“Ok, ok,” Bitwolf laughed. “Wow, you are scarier than a Monstrous Nightmare with a toothache.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Astrid grinned. She hated to be called girlfriend. It was not like that she did not like Hiccup, she really did, but to be called someone’s girlfriend was like losing her own identity, and with it, all the respect it came with. Her name was Astrid Hofferson-not Hiccup’s Girlfriend. She has worked too hard to lose the respect that she had to earn because she was a girl. There were too few women Viking warriors as it was. “Hiccup and I are friends.”
“Okay,” Bitwolf replied. He was convinced that she was attracted to him. It would not take long to get her to turn against Hiccup, after all.
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Evening had come, and the sun was setting. Hiccup had come to supper only to find his friends sitting with Bitwolf. They had not seen him come into the dining hall, so he snuck off to a far corner to eat alone. This had been the first dinner in a while that he sat by himself to eat. He usually ate with Astrid or his father. Stoick was being kept very busy by Ivar, so Hiccup had not seen much of him lately.
After supper, his friends and Bitwolf had parted ways. This was his opportunity to get back into good graces with them. Ever since he arrived, they had pretty much ignored Hiccup and flocked to their new friend. Once again, Hiccup had found himself as the outcast among the Vikings.
He followed his friends out of the dining hall and ran to catch up to them. “Hey guys, anyone want to sneak out and take ride on our dragons?”
“Eh, maybe some other time. Bitwolf is going to show us some of his amazing fighting techniques,” Snotlout replied. “Maybe I can use some of them to impress Gertrude.”
“Maybe I can get myself a girlfriend, too,” Tuffnut agreed.
“You’re never going to get a girlfriend, face it, Troll Mucus!” Ruffnut chuckled.
“You’re really getting on my nerves, sister!” Tuffnut butted heads with his sister.
“You make it way too easy, Elf Lips!” She replied with a grin. It was way too easy to get underneath his skin, and a whole lot fun as well.
“Cool it, you two,” Astrid said before looking toward Hiccup. “Why don’t you come with us?”
Going to learn some fighting moves from Bitwolf sounded as much fun as getting a tooth pulled. He was disappointed that they did not want to go riding on their dragons, but neither was he willing to sit through a session with Bitwolf just to be with them. He had no desire to watch him steal them away from him. “That’s okay, I just forgot that I need to close down the shop, anyway. I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, see ya!” Snotlout replied quickly as the group headed back to the old dragon arena.
* * * *
Having flown for many hours, the Shadow Lord had finally reached land. Dragon Island had been a desolate place, with very little food to sustain him. It was very rare for a dragon to come to the Island like the other Monstrous Nightmare had done. That dragon had provided much needed nourishment, but it was hardly enough. The Shadow Lord had a hunger that could never be satisfied.
Now, this new island was full of life. There was more than plenty of vegetation to provide habitation for suitable prey. From the sky, this Island was the biggest island he had ever seen. He could probably spend the rest of his life here, dining like he had never dined before. Dragons, humans, they all tasted the same. To the Shadow Lord, anything alive that crossed his path would find itself his next supper. He had no bias or particular cravings.
As night had fallen, he decided to fly down to the sandy beach to find a place to sleep for the night. There was a giant rock on the edge of the beach and the forest. It formed a giant cavern that was just big enough for him to lay down comfortably. He quickly descended towards the small cavern and landed on the sandy beach, just a few feet away. Instantly going invisible, he looked into the cavern.
Convinced that it would do nicely, he took time to pull up some grass, leaves, and twigs and spat them out into the cavern, to form a nice cozy little bed. After he was satisfied with his work, he breathed fire onto his bed, catching all the leaves and twigs on fire. After a few minutes, when they there was only burning charred remains left, he climbed into the cavern and laid his belly onto the hot bed. The warmth of the burning timber was soothing to his belly. With all of his work done, he laid his head down and closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he will go hunting, and he had a good feeling that he was going to have a very nice feast.
Next Chapter coming 3/16/11
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 9, 2011 22:02:30 GMT -5
This story keeps getting exiting! Poor Hiccup though, even what Bitwolf is doing agers me. And I hope the shadow lord doesn't eat Toothless! Will the shadow lord die at the end? Or will he fly away? Or will he stay with the viking?
Great story! I look forward to the next chapter!
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Post by mrjop2 on Mar 9, 2011 23:49:53 GMT -5
I will assume that you don't want me to answer that and ruin the ending of the story. ;D
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 9, 2011 23:53:46 GMT -5
Oh ok then . Well as long as nothing BAD happens to Toothless then i'm ok. Oh and I found some errors: “And don’t you forget it,” Astrid grinned. She hated to be called girlfriend. It was not like that she did not like Hiccup, she really did, but to be called someone’s girlfriend was like losing her own identifyYou put IDENTIFY and not IDENTITY. And: He followed his friends out of the dining hall and ran to catch up to his friends. “Hey guys, anyone want to sneak out and take ride on our dragons?” You didn't have to say 'friends' twice, just by deleying the second one will make it sound better. That is all.
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Post by nightfurymaster on Mar 9, 2011 23:54:32 GMT -5
Errrr Bitwolf needs to be thrown off a cliff or something lol.
Yes! Fantastic work! Keep it up!
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Post by mrjop2 on Mar 10, 2011 0:35:36 GMT -5
Thank you for pointing those errors out. I have gone back and corrected them.
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 10, 2011 0:36:59 GMT -5
Your welcome. ^^
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Post by nightfurymaster on Mar 11, 2011 21:46:51 GMT -5
Hey! Happy b-day!!
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 11, 2011 21:48:02 GMT -5
Happy B-day too!
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