Post by snowflash ~Path of Destruction on Dec 17, 2011 21:44:57 GMT -5
AU. Summary: He was… different, to say the least. He didn't kill; he didn't injure- He created. But to a war-obsessed community, all they ever see is failures. This is the life and times of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III before he became a hero, back when all he knew was failure… and a dragon? Pre-Movie, younger!Hiccup, younger!Toothless
Some parts will be similar to the movie, if not the same, and some parts will be from the books. But for the most part, this is of my own creation.
This is the shortest chapter… hopefully. My goal from here out will be 5000 words.
Enough rambling. Onward!
Failures: Chapter One
My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the third. I am fourteen years old, and well-known as the village failure. My father is Chief Stoick the Vast, a large red haired Viking. He doesn't care much for me- I'm no Viking. My mother is Valhallarama the Brave, and in my opinion, she is the nicest person ever. She's the only person to ever care for me, and she's gone now.
And my seventh birthday is the day it all went down in flames. Literally.
X
Something was shaking me. I don't want to get up. It's warm and comfortable here, and outside it's cold.
"Hiccup! Get up! It's your birthday!" Mom said.
This statement caused me to snuggle further into my blanket, this time cross. I did not want to celebrate my birthday. I needed no further reminders of my failures. The shaking became more persistent. So I sat up. "Oh, alright!"
My mother burst into laughter.
"What?" I demanded.
"Your hair is a mess! Come on, I'll clean it up! Can't have you looking scruffy on your birthday," spoke Mom.
I yelped as the brush was jerked through my matted hair. Despite my mother's kind demeanor, she was still a Viking, and all Vikings are tough. Except for, you know… me.
X
The sun was setting on a very depressing day. As a gift from my cousin Snotlout and his friends Tuffnut and Ruffnut, I received two black eyes. As a gift from my mother, the trio received a good walloping. Mom was cheerful all day.
And now…
"Time for your present, Hiccup!" She cried.
My dad just stood there, looking, well, stoic. Finally, he grunted, "happy birthday," and left me with my overly excited mother.
"Here!" She exclaimed, thrusting a small leather bound book into my hand.
I took it hesitantly. After all, I can't read, so why was I given this? "Uh, Mom? What is it for?"
She laughed. "I've seen you draw! It's a blank book for you to draw in!"
"Cool!" I cried, despite my remaining confusion. I was pretty sure Vikings didn't draw.
Mom smiled at me. "Good night, now, Hiccup."
I closed my eyes,
How was I to know that was the last smile she'd ever give me?
X
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Why was there a bell going off? It took a minute for the alarm to process in my drowsy state. Couldn't I sleep just a moment more? A scream sounded in the village. Guess not. I sat up in bed and pulled on my boots, and grabbed my dagger. What should I do?
"Hiccup! Stay here!" Mom screamed.
Okay then. I rushed to the window; what was going on? But I couldn't see a thing. Frustrated, I sat down on my bed, listening to my mother fight the dragons. I smelt smoke, could see it rising from the stairs. Why am I calm? I can't get out. And Mother's quiet now. All I hear is the sounds of weapons crashing and fire blasting.
"NIGHT FURY!"
"GET DOWN!"
A small blast crashed through the wall. A small sleek black dragon with green cat-like eyes and no teeth jerked its head towards the hole in the wall. I thought I may have heard it say, "Come on," but I'm sure I was hearing things. Its ear-like appendages were flat upon its head, but its eyes were friendly. I stared at the dragon, feeling dizzy. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was coughing. It felt like I couldn't breathe! I gulped what little air my lungs could greedily. Everything was spinning, and black spots were pressing at the edge of my vision. The dragon crooned in worry, as if saying, 'are you okay?'
I slumped over into the darkness.
X
My ears went up in alarm. "Hero? Hero? Are you alright?" I yipped.
There was no response. There was only one thing to do. I had to keep him safe- he was the prophesied one. I tottered forward, and nosed my head underneath the boy's limp form, until he was on my back. Hopefully, I wouldn't lose him… My wings spread out, almost instantly, and I leapt from the window, using them to slow down, and keep the human from falling.
Why did the Wise One place the burden of protecting the prophesied one on my young shoulders? I was his age! It wasn't fair.
People of the boy's village gasped at seeing the wilting form on my back. "He's done something stupid again!" One of them cried.
I bristled. "He didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to!"
But of course, they couldn't understand me, and took my growls as hostile. I ran into the woods. This boy would be better off away from here for now.
X
I woke to the bright morning sun. Wait, sun? Morning? It's not supposed to be morning; it was the middle of the night in my room. What happened? A small curious black dragon wagged his tail at me, almost like a dog. I yelped and scrambled back several feet like a crab. "N-night Fury!" I squealed, both terrified and excited. It had been in my room last night. Was it why I was here?
"Are you okay?" It rumbled.
I stumbled back more. "You can speak Berkian!"
"Actually, it's not that I speak your language; it's the other way round."
Some parts will be similar to the movie, if not the same, and some parts will be from the books. But for the most part, this is of my own creation.
This is the shortest chapter… hopefully. My goal from here out will be 5000 words.
Enough rambling. Onward!
Failures: Chapter One
My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the third. I am fourteen years old, and well-known as the village failure. My father is Chief Stoick the Vast, a large red haired Viking. He doesn't care much for me- I'm no Viking. My mother is Valhallarama the Brave, and in my opinion, she is the nicest person ever. She's the only person to ever care for me, and she's gone now.
And my seventh birthday is the day it all went down in flames. Literally.
X
Something was shaking me. I don't want to get up. It's warm and comfortable here, and outside it's cold.
"Hiccup! Get up! It's your birthday!" Mom said.
This statement caused me to snuggle further into my blanket, this time cross. I did not want to celebrate my birthday. I needed no further reminders of my failures. The shaking became more persistent. So I sat up. "Oh, alright!"
My mother burst into laughter.
"What?" I demanded.
"Your hair is a mess! Come on, I'll clean it up! Can't have you looking scruffy on your birthday," spoke Mom.
I yelped as the brush was jerked through my matted hair. Despite my mother's kind demeanor, she was still a Viking, and all Vikings are tough. Except for, you know… me.
X
The sun was setting on a very depressing day. As a gift from my cousin Snotlout and his friends Tuffnut and Ruffnut, I received two black eyes. As a gift from my mother, the trio received a good walloping. Mom was cheerful all day.
And now…
"Time for your present, Hiccup!" She cried.
My dad just stood there, looking, well, stoic. Finally, he grunted, "happy birthday," and left me with my overly excited mother.
"Here!" She exclaimed, thrusting a small leather bound book into my hand.
I took it hesitantly. After all, I can't read, so why was I given this? "Uh, Mom? What is it for?"
She laughed. "I've seen you draw! It's a blank book for you to draw in!"
"Cool!" I cried, despite my remaining confusion. I was pretty sure Vikings didn't draw.
Mom smiled at me. "Good night, now, Hiccup."
I closed my eyes,
How was I to know that was the last smile she'd ever give me?
X
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Why was there a bell going off? It took a minute for the alarm to process in my drowsy state. Couldn't I sleep just a moment more? A scream sounded in the village. Guess not. I sat up in bed and pulled on my boots, and grabbed my dagger. What should I do?
"Hiccup! Stay here!" Mom screamed.
Okay then. I rushed to the window; what was going on? But I couldn't see a thing. Frustrated, I sat down on my bed, listening to my mother fight the dragons. I smelt smoke, could see it rising from the stairs. Why am I calm? I can't get out. And Mother's quiet now. All I hear is the sounds of weapons crashing and fire blasting.
"NIGHT FURY!"
"GET DOWN!"
A small blast crashed through the wall. A small sleek black dragon with green cat-like eyes and no teeth jerked its head towards the hole in the wall. I thought I may have heard it say, "Come on," but I'm sure I was hearing things. Its ear-like appendages were flat upon its head, but its eyes were friendly. I stared at the dragon, feeling dizzy. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was coughing. It felt like I couldn't breathe! I gulped what little air my lungs could greedily. Everything was spinning, and black spots were pressing at the edge of my vision. The dragon crooned in worry, as if saying, 'are you okay?'
I slumped over into the darkness.
X
My ears went up in alarm. "Hero? Hero? Are you alright?" I yipped.
There was no response. There was only one thing to do. I had to keep him safe- he was the prophesied one. I tottered forward, and nosed my head underneath the boy's limp form, until he was on my back. Hopefully, I wouldn't lose him… My wings spread out, almost instantly, and I leapt from the window, using them to slow down, and keep the human from falling.
Why did the Wise One place the burden of protecting the prophesied one on my young shoulders? I was his age! It wasn't fair.
People of the boy's village gasped at seeing the wilting form on my back. "He's done something stupid again!" One of them cried.
I bristled. "He didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to!"
But of course, they couldn't understand me, and took my growls as hostile. I ran into the woods. This boy would be better off away from here for now.
X
I woke to the bright morning sun. Wait, sun? Morning? It's not supposed to be morning; it was the middle of the night in my room. What happened? A small curious black dragon wagged his tail at me, almost like a dog. I yelped and scrambled back several feet like a crab. "N-night Fury!" I squealed, both terrified and excited. It had been in my room last night. Was it why I was here?
"Are you okay?" It rumbled.
I stumbled back more. "You can speak Berkian!"
"Actually, it's not that I speak your language; it's the other way round."