How To Train Your Dragon: Here Be Dragon Riders
Later tonight, I'll get caught up on answering comments and sometime later this week, Imma have to vent about RL lately because gah. Right now, though, I feel like posting some fic. Lucky for y'all, I got plenty I can throw up while I'm in the mood. Also, main fic index. I've been forgetting to put it into posts lately.
Title: Here Be Dragon Riders
Series: None
Word Count: 378
Rating: G
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Hiccup does not appreciate it when people try to invade his home.
Notes: I see this as several years after the movie, when Hiccup and Toothless are older, and dragons are more seamlessly integrated into everyday life--and battles--on Berk. Also, because I'm sure someone'll ask if I don't come out and state this, Hiccup did not skin Toothless or any other Night Fury, for that matter. He did take a cue from Toothless' coloring and put his shed scales to good use, though.
The Vikings of Berk were legend among the other tribes of the north. It was said that they fought with-no, that they became one with the dragons of their island. It was even whispered, always within the comforting safety of the fire’s light, that the first dragon rider of Berk could become a dragon, himself. The whispered assertion was always followed by a loud, raucous denial, of course.
Always…unless the fire in question happened to be on Berk’s shoreline and surrounded by would-be invaders. Why, that was another matter entirely, and a dangerous one, to boot. If the invaders were lucky, all they would have to contend with would be an assortment of dragons and riders sniping at them from overhead. If they were unlucky, the skies would be clear, the crowds of warriors absent, and the invaders would receive a visit from Hiccup the Dragonkin, with his ever-present dragon by his side.
On those nights, a slender man would melt out of the shadows at the edge of the firelight’s protection. He wore strange leathers dyed a night-dark blue color and armored with something that looked disturbingly like scales. A barely-there clink of metal drew attention to the most famous battle scar in the island’s recent history. That, and the surprisingly young face revealed when the man lifted his concealing hood were enough to give warning: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the slayer of the Green Death, the Dragonkin himself was among them.
Behind him, the night itself seemed to open venom-green eyes and spread wings of shadow over its rider’s head. “His kind are called ‘Night Fury,’” the Dragonkin said softly, warningly. “Stay here another night and you-all of you-will find out why.”
The first few invaders who heard this were foolish enough to stay. They were all totally obliterated the next night (save for one ship sent limping home to spread the Dragonkin’s warning) not by hordes of warriors borne aloft on dragons’ wings, but by one fearsome dragon and his determined rider. They never showed themselves. They never took any booty from the destroyed ships. They never missed. Thereafter, the decrease in the number of attacks on Berk was outmatched only in the increase in tales told of the island’s deadliest defenders.
Title: Here Be Dragon Riders
Series: None
Word Count: 378
Rating: G
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Hiccup does not appreciate it when people try to invade his home.
Notes: I see this as several years after the movie, when Hiccup and Toothless are older, and dragons are more seamlessly integrated into everyday life--and battles--on Berk. Also, because I'm sure someone'll ask if I don't come out and state this, Hiccup did not skin Toothless or any other Night Fury, for that matter. He did take a cue from Toothless' coloring and put his shed scales to good use, though.
The Vikings of Berk were legend among the other tribes of the north. It was said that they fought with-no, that they became one with the dragons of their island. It was even whispered, always within the comforting safety of the fire’s light, that the first dragon rider of Berk could become a dragon, himself. The whispered assertion was always followed by a loud, raucous denial, of course.
Always…unless the fire in question happened to be on Berk’s shoreline and surrounded by would-be invaders. Why, that was another matter entirely, and a dangerous one, to boot. If the invaders were lucky, all they would have to contend with would be an assortment of dragons and riders sniping at them from overhead. If they were unlucky, the skies would be clear, the crowds of warriors absent, and the invaders would receive a visit from Hiccup the Dragonkin, with his ever-present dragon by his side.
On those nights, a slender man would melt out of the shadows at the edge of the firelight’s protection. He wore strange leathers dyed a night-dark blue color and armored with something that looked disturbingly like scales. A barely-there clink of metal drew attention to the most famous battle scar in the island’s recent history. That, and the surprisingly young face revealed when the man lifted his concealing hood were enough to give warning: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the slayer of the Green Death, the Dragonkin himself was among them.
Behind him, the night itself seemed to open venom-green eyes and spread wings of shadow over its rider’s head. “His kind are called ‘Night Fury,’” the Dragonkin said softly, warningly. “Stay here another night and you-all of you-will find out why.”
The first few invaders who heard this were foolish enough to stay. They were all totally obliterated the next night (save for one ship sent limping home to spread the Dragonkin’s warning) not by hordes of warriors borne aloft on dragons’ wings, but by one fearsome dragon and his determined rider. They never showed themselves. They never took any booty from the destroyed ships. They never missed. Thereafter, the decrease in the number of attacks on Berk was outmatched only in the increase in tales told of the island’s deadliest defenders.