As time wears on, a lot of things change. You gain friends you lose friends. Some memories are made, and some are forgotten. But for Hiccup, there were certain things he struggled to keep In his memory. Like his home world, his real family… And most importantly, his best friend. When he had been little he and his est friend Jack, they had done everything together on the island town they called home. Most of the time they spent was on this little island sepeate from the mainland. They would meet after school or early in the summer morning and Jack would row them out to the island. That though.. It was a long time ago. One night, there had been a storm. A massive terrifying storm. It wasn’t just a hurricane, no this storm swallowed their world. Tore jack and hiccup apart. Hiccup had been 11. Lucky for him, he survived. Ended up in a whole different world though. It was scary, waking up in a home he didn’t know, two large men - a redhead and a blond with missing limbs- talking in hushed tone about him. Even more terrifying when you try to get out of the bed and see that you no longer had a left leg.
Hiccup had landed in a place called Berk, where Vikings lived and knew nothing of the outside world. The chief- Stoick the Vast had taken hiccup in as his son, having no heir to lead the tribe later on in life due to losing his son and wife. And that’s where hiccup stayed. But he hated it there. For months he was scared, wouldn’t talk to many people. He was fixated on drawing, trying to keep all the memories he could written down and drawn out. He didn’t know where anyone was. Everyone could have been dead for all he knew. But no, he had to hope. Hope that they were all okay.
As time went on hiccup tried to fit in. He had become a better artist, became more creative, and made himself a new leg, much better then walking with the help of crutches or a wooden leg, much like gobber, the man who had saved him. He became the mans apprentance and helped out in his shop. He was trying to live a semi normal life all while trying not to forget the life he had before.
But there was no mistaking that Hiccup was… Different. He could barely swing a sword, or lift a hammer. He didn’t have a lot of interes in what the Vikings did. And he was weak. Small and skinny and weak. Yeah working in a blacksmith helped some but he was nothing compared to the others. And for that he was excluded from a lot of things.
Now in the past year, hiccup was 16 and things were changing. The village was at war with monsters. It sounds crazy but it was true. At night these… Monsters would attack. Sometimes stealing food, sometimes attacking villagers. Once hiccup watched at they took a heart from a man. Yet even despite that, hiccup wanted to be one of the Vikings, he wanted to fight. But no everything he tried he would mess up, someone would stop him, or his ‘dad’ would throw him back inside. Hiccup managed to get out though, leave to go to the woods, practicing by himself. He wanted to be a Viking, he wanted to fit in, if only to have somewhere warm and inviting, like the island once had been to him.
I’m so detached and distant and cold at times, but I swear if you spark my interest, I can become so clingy and you’ll become so important to me and I will put so much of my time and effort towards you. But then you’ll get tired of me.
It’s this one below the cut in case you don’t know.
Well my computer is messed up. Ads pop up a lot and i dont know why, probably should fix that…
anyways this popped up on it and i couldn’t stop laughing….