this is berk

a/n: HERE WE GO!!!!

hiccup is such a cutie <3 

i wanna give him a hug

guys, i heard somewhere that gobber is gay?? 

is that true??

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authors pov

05:51 AM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK

"this is berk," a male voice narrates, mist covering a clear dark lake which leads up to a tall mountain. "it's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death," tall pillars with viking helmets stand tall with flames flickering inside them. "it's located solidly  on the meridian of misery," village is revealed, white clouds on the grass who are sheep, graze the grass lazily. like they have nothing else to do. "my village. in a word, sturdy. it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new," the wooden buildings stand up, fires lit in some and not in others. the night sky is clear above, stars glinting in the moonlight. "we have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. the only problem are the pests,"

a sheep chews the grass, pausing to swallow but then it suddenly is whisked away. another sheep looks up, not noticing his friend being whisked away. he waddles over to where his friend was, chewing the grass there. it's tastier. nice.  

"you see, most places have mice or mosquitoes," hiccup opens the door to people yelling out. making him pause and gasp in fear as a dragon spots him. "we have..." he slams the door shut just as the dragon breathes fire at him. 

"dragons," he finishes, catching his breath with wide green eyes. 

"most people would leave. not us," dragons fly around berk, spewing fire and stealing sheep. a man continues to punch a dragon as it tries to fly off. another viking jumps at a dragon, trying to pull the sheep that it's stolen back down to berk. "we're vikings. we have stubbornness issues," 

hiccup runs out the now burning house, looking back with a scared grin and running forward again. 

"my name is hiccup," he runs around in the chaos, a man landing face down right in front of him. "great name, i know. but it's not the worst," he dodges everything, feeling kind of lucky. "parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls," vikings walk past carrying a log, that hiccup swiftly ducks underneath it. but a viking who wasn't paying attention, gets his head hit in face by the thing he's holding. 

hiccup cringes, gasping as he's suddenly pushed to the ground as another dragon blasts a fire ball out of their mouth. 

"like our charming viking demeanour wouldn't do that,"

hiccup head hits the ground, making him look up as a viking stands over him roaring. the viking looks down at hiccup with a smile. 

"morning!"

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hiccup races through the village, looking for any way he can help. sadly, isn't going to be one. he's not really a helper. he definitely tries to though!

"what are you doing here?"

"get inside!"

"what are you doing out?"

"get back inside!"

hiccup looks back as he yelps, the collar of his shirt being yanked back by a beefy hand. that hand saves him as a dragon, almost burns him alive. a taller ginger bearded man glares down at him with green eyes. 

"hiccup!" he shouts, holding the boy up from his collar. hiccup scrunches up his face in embarrassment. this isn't the first time. "what is he doing?" stoick asks, aloud before turning to his son with a glare. "what are you doing out?! get inside!" he shoves hiccup away, looking around with cold eyes. 

"that's stoick the vast, chief of the tribe," he watches a dragon fly away with a sheep in it's clutches. "when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders," stoick grabs a wooden structure, hurling it straight at the dragon. the dragon drops the sheep, flying off. "do i believe it? yes, i do,"

"what have we got?" stoick asks, turning around as this is the norm. and it is for him. 

"gronkles, nadders, zipplebacks," the man replies to his chief. "hoark saw a monstruous nightmare,"

the man hides under his shield, watching as another explosion goes off. stoick looks around, unfazed as flames fly onto his cloack. 

"any night furies?"

"none so far,"

"good," stoick says, flicking the flames away like they're nothing. 

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"hoist the torches!" a man yells, other vikings raising the flaming torches. the dragons screech and roar, trying to avoid the new lights. the brightness illuminating off their coloured scales. 

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hiccups runs into the open blacksmiths with panting breathes, shrugging off his brown fur vest. 

"nice of you to join the party!" gobber says sarcastically as he brings a hammer down on a blade. "i thought you'd been carried off!"

"who me?" hiccup laughs, tieing on his apron from the back. "no, come on, i'm way too muscular for their taste," he grunts, struggling to carry a metal hammer. he sets it where it needs to be on the wall, sighing with relief. "they wouldn't know what to do with all this," he tries to flex, but sadly, he has no muscle to flex. 

"they need toothpicks, don't they?" 

hiccup ignores him, opening the wooden window to the blacksmiths. it was bombarded with other vikings, slamming their broken weapons for him and gobber to fix. 

"the meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is gobber," hiccup carries the weapons away from the window, starting to mend them so they can be used again to protect their homes and harm the dragons disrupting the peace. "i've been his apprentice ever since i was little. well, littler,"

hiccup struggles to lower the fan, to increase the heat of the low amber flames. 

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"move to the lover defences," stoick commands sternly as he looks around. 

"aye," a viking says in response. 

"we'll counter attack with catapults," the vikings runs along the scaffolding as the dragons start to burn their homes down. 

"see? old village, lots and lots of new houses,"

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"fire!"

"all right, let's go!" hiccup perks up from the blacksmiths store, watching out the window. 

"that's fishlegs," a chubby blonde boy with a panicked expression runs around with a bucket in her hand. "snotlout," a sturfier boy with black hair runs off with a bucket and with a less panicked expression. "the twins: ruffnut, tuffnut," an identical girl and an identical boy with braided light blond hair fight over a bucket. "and..." a blonde girl with blue eyes throws water into a fire, turning around as a fire ball is aimed behind her. "astrid,"

hiccup sighs, looking at them. 

"their job is so much cooler," hiccup leans on the windowsill, trying to talk to astrid as she goes past is stopped as gobber picks him up by the collar of his shirt. 

"come on," hiccup complains as he's dangling in the air. "let me out, please. i need to make my mark," 

"you've made plenty of marks," gobber says, plopping hiccup back onto the solid ground. "all in the wrong places," gobber pokes him in the chest, hiccup whining. 

"please. two minutes. i kill a dragon," hiccup walks backwards. "my life will infinitely get better. i might even get a date,"

"you can't lift a hammer," gobber laughs. "you can't swing an axe. you can't even throw one of these!" he holds up a bola, a viking snatching it from his hands and grunting as he throws it at a dragon. perfect shot. it wraps around a gronkle, making it fall from the sky. 

"okay, fine," hiccup says, partly admitting defeat. "but this will throw it for me," he motions to his new invention. he pats it softly, it being set off by such a small touch. he recoils back in fear, the bola hitting another viking straight in the face. 

"see?" gobber points his hook straight at hiccup. "now, this right here is what i'm talking about!"

"mild calibration issues-"

"hiccup!" gobber flairs his arms around. "if you ever want to get out there to fight dragons...you need to stop all of this," gobber motions to all of hiccup, making the brown haired boy frown. 

"but you just pointed to all of me," hiccup scoffs, looking down. 

"yes," gobber says, pointing hiccup in the chest. "that's it! stop being all of you,"

"oh," hiccup nods slowly, dragging the word out. 

"oh yes," gobber says, squinting his eyes and matching hiccup's tone. 

"you, sir, are playing a dangerous game," hiccup points at gobber, the size difference obvious. gobber keeps his hands on his hips, looking down at the scrawny boy. "keeping this much raw vikingness contained? there will be consequences!"

"i'll take my chances," gobber turns away, grabbing a sword and tossing it to hiccup. "sword. sharpen. now," 

hiccup grunts as he starts to sharpen the blade. 

"one day, i'll get out there. because killing a dragon..." sparks fly from the blade, the same way sparks of determination fly to hiccup. "is everything around here,"