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The Outcast Lands EXTENDED EDITION	By : jopster11 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 12768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
“Okay, son, tell me how this feels,” Viggor said as he took a step back.
He had finished with Hiccup’s temporary prosthesis, as crude as it was. He took two thick branches and tied them to his wooden leg to strengthen the rotting wood. With a few nails, he attached a block of wood at the bottom, which would serve as his foot. The wood was carefully carved in a curve to match Hiccups natural walking stride. He could not ride Toothless with this arrangement, but again, this was only a temporary fix until his new prosthesis was complete.
Hiccup stood up from his stool, a task now made easier with that block of wood; it was a promising start. Next, came the more difficult part. He prayed to the gods that it would work well enough that he would not have to depend on anyone to help him walk from place to place.
Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward onto his prosthesis and managed to stay on his feet. He continued the test by walking across the shop as Viggor and Gobber watched. He walked with a slight limp, but this little fix of Viggor’s seemed good enough for now. “I think this will do.”
“Keep in mind, this is only temporary,” Viggor assured him. “By tomorrow, I’ll have an artificial leg that’s fit for a hero.”
“Well…” Gobber stepped forward. “This may be a very primitive shop, but I think I can whip something up that should be somewhat up to my standards.”
“Primitive? I’ve seen your work, and it’s anything but impressive.”
What was it with these two? From the very beginning, it was hate at first sight. Hiccup had never seen Gobber this competitive before. There was nothing in the world worst than two hard-headed Vikings going at it, so while they were arguing, Hiccup sneaked out of the shop.
Astrid and Bitwolf had been sitting outside the hut talking while Hiccup was getting his prosthesis made. When they saw him come out, they were immediately at his side. “I see you’re walking on your own again.”
“It’ll do,” Hiccup replied with very little enthusiasm. As long as he was grounded from flying on the back of his Night Fury, he would not be very happy with any type of prosthesis given to him.
Hiccup looked at the expressions on his friend’s faces and could tell that he had interrupted a deep conversation. They wore unease on their faces as if it was naturally painted onto them. “What’s up, guys?”
Astrid looked at Bitwolf, using her eyes to tell him that he had better start the discussion. Bitwolf understood the message. “Something is not right here; we’re both very uneasy about all of this.”
“All of what?”
“This village… Alvin… all of it!” Astrid replied. “Something is seriously outta whack here!”
“Our island is only a day from the western shore of this island. As far as I know, no one from my tribe has ever heard of these people.”
“Let’s not forget that they ‘claim’ that they’ve adopted the dragons on this island as their friends. There’s not a single docile dragon anywhere to be seen in this village; I don’t count the wild beasts that’ve tried to kill us since we’ve been here.”
“How about Stormfly?” Hiccup pointed out. The mood dragon was the one responsible for bringing them here in the first place.
“Where is she? We haven’t seen her since the cave.” Bitwolf replied
“I—I don’t trust her, Hiccup? That dragon has a nasty tendency to lie, and when she wasn’t, she was very vague about everything. Stormfly is where my unease began,” Astrid replied. She felt bad that she had such a distrust for the dragon, but she could not shake her gut feelings on the matter; something was amiss.
“Pardon me!” Alvin came out of nowhere to startling all three of the young adults. “Forgive me for intruding, but did you say something about Stormfly? Have you seen her?”
Hiccup’s friends turned their eyes towards him. They were leaving it up to him whether or not to tell the Viking chief the truth. He could read it on their faces; they were against the idea. He was taking their concerns to heart, and had to admit… they did bring up some very valid points. Thinking about it carefully, he did not see the harm in telling him the truth; perhaps it will shed some light on some of their fears. “Y—yes, she led us to the cave where you found us. She’s disappeared since.”
Bitwolf did not try to hide the disappointing scowl he gave towards him. Astrid hid it much better, but Hiccup knew her well enough to be able to read it in her eyes; she thought this was a mistake, as well.
“You know about her?”
Alvin frowned and let out a soft sigh. “Aye. I’ve raised that dragon since just a hatchling. I thought she was a gift from the gods; who would have ever thought a dragon that can speak our language?”
“What happened?” Astrid asked.
“The dragon is young, and like all young children, she acquired a rebellious streak. We got in a fight, and she threw a temper tantrum. She flew off, and has not been back since.”
“That could explain why she disappeared on us?” Hiccup stated. Looking over at Astrid and Bitwolf; neither was really buying his story. He had no idea why; it made perfect sense to him. The dragon was running away from home. She helped them just enough so they could be found and then took off, still not ready to resolve the issue.
“If I may ask, sir, what was the fight about?” Astrid asked.
“Think about it. She’s the first dragon that can speak our language; Imagine what we could learn from them. I wanted to train her to communicate with the wild, more aggressive dragons. Instead, she spewed some nonsense about violating the dragon’s privacy.”
“I can understand her concerns. No one really wants their friends to know absolutely everything about them.” Astrid looked at Hiccup.
His face turned red, knowing full well what she was hinting at. On the first night they got stranded on the island, he had accidentally gotten an eyeful preview of Astrid. He had pretty much seen everything there was to be seen. He would be lying if he did not admit that he really liked what he saw. She had lovely little humps on her chest, as her breasts were still in the process of growing. Her rear end was small but perfectly round. It was a sight that he dwelt on quite a bit. Of course, she got her revenge, unintentionally, when his undergarment came undone in front of her, and she got a full look at his package.
Without any warning, the earth moaned as the ground shook violently underneath their feet. The three young Vikings fought to stay on their feet as fear took hold of them. None of them have even been through an earthquake before, and it turned out to be more terrifying than they thought. The huts waved with the ground; the wood that they were made of was sturdy enough to remain intact.
Alvin had no problems standing on his feet. From his reaction, Hiccup could tell that these quakes were common place here on this island. The look on his face seemed to suggest that this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He merely looked back at the volcano until the shaking ended as quickly as it started.
The Vikings of the Outcast tribe acted as if nothing had happened and went on with everyday life. The reaction from Hiccup’s tribe was another story all together. All of his friends came running out of different huts. When they saw him with Astrid and Bitwolf, they ran to join them. “Can you believe that? That was absolutely wild!” Snotlout laughed.
“Yeah, it was like a mega monster came out of nowhere and took a giant step to shake…” He stopped himself when he noticed everyone was giving him an annoyed look. “Or, maybe not.”
“Alvin, are you sure your village is safe?” Stoick asked as he came walking up to them. He was on his way to check up on his son and Gobber until the quake hit. “That volcano seems awfully angry.”
Alvin bellowed out a hardy laugh. “There’s nothing to fear. That mountain’s nothing more than a kitten, though there’s an interesting story behind it.”
“Story?”
“Aye, passed down from generation to generation. You see, this tribe is a very religious tribe. Legend has it that before this land was inhabited, Odin and Thor, themselves, came here to do war against the fire giants and the weather giants.
“As the story goes, Surtur, of the fire giants, and Byleist of the weather giants formed an alliance to try to destroy Odin. It was the first and only time that two different fractions of giants worked together for a common goal; the destruction of Odin and the conquest of Asgard. They lured Odin and his army here to this island. The giants nearly won, but what the giants didn’t know, was that Odin KNEW that this battle was a trap.”
“What happened next!” Tuffnut said excitedly.
"Really?” Ruffnut rolled her eyes, “These children stories still excite you this much? Grow up!”
"You like them too and you know it. You have a children’s book stashed underneath you pillow that you read every night when you’re alone.”
Her return response was a fist cracking him in the nose and lips. “Shut up, troll!”
“Ow, that hurt! That very much hurt!”
Alvin disregarded the bickering of the twins and continued his story. “Knowing that this was a trap, he went into battle with the giants until it APPEARED that all was lost. That was when Odin sprung his own trap.
“Odin and his army vanished out of thin air, taking the giants by surprise. What the Giants failed to realize, was that they’ve been fighting illusions created by Loki. Odin and his army reappeared surrounding the giants along with Thor and an army of his own. Together, they decimated the giants.
“No one knows, for sure what happed to Byleist, but this tribe believes that Surtur, and his pet dragon, Furious, are imprisoned here in this mountain. To this day, our tribe believes that it is the god’s will for us to stand guard over this prison, to make sure the fire giant never escapes.”
“That was an awesome story! I can just imagine Thor taking Mjölnir and knocking some giant’s heads with it,” Snotlot swung an imaginary hammer in his imaginary battle with the giants. “What I wouldn’t give to have a hammer like that!”
“Well, that’s enough excitement for one day; our feast, in your honor, will start at sundown. It’ll not be much longer now.”
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