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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 3
Just because the dragons had left, did not mean the danger was immediately over. The fire continued to rage throughout the village all through the night. As the sun started to rise, a storm pushed its way through and unleashed a torrential downpour. The rain proved exceedingly helpful in putting out the flames. Now, through the rain, Gobber and Stoick were walking through Berk, assessing the damage that had been done.
“Those beasts really did a number this time. They even got my shop! All my attachments were in there. This, here, is the only one I’ve got left.” Gobber said, waving his ax-head attachment in the air.
“This is my fault. We let our guard down, and we paid dearly for it. We’ve forgotten that not all dragons can be reasoned with.” Stoick replied. The sight of the devastation around him made him sick to his stomach.
“Now, don’t go blaming yourself. There’s no way we could’ve been ready for such an attack.”
“It doesn’t matter; I’m the Viking chief; the safety of this village rests solely on my shoulders.”
“Stoick!” his brother, Spitelout, came walking up to them. “Everyone is accounted for with only a few minor injuries to report. The damage, however, is extensive. The dragons destroyed almost everything that was important for our survival.”
“Dad!” Hiccup and Astrid came running up, appearing weary and battle worn.
“Hiccup, how are the dragons?”
Hiccup shook his head, not really knowing what to report. “As soon as the Timberjack arrived, all the dragons were acting like they were in a trance. Most of the dragons are safe; they went into hiding when the attack began. We did lose one Deadly Nadder in the attack: Astrid’s dragon.” Hiccup looked over at Astrid who remained quiet and emotionless. This was one of the rare times he could not pick up on what was going through her mind.
Stoick stroked his forehead as he felt a headache coming on. The damage to Berk was bad… real bad. They have had their fair share of destruction and chaos to overcome, but this was far worse. Their food supply, their building supplies, and even their weapon supplies were devastated. They barely had enough to survive another month, and they were quickly approaching winter.
“So what do we do now?” Spitelout asked.
“We’ve got no choice but to go for help. We‘ll set sail for the island off of the Visithug Territories and ask Ivar the Fearsome for help.” Stoick turned to his son. “You and your friends go get some rest. You’re coming with me.”
* * * *
“We’re gonna visit the Killagain Tribe?” Snotlout asked, not sure if he heard his cousin correctly or not.
“Yep,” Hiccup confirmed. “Toothless will be coming as well as a random Monstrous Nightmare.”
“Why are we bringing the dragons?” Tuffnut asked.
“Ivar is really only interested in Toothless. I think he wants to show us off to his tribe. The Monstrous Nightmare we’re bringing along only for security reasons. You never know what we may encounter during our journey.”
“This is stupid,” Bitwolf growled. “We don’t need their help! Do you realize how dangerous the journey will be? There are dangerous sea dragons roaming those waters, but they’re the least of your worries if the weather is bad.”
“Stop being a coward! We’re going there whether you like it or not!” Astrid snapped harshly, almost threatening him with her fist.
Her anger did nothing to faze Bitwolf, but everyone else was standing there in shock. No one had seen Astrid get this angry before. No one knew what to say or how to react. Feeling the eyes of everyone around her, she turned around and stormed off.
“Uh, don’t mind… her,” Hiccup eventually said. “Sh—she’s had a bad day. Bitwolf, I know how you must feel about going back to your old tribe, but…”
“You know nothing about it!” Bitwolf snarled, stepping up to Hiccup as to provoke him to a fight. Ivar had banished him as consequences of his father’s and his actions. Ivar had never been an easy man to get along with. He was a Viking chief that only ruled to serve himself. He shared none of the dragon-kills with anyone in the village. He sought to glorify his own honor, while treating his leaders like dirt. That was why his father, Wolfbane, had tried to kill him. They were sick of being treated like dogs that were only being fed leftover scraps from the table.
“Cool it, you guys!” Snotlout stepped in between the two of them, mostly for the protection of Hiccup would be beaten to a pulp in a fist fight.
“I realize this is gonna be odd for you, but I can assure you that Ivar’s not the same Viking. Your banishment here wasn’t an act of punishment; it was an act of compassion.”
“Yeah, whatever!” Bitwolf replied, reseating himself on top of a log and folding his arms.
Hiccup was not in the mood to discuss this any further. His mind was elsewhere at the moment. “Well, everyone rest up; we leave by mid-day.” Hiccup looked up at the stormy clouds over their heads as the rains continued to come down. How anyone was going to know when mid-day arrived was beyond him.
Hiccup left to catch up with Astrid. When he did, he began to wonder if he should have left her alone. With her anger radiating around her, the words he had for her had disappeared from his mind. “So, uh— don’t you think you were— uh— a little harsh on him?”
“You, of all people, should be the last one to take his side. He’s manipulative, cocky, arrogant…”
“Maybe,” Hiccup replied. It had only been a season ago when Bitwolf was assigned by his father to infiltrate their little group. He had tried everything to sabotage their group and even tried to woo Astrid away from him. Of all the Vikings, Hiccup had all the right to distrust Bitwolf. However, he had come to learn to forgive and forget. There was no point in festering in revenge and saturating in hate. Yes, Bitwolf was still rough around the edges, but given more time, he would begin to fit in more. “Somehow, though, I get the feeling that this isn’t about him. ”
Astrid sighed with frustration. “I told you, that I’m fine. It’s not like I had I bond with the dragon like you’ve got with Toothless. It was just another stupid dragon!”
“You don’t sound too convincing, right now,” Hiccup replied.
“Hiccup, don’t! Just… don’t!” Astrid threatened. Her angry face faded away, clearly not meaning to be this harsh on him. She knew he meant well, and that he was concerned about her. “Thank you, but don’t.” Astrid walked off, leaving hiccup behind. This time, he knew better than to follow her.
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Hiccup was relaxing over at his uncle and cousin’s hut, which was unharmed in the attack. They were supposed to be catching up on a little sleep before they headed out on their journey, but Hiccup was unable to do so. His mind would just not quit replaying the events of the day.
He was sitting by the fire pit when his father entered the hut and walked up to him. “You should be getting some rest, Hiccup. We’ve got a long journey ahead of us.”
“Eh, I couldn’t sleep,” Hiccup said.
“Aye, I can understand that,” Stoick replied, sitting next to him. “Since you’re awake, I want to talk to you about Bitwolf. Do you really think it wise to bring him with us? There’s no telling what Ivar might do to him if he saw him again. ”
“He’s a part of our gang, now. I’ve been trying hard to make him feel that way. ”
“Aye, that you have,” Stoick agreed. “I just don’t know if I trust him yet. Who’s to say he won’t run away the first chance he gets? What kind of trouble could he get himself in, on his own.”
“Eh, I don’t think he’ll do that, Dad,” Hiccup replied. “Something inside me tells me that we can trust him. ”
“I’ll leave him in your capable care, then” Stoick replied. “You know, I’m proud of you, son. You’ve really matured in the past year. I’ve given you plenty of responsibility, and you've done a great job. You’ve no idea how it makes me feel to know that I’ll have you to take my place when I’m gone. ”
“Thanks, dad,” Hiccup smiled.
* * * *
With some time to rest, Astrid entered her room and closed the door behind her. Her mind was too distraught from the recent fight to get any sleep. Her anger was still boiling inside of her, and she had no idea how to get it out.
She sat down on her bed, when she felt a small jolt of pain on her outer thigh. The pain was not bad in comparison to other injuries she had sustained, but she thought she should check it out anyway. She slipped her feet out of the boots and stood up. She unbuckled her belt of skulls and threw it onto the bed. The next thing to come off was her spiked warrior’s skirt. After it dropped to the floor, she stepped out and placed it onto the bed with her belt. She untied the string to her trousers and pulled them down to her ankles. After stepping out of her trousers, she untied her loin cloth and allowed it to fall of her.
Now completely bottomless, she inspected her thigh. The injury was almost nothing at all; it was just a small black and blue mark. While her pants were down, she inspected the rest of her nether region. She found nothing more out of the ordinary.
She then reached down and rubbed her womanhood. She was convinced that one day that she might marry Hiccup, and she would be lying if she did not admit that she imagined what it would be like. She imagined the wedding day, and a beautiful ceremony to start things off. All that was fine and good, but what she found herself imagining was what would happen after the ceremony.
She imagined what it would be like to see him naked for the first time. She imagined that when she exposed herself to him, that her breasts were full and round, not like her near-flat chest that she currently had. She constantly prayed that her breasts would grow out. She could not help but fear that she would be cursed with petit breasts the rest of her life.
She imagined him kissing her in all the right places. She imagine him in-between her thighs, thrusting his shaft into her. His hands would be cupping one of her breasts; massaging it gently. Another fear she had was that she would not be able to please him. She wanted that moment to be magical, and she wanted both of them to reach euphoria together.
Astrid finished disrobing until she was standing naked in her room. She rubbed her pathetic petit breasts. If her fantasy was to come to a reality, she needed a better body. Until that happened, that’s all any of this would ever be.
* * * *
Hiccup had no idea where he was; all he knew was that he had to run. Dodging branched, running around trees, and leaping over large rocks, the urgency to keep running was overwhelming. The only light he had to be able to see through the dense forest was the moonlight. It was enough for him to keep up a good pace, but it still did not seem good enough to outrun whatever was chasing him. It was hard enough to run with an artificial foot, which was not designed for this much action.
He ventured a glance backwards where he could see the tree tops flinging as if they were being chopped by a giant ax. Towering over the forest was a large shadow shaped as a Viking holding ax. The shadow continued his pursuit of Hiccup, chopping the tree tops off in the process. The shadowy Viking giant laughed mockingly at his feeble attempt to escape.
Hiccup threw caution to the wind, and forced himself to go faster. As he did, a lightning bolt streaked across the sky and hit the ground in front of him. The impact threw him back onto his back-side. Sitting on the ground, stunned by nearly being hit by lightning, he looked around his surroundings. A flash of lightning briefly lit the sky up, but in that time, he saw an old woman standing there to his right. He could not be certain how old she was, but her face was so aged and wrinkly that her skin looked like wood. Her thin white hair made her look even creepier as she stared at him with her beady eyes.
Everything inside of him told him to run... and he was not one to go against his gut feelings. He struggled to get back to his feet, but when he did, he continued running through the forest. This time, he did not dare to look back. He pressed forward has hard as he could.
Abruptly, the forest came to an end. Surprised by the sudden change of landscape, Hiccup stopped and stared at his new surroundings. He was standing in front of a giant volcano. A red eerie glow came from inside the mountain, as it grumbled like a stomach begging for food. Without warning, the mountain erupted, spewing fire and magma into the air.
Hiccup’s eyes were drawn to the spewing magma as a dark creature emerged. The creature was massive in height and length. As it stomped down the side of the volcano, Hiccup recognized the beast; it looked almost like Green Death, the dragon queen from the dragon’s nest, but this dragon was even bigger, and uglier. This dragon also no longer had his wings; all it had were the skeletal frame of what used to be there. All the skin and muscles were gone.
The dragon had all six of his eyes focused on Hiccup as he made his way to the young Viking as a predator to its prey. It let out an ear-splitting roar that would scare even the bravest Viking. After the dragon reached the bottom of the mountain, it charged at Hiccup with surprising and terrifying speed.
* * * *
Hiccup nearly fell out of his chair as he was startled awake by the terrifying nightmare. He was not even aware that he had fallen asleep, but his shaken nerves told another story. His heart was pounding, mercilessly, in his chest, and he was drenched in a cold sweat. The images were chiseled into his memories; images that would stick with him for a very long time. He could not remember the last time when a dream, or nightmare, had felt so real.
“Wake up, we’ve got to go!” Snotlout walked past him, slapping on the back, unaware of the experience he had just gone through.
Hiccup moaned, as he knew he probably looked as bad as he felt. This was not the first nightmare that had prevented him from getting sleep. For the past three days, these nightmares would come and keep him up at night; but he refused to tell anyone. If his father knew that he had not slept in days, then he would think that he was not ready for the mantle of leadership. He was determined to prove that he was ready for it.
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