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Dreams. Dreams are something that I actually enjoy in life. The quietness and peace that surrounds you. It's something that I can look forward too at the end of the day.
Such a simple thing really, it's gives you hope that's nonexistent. But then it's melts away.
Like ice on a sunny day.
I open my eyes groggily as I'm woken up by the sounds of battle cries and monstrous roars, a pretty average morning on Berk.
I groan as I sit up, letting my legs swing from the bed as I rub my face. My body sore from one of my failed inventions exploding, sending me flying into the newly made weapons, which took forever to put back away, given how my body was built, I can barely lift a full basket of fish, let alone an axe.
They truly need to give me a break.
Sitting up with a grunt, I walked downstairs to the front door, that had a very pleasant surprise behind it. A nadder fighting over a basket of fish turns its head and shoots fire straight at me, closing the door right before it hits me. I let out a heavy sigh. “Good morning, Berk..”
As quick as this little body of mine could go, I ran out of the house, dodging the blast of fire from the dragons as they took what they could get. Unfortunately, I couldn’t dodge the people of Berk, continuously bumping into people while getting hit with their words.
"Get out of the way!"
"Go back inside!"They said, like usual, when any raid came.
I've heard their words so many times before that I have no reaction to it, unless they are begging to see some of my famous acts, which is not common unless we’re talking about snotface.
I was going too fast to slow down now, I took an attempt to jump over a rogue basket rolling my way instead I just trip, lucky me.
As always, my 'luck' runs out as another nadder notices me and starts to chase after me. I can't catch a break for the life of me! I thought. I stumbled to my feet and ran like Hel.
Trying to run in tight corners in a way to lose it. My heart drops, hearing it charge up its shot. Suddenly, I feel someone grab me by the back of my collar and pull me out of its line of fire. Immediately I knew who was holding me up. Stoick The Vast, my father.
I find it funny how someone like him could have a runt of a child like me; must have done something dumb in the past to have the gods curse him with a runt.
I took in a sharp breath, feeling my body hit the ground hard. I didn't even bother to look at his annoyed expression, having seen it times before.
“What is he doing-What are you doing out here!” He said harshly.
“I’m just going to the forge..” I mumbled.
“Then get the Hel outta the way.”
I just stared at the ground, breathing hard. Gods, my adrenaline sucks! Stoick groans, and not even in the slightest way of being gentle, he pulls me up and pushes me away.
Tripping over my own feet, somehow I managed to find balance and run to the forge. As I ran inside, I immediately grabbed my apron and got to work.
“Ah, nice of ye’ to join me.”
“Oh well, you know they couldn’t handle a big ol' viking like me out there.”
I tried to add a hint of laughter in my joke, but I couldn’t find it. Gobber, the rare few, and I mean few, to actually care about me, being used to my attitude for a while now, know not to press on about it; unfortunately this time was different.
“He shout at ya again?”
I sighed, “It's not that...he treats me like I'm incapable of doing anything. Like I need to be babysit constantly.”
Gobber laughs, “Well, you can't lift a sword, ye’ can't swing an axe. You're always getting into something that could kill ye'. He’s not too far off.”
I gave him an annoyed look. “How am I supposed to prove myself as a good Viking if he doesn't give me a chance?”
Disappointedly, Gobber just shrugs and continues with his work, as do I. As I sharpened a sword, a crossbow sat in the broken pile of weapons, though it looked perfectly fine caught my attention.
I put down the sword and picked up the crossbow, just as I thought nothing was wrong with it, only that the string was pulled back too far.
(Not surprising with the idiots that live here.)
I adjusted the string and walked to the back of the forge. Aiming at the sky, I pressed the trigger to release the bow string. I jumped, hearing a piercing roar.
I think I hit something.