RTTE Snoggletog
Posted: 25 Mar 2016, 14:19
Prologue
This is Berk. It’s freezing cold with miserable weather, but it’s home. The people here are, like the weather, cold and tough. But once every year, we warm up with our best buddies (Dragons. Surprise!) and celebrate. My name is Astrid Hofferson, and this is the story of the second best Snoggletog ever.
Chapter 1
Stormfly swerves, barely missing a sea stack. It’s our turn for patrol, even though it’s Snoggletog. Not that I’m complaining. I love patrol.
We take two laps around the island, just to be sure (and for fun). No Outcasts, no Berserkers, no Dragon Hunters. I guess even they need a vacation. Stormfly and I head back to Berk.
I hop off Stormfly in the plaza, where Hiccup can be seen looking around the place on top of Toothless. He sees me and waves me over.
“Hey, Astrid!” He pauses. “Uh, have you seen my, uh, leg?”
I look at his leg in surprise. “You lost your leg? And don’t you have three spares?”
He groans in frustration. “Yeah, but they’re gone too! I can’t even fly Toothless right now!”
“Okay, okay. Is anyone else helping?”
“Fishlegs.”
“Okay. You take that side of the island-” I gesture behind me. “-and I’ll tell Fishlegs to search that side.” I gesture in front of me. “And I’ll ask around for it.”
He nods. “And, uh, could you please not tell Dad?”
Hmph. I understand his worry, though. Hiccup’s dad, Stoick, chief of Berk, is known for his temper. “Fine.”
I climb onto Stormfly and set off in search of Fishlegs.
After I inform Fishlegs about his goals, I land in front of a random viking house.
“Excuse me, but have you seen the leg of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third?”
All of the houses I visited said no, and closed the door grinning and shaking their heads. Hiccup’s lost his leg this time. Yeah, he can be a muttonhead.
Finally, I’m heading back to Hiccup’s hut, defeated. That’s when I see a shadowy figure sneaking around the village. And in the figure’s hand, disguised by the giant shadow, is Hiccup’s prosthetic leg.
“Ok, Stormfly, I’ll sneak up behind him, and you ambush him from the front.” She bobs her head in agreement and flies up to a rooftop.
I sneak up behind the figure. From here, I can tell who it is, but I can’t believe that he’d steal all three of Hiccup’s prosthetic.
Standing behind him, I clear my throat. “Ahem.”
Gobber the Belch turns, surprised, holding Hiccup’s three legs behind him.
“Oh! Er, Astrid! What a surprise! What can I help you with?”
“You can start by explaining why you have all three of Hiccup’s legs.”
He sighs, and brings them out from behind his back. “I was just… Updating them, for Snoggletog.”
The new leg made the old ones look like bent-up pieces of metal. It was beautiful, an intricate combination of gears, locks, and metal pieces.
“I was hoping to surprise him with it.” Gobber nods at the prosthetics now in my hand.
“Oh… That’s sweet. I won’t spoil it, but I can just tell him that I found it and left it by his bed, which is where you will be leaving it.”
“Okay, lass. Mind giving me a ride?”
“Hop on.” I pull him onto Stormfly, who had cornered him from behind. We weave through the streets and land in front of Hiccup’s hut. Gobber sneaks in, then rushes back out, hands empty.
“Thanks, Astrid. I’ll see you later!” He sprints in the opposite direction.
This is Berk. It’s freezing cold with miserable weather, but it’s home. The people here are, like the weather, cold and tough. But once every year, we warm up with our best buddies (Dragons. Surprise!) and celebrate. My name is Astrid Hofferson, and this is the story of the second best Snoggletog ever.
Chapter 1
Stormfly swerves, barely missing a sea stack. It’s our turn for patrol, even though it’s Snoggletog. Not that I’m complaining. I love patrol.
We take two laps around the island, just to be sure (and for fun). No Outcasts, no Berserkers, no Dragon Hunters. I guess even they need a vacation. Stormfly and I head back to Berk.
I hop off Stormfly in the plaza, where Hiccup can be seen looking around the place on top of Toothless. He sees me and waves me over.
“Hey, Astrid!” He pauses. “Uh, have you seen my, uh, leg?”
I look at his leg in surprise. “You lost your leg? And don’t you have three spares?”
He groans in frustration. “Yeah, but they’re gone too! I can’t even fly Toothless right now!”
“Okay, okay. Is anyone else helping?”
“Fishlegs.”
“Okay. You take that side of the island-” I gesture behind me. “-and I’ll tell Fishlegs to search that side.” I gesture in front of me. “And I’ll ask around for it.”
He nods. “And, uh, could you please not tell Dad?”
Hmph. I understand his worry, though. Hiccup’s dad, Stoick, chief of Berk, is known for his temper. “Fine.”
I climb onto Stormfly and set off in search of Fishlegs.
After I inform Fishlegs about his goals, I land in front of a random viking house.
“Excuse me, but have you seen the leg of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third?”
All of the houses I visited said no, and closed the door grinning and shaking their heads. Hiccup’s lost his leg this time. Yeah, he can be a muttonhead.
Finally, I’m heading back to Hiccup’s hut, defeated. That’s when I see a shadowy figure sneaking around the village. And in the figure’s hand, disguised by the giant shadow, is Hiccup’s prosthetic leg.
“Ok, Stormfly, I’ll sneak up behind him, and you ambush him from the front.” She bobs her head in agreement and flies up to a rooftop.
I sneak up behind the figure. From here, I can tell who it is, but I can’t believe that he’d steal all three of Hiccup’s prosthetic.
Standing behind him, I clear my throat. “Ahem.”
Gobber the Belch turns, surprised, holding Hiccup’s three legs behind him.
“Oh! Er, Astrid! What a surprise! What can I help you with?”
“You can start by explaining why you have all three of Hiccup’s legs.”
He sighs, and brings them out from behind his back. “I was just… Updating them, for Snoggletog.”
The new leg made the old ones look like bent-up pieces of metal. It was beautiful, an intricate combination of gears, locks, and metal pieces.
“I was hoping to surprise him with it.” Gobber nods at the prosthetics now in my hand.
“Oh… That’s sweet. I won’t spoil it, but I can just tell him that I found it and left it by his bed, which is where you will be leaving it.”
“Okay, lass. Mind giving me a ride?”
“Hop on.” I pull him onto Stormfly, who had cornered him from behind. We weave through the streets and land in front of Hiccup’s hut. Gobber sneaks in, then rushes back out, hands empty.
“Thanks, Astrid. I’ll see you later!” He sprints in the opposite direction.