Welcome everyone to my new series!
I am a massive dragon and Hiccstrid fan. Ive always wanted to create my own story but never have gotten the chance to write.
I hope you enjoy it!

Berk

The smell of Ashen wood that was present throughout the dark obsidian smoke was the only thing that you noticed as the village of Berk was being raided by the dragons. Everywhere you looked, you saw homes being burned to the ground and people killing dragons left, right, and centre with their recently sharpend and now bloodied swords and axes. The sight would make any person taste the bitterness of the dark night sky, but not the Vikings of Berk. They loved this lifestyle, protecting their village and livestock from the terrifying dragons that plague the nights on some sort of monthly basis. There was never a pattern though, so attacks were always unexpected.

The destruction of the village was being watched by none other than the Chief of Berk, Stoick, who stood on the platform near the Great Hall observing what was happening to his beloved village. He was scrowling angrily in frustration as he watched the people of Berk trying to obstruct the path to his home, which was up at the top of the hill. He looked up the hill to his home, hoping that his family that was inside was okay as he observed the chaos that was happening out here in the village.

As Stoick was debating whether he should check to see if his family was alright, he heard the unmistakable squawk of one of the beasts in the air. Fire struck beside him, licking up the invaluable wood of the great hall as the Deadly Nadder viciously fired upon him, merely growling in return, Stoick growled and charged towards the beast with a mighty, furious battle cry.

"AHHHHH!" Stoick swinged his hammer into the dragons head leaving a nice bloodied gash on the poor hungry Nadder's temple. Stoick puffed out his chest, and watched as the Nadder fought with his wings furiously as it attempted to fly into the sky with fright. Stoick shoved his foot into the beats snout. He smiled triumphantly through his moustache as he heard the beast below him cry out in obvious pain.

"Here I was thinking this raid would be more difficult than the last" Stoick eyed the Nadder as he stared down at the poor beast, whimpering for it's life. He was about to shove his hammer into the Deadly Nadder's neck when he heard the unmistakable scream coming from the house on the hill... his house. Stoick gasped as he completely forgot about the drowned Nadder on the ground. He hastened away and sprinted up the hill as fast as he possibly could, thinking only of his family.

Stoick threw open the door harshly and winced as it cracked the wall behind it. He looked around franticly trying to determine where they were "VALKA!?" He yelled as he sprinted around the house trying to find them, he looked under furniture hoping and praying they were okay. "HICCUP!?" Stoick desperately shouted at the top of his lungs for his small son, he was trying to imagine that nothing bad happened to them. The scream that came from here was unmistakably a blood curdling one, a scream so powerful that Stoick himself had goosebumps running up his arms as his concern for the safety of his family grew and tightened in his stomach.

Stoick was then jolted out of his thoughts as he heard panting at the door. His trusty right hand blacksmith, his best friend Gobber was by the door, looking right at him. "Stoick! Are chu ali'ght?" Stoick glanced in the blacksmiths direction, the fear in his eyes said it all for Gobber, he came up beside Stoick and laid his hand on his shoulder "I'll halp chu look".

The two together looked around the house trying to find clue as to what happend, Stoick was looking upstairs when he heard a sniffle in the corner of the room. "GOBBER! Come here" He shouted out to his friend as he moved across the room to the corner, he was joined by a frantic Gobber as he came towards him. Stoick put his hand in front of him singling Gobber to stop. They both herd the soft crying again as Stoick reached his hand to the corner, he grabbed the crate that blocked the view from the corner and shoved it out of the way as it landed on the floor with a thud. Gobber and Stoick both gasped as they came face to face with the small figure hunched in the corner looking so afraid and guilty of something

"Astrid lass?" Gobber said as the little girl known as Astrid looked up at them as she trembled in shock and obvious fear. Stoick reached across to the little girl but she flinched as his big hand came into contact with her shoulder. They both wondered what had happened but the weapon across from the little girl said everything. The favourite blade of Astrid Hofferson, the little axe she always carried with her as all bloodied. Stoick picked it up and scrowled in Astrid's direction, he stood to his full height towering over the little girl as he spoke the words in a nasty, scrowling voice, "What did you do Astrid?"

Thanks so much for reading :D I should be posting the next chapter in a few days!

Also, does anyone have any experience writing as Gobber? I can't write him very good, if anyone has any tips for me can you please msg me or leave a review.

Again thank you so much!

I'll see you all in the next chapter!