"Human speaks"

*Dragon speaks*

'Human thinks'

*Dragons think*

It was Monday in Berk, which meant the regular dragon raid. We've agreed on a schedule. How? I have no clue. The raid would always start with a Monstrous Nightmare grabbing a sheep from the livestock. Then, the battle began. Occasionally, my house would be set on fire and I would be shot through the roof. At the end of the battle I would have a couple of burns on my face and a few scratches. It's not fun. This time was going to be different. I got up just as a Monstrous Nightmare roared near my house. I knew what was going to happen. So, I quickly dashed out of my house just before it got set on fire. I ran as quickly as I could towards the blacksmith. The blacksmith there was, Gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little, well, littler. I was the one who repaired and gave out new weapons while Gobber made them. Vikings would stop by the blacksmith to have weapons repaired and replaced. We need a lot of weapons since the dragon raids last a while. And while I worked the blacksmith the other teens would help put out the fires. There was Fishlegs, Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and Asher. Fishlegs was a chubby girl for a 16 year old. Snotlout was a bulky 16 year old boy. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were fraternal twins who fought a lot, and then there was Asher. He started being mean to me since my mom died. Heck, everyone, even my father was mean to me ever since she died. Why? No clue. Only Gobber was the only person I could talk to out of this entire village. Anyway, back to the present. A couple vikings threw in their damaged weapons and I gave them exact replacements. That repeated a couple times until I heard Fishlegs scream at the top of her lungs.

"Gobber!" I shouted. "Give me a bucket of water, NOW!"

"What do you need it for?" he asked while he handed me a bucket.

"Fishlegs is on fire and I have to go help her!"

"Hurry up and don't get burned!"

I ran as fast as I could. "Fishlegs, hold still!" I shouted at her to keep her still. She stopped screaming as I poured the water on her. "There we go, better?" She nodded and I ran back to the blacksmith. I could tell Asher was staring at me in confusion. I didn't care. People stared at me like I was insane anyway.

"Hiccup?" Asher asked as he scared the living daylights out of me. I quickly turned around and gave him the, what do you want? Look. "What was that? You know you could have gotten yourself killed!"

"Man the forge, Hiccup!" Gobber told me as he attached his battleaxe to his missing limb. "I need to get out there!"

"No problem Gobber." I assured him. He let out a battle cry and ran off into the fight. Then I turned back to Asher. "Yes, I very well knew that I would've died when I went out there."

"Then why did you?"

"So I could save Fishlegs. And since when do you care about what I do? You haven't given the slightest shit about me in nine years. So why do you care about me now?"

I knew he didn't have an answer because he just turned around and walked away. See? No one cares about the little wimp in town.

Little did I know, that was all about to change.