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Category: How to Train Your Dragon
Characters: Gobber, Hiccup
Published: 2011-06-25 02:47:53
Updated: 2011-06-25 02:47:53
Packaged: 2016-04-26 12:45:30
Chapters : 1
Words : 1,163
Summary: Gobber tries to convince Hiccup something always happens to
_Little something I wrote when I was bored at work. I know it's
common to phonetically write out Gobber 's language, but I just
finished reading Cold Comfort Farm and am presently terrified to
write out accents and dialects from fear of being mocked in a
■jk" ■jk" ■jk"
><p>"It's a curse," was Gobber 's new statement. He muttered it, not
particularly often nor to any questionable level of obsession. But it
was there, and it was repeated more than once . <p>
Hiccup generally tried to ignore it. As much as he liked Gobber, he
had always been aware a€"nay, firmly told by his f athera€"that Gobber
could at times be a littleaCl off. So unless a phrase was directed
specifically at him or his own curiosity could not be shaken away.
Hiccup's first tactic was to ignore Gobber.
Though the accurate counting was not so many weeks since what the
tribe in true Viking fashion now referred to as "that awesome dragon
incident" it seemed to Hiccup an entire lifetime ora€"even more
strangea€" just an incident in a normal life. Despite more than a few
training troubles the dragons had become an accepted part of Berk
life. He had happily adjusted to the idea of a semblance of a
girlfriend, whatever that was. He and his dad were talking less
infrequently. Indeed, life was what it was, the pushing on of things,
accepting events as they came.
His biggest reminder of that day was his foot, or lack thereof. It
was a shock he had made himself take in stride with a few mental
reminder that what was done was done, no sense in complaining or
pitying himself. In a way, it was kind of cool, a permanent battle
scar of a hero. Hiccup was not the type to brag, but even so it felt
neat to know it was the price for heroism. He figured he was
adjusting well; walking was still a bit awkward, but again, what
could be done?
As the days quickly returned to normalcy and Hiccup returned to the
welcome drudgery of the forge Gobber now and then boasted of his
skill and had even complimented Hiccup on his tweaks. "Have to see
what needs adjusting before it can be adjusted!" Gobber would say,
not offended by Hiccup's adjustments.
But then came the occasional mutterings . The curse. And Hiccup did
what he was trained to do and tried to ignore them. Yet things were
added. Subtle glances at Hiccup, periods of solemn
It was not the one-time mention of madness. And one day. Hiccup let
go of his better judgment and asked "What curse?"
Gobber sighed deeply and shook his head, his eyes focused intently on
his work. His attitude only made the dim light grimmer and with the
faint light of the smoking coals Hiccup could very well believe there
was a curse. "I can't tell you, lad. I just can't. You weren't meant
to hear me, anyway. My own fault."
"But you keep talking about it," Hiccup ventured. "It's almost like
you want me to hear it."
"And why in the name of Thor would I want you to hear such dark
things?" Gobber asked. "You've work to do, you've missed so much work
time as it is with your poor excuse of being unconscious and
all . "
Hiccup almost considered returning to his work. He was making
something semi-cool. An axe. Axes were pretty neat.
But just as he was ready to turn away his attention Gobber sighed
again and mumbled something about that curse.
"Gobber, just tell me. It's a curse. You can't keep stuff like that
in secret . "
"It's the purposes of curses. Hiccup. They should be secret."
Hiccup just smiled. "I think you want to tell me."
This sigh was more dramatic than the others, one intent on one final
show before getting to business. "I know I'll regret this. I know
shouldn't speak of it. You can't say I didn't warn you."
"Well, if you don't' want to tell mea€ 1 "
"You'll find out sooner or later. Best it come from me. It's that leg
of yours." He gestured solemnly at Hiccup with his hook. "I should
have expected it. I should have seen it coming."
"You should have expected I would have fallen off a dragon?" Hiccup
"Well, not the specifics, of course. That's just plain crazy!" Gobber
settled back onto a stool and appeared quite comfortable. "But the
fact that you would lose your foot. It justa€ 1 happens to blacksmiths
around here. No fighting it, I'm afraid. For two hundred years it's
been the curse of all blacksmiths in Berk."
True interest replaced curiosity, and Hiccup turned his eyes from the
axe blade. "Really? I didn't know of any."
"Before your time, of course. I'm an obvious case, but I'm far from
the first. Before me, there was Ulga, the fourth female blacksmith in
the village. She lost her pinkie. The pinkie of her left hand.
Accidentally sliced it off when chopping vegetables for
supper . "
"That's not all that interest inga€ 1 " Hiccup began.
"Aye, but there's more! There was Raunchbreath the Eigth! He lost
both legs ! "
That was pretty impressive. "How did that happen ?"
"Some disease or another. Infection spread. It happens. He was 98 and
wasn't up to moving much anyway at the time. Died a month later when
his roof collapsed. But Kavin the Whimsical, he was a blacksmith
about a century back. His hand was bitten off by a dragon, just like
mine. It happens. More than you'd think. And both of his ears were
snapped off by Terrible Terrors. At the same time!"
"Urn, these just sound like unfortunate tragedies," Hiccup said. "I
don't see how there's a curse involved."
Gobber 's face, which had been momentarily gleeful with storytelling,
sobered once more. "It was centuries ago. An Outcast pirate washed up
on the shores. He decided he would stay on Berk and plow a bit, don't
ask me where, but the blind blacksmith at the time. Old No-Eyes, was
obviously unable to make him one. Or anything for anyone, for that
matter. So the Outcast mumbled something at him in Outcastese. What
else could it have been but a curse?"
Somehow Hiccup didn't quite believe any of that. "It just sounds like
coincidences . Has every blacksmith lost a limb?"
"Wella€l no. But lots have."
"Right. Yeah, I don't think there's a curse. I think I'll work on my
axe head now."
But he had left it too long. The metal burst a bubble, and a bit of
rock exploded, nearly hitting Hiccup's fingers.
Hiccup looked back at Gobber, mouth open.
"The curse," Gobber mumbled. "You just can't escape it."
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