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Heavier


by musiclover99


Category: How to Train Your Dragon
Genre: Angst, Drama
Language: English
Characters: Fishlegs I.

Status: Completed

Published: 2011-11-06 07:09:38

Updated: 2011-11-06 07:09:38

Packaged: 2016-04-26 13:02:48

Rating: K

Chapters : 1

Words : 1,375

Publisher: www.fanfiction.net

Summary: You were almost always bigger than them. Taller. Wider.
Bulkier. But it still annoys you, saddens you, irritates you, BOTHERS
you that you're always heavier. A rather depressing Fishlegs-centric
one-shot with small sprinkles of humor. Warning:
sad


Heavier
_* *Heavier

>A How to Train Your Dragon story<br>Written/edited by:

Max/musiclover 99

>A©-Dreamworks Animat ion<strong>_

_**OKAY, so this is one of this fics where the author uses a
character that can relate to the aforementioned author. Yeah. Like my
Percy Jackson fic. Ignorance is Bliss, or my other HTTYD fic. Ignore,
and stuff like that. I just . . . I've always felt like this, but

this is the first time I thought about writing it out. **_

_**But on a brighter note, in the (hopefully) near or distant future,
I shall be publishing my first multi-chapter HTTYD fic! 8D So I hope
you guys'll read that later! **_

_**Anyway, hope that you'll think it's good, this was my first

attempt at 2** **nd** ** person POV. I hope I did well cause I'm

planning to do some more in the future! Any criticism (NICE
criticism) , please review it! This is a rather depressing story, with
some sprinkles of humor in some things. Mostly sad, though. You have
been warned. **_

■jk" ■jk" ■jk"


><p>You walk towards the arena. <p>

It's another day of Dragon Training, you think. You try not to, but



very deep inside the back of your head, you can't help but add,

_What ' s the point, Astrid's got it in the bag already. _

Then you dispel the thought because, really, there _is_ a small
percentage of a chance that you could get it, or someone else
coulda€"even though that chance is very miniscule, it exists.

You think of this all the time, even before Dragon Training had
started for youa€"what ' s the chance of you winning, compared to
better people, like Astrid or Snotlout, even the twins? Even Hiccup
might have a better chance than you do, simply because he's so much
smaller, everyone else is smallera€"either by height or by . . .

width .

You can't help but think about your over-round stomach. Astrid's
always been lean and lithe. Hiccup's always been a little scrawny and
skinny, and just a bit _small_. The twins are now tall and lanky,

gangly, even. Even _Snotlout_ is smaller than you, in height _and_

size. Sure, in width he's closer than the others are, but still.

You can't help but feel a little inferior, simply because you don't
have a Viking skill. Snotlout embraces the Viking meaning, defines it
almost. The twins . . . their names say it all, Ruffnut and Tuffnut.

They're nutty in the head most of the time, but they're still rough
and tougha€"which is good for the Viking way.

Astrid is also the meaning of Viking, but not in size. She's lean,
lithe, making her more agile in the field. Snotlout may look like a
Viking, with brute strength, stubbornness and all, but Astrid fights

like a Viking more than he can. She can fight like a Viking, possibly

better than some adults, simply because of her agility.

Even _Hiccup_ may be more Viking than you. Sure, both of you have
brains, but Hiccup is also working as a blacksmith apprentice. While
you may help putting out fires, he is slowly, but surely getting
stronger, carrying those heavy weaponry, sharpening, tightening,
whatever. He knows how weaponry works, most likely. He's probably
good at it by now. That's more than what you can do.

You have smarts, but in the Viking way, smarts aren't needed much.
Calculating jaw strength, or speed of a dragon may be helpful, along
with the shot limit, but unless you can fight, you can't be a _true_
Viking .

You have strength, yes, but your _bulk_ . . .

You sigh. You may think about how the others are better, but never
this deep. Right now, that's the only thing you can think of.

Ever since you were younger, you always wondered why you were bigger
than the others. When everyone was younger, you were almost always
the tallest, and showing signs of the widest. And soon, you were the
widest, too.

You and everyone else would play something called

Tackle* *[*]* *a€"where one person would try to tackle someone else.
When they do, the person that got tackled had to do the same. It
keeps going. It never ends until everyone's tired and doesn't wanna
play anymore.



When you and Snotlout and Astrid and the twins and Hiccup (a time
where Hiccup, even though he showed signs of being _different_, was
still kind of accepted, simply by being the chief's son) would play
Tackle, you'd always try to hide. You didn't wanna be it, because .


You were bigger than them in bulk, size, shape, whatever you wanna
call it. And if you had to tackle someone, they might get crushed.
And while you may worry about them, you'll also be insanely
embarrasseda€"you crushed someone because of your _weight_.

Astrid never got tackled. She showed signs of her litheness at early
age, signs of her incredible fighting capability. And if she started
by being the first tackier, it wasn't long before she tackled
_someone_a€"hard . But because of her leanness, they were always okay
but still out of breathe because when any human being falls on
another, no matter how light they are, it still hurts.

Hiccup was basically the same, except for one thing. His smallness
helped him out in this game, unless he was the tackier. Then, it
might take a while, because he's not that good at tackling, only at
the running. He usually makes it, though. Eventually.

The twins were more evenly filled out at younger age, but they were
still pretty lanky. But they used that to their advantage,
practically never getting tackled (though it helps that nobody wants
them to be tackier) . And . . . well, everyone tried their best to

make sure one of them _wasn't_ tackier, even and _especially_ when
one of them _wanted_ to.

Snotlout was the only one close to being in a similar predicament as
you were, but he was better off than you were. Even though he was
starting to look big too, he was still smaller than _you_ were, and
he didn't mind 'stupid' things like how _heavy_ he was. So he got
along just fine.

You sigh again. All your life, this has been following you, and you
wished it would just _go away_. You had a large mass, and while it
shouldn't matter compared to the adults in the village, it does.
Because you're not an adult. Because you're still a teenager, like
your friends. Because your friends were always smaller than you,
width, height, or both.

Because they were average in that department .

Because most people weren't _this_ heavy when they were at _your_
age .

Just because you're _heavier._

■jk" ■jk" ■jk"


><p><emXstrong> [ * ] Total jab at Tag, lol. I figured, the Vikings
would have games for childrena€"but they'd have to be TOUGH games.
E*** yeah! XD<strong>_

_**So yeah, basically, every single person (or at least ALMOST every
single person) at my school in my grade would be like, 75-85 pounds.
Some people had hit 90. Some boys hit over 100, but I don't count
them because . . . hell-ooo, I'm a GIRL. And every time the topic of



weight comes up, I have to lie and say I'm about 90 or 95 or so.
Because, honestly, I don't really look THAT fat (. . . well, I have
been called a fat dog before, but that was by these two boys, these
two complete F***ING IDIOTS, whose ideas of "average" were like, 80) .
So I lie about my age like that, when in reality, I'm about 20 pounds
over that . * *_

_**So, I always feel bigger and heavier and . . . ugh. My mom says

it's like, 95% muscle, 5% fat, but still. (Though I have to admit,
some peoples' thighs are like, jiggly, mine aren't.) **_

_**Well, now it's just getting uncomfortable, so I'll just end it
here. **_

_**This was more of an outlet to express my discomfort and stuff. So
I hope you liked it! Eh heh . . . well . . . yeah. This is rather
depressing. **_

_**I don't have to tell you this is Fishlegs, right? **_

_**Laterz. **_


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