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[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Time and Date:: 17 years ago, late morning (Woodrot age 10)
Weather:: Manageable temperatures and bright sun

There wasn't a finer day out there, the brilliant sun shining bright on the glittering ocean sending warmth through every ones hearts even when the air itself sent a chill down their spines. The weather hadn't exactly gotten 'nice' on a while, and the young boy had been stuck inside for far too long. With five other children, being stuck indoors was far from pleasant. Especially when he was the second youngest. More than one fish ended up going down his shirt, and frankly he had become numb to the sensation of slimy scales sliding down his back.

But now! Now was his time to shine! And by that, he meant he was going to go hide in the forest all day and avoid the entire village. Ever since he had eaten something he found and his mouth went all tingly, he had made it his goal to find out more about the nature that grew just outside their homes. But unfortunately he wasn't the only child let loose to roam Berk today.

"Hey Woodie, wanna come and play."

A look of panic spread across his face. "N-no thanks... I'm b-busy..." He began to fumble with his shirt avoiding eye contact with the larger, and likely older boy and his new company. Both of them gave him the chills, one more than the other. That was likely because one of them was far to muscular for a young boy, and the other could shoot needles from it's tail.

"Aw, but we wanted to practice our aim, didn't we Stinger?"

The young Nadder bobbed it's head, squawking and shuffling it's large clawed feet. Shuffling his own feet he glanced back at them, grinned nervously before he fell into the normal routine. One foot began the move, slowly at first before it turned into a full on sprint. Tears streamed from his eyes like a fountain, teeth firmly clamped on his lower lip.

"Get him Stinger!" The dragon began a run as well. «Come on, play with us! Play!» The dragon gained ground and quick, but instead of pouncing it turned and whipped it's tail towards the still running boy. Panic filled him as he heard the needles fast approach as they ripped through the air. But he didn't have nearly enough time, they caught his clothes and pined him to the rock he had been planning on hiding behind. Now he was stuck to it instead. "O-okay this is f-funny. Let me d-down please." Tears still dripping down his face, he tried to move, but felt a tug as his fabric refused to let go.

He wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. And the owner of the dragon strutted up to him as if nothing had happened. The dragon bounced around, clearly proud of itself. "C-can't you bug some one else Egil?" He still struggled against the needles. They may have been smaller than a full grown Nadders, but he was also smaller than a full grown viking. It didn't take much to take and keep him down.

Bring a foot up, the larger boy began to press it against Hrafns back, then resting on his knee as if just casually hanging out. "I told you not to call me that Woodie." "My name isn't Woodie it-" "Ah, nah nah, I'm not done. You can call me, the Boulder. And no one messes with the Boulder." A whimper escaped him as the foot was pressed harder, the need to vomit rising as his gut was pressed into the rock. "O-okay! Y-you win!" The pressure eased up on his back, and he swallowed as quickly as his body allowed. But to his dismay, there was no removal of the spines that held him pinned, no mocking laughter, or even chatter of dragons. Dead silence? "H-hey?"

He was alone, pinned to a rock like a decoration, and utterly alone at the edge of Berk. This day wasn't turning out so great after all.
A final whimper escaped him. "Help..."

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

It was a most excellent day on Berk! The temperatures might have been cool but the sun balanced it out perfectly. Yes, everything was just perfect. But it didn’t last long. A commotion went through a street as a young seven year old on a Gronckle just barreled through carts containing produce and other things.

The boy was obviously having a blast, laughing the whole way as his dragon knocked over everything in his path. “GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT!” Osvald turned his head back towards the shout and responded by making a silly face.

“C’mon Gummy! Faster so we can lose this loser!"

«Sounds good to me!»

“OSVAAAAALD!"

At that the duo made off laughingly away from where they were just causing trouble. Once they felt they were far enough they started to catch their breath, or at least Gummy did since he did all the running.

“That was AMAZING Gummy! T-that cabbage guy got so mad! H-h-he looked like a tomato!” Osvald could no longer suppress his laughter and ended up falling off his dragon. Gummy let out a few grunting laughs at his human, before noticing a familiar figure off in the distance. «Hey Oz, look over there!» He nudged his still laughing human to get his attention, since he knew he couldn’t understand him.

Finally calming down, the boy looked over to his dragon asking, “What is it Gummy?” He looked over in the direction Gummy was pointing his head towards. There was the unmistakable form of a Deadly Nadder and someone else. Someone who he always saw around that particular Nadder. “STINGER AND EGIL!” Osvald jumped up quickly and started trying to pull Gummy towards them. “C’mon Gummy let’s go!” «But I’m tired!»

Not wanting to lose sight of the other two, he started running after them with Gummy slowly trailing behind. ‘Why are they going in the forest?'

By the time they reached the forest, Egil and Stinger were no longer in sight. “Aw man, we lost ‘em.” They couldn’t be far though, and he didn’t see them leave the forest. “We've gotta find ‘em Gummy”

It wasn’t long before he heard someone. “Egil? Stinger?” It was neither of them though, just some kid on a rock… pinned by Nadder Spines. Osvald chuckled at the sight, something about the pinned boy seemed familiar, but how? “Looks like he got you good!” This was obviously Egil and Stinger’s doing. He poked one of the spines, amazed at how it stuck into the rock. He was now close enough to see the other boy’s face clearly. He definitely recognized him now, but what was his name? ‘What did Egil call him again? Wally? Worms? Warty?’

Then his eyes lit up, finally remembering. He made sure to drag out the words as tauntingly as possible.

“Hey Woodie!"

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

There was silence, for a brief moment anyways. Craning his neck the best he could, he tried to see who was approaching. But when he heard the voice, he cringed. 'Any one but him... please.' There was a moment more of silence, as he began to struggle against the spines that had him pinned. Sadly the fabric had very little give in it, and he couldn't even hear the fibers of it ripping. This was going to be a long day.

Cringing a bit he pushed his cheek against the rock. "T-that's not my name..." He muttered trying to become one with the rock. "It's Hrafn..." He trailed off and got as good of a view of his new "company" as he could manage. If his memory served him correctly, it was Osvald. He often saw him with the crew who had just left, and never in a good way either. "I-I don't suppose .... uh, you could help me? M-maybe?" His palms pressed against the rock as he tried to pull away once more, and were in fact getting quite sweaty despite the temperature. He honestly didn't expect any help from the boy, but it was worth asking. Right?

Moments after asking though he wasn't so sure. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, well besides the one that had been left from almost getting squished. But as he tried to free himself, he could hear a faint sound of the fabric starting to tear. A faint glimmer of hope! Provided the two new comers weren't here to hinder him.

But they were, and he knew they were. And so he desperately tried to pull the fabric free faster.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

Osvald scoffed when the boy corrected him. "That's not what I was told, Woodie." And whatever Egil said was always right, because he's the awesomest! So obviously he had to teach him a lesson and kicked him in the shin. What he heard next made him laugh. "Help you?" A devious look began to form across the boy's features. He turned his head back towards his dragon, who finally caught up to Osvald. "You hear that Gummy? He wants us to help him."

Suddenly the ripping of clothes caught Osvald's attention. Unfortunately for the wearer, this gave his bully an idea. "Why don't you help free this poor helpless baby? His clothes are stuck." Although tired from all the running and walking, the moment he realized what Osvald was getting at, the lack of rest didn't seem to matter, mentally at least. «I'd love to help!»

The Gronckle got closer to the pinned boy and decided to take hold of his left pant leg. It was clear that the clothes are the reason he was stuck, so it was obvious that he didn't really need them. And he was sure Osvald would approve. Sure enough, he was laughing at the misfortune befalling the older boy.

[Deleted]

As all 7 year olds on Berk, Agnes wasn't allowed in dragon training yet. Instead, she had to find other things to do day to day. Usually she found her mother's yaks were good company, plus, all of them were just beside her family's house, so she didnt' have to go far to see them. From behind the fence, Agnes watched others her age go about in their little social groups. She always tried to join them, but hanging around the animals more than humans pretty much outcasted her from the 'girly' clique.

Agnes never cared about appearances, after all... her best friends are furry, stinky beasts.

And so, we're brought to the pre-pubescent girl lying across the belly of a sleeping yak. "What do you think today will bring me, Troll?" Talking to the livestock was a common occurrence for her. It was really one of the reasons she had little social skills. "Maybe I'll finally find my dragon!" 

The girl also had a habit of getting her hopes up a little too much. I mean, she still believed she'd meet her prince and they'd live happily ever after on the top of Berk's highest mountain.

"Yup!" She jumped to her feet, earning a surprised grunt from the yak. "That's what I'm going to do! I'm gonna go find my dragon today!" Agnes giggled and crawled through the fence posts. "Troll! Don't you dare tell Mom! You got it?!" And with that, she left the lethargic animal to go back to sleep.

She didn't take that long a trek before she heard some scuffling nearby. Yes! A dragon! Getting her hopes up, Agnes didn't pay attention to the voices that accompanied the noises. Once she saw the back end of a gronkle, she tip-toed closer to get a better look.

"You hear that Gummy? He wants us to help him."

Funny... That doesn't sound like a dragon. Agnes peeked around to see the other side of the gronkle, only to feel her hopes vanish. The gronkle was already spoken for, by the looks of it. Inside, she knew it was a long shot, but most of the other girls her age had dragons of their own and you couldn't blame her for wanting to fit in.

Normally in this situation, she'd leave the two to go back to enjoying each other's company, but seeing the second boy hung up on the rock with no means of escape, she hovered around them for a bit longer. And it was a good thing she did.

"Why don't you help free this poor helpless baby? His clothes are stuck."

Both the teasing tone and the actions of the dragon urged Agnes to act. WIth a deep breath, she stumbled out of the trees and shouted, "Hey! Leave him alone!" Unfortunately, she hadn't thought her plan through enough. Without the gronkle, she might've stood a chance at looking intimidating, but let's face it, a rock-eating, fire-breathing dragon was much more terrifying.

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

The boy cringed again, was this what he was doomed to become? Woodrot forever? Or worse, Woodie? He shuddered at the thought but wasn't left much time to linger on it. The tone of the boys voice... he could feel his heart rate skyrocket. "Odin no." He could hear the padding of the dragons feet on the ground, panic ripping through every limb. Was this the end for him?

One paw pushed down on his back, and a small squeaked escaped him. "Nononononono!" With each 'no' his voice got higher, and more distressed. He could feel the tug as the Gronckle began to make the situation a whole lot worse. "P-please s-stop!" His own pathetic whimpers were drowned out as another voice called out to stop. A faint glimmer of hope! Some one actually had noticed him, and DIDN'T want to beat him up!

Twisting his head he tried to look towards the source of the voice to try and place a face and name to his savior. He couldn't quite see who it was, but he was glad there was at least one person on his side. "H-help...m-me..." He wheezed from under the pressure of the dragon's paw. He really hoped whoever it was had a better plan, or that he tore free of the rock before the dragon shredded his pants.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

The bully’s laughter was cut short after a girlish voice began yelling behind him. But after turning his head towards the voice his devilish grin reappeared on his face. This was his challenger? Please, it was just a girl, she probably got lost or something.

“Oh yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it girly?” He took a step forward, striking a pose to make himself look more intimidating. “Give me a doll?” He started laughing at his obviously clever insult.

The young dragon didn’t pay any attention to anything else happening. All his attention was focused on stealing the older boy’s pants. He could use them as extra bedding material, he tried using a pile of his human’s clothes before but ended up getting yelled at. Could you blame him really? Clothes are really comfy to lay in, and he wanted to do it more often. He began shaking his head frantically to aid in his quest.

Finally catching his breath, Osvald continued, “You don't even have a dragon! So get lost girly, this place is for boys only.” He turned his back towards her, his points were obviously perfect. Who could possibly find something to say to that? “Go play with a doll or something."