That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

101: Loyal Order of Ingerman

We all sat bored in the clubhouse as Hiccup explained the new details about the Dragon Eye Two. Hiccup was incredible, don't get me wrong, but we didn't really need to know about everything the Dragon Eye was made out of and how it affected this and that. Anywho~, we pretended to act interested while Fishlegs ran in screaming.

"Yah! Hiccup! Yah, ha-ha."

"As you can see, I balanced the weight using Gronckle Iron so it's lighter and easier to carry." Hiccup explained.

"Hiccup!" He yelled again.

"Oh. Hey, Fishlegs." Hiccup greeted him and gestured to us. "Uh, I was just going over some of the new features on the Dragon Eye Two."

"You're not gonna believe what I discovered in Oswald's papers." Fishlegs interrupted him. "Okay, I was in my hut, preparing my lesson plan for the Dragon Explorers campout."

"Dragon Explorers? Here? Soon?" Snotlout gagged. ?Great. A bunch of kids invading the island. Ugh, I'm starting to miss those Changewings."

"I'll take Changewings any day, I hate children." I scowled.

"The Dragon Explorers are not just kids. They're our future Dragon Riders." Fishlegs went on.

"Glad to know that three kids are gonna replace the seven of us." I rolled my eyes. "Also, has anyone noticed the fact that they're all Inger-"

Tuffnut snatched Fishlegs' little brown book and started reading.

"Hey, wait a minute. Where's the Zippleback badge?" He cut me off.

"Travesty!" Ruffnut yelled.

"And the Gronckle badge is the highest rank?" Snotlout laughed, peering at the book as well. "Ha! Yeah, right."

"You do realize how biased that is?" I asked Fishlegs. "Even if we didn't have a Screaming Death and a Night Fury, the Monstrous Nightmare would be the highest. Or have I recalled our dragon training experience wrong?"

"Fishlegs, what are y- what are you trying to say? Y-You found something in Oswald's papers?" Hiccup asked, ignoring our squabble.

"Oh, it's horrible, Hiccup. Worse than horrible. I ca-I can't even say it." Fishlegs cried, waving his arms around, looking as if he would collapse.

"Well, just take a deep-"

"Generations ago, my ancestors were Dragon Hunters!"

"..."

"What?" Hiccup stammered.

"Did not see that coming." I muttered.

Fishlegs handed Hiccup a piece of paper with illustrations of Dramillions and trapping methods for them.

"They called themselves the Loyal Order of Ingerman." Fishlegs explained. "They decimated the Dramillion dragons, pushing them to the brink of extinction. Who would do that?"

"The Ingermans, apparently." Snotlout and I replied in sync.

"I mean, after you said the Ingermans, I assumed the Ingermans." Snotlout rambled on.

"This was a long time ago, Fishlegs." Hiccup began softly.

"Everything I thought my family name stood for is destroyed. What am I gonna do, Hiccup?" Fishlegs exclaimed exasperatedly. "Dragon hunting is in my genes. It's a part of me. I'm doomed."

"Fishlegs, I know this may sound weird, but it's true." I began and put a hand on his shoulder. "You absolutely sucked at dragon hunting. You were almost as bad as Hiccup. The only reason you weren't was because you had enough common sense to run." Hiccup glared at me, urging me to the point. "Right. My point being, that the hunting dragon gene seems to have died out a long, long, time ago."