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"When you are young they assume you know nothing."
Berk.
The home of the most famous dragon riders, perhaps in the world. Hiccup Haddock, and his trusty friend Toothless. Unfortunately for us, we aren't exploring their story, but rather the simple and mundane life of an Innkeeper's son, named Gorm.
He was unmistakable, yet easily dismissed, with his scrawny figure and messy braids, the freckles across his cheeks and the hazelnut hair a few redeeming qualities. Whilst the other teenagers his age rode ferocious beasts, soaring across the archipelago on the backs of life-long friends, making literal legends of themselves, Gorm . .. was stuck in a dying Inn. Stood behind the counter, he rested his head on his elbows, dreaming about the day he could join the others . .. perhaps befriend one of the elusive creatures Berk now called their own.
He had a lot of time these days to think, to ponder, and to resent his father, but. .. it was no use. Looking around the room, illuminated by dying rays of sunshine and the embers of the torches that lined the walls, Gorm watched a depressing scene. For a time where the other taverns were packed to the brim, with the younger riders, and the elders alike with their dragons, Ragnar's Tavern was empty, except for the lost soul or two that had managed to stumble their way inside . ..
" Gorm! I'm headin' out for a few more barrels, keep an eye out will ya'? I know that's hard for ya' but . .. at least try. "
A burly figure emerged from the kitchen doors, looking down at the slouched over figure he called son. With a shake of his head he turned back around, leaving Gorm to his own devices, a murmur in response.
" Sure dad . .. Not like there's anything important going on! "
The Berkian huffed in boredom, grabbing a glass, cloth, and beginning to polish every mug they had, something he'd grown to do during these long periods of inactivity.
He'd peer out of the window from time to time, watching the other residents trundle past, children and adults side by side with their scalie friends. Gorm couldn't help but feel jealous, as if he was missing out on the best times of his life, and was instead stuck at his father's dead end tavern . ..
The home of the most famous dragon riders, perhaps in the world. Hiccup Haddock, and his trusty friend Toothless. Unfortunately for us, we aren't exploring their story, but rather the simple and mundane life of an Innkeeper's son, named Gorm.
He was unmistakable, yet easily dismissed, with his scrawny figure and messy braids, the freckles across his cheeks and the hazelnut hair a few redeeming qualities. Whilst the other teenagers his age rode ferocious beasts, soaring across the archipelago on the backs of life-long friends, making literal legends of themselves, Gorm . .. was stuck in a dying Inn. Stood behind the counter, he rested his head on his elbows, dreaming about the day he could join the others . .. perhaps befriend one of the elusive creatures Berk now called their own.
He had a lot of time these days to think, to ponder, and to resent his father, but. .. it was no use. Looking around the room, illuminated by dying rays of sunshine and the embers of the torches that lined the walls, Gorm watched a depressing scene. For a time where the other taverns were packed to the brim, with the younger riders, and the elders alike with their dragons, Ragnar's Tavern was empty, except for the lost soul or two that had managed to stumble their way inside . ..
" Gorm! I'm headin' out for a few more barrels, keep an eye out will ya'? I know that's hard for ya' but . .. at least try. "
A burly figure emerged from the kitchen doors, looking down at the slouched over figure he called son. With a shake of his head he turned back around, leaving Gorm to his own devices, a murmur in response.
" Sure dad . .. Not like there's anything important going on! "
The Berkian huffed in boredom, grabbing a glass, cloth, and beginning to polish every mug they had, something he'd grown to do during these long periods of inactivity.
He'd peer out of the window from time to time, watching the other residents trundle past, children and adults side by side with their scalie friends. Gorm couldn't help but feel jealous, as if he was missing out on the best times of his life, and was instead stuck at his father's dead end tavern . ..