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Subnivean Mischeif

Jack Frost was the bane of Hiccup's existence. It was a miracle to wake to a warm glow and soft breeze on Berk, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was the steadily increasing amounts of snow. Each year after the village accepted dragons into their homes, the winter months somehow got longer, and even less forgiving. At first it was fine, they had dragons now so it wasn't to hard to makeup for the lost produce, but as the years went on they lost more and more, to the point it wouldn't be possible to make enough trips or trades to get all the food they needed.

Some villagers started to blame the dragons, saying that the gods were punishing them for befriending the beasts. Hiccup started to worry, while those who blamed the dragons were a small group, he could see that changing in the next few years if the weather continued the way it was going. At the next meeting Hiccup made sure to reassure everyone that he was going to sort it out, there was no need to worry, and that he had it under control. The other Vikings met him with scepticism, but ultimately agreed, as no one else really had any ideas of what to do.

"Alright bud, you ready?" Toothless met him with a playful warble while shoving Hiccup gently.

Astrid grabbed his arm and looked him straight in the eyes "You better come back alive, Hiccup" she punched in his arm for emphasis, and then retreated back to the other riders, whom were all dressed in varied levels of wintery clothing.

"If you die I call dibs on your dragon!" Hiccup fixed Tuffnut with a glare, but Tuffnut just smirked, his Dragon narrowing it's eyes.

Hiccup let out a sigh "I'm not going to die Tuffnut" Hiccup ran a hand through his hair as he climbed on Toothless "This isn't a dangerous mission! It's barely a mission, I'm just going over there" he pointed to the snowier then usual mountains in the distance.

Fishlegs shuffled forward, wringing his hands "Just remember, if anything happens Toothless can send us a warning shot and we'll be there as soon as we can"

Hiccup huffed "I know Fishlegs, I will be fine"

With one last check to make sure he had everything, Hiccup and Toothless set off, heading for the smaller mountains just past Gothi's hut.

As they flew further into the mountains Hiccup noticed the winds growing stronger, and more erratic. The trees looked as though they were being shook as if a Timberjack was slicing through the trunks half-haphazardly. The snow continued to thicken, making Hiccup lean closer to Toothless and squint.

"Okay Toothless, seems this is as close as we can get through flight" Patting Toothless' neck, Hiccup nudged him towards a small clearing.

Thankfully, they land unscathed. The snow is deep enough that Hiccup has put a bit more effort into walking, but besides that it's okay. As they walk further into the forest it feels as though the wind starts tugging them in a certain direction, more north then they were originally intending. Which meant they'd have to get pretty close to the blizzard.