How to Train your Dragon

Warnings: Child abuse, neglect, slash, attempted rape (but no actual rape) bullying, alcohol abuse, possible drug abuse, self-harming, possible suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide, OC's, OOCness, bad grammar and spelling errors

Disclaimer: I don't How To Train Your Dragon in any way shape or form, the plot is mine but if it' similar to someone else's I don't care so please don't go on about it. OC's are mine as well

Summary: There was a lot more to Hiccup than he let anyone see. Hated and abused by his father for his mother's death, ostracised by his village, Hiccup finds solstice in the arms, or rather wings, of a dragon. Not just any dragon, but a Nightfury, the rarest and strongest of all dragons and together they will change the world.

AN: Be aware that I'm going to move through the first part of the story quite quickly, Hiccup will meet Toothless in this chapter so don't be shocked. Also Valka will NOT be in this story at all, she is only mentioned and Stoick IS a bastard. Hiccup is very OCC because wanted him to have more talents than the movie, so no complaints you've been warned

Chapter 1: Berk

This is Berk, its twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death and it's located solidly on the meridian of misery. The village, in a word, sturdy and has been here for about seven generations; however every single building is new. Local activates include fishing and hunting with a charming few of sunsets.

The only problem is the pests.

Now whilst most places have rats or mosquitoes to deal with. Well Berk has …..

"DRAGONS!" The shout came from outside his house accompanied by a loud bang and a bright flaring light that could be seen in the cracks of the door

Most people would leave, smart people would leave. But, well, the inhabitants of Berk are Vikings, not very smart and have issues with stubbornness. And with loosing. And bathing. However there is one person in the village who is different from the rest his name …..

"HICCUP!" The small boy of 5ft looked up from his book at his name, auburn hair pulled up into a loose ponytail at the crown of his head. He snapped the book shut and stood, lazily stretching his arms above his head as his name was hollered again this time with more anger and impatience than before. He placed the book on the shelf as he made his way out of the house and ducked just in time to avoid the tail of a dragon. "HICCUP!" The name came again and the boy rolled his eyes before walking toward the forge which is where he should be during a raid.

His movements were unhurried and lazy, he made sure to keep his eyes peeled and duck whenever a tail came to close, but the dragons never actively attacked him with fire or spikes, sometimes Hiccup would even swear they protected him during raids, often hoarding him safely to the forge through the chaos of Viking and Dragons fighting to the death.

The minute he stepped into the forge Hiccup was assaulted with an arm full of broken shields, "There ye are laddy, now start on those," Gobber, the Blacksmith of Berk and Hiccup's mentor, was limping around the forge happily yelling at the occasional dragon that flew to close to the building, "Right," He did as was asked and started to bang the dents out of the shields and after that sharpen weapons when Gobber suddenly took with a happy yell, swinging his club/hand around in the air like a mad man when a sharp whistle pierced the air

"NIGHTFURY!" That had Hiccup moving to the window just in time to see the large black figure against the moons glow, before the dragon turned and shot plasma blots at the village. And like always Hiccup couldn't resist trying to see the illusive Nightfury and thus went outside the forge, ignore his 'duty' to follow the dragons path as it created enough of a distraction for the other dragons to grab sheep and yaks before flying off

A Nightmare flew right above and angled its body just in time to shield the small boy from the heat of the Nightfury's plasma blot before flying off with a barely heard coo. "HICCUP!" He knew that voice anywhere and winced. His father. Stoick the Vast. Chief of Berk. The man was huge. Standing about 6ft5, broad, well muscled with a belly, like all male Vikings, wild untameable mane of red hair and the bushiest beard ever that was plaited in places. He carried a battle axe in the right hand and a shield in the left. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY!?" Now most parents would heard their children away from the fighting, not Stoick. He was more concerned about why the child was just stood there and not fighting like the other teens who were carrying buckets of water and running around like headless chickens trying to put out the fires. But before Hiccup could answer a Gronckle slammed into Stoick's side distracting the man into hitting the dragon in the face causing his son to wince at the dragon's cry of pain. Stoick jumped down and turned to fight again but all the dragons were now flying off, carrying their prizes in their claws, and with last plasma bolt from the Nightfury which hit the Chief's house they faded into night.

Stoick rounded on the small slip of a boy that was his son and cuffed him on the arm earning a yelp and an indigent, "Hey,"

"You were supposed to be in the forge, why are you out here?" Yep Stoick always has his priorities right when it came to Hiccup. No are you hurt? Did you get hit? But only an inquiry as to why he wasn't at the forge.

"I wanted to see the Nightfury," Hiccup knew it was worse to not answer his father than it was to give his answer. Stoick hated being ignored and every time Hiccup refused to answer a question, in Stoick's mind, that was what Hiccup was doing. Ignoring him.

"Get to the house now," The man voice was low and threatening, and Hiccup just knew he'd have new, and very painful, bruises tomorrow morning. But he took off as told. Walking to the house with a bit more of a spring to his step and his shoulders hunched in fear.

The small boy waited in his room in the attic for his father to come home. He had taken off his brown fur body warmer leaving him in just a faded green tunic and brown leggings. His auburn hair was loose, touching his shoulder blades before he picked up a tie and pulled it into a messy bun to keep it out of his face. His forest green eyes were fixed on the door and fear haunted every line of his body which suddenly tensed when the door to his house slammed opened then shut and the loud thumping footsteps of his father made his heart hammer against his ribs in time. There was a pause when his bedroom door was thrown open.

Stoick stood in the doorway watching his son curl into himself before stepped forward, raising his hand and bringing it down onto his son's check so hard the boy fell to the floor with a cry of pain and a sharp crack echoed slightly as Hiccup's head connected to the floor painfully. "You need to start doing as your told boy," Another slap, this time to the boy hip as Hiccup tried to himself as small as possible on the floor and protect his head from further damage. "Why, do, you, never, do, as, your, told," Each word was followed by a slap or a kick and the boy started to whimper in fear.

"I'm sorry," Was all he could say and all he would say. Stoick hit his son again before hissing and leaving to go to the Main Hall for mead. He always needed a drink after seeing his son who looked so much like his wife.

Hiccup uncurled himself slowly when he heard his father leave. The boy hissed as he raised his sore and heavily bruised body from the floor, moving each limb slowly to make sure nothing was broke. He pushed himself to his knees and slowly crawled towards his bed and pulled himself up with shaky hands, and curled into a ball pulling the fur blanket over his shaking body. He whimpered whenever he moved his body but eventually closed pain filled forest green eyes and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

HTTYD

The sun peaked over the mountains bathing Berk in a calm orange glow. The light peaked through the window of Hiccup's room making the small boy stir from his slumber, forest green eyes opening slowly, and then blinking rapidly to adjust to the light in his room. He slowly pushed himself to sit upright being mindful of his new bruises as he leaned against the headboard and sighed deeply, grateful for the fact that his ribs weren't broken. He would however need to see Gothi for some herbal slaves for his bruises. He would also ask Gobber for the day off, give his aching body time to rest and heal. So with those thoughts in mind he pushed himself out of bed hissing at the pull on his muscles and the pain from his bruises as he stripped himself and pulled on fresh underwear, a dark green tunic, black leggings, his fur boots and body warmer. Strapping a small knife to his left hip and hiding on underneath his right sleeve before quickly leaving his room.

He tip toed past his father's room where he could hear the heavy snores telling him Stoick was deep in sleep. He went down to the kitchen took a small roll of fresh bread from the cupboard and left the house without a sound. He headed for Gothi first, knowing the Village Elder would be up, and slowly made his way to the house furthest out of the village being extra careful to not trip and wake somebody up. He pasted a few of the teenager's houses, but no noise came from inside so Hiccup decided that Berk's inhabitants were all still asleep.

Gothi's house was on the edge of town overlooking the sea. She said the sound of the waves helped her trance. The garden was full of herbs that she tended to with a small well. He walked to the door and Gothi opened it without him even needing to knock.

"Sorry to bother you Elder," The elderly woman's silver hair was in her customary braid over her shoulders and she wore simple brown tunic and green leggings. She gave him a soft smile and stepped aside to allow him in.

The inside of her house always smelled like lavender and camomile, there were several charms hanging from the beams, and drawn onto the walls. Her fire was cackling soothingly and on the table there were two plates of fish out each had a cup next to it. "Sit, eat," She said to him and pushed him gently to the chair where he did as told and sat. Gothi sat next to him and watched him with calm steal grey eyes until he picked up the fork as started to eat the fish. They ate in silence and Hiccup knew that the tea contained a pain killer as the pain from his bruises faded until he felt nothing from them.

"Thank you," He said softly, most people in the village hated him. Called him Hiccup the Useless, and toothpick. The only people who were nice to him were Gobber and Gothi. The woman smiled and pushed a tin of paste towards him. He picked it up and smiled at the slight lavender fragrance, he knew this paste. She made it for him often. It helped the bruises fade and take away any muscle pains. It also acted as soap and could only be used with water. He hopped off the chair and gave her a gentle hug. "Thanks," He whispered into her ear before she shooed him away handed him a small wrapped sandwich for latter, knowing that the smallest Viking on the Island would not be seen for the rest day.

When Hiccup left Gothi turned looked to sky, "I hope he finds his destiny soon," She whispered to the Gods before turning to her house. Maybe she should have a word with Stoick about hitting his boy; Hiccup was after all very slender and small. She shook that thought away, if she said anything Stoick would take it out on the boy even worse and since he was Chief nobody would say anything. Not that anyone really cared, everyone knew Stoick abused his son. And everyone agreed Hiccup deserved it bar herself and Gobber.

Hiccup tucked the wrap into the pouch on his sheath along with the tin of paste. He walked to forge and saw Gobber inside hammering away at a new sword he was making.

"Hey," Hiccup said softly so he didn't disturb his mentor. True enough Gobber paused and turned with a scowl before swiftly smiling at the sight of his apprentice leaning against the window. "We're ya been laddy?" Hiccup looked to Gothi's house and didn't need to say anything at all if the sudden anger in Gobber's eyes were anything to go by.

"Ya go yer paste?" A single nod and Gobber sighed, if Gothi gave the paste Hiccup must have been in quite a bit of paste. "Alrigh' off ye trot," Having his teacher's permission for the day off Hiccup gave a mock salute and headed for the forest. Unlike the Vikings he would bath often and not in the local showers. He would go to the small cove which was secluded and had a small pond which was he bathed but also spent the day.

He walked the familiar path into the forest from the back of the forge, grabbed his bag from where he hides it underneath a bush which held his towel, soaps, sketch pad, charcoal, flint and a metal cup. He hummed under his breath as he smoothly walked the rough terrain of the forest, his forest eyes darted all over before he came to a slight drop. Now most Vikings would turn back or go around not even bothering to look around but Hiccup knew of a secret path to get into the cove. It wasn't at all steep and curved like a set of stairs all the way into the cove.

He set his bag aside and stripped down before taking the paste and his towel; he didn't need his normal soap because the paste would act like soap, and got into the water. It was cold, but not unbearable, beside Hiccup was used to it. He went under the water and swam around, stretching his muscles before surfacing and gently rubbing the paste into his skin, pay special attention to the bruises, his fingers lingered on the birth mark that coil itself around his arm sadly before shaking his head roughly. He went under again and did some more swimming before surfacing and washing his hair, rising it off then swimming to back to the 'shore' and got out. Dried himself off with the brown towel and dressing again. He gathered some sticks and made a small fire before sitting close to it and brought out his sketch pad and charcoal pencil and began to draw.

Hiccup ended up losing himself in his drawing as he always did. he surfaced to eat the sandwich Gothi gave him and found a smaller tin which he knew contained more of the painkillers from this morning so he stood up gather some water into his cup from the pond and boiled it over the fire before adding the tea leaves in and swirled it around before downing it in one go. He tossed the dredges into the fire before drawing once more.

Once again Hiccup lost himself in the smooth motions of his drawing so he didn't noticed as the fire went out and the sun vanished so a soft glow of orange settled itself over Berk once again. It was only when the sun had total dipped behind the mountains that the boy looked up. He gave a soft smile as he looked back at his drawing.

He had sketched the cove. And it was beautifully done. A small cluster of flowers on the corners of the page, with the actually pond seeming to glimmer on the page and the mountains silhouetted the background. Hiccup stood up and put everything away before carefully picking his way out of the cove and making his way home.

He was about half way back when a soft growling made him look around in shock. He tilted his head to side but the noise didn't come again to his shook it out of his mind. But there it was again. A pained sound now Hiccup actually thought about it. So he looked around. When he found it.

A dragon. With the blackest scales he had ever seen. Wrapped up in a net of rope and metal. A trap that Berk used often. To trap dragons they'd camouflage nets in the forest, but Hiccup thought he had removed most of them. Obviously not he berated himself as he set his bag down and approached the dragons cautiously when he realised just what dragon it was.

Nightfury. The unholy offspring of lighten and death itself. The most elusive dragon knows to the Vikings. Nobody has ever seen it properly

Until now of course. Hiccup's eyes travelled over the scales marvelling at the pattern they created when the dragon's eyes snapped open.

Green/yellow eyes looked pathetically at the Hiccup, and a soft whining started in the creature's throat before it close its eyes in a sort of resigned way. Hiccup knew he should kill the dragon, he would be accepted in the village but his father. Maybe the beatings would stop. And it was that thought that spurred him to pull his knife from his belt out. But he was hesitating. Killing the dragon would put an end to his constant pain.

"I'm going to cut your heart and give it to my father," The boy whispered and he stepped forward but the whine stopped him. The boy bit his lip. He didn't want to kill the dragon. He didn't want to kill at all. But he was a Viking. He kept whispering that under his breath and lifted the knife.

But he couldn't do it

Instated he started to saw through the ropes quickly. His forest green eyes darting around the forest to watch for any sign of his people coming. The ropes fell away but before Hiccup could act the dragon pounced at him and held him down with a paw over his chest.

It was shocking though as the Nightfury wasn't hurting him at all. The dragon seemed to be studying him. Green/yellow eyes watching him closely and guarded but not hateful or dangerous. The dragon reared back suddenly and Hiccup brought his left hand up to cover his face and his birthmark glowed slightly when his sleeve slipped back. The Nightfury roared in his face loudly before turning sharply and crashing away from Hiccup quickly.

The boy stood up shakily, the dragon had let him live. Hadn't hurt him at all. His body was shaking so bad he couldn't sit up properly but he knew he had to move, if his villagers found him there with the cut ropes it would him they gutted so picked up his knife, which he had dropped in shock, grabbed his bag and ran off for his village not seeing the green/yellow eyes that followed him in the shadows of the trees