Hey there! Here I am with a new fanfic! I will be rewriting the other two, not to worry!

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned How to Train Your Dragon, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this. I'd probably be bribing Dreamworks employees to get HtTYD3 done before 2018...

Prologue

This is Berk.

An island glowing on the horizon, the fires raging from within light up the waves that crash around it, a lovely compliment to blushing sky.

It was really quite beautiful.

The handiwork of Drago Bludvist.

And I.

Almost six years ago, I lived in a completely different world- dragons and humans at war.

Sometimes if I closed my eyes, I could remember it. The roars piercing through the night, the fires consuming everything in sight, the screams of children as their mothers and fathers spilled the blood of the terrible beasts.

Now, this war had begun anew.

The tragic events began about a year ago...

Chapter 1: Pass Me an Ale

The roars of humans and dragons alike was deafening.

Hiccup held back the tears that threatened to spill. Instead he focused on Toothless, who was still glowing blue. Toothless gave him a big, gummy smile, and the new chief relaxed. Then he saw his mother, who embraced him again. He returned it tightly- he would not be alone in his new life.

The worries that had been suffocating him seemed to leave him as he let go of Valka. She stroked his cheek, then stepped back to allow the village to congratulate and offer their sympathies for their new chief.

And the celebrations didn't end there. They moved to the Mead Hall, toasting to Stoick the Vast, and then to Hiccup, chief of the Hooligans.

Hiccup sat at one of the tables, Vikings pressed close as they swapped tales of Hiccup's father, some even taking Hiccup by surprise. Who would have known that Stoick hadn't been able to grow a beard until his nineteenth summer?

Astrid squeezed in next to Hiccup, two mugs of ale in her hands. "Hey, babe." She kissed him on the cheek. "How you doing?"

He grinned. "I'm hanging in there." He took a swig of the ale that she handed to him. A little dripped down the mug and his hand, and Toothless butted his head between the two Vikings to lick it off. "I'll never forget the night Dad got Toothless drunk." He shook his head at the memory as Toothless licked the rim of the mug, looking for more ale. The hangover the Night Fury had received the following morning was not an event that Hiccup wanted to repeat, so he moved the mug out of the dragon's reach.

Astrid giggled, taking a sip of the beer. "Just relax. I've got your back. So does Toothless. And your mom..." She sighed. "Your mom. Wow. It's still hard to believe, you know?"

Hiccup nodded, grinning. "Yeah. We're going to need all her knowledge with those new dragons." He looked around the room. Dragons and Vikings were celebrating in song (Hiccup wasn't sure he could tell the difference between the Viking and Dragon voices), dance, and storytelling. Or just plain getting drunk.

Like Gobber. The man was holding a mug in one hand, his interchangeable arm was also grasping another mug. His face was bright red, and he was animatedly telling a story, with a hearty drink in between sentences.

The new chief groaned. Great. Just what he needed. He stood, giving Astrid a quick peck on the lips, assuring her he could handle the situation, she was fine where she was. The Vikings roused a new cheer as he crossed the Mead Hall, laughing as he approached the drunk blacksmith.

Gobber brightened at the sight of the boy. "'iccup! I've bean teyllin-"

Hiccup pried the mug from Gobber's hand, aware of all the eyes on the two of them. "You're drunk, Gobber."

"Am not!" The big man protested, trying to get another sip from his prosthetic arm as Hiccup held it back. Hiccup grunted at the drunk man's strength. Getting Gobber home was already an impossible task. The last thing he needed was for the Viking to get more alcohol into his system.

The big man's fake arm was pulled away from his face with some difficulty- Hiccup would have liked to say he had done it himself, but his cousin had stepped in. Hiccup shot Snotlout a smile. Together they led the drunk man back to his house in silence, apart from the blacksmith's ramblings. It was a short walk, but Gobber was close to passing out by the time they got him to bed.

Hiccup and Snotlout stood outside, looking at the stars. "Thanks, Snotlout."

"Anytime, Chief." Hiccup turned to face his cousin, searching for sarcasm, but it seemed genuine.

"You don't have to get formal with me just because-"

Snotlout flung an arm around Hiccup, mussing his hair with his knuckles. "Don't worry, Hiccup, your big, strong, cousin will always be here to look after you."

"Get off me, or I'll set Toothless on you." Hiccup's voice was flat and humorless, but his eyes betrayed his amusement.

Snotlout let go of him immediately, his face a mask of horror. "No, no, not the Night Fury! Anything but that!" He dropped to his knees dramatically, and the two of them erupted into laughter.

We both must have had more beer than we thought. Hiccup grinned. Then again, as the years passed the two had grown closer, not letting their father's rivalry get between them.

They joked around as they headed back to the Mead Hall for another round of ale and laughter.

Lol, wasn't too bad, right? Next chapter will be introducing a little of the plot! :D
(Edit: Haha, I wish. Plot starts like in fifteen chapters.)

Thanks for reading!