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Chapter 1 - The Birthmark:

A small thin boy about the age of fifteen is sleeping peacefully in a triangular wooden house.

This is Hiccup Haddock, the thin, green eyed auburn haired boy in the village of Berk.

Which is a remote island in the middle of nowhere. Granted it may not look like much, with the small sheep fields, the pointed and rugged looking houses, but this wet heap of rock packs quite a few surprises.

Berk has been here for seven generations, but every rugged building is new. They have many things to keep themselves preoccupied on Berk. From fishing, hunting, and pleasant sunset views.

One of the surprises about Berk, is the pests.

No, they are not rats. Or mosquitos.

It was the middle of the night, and the sound of giant flying pests roaring threw the boy awake, and he jumped out of bed. Knowing that familiar sound, he smiled excitedly. He then chucked the sheets carelessly back over the bed, and sprinted towards the creaky wooden stairs.

But he forgot about a little something that is at the top of the stairs. He tripped on that devious uplifted wooden shard as usual and fell down the stairs, his body and face hitting every step and grunting in pain with each, till he arrived at the floor of the house.

His body aching in pain, he stumbled up as fast as his little human legs would let him. He grabbed the front door handle, and pulled with all his might, which wasn't much, and opened it.

A bright red large flying reptile was merely thirty feet from him, and gathering up a herd of sheep. It turned at the sound of the door screeching against the floorboards, and noticed the boy.

Its face contorted with rage, it fired straight away at the boy, who flinched and gasped in fright, and he slammed the door on the flames. He could feel the warmth of them from the other side.

"Dragons." He spoke excitedly.

The boy had been waiting for the next dragon raid for just over a month now. He had always wanted to take down a dragon to impress his father & the village. Unfortunately, he hadn't achieved this goal, yet.

He opened the door slowly, carefully this time. Now hastily avoiding the flames now burning the opposite side, he leaned away from them. He glanced outside, in case the dragon wanted to cook him alive. Once open, the path was clear. The dragon and sheep were gone.

The boy ran out into the chaos. Vikings were running everywhere, in and out houses. Some of which were already on fire.

The majority of people in the world would probably leave if their home was getting attacked by dragons every month or two. But not Berkians.

A number of Vikings were chasing after all sorts of dragons stealing livestock, many of which were trying to avoid the Vikings and their weapons.

Hiccup was bumping into almost every Viking in sight, by accident that is. Each one yelling the same thing afterwards.

"What are yeh doin' 'ere?"

"Get inside the forge!"

"What are you doing out here?!"

"Go back to the forge! You don't belong here!"

Just then a dragon that appeared to look like a large flying rock, spat a ball of fire at a Viking who dodged it but was sent flying, and crashed into Hiccup.

"Arrgh!" He yelled in Hiccups face. He then stood up, his mouth twisted up into a crazy sort of smile, and cheerfully he grunted, "Mornin'!" As if the situation was a daily occurrence.

The Viking grabbed his axe, and charged off after another dragon.

Come on come on. Hiccup thought as he ran. I need to find an axe or sword or som-

He was suddenly pulled back by a huge and mighty fist. And it was just in time too, he nearly had run into a line of fire that a passing dragon decided to light.

"What is he doing out aga- WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT?! Get inside now little boy!" Barked the huge Viking who grabbed him by his shirt.
That wasn't any ordinary Viking that had seized Hiccup, that was Stoick-The-Vast. Chief of the village.

The man's fiery red beard and thick brown cape waved in the wind of the night, as he observed the scene of fighting dragons and Vikings around him.

"What have we got this time?" Stoick asked the closest Viking to him in his deep commanding voice.

"Nadders, Zipplebacks, Gronckles. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." The other Viking replied.

"So there hasn't been any Night Furies yet?" Inquired the Chief.

There was a large fiery explosion near them accompanied with a couple of screams, which sent flaming embers in all directions. A few landed on Stoicks shoulder.

"Luckily, none so far sir." Replied the Viking, who was hiding behind his shield in an effort to stop the embers landing on him.

"Good," said Stoick, relieved. As if finding out there wasn't going to be a thunderstorm tonight. He then flicked off the embers with his fingers as if they were a mere nuisance.

Hiccup was disappointed by the chief's words, but he did as he was told, and headed to the forge. He kept his eyes on the night sky in case he ever managed to catch a glimpse of the terrifying Night Fury.

Instead, he only saw the usual dragons. He knew that Night Furies usually only came around the end of the dragon's attacks, but he remained hopeful.

There was a reason as to why Hiccup always wanted to see a Night Fury. A secret that only he, and a select few of others knew.

Hiccup really wasn't paying attention to where he going, and ended up walking into a wall on the outside of the forge. He fell back with a grunt and made an exasperated whisper at himself of how clumsy he is.

"Ahh, yeh took your time! I thought this party was going to be over by the time yeh got here!"

Hiccup strode in through the forge and put his apron on. Passing the large figure of the yellow moustached & two prosthetic limbed Viking. He looked back at the impatient blacksmith, Gobber, and muttered, "I might just take a little more next time, so I can avoid the meathead with an attitude!"

Hiccup initiated his work at the forge, mending broken swords, fixing axes & making nets. As he pulled hard on the bellows to get the heat going, he chuckled at Gobbers scoff in the background. "The meathead with an attitude..." He repeated to himself. "Says the little toothpick..."

Being the apprentice to the blacksmith was hard, but enjoyable work. Hiccup had been working at the forge since he was littler, if that was possible. At least it had its qualities, he could look outside from time to time, and see what the other villagers were doing.

He chanced a glance outside after several minutes, making sure Gobber wasn't looking. He noticed the other teenagers his age doing their jobs too. They were the bucket brigade. They were charged with the responsibility of extinguishing the fires.

As Hiccup looked out, he observed them all. Firstly, the largest, nicest & most nervous bloke of the group is Fishlegs Ingerman. He had a huge rounded face, and body. He has a funny character and he is smart, he loves reading too. He also has short blonde hair and green eyes.

Next were the twins. They are very alike, obviously, one being male and the other female, they fight each other a lot over the tiniest things. The guy is named Tuffnut Thorston, and his sister is Ruffnut Thorston. Both have long darkish golden hair and blue eyes. They are average sized Vikings.

Snotlout Jorgenson is the next guy, he has a large muscular build. Dark brown hair, blue eyes and a true Viking demeanour. He is actually Hiccups cousin, but he doesn't treat Hiccup like one. Bullying, commanding attitude. Reasonably good looking, to the girls.

Last but not least, is Astrid Hofferson. Tall, bright golden hair and stunning blue eyes, these attributes make her stand out. Average sized Viking, but slender and great physique. Tough and determined personality and quite attractive to the guys.
She had just threw a bucket of water onto the side of a house along with the others. The fire now extinguished, she grabbed her axe from the ground nearby, and charged off to try to kill a dragon.

None of these people knew Hiccups secret.

"Oi! Get back to work! Or I'll throw you into the fire!"

Hiccup knew better than to ignore the blacksmith, not doubting the Viking would follow through on the threat. So he got back to work.

Bang, clang, bang. Went the hammer onto the hot metal. Hiccup was very focused on his work, currently mending an axe that Gobber just passed through.

He finished, and dunked the blade edge of it into a nearby bucket of water. It sizzled and hissed. It was now ready for battle. He knew the axe as the one he built about a year ago, and only saw it when the dragon raids came.

"Is it done yet?!"

That wasn't Gobbers voice. Those sounds didn't belong in his voice box.

"Oi you, is it ready?" Demanded the voice again.

"My apprentice is working on it! Yeh'll get it back soon! Be patient!" Barked Gobber. His long moustache swaying dangerously.

Hiccup wheeled around, and faced the outside window. There stood Astrid, looking murderous. He nearly dropped the axe in fright.

Hiccup instantly hid his right arm behind him, hiding it from view. He walked over to the window, and placed the axe on the counter.

"H-hi Astr-"

"About time!" She snapped.

She snatched the axe off the counter with no word of thanks and ran off. Her hair billowing behind her.

That's Astrid's axe?!

Hiccup looked at his hands as if they had been touched by the gods.

So I built Astrid's axe, and she doesn't know.

He sighed & sat down, temporarily forgetting about his work. Wondering if she would even care if she did know. But he knew, he just knew, as his father did, that everyone would want to know everything about Hiccup when, that's right, when he finally took down a Night Fury.

He raised his right arm, pulled his sleeve from his green shirt back, and looked at his wrist for the first time tonight at last to admire what was there.

Just then a really loud drawling, ballistic screeching could be heard. Hiccup leapt to his feet, and stared out the window. Excitement shook him from head to toe.

"Don't even think about it!" Squawked Gobber. Who came bustling around the forge and hooked Hiccup by his shirt with his peg prosthetic before he could escape.

"Oh come on, let me out pleaase," drawled Hiccup. Making his best attempt at puppy dog, pleading eyes.

He shook his head, and placed him down. "You're too young, and you know it lad. I promised yeh father I wouldn't let yeh out there for quite a while. Yeh've made yer attempts, and failed."

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Two minutes. That's all I ask, it will make my life infinitely better. It might even get me a date!"

Gobber smirked. "No. Plus, how would yeh take it down anyway? Yeh can barely lift a weapon, let alone a heavy bola. Yeh can't use or throw one lad."

"Okay, true. But this will throw it for me." He stepped backwards and revealed his sixth edition of the series, the bola launchers. This one nicknamed 'The Mangler'.
Hiccup tapped the launcher proudly, but having not looking where he tapped it, he accidently nudged the spring.

The mangler lurched and sent a bola without a net flying at quick speed, it shot past Gobber and hit a man in the window who just placed a few broken weapons on the counter. His contorted to a twisted sort of smile, and he fell backwards with a crash.

Gobber, infuriated, grabbed Hiccup with his real hand.

"SEE THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! Stop all this nonsense boy! Yeh not old enough!"

Hiccup deflated, almost cowering under the Viking's gaze.

"It was only a mild calibration issue…" he mumbled.

The blacksmith sighed and placed him back on the ground. "Look, just wait about a year or so. Hopefully some of…" Gobber waved his peg hooked prosthetic in Hiccups general direction, "This, will have improved by then."

Hiccup displayed an amused but irritated expression. "You just gestured at all of me."

"That I did. Now back to work!"

The interchangeable limbed Viking dropped a heavy sword into Hiccups hands, and he nearly collapsed to the ground with the weight.
Gobber snorted, and turned around to resume work.

Hiccup moved slowly over to the sword sharpening wheel where he dropped the sword onto a bench next to it. It weighed a tonne to him!

He placed the sword's blade edge onto the wheel and resumed work.

One day, I'll get one. Because killing a dragon, is everything around here. Killing any dragon is worth celebrating.
But the ultimate prize, the most powerful, most dangerous dragon is known as the dragon of the night, or in short, the Night Fury.

He heard more familiar screeches of the Night Fury plummeting towards Berk to unleash its fiery destructive power. Hiccup was burning with jealousy that he couldn't go out there and at least try.

Night Furies have never been killed, captured or even seen before. They never steal food and never show themselves.

Most amazingly though, they never miss their targets.

However, I will be the first to capture and kill a Night Fury.
I believe I will, and so does my Dad. For a reason that only we and Gobber know, for now.

More screeching sounds kept on coming. Hiccup couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped what he was doing, and raced to the window.

He looked out and saw one of the village's catapults had been completely destroyed. Many of the Vikings who had operated it were running back towards the village.

"Look…" Began Gobber, he came around the corner and looked at Hiccup. "Things are getting rough out there, I've got to go out and help. You just stay put…there. OKAY?!"

He just nodded in reply.

Gobber eyed him suspiciously. "You know what I mean. If I come back and you're not here, I'll…" He trailed off.

"I know."

Gobber grabbed an attachable axe with his right hand, and securely locked it into his left hand prosthetic. He then limped as quickly as he could out of the forge. Yelling a battle cry.

Yes! Hiccup thought with joy.

He grabbed his bola launcher named The Mangler, reloaded it and attached a net to the bola. He chucked his apron off carelessly too. Once done, he sprinted out of the forge.

As he ran, many Vikings gave him annoyed glances. A couple even said something along the lines of "Where yeh goin'? Get back here!"

"Yeah I know, I'll be back soon!" He muttered back to himself.

When he finally arrived at the top of a hill, overlooking the ocean and another undamaged catapult, he set up his invention.

Once done, there was basically no noise at all. It was eerily quiet.

He raised his right arm and looked for the second time tonight, at his birthmark on his wrist. Situated right between his hand and elbow.

His Dad did not know what dragon Hiccup's birthmark resembled for certain, but it was believed to be the Night Fury. Hiccup believed that it was a Night Fury birthmark on his wrist.

He had always been told by his dad that he had been chosen by the gods to capture and kill whatever the dragon was. Presumed to be the Night Fury, his dad wanted to wait till Hiccup was older and strong enough to try.

Even though he had tried in the past, he had not succeeded. His inventions had unfortunately failed him when he needed them most.

Hiccups father wanted to keep the dragon mark a secret from the village till he managed to kill it first. So when he did, he would be branded a hero and great honours. He believed it was his destiny.

It was difficult concealing the dragon symbol from everyone, as earlier this night when he hid his arm from Astrid's view. But he had managed it. Long sleeves help.

His dad did tell Gobber, and he believed it to be the same thing. That Hiccup was destined for it.

His dragon birthmark on his wrist was completely black, the dragon had two large wings, and several pointed ears around its head, also a long tail with manoeuvrable fins at the end. It had four legs with sharp claws at the toes of each paw. Its mouth was open revealing one row of teeth on the bottom and one on the top of its jaw.

Hiccup ceased looking at his Night Fury birthmark, and looked up into the sky for a sign of the dragon.

"Come on." He whispered to himself. "Give me something to shoot at. Any dragon, preferably a Night Fury, come on."

He kept his eyes peeled and his ears open.

He heard some dragon growls and grumbles from up in the air, and looked but saw nothing. However, after more careful observation, he noticed several stars seemed to be blinking in a sort of wave.

His eyes widened in surprise. It was a dragon! The outline of a black dragon circling around in the night sky.

It was way out of range, so he waited.

Eventually, he lost sight of it as dawn started to approach. It was getting brighter.

No! He thought. Come on, please!

Suddenly he heard the familiar screeching and deafening whistling of the plummeting Night Fury breaking the sound barrier, perhaps for the last time for a few months.

He squinted and saw the dragons outline diving at top speed towards the unmanned catapult.

Hiccup aimed, and watched. Ready to release his bola once it was in range.

The Night Fury unleashed a bright purple ball of fire onto the catapult, obliterating it and sending debris scattering in all directions. The Night Fury that appeared to be a black blur side swiped it and began to fly away.

Hiccup seized his chance, and pulled the lever.

The force of his mangler lurching violently threw Hiccup backwards, and he fell onto the grass on his back.

He leapt up once again, ignoring his aching back, and saw the netted bola speeding off into the sky at high speed, straight towards the Night Furies path.

Hiccup held his breath. His body shaking with hopeful exhilaration. He dare not blink.