Title is supposed to be Fangi Myrkr

Hello everyone, its midnightstranger123 here (that name is too long to type out each time so I'm gonna go by midnight) this is my very first fan fiction ever, I'm really excited. I have a few main ideas and quite a few plots down. If anyone has any good advice please say it in the review section. Anyways, I'm looking for someone who can help with the smaller details of this story, almost like a second mind, I have a few requirements, 1. this person must speak English well. 2. They must have some experience writing something, (not super important but it would help) and 3. Must be available most nights to help with the story. So umm I believe that's all, so here we go. Also, this is an AU story and I don't own anything except a four-wheeler and a 67 green Nova. I dont own HTTYD sadly : C

Prologue

(gonna try something kinda new here)

The scene opens with camera seeming to fly across the tops of dark blue clouds. The moon is out casting a silver blue hue over the ocean. There's an island appearing, the camera moves through the clouds to fully review berk. The torches are lit but there are no dragons attacking from this view. "FWOOOOSSHH" A ball of fire was sent hurling towards Berk where it hit a building directly, the camera turns to view a fleet of ships with a volley of flaming projectiles following the first, from a distance they may see like comets or falling stars but to the villagers of Berk it's no pretty sight.

On a boat moving away from the flaming catapults a man was standing with a grin from ear to ear. He turned to the crew of his boat as they but something in a burlap sack into the cargo storage.

"Knock him out, keep him out until we get back to the island."

At that, the men hit the object in the sack and it stopped moving.

(3 hours earlier)

Normal POV

"CRASH"
"CLANG"
"CLATTER"

These sounds which originated from the Blacksmith were most likely heard from halfway across the island. Inside a situation was occurring that happened frequently, almost every other day to be exact.

"Aww Hiccup look what ye did." Gobber started to pick up the rack of dented of axes and swords as his apprentice tried to put the flames out on the bench.

"You need to stop with all those, ... those things."

"They're not "things" they're inventions to make dragon killing easier" Hiccup responded while finally exhausting the flame on the wooden workbench. He previously tried building some type of bola launcher that misfired and knocked over a hot iron rod which knocked over a weapon rack and lighting part of a wooden bench leg on fire.

"Well, whatever they are they need to be messed with in your spare time. I'm supposed to make a proper smith out o' you but you'll never learn in all yu do is knock things over. Anyways that's good for today, I'll finish up here."

"Okay, so uh I'm gonna go now." Hiccup removed his cloth and leather apron with multiple burn and tears in it from working in the smith. As he was heading out he grabbed a small box off the floor as well as some wooden and metal odds and ends which he worked into his pockets for later.

Hiccup exited the forge, he squinted at the sunlight which was considerably brighter than in the stone based forge. There was a cloud front in the distance which looked to be the signal for rain. Hiccup made his way through the small town of Berk, he passed the Bakers and the Seamstress's shop as well as other households which each belonged to the respective families.

Being deep in thought Hiccup never even noticed the pile of bad fish that were spilled out of the buckets to dump in the ocean.

"Aww man really?" Hiccup said to no one imparticular as he tried to wipe his boots off in the dirt which did nothing but cover them in a coat of dirt.

Finally giving up on the boots he walked back to his house and peering inside noticed his dad was still out taking care of chief business.

Maybe I won't have to listen to another one of his speeches about becoming a great Viking for the good of Berk. Hiccup thought as he swapped his boots for an older but clean pair.

Generally, they would be dirty by the end of the day either from his hikes through the woods or just the dirt streets, he enjoyed peaceful walks through the lush forests crossing ditches and ravines, everything seemed so peaceful his village reputation seemed to melt away leaving him in a state of humble joy.

As he was about to exit his house to start his hike he noticed his steel engraved dagger on his table which was about the size of a toothpick for some Vikings including his father. It seemed the gods were getting bored causing mishap or misfortune every so often and they decided to put a boy the size of a shrimp, onto an island of huge Viking, as the chief's son who was extremely large as a Viking should be.

He picked it up because he never knew if he would need it for some reason. Knowing that it wouldn't do much against a large cat that hunts the mountains and forests in the winters or a dragon of any sorts but at least he could cause his attacker some type of wound as he feasted on his bones. He decided to grab his small backpack which was nothing more than a black leather satchel to carry some random essentials.

I doubt any animal would be interested in me for a meal, there's probably a more appetizing meal under a rock somewhere. Hiccup thought with a smirk, he knew he was smaller than average and wouldn't deny it.

He began his walk by following a deer trail from the edge of the woods into the thicket. Birds sang, small rodents and other animals such as rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional field mouse scurried away from the seemingly large threat disturbing their homes.

He began thinking about how he could prove himself worthy of being a Viking since he knew he wouldn't be able to kill a dragon with any sword or mace but maybe with a machine could do it for him.

Hiccup imagined all sorts of contraptions like a spiky ball that would hit a dragon and take out its wings, but however he thought of a way to take out a dragon more problems came up in his mind like what if it shot fire at him as he tried to get closer, or would other dragons try to help it? Hiccup knew that dragons would help protect one another but he didn't know to what extent.

After a while of walking around the thick patches of green and brown woods and discovering numerous small caves and ravines that weren't much bigger than himself, he came across a crag in a rock wall that looked more like a tunnel after peering into it. Knowing that there might be some smaller animal in there he pulled out his sketchbook as well as a box of flint and his knife to use as the striker.

He ripped one of the last pages out of his notebook and pushed back into the leather satchel. Afterward, he rolled it tightly into a long circular cone so it wouldn't burn as fast. (Plus obviously being thicker than paper we use nowadays.) After folding it in a fashion so it doesn't come undone he picked up a stick the half the size his arm and made a very crude makeshift torch by pushing the stick through part of the paper.

Using his knife and flint he light the top of the paper and it started to burn, after putting his flint back in the box and knife in its sheath he moved towards the cave. After going in a few feet he looked out towards the sun and noticed he should probably start heading back soon after he explored this little cave.

Holding his light in front of him he pushed further into the dark, after going into the depths of the crevice and finding it became smaller, he had to crawl on his hands and knees to continue through.

His torch was practically useless now and he just pushed it in front of him where the cave seemed to open back up. Finally, after crawling through the littlest part for what seemed like ages he was able to half stand then finally stretch his back in a larger room.

Hiccup stood in awe at what as before him, directly in front of him stood a larger room, about the size of a house, with a trickle of water forming a small pond in the bottom, multiple cracks were dispensing water which gathered together in multiple places until it collected in the hole at the bottom. There was a crack in the side of the rock forming the hole where the water seemed to be flowing into, otherwise the room would flood. In the ceiling there were a few cracks in the rock where sunlight was shooting through in golden rays, illuminating everything and shining off the pool while casting a crystal light show in the rock walls all around the cave.

Something in the center of the streams caught his attention, there was a ledge which was pushed out from the wall and it looked almost like a soft green cloud, mosses were hanging from this little outcropping and on top was a bunch of little moss flowers. The thing that was almost pulling him towards it was a deep red and purple flower with orange tipped petals, he never saw any flower like this before and there were a couple smaller ones sprouting from the moss around its base. Being mesmerized by its exotic look he wondered what it smelled like, he leaned down and slowly moved his nose closer to the center.

Big Mistake

"Aggghhh"

Hiccup reeled back in disgust, it was the most putrid smelling thing he ever came into contact with, it was so strong it stayed in his nostrils even after wiping his nose where the petal touched. He was so tempted to rip it up from its perch and smash it to bits, it didn't seem to smell at all until its petal came in touch with his nose. He decided to do a quick drawing of it so he could ask Gothi, the village elder, and healer, about it later on that night.

Quickly pulling out his notebook he looked for the map of Berk and circled where he believed the entrance to be, he definitely wanted to come back here sometime. After finishing his few notes about the surrounding area and the putrid smelling flower that was worse than the smell of a dead animal in the hot sun. He moved towards the hole, once again crouching and moving through, this time, more easily since he knew there was no drop-offs or holes that he could fall in. He jumped a little when he touched his old discarded torch and it made a shuffling noise, having forgotten about it, he felt really stupid getting startled by a simple stick that he himself put there not 10 minutes ago.

After finally making his way out of the cave he noticed the sun was starting to cause the sky turn different colors which marked nighttime on Berk. He quickly took a mental note of the dead but large tree standing outside to the left of the cave, it was clearly dead but still had most of its branches attached which surprised him because most dead trees lost all of their branches from the hurricane-like storms that passed every couple of months, even winter had snow with winds that could blow the wool off of sheep.

He started sauntering through the woods while avoiding the dastardly bushes that housed thorns and long needle-like spikes. He decided that walking along the cliff trail would be much easier. (It's literally a trail along the side of the cliff which drops off into the ocean.) He started to pick up his pace because he knew his dad was mad at him last time he was out in the woods late at night. Even though they owned the island and the only threats were dragons and larger cats, he was a twig compared to everyone and they assumed he was as fragile as one, and to a point he was fragile but he wasn't stupid. Sadly the village only cared about brute strength as a measure of manliness.

As he was walking he heard yelling and saw a few boats carrying men towards a beach with a path that lead up to the trail or roadway he was following. The boats were each carrying about six men and the boat from which they came was anchored next to a sea stack.

"I wonder if my dad knows they're out here?"

Quickly Hiccup thought about all of the enemies of Berk, as of now the only known enemy of Berk was the Dragons. Knowing that these men weren't hostile he decided to approach and see if they ran into trouble or needed anything, not that he could fight anything let alone a dragon but he could run back and get his dad to send some people to assist them in whatever they needed.

He worked his way down a split of the trail that winds around the edge of the cliffs towards the village, he stood waiting on the shore for the men to land. As soon as they noticed them, the man at the head of the first boat stood and yelled
"Hello! We ran into some dragons a while back and our boat is in need of repairs, I doubt we can make it to port, may we land on good terms?"

Hiccup thought about this and noticed a few of the men had ash covering them, the armor they wore was half black at some spots like it was burned not from a flame of a candle or something but from strong and extremely hot flames of a dragon. After seeing this he knew they were telling the truth, even if they were lying he saw the flag on the ship, it belonged to the chieftain named Alvin the Agreeable. Alvin and his father were good friends so he knew these men would be on good terms, hence, the question asking permission from a stranger to come ashore. Finally, after considering the mans words he answered. "Yah, Come on."

After about thirty seconds the men were up on the shore, the head man of the boats approached me and said "We are going to camp here for the night the work our way around to the village, and you are?

Hiccup thought a moment before answering "The names Hiccup" Not wanting to embarrass himself more then he had to with his full name he thought he should stick with basics. Obviously, a name like Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third seems like a name for a huge behemoth of a Viking, but fate has decided and it goes to the smallest Viking Berk has ever seen.

Some of the men were holding back laughter while the head gave them an evil eye, he turned his attention back to Hiccup and said. "Well, Hiccup thank you for allowing us peaceful landing onto your villages beach."

Hiccup was confused, he never met a Viking who was as kind as this man before him.

Some men were starting a fire and one was working on some net launcher mechanisms used for catching dragons. Hiccup saw the one of the men struggling to get the contraptions set back together the right way, obviously, whoever worked on fixing these normally was either wounded or dead so this guy got the tedious job of trying to fix something he had little to no idea how to use in the first place.

Hiccup moved over to him and said, "May I?"

The Viking looked at him and shrugged while handing it to him. Hiccup picked up some of the smaller pieces and started to study each one and after about a minute he slowly started to understand how this machine worked, it was pretty simple once you understand it. He put it back together and handed it back to the Viking who was in awe at how a boy, younger than himself, and obviously not a warrior fixed such a complicated piece of machinery. (Well complicated to theses men, understand the saying all brawn and no brain.)

The Head Viking walked over to Hiccup after he and the man working on the launcher boxes were finished and said. "Thank you Hiccup, where did you learn how to do this anyways?"

Without thinking, Hiccup started answering his questions while absentmindedly tweaking a launcher spring to fit more snugly. "Actually, I help out as Berks blacksmith's apprentice, even during dragon raids, I get a lot of broken things to try and fix. Plus my dad doesn't want me fighting dragons because he thinks I'm too weak and scrawny to do anything but stand around and fix things, and because the future chieftainship goes to me, if I get killed or something then it'll be passed to Snotlout and that would be as bad as Ragnarok, the island would fall apart, literally."

The men looked at each other then they started to get up and walk around forming a circle, Hiccup didn't notice until the head spoke up saying "Well well well boys, looks like our job got a whole lot easier."

Hiccup looked around and started feeling uneasy, "Uhhh, what are you talking about?"

"Well when you said your dad didn't want anything to happen to you, I thought it was just an honest family thing because you're still a boy. But when you said if you go missing the chieftainship will be passed to someone else, that would make you the heir to Stoik the Vast."

The man was glaring down on Hiccup and he immediately started to think and try to piece everything together. Finally, as if a lantern was flicked on in his head, he put the mental puzzle together, just as he turned his head to look at something that caught the corner of his eye, something was thrown over his head and a force struck him in the back of his head, hard.

Annndd, there ya go guys, please leave a review on what you think, I'll be looking forward to your guys opinions on this. Thank you and I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Also special thanks to QueenAurora for helping me on this, she (or he, still super vague on anything) check out Queens stories. Until next time, fly straight and keep moving - Midnightstranger123