A young man woke to the roar of beasts and the shouts of his people. His emerald pupils were revealed by pale, fluttering lids, and he brought his hands up to his freckled face to rub his eyes. The boy yawned quietly, before tossing his head to the side to get his somewhat long auburn hair out of his face.

He stood up, revealing a lanky, rather tall body. Since he fell asleep in his clothes, there was no need to get changed before leaving the house. He walked down the wooden stairs, to through the admittedly small living space, then threw open his front door. He strode out…

Only to stop when a massive flying lizard landed in front of him.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third sighed, as the Monstrous Nightmare- one of the deadliest dragons known to Berk- growled at him. The beast's eyes were narrowed in unrestrained fury, and it was breathing rather heavily. There were a few scars on its orange underbelly and face, a testament to the dragon's strength. It had obviously participated in previous raids, and had either escaped or fought off any Vikings which attempted to stop it.

Hiccup waved his hand at the dragon, in a gesture for it to get out of the way. He had places to be.

The creature, of course, did not listen. If anything, it seemed to spite the boy by crawling closer.

Hiccup's eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. Couldn't this dragon see that he had better things to do than square off with it?

The dragon ignored the boy's rising ire, scuttling closer and closer with every passing second. The Nightmare, unfortunately for it, made a grave mistake.

It got within arm's reach of Hiccup.

With a growl that did not sound very human, the young man lashed out with his left arm. His fist impacted with the Nightmare's nose before it could react, causing a dull, meaty noise to be heard. Such intense force was behind the boy's strike, that the dragon's head bounced off the ground. It reared back, overcompensating for being slammed into the dirt.

Smirking in grim accomplishment, Hiccup held his left arm out again, this time with the palm facing the beast.

Before the monster could register the human's actions, it felt a piercing pain in its exposed neck. Moments later, the Monstrous Nightmare slumped to the ground, dead. Crimson blood pooled around the quickly cooling corpse of the mighty dragon.

The boy had no weapon with which he could have dealt the fatal blow. Instead, the culprit was still lodged in the creature's neck.

A razor-sharp shard of rapidly melting ice.

A quick chapter, mostly to get the interest flowing. If you think this is a nice start, tell me in some way. A review or follow would work the best (I never understood the thing about favoriting incomplete stories. I usually only favorite completed ones).

Normally, I would go on a short rant about how much you guys must hate me or something, but I've noticed my audience doesn't seem to care too much when I start a new story out of the blue. They seem to be happy, once I'm writing. That, or they simply don't feel like telling me they don't like, which I sort of appreciate. I don't enjoy being insulted or belittled, but some constructive criticism would be appreciated.

Btw, how about that twist?