Hey guys! This story may be a little depressing, but I promise you, the end is really good. This was just my point of view of how horrible the village treats Hiccup before he meets Toothless.

Chapter 1:

It's Time

I woke up to the roaring of dragons and the screaming of villagers. Dragon attack I think, jumping out of bed. My father has already left, obviously.

I run outside of the house, trying not get mowed over or burned to a crisp.

"Get inside!"

"Get out of here!"

"What are you doing out here?"

These are the things the villagers yell at me as I run by. I'm almost at Gobber's place, when suddenly someone grabs me from behind and lifts me off of my feet.

"What? What are ya doin' out here? Who let him out? Get him inside!" My father yells at me and some of the near by villagers, throwing me to the ground. I get up and run towards Gobber's blacksmith shop.

"Ah, nice to see you haven't been carried off," says Gobber as I run into his shop and tie on my apron.

"Who, me? I'm way to muscular for their type. They wouldn't know what to do with all, this," I say, flexing my muscles that I don't have and gesturing to myself.

Gobber grunts. I looked out the small window and see the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Astrid, and Snotlout all putting out a fire. I so wish I could be like them. Everybody hates me in this village. Nobody cares about me. My own father even hates me. Suicide seems more tempting then ever.

I lean out the window to get a closer look at them, but Gobber takes his hook for a hand, lifts me up and places me in a cornor. "Oh, no you don't," he says.

"Aw, come on! I need to make my mark!"

"You've made plenty of marks!" Says Gobber.

"Not what I meant,"

"Listen, Hiccup. You can't swing a hammer, you can't lift an axe, you can't even use one of these!" He holds up a piece of rope with rocks tied to the end.

"So you're saying I'm completely useless,"

"More or less,"

Yep, suicide looks pretty good right now.

"They need me out there," he says, grabbing a weapon. "You stay. Here. Don't move. Stay," I'm not a dog I think. Goober runs out into the battle.

"I'll prove you. " I say. "I'm not useless."

I grab the cannon thingy, and run out into the battle. People scream at me to get inside, but I ignore them. It's now or never. I position my cannon over a ledge.

"Come on, come on. Give me something to shoot." I mumble, impatiently.

Then, something flashes across the sky. Night Fury. Perfect! I aim and fire. The shot throws me back, but my aim was perfect. The Night Fury falls down onto the ground miles away.

"Yes! I hit it! Did anybody see that?" Suddenly, a Monstrous Nightmare came up behind me. "You saw that. Great."

Then, dragon flared up, and I ran. I was screaming as it chased me. As it ran after it me, it was destroying everything. I hide behind a wooden column, but wood burns. And dragons breath fire.

Before I knew it, everything was on fire. My dad is going to be furious. Speak of my dad, he comes to the rescue. He clamps the dragon's jaws shut. He looks down on me with pure disappointment.

"Sorry Dad," I say to him. "But, I hit a Night Fury. I swear! Send a search party over to-"

"Stop, just stop. Look what you did. You can't do anything right! Now, I have to clean up this mess."

Gobber comes up behind me and wacks me on the head. Then, the whole entire village shows up. All of the other viking kids sneer and make fun of me for being such a screw up.

"Make sure he gets home. And make sure he stays there!" My father says to Gobber. Gobber pushes me along. Suicide is all that is on my mind right now. I have to do it. I can't stand it anymore. Nobody would miss me, actually, things would get better. I was the village screw up. If I died, nobody would care.

My house comes into view.

"He's always looking at me with this disappointed scowl." I tell Gobber, "Like somebody cheated him and took all of the meat out of his sandwhich. Excuse me bar tender, I believe you've brought me the wrongs offspring. I wanted a big and beefy boy, with extra guts and glory on the side! This here, this is a talking fish bone!"

"No, no. You're think ing of it all wrong. It's not what's on the outside that he can't stand, it's what on the inside he hates."

See proof right here. My own father hates me, he wouldn't care if I died.

"Thank you for clearing that up." I say sarcastically.

"Listen, Hiccup-"

"Don't try to make me feel better. "

I open the door to go inside, but I turn around to Gobber.

"Thanks, for, you know. Taking care of me. My dad kinda just dumped me on you. I'm sorry. You won't have to deal with me anymore."

Gobber gives me a puzzled expression, but before I can say anything, I go into my house. It's time. I'm done. I'm throwing in the towel. In a few hours, I'll be with my mom. I just can't take it anymore. I can feel it.

My time has come to die.

I know, depressing, and it's not word for word from the movie, but pretty close. Please review!