A/N:Thanks for the reviews, the follows and favours. I'm glad you're all interested. This chapter is just a run through of what Hiccup life is like on Berk from his point of view. It will take you through the course of the movie but it will be different.

'Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death!'-Odin

'STOP! Just... stop. Everytime you step outside, disaster falls.'-Stoick

Berk. There's nothing really to share about this cold place. Besides that it's a living nightmare. And I'm not referring to the frequent dragon raids. You would think that the son of the chief would be popular among his tribe and peers. Think again. Because I am scrawny and not beefy. They look down at me, even my father looks at me like I'm a walking fishbone. Since I could crawl my father made it seemed that the gods gave him the wrong child. But back to my living nightmare life. I'm a blacksmith apprentice to my father's long time friend, Gobber. Well it's not all bad but it's the things he say.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off."

That's one of them but not as bad as the what he normally say or what the others always say.

"Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?"

Now we're getting somewhere. Even though out of his nagging hurtful comments I can say he cares. Just in a Viking stubborn...blunt jerk way. But it's not as bad as the others, such as the other teen Vikings. Now Fishlegs is not bad as the other young Vikings. But being ignored is not any better either. My cousin, Snotloud is by the worst of the group. I guess since he's so pose to be family is a reason why it hurts alot. The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut are just as bad. With a little stupid on the side, their insults are just as cruel. Last but not the least, the beautiful Astrid. She never say anything but...by Thor if looks could kill. There are only two people that can make me quiver under their glare. That's my father and Astrid. It's funny because I have been having a crush on the blonde since I was six. I have it in my mind that I will kill a dragon. Maybe my life will become better. But is approaching death warth the recognition. The Nadder is something to have my name cheering through the tribe. The Gronkle will most likely get me a girlfriend. The Zippleback is exotic. But for their two heads, twice the status. The Monstrous Nightmare is a dragon that needs anger management and has the issue of setting itself on fire. I'll leave that to my father and the others true Vikings. But what I'm after is the Night Fury.

"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark."

Gobber narrowed his eyes at me. "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places."

Well I try. I try real hard to be accepted to be one of them. But it never works out like I plan. Like Loki haxed all my plans to be noticed. But I'm determined to prove to everyone, my father, my aggy uncle Spiteloud that I can do what they do.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe..."

I'm not going to lie, that is all very true.

"...you can't even throw one of these."

"Okay fine, but...this will throw it for me."

What I lack in brawn I gain in brains. But they don't see my speciality. Just my failures. I had made a launcher that would throw those ropes with metal balls. But no one cares about my ideas.

"Arggh!"

I winched. Mistake. I definitely won't be able to live this down.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about."

"Mild calibration issue."

They don't want to hear that. They really don't. It's a complete waste of time.

"Hiccup."

Yes, you heard right. Hiccup. It's not the worst that there are. Parents believed that hideous names scare away trolls. But for my name itself. It's the name the villagers name runts. Clearly I must of been a runt in my father's eyes.

"If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all...this."

"But you just pointed to all of me!"

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you."

Now that was what I meant by what he says.

"Ohhhh..."

"Ohhhhh, yes."

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Vikingness contained. There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances."

So by the time the sun rises I have indeed captured a Night Fury. A little...well not so small mess happened. But I did it. Do you think they believed me?

"Quite the performance." the snarky reply to the female twin.

My cousin in his lame sarcastic tone. "I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!"

I didn't even bother to reply. It's was totally useless. Like me.

"I really did hit one."

"Sure, Hiccup."

I thought Gobber would understand me. Well...I should of known that was a far away dream. No one understands Hiccup the useless.

"He never listens."

"Well, it runs in the family."

I ignored that. I should listen but I don't. Maybe I should start.

"And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich."

I tried to impression my father but it was rather hilarious and pitiful. I mean I would laugh at myself if I were someone else.

"Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish bone!"

"Now, you're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

Once again what he says. I mean do this man think before he speaks. Chances are none.

"Thank you for summing that up."

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not."

I'm not the average Viking. The whole village of Berk and my father will vouch for that. But being accepted means the world to me. How can I lead my people and they see their chief as a stranger.

"I just want to be one of you guys."

A/N:This is just a quick inside of Hiccup's thoughts. How bad his life is. Next chapter you'll get to find out Loki's plan.