I had another idea for a story and I just had to get it written before I forgot about it.

What would have happened if neither Valka nor Hiccup were kidnapped by a dragon? What could happen, what will change? Here, we will find out.

Disclaimer: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon

Placed in the First movie, Hiccup's POV

Welcome to Berk, the prized jewel of the Archipelago, according to Trader Johann and my mom, Valka the Kind. My mom doesn't seem like the fighter type at first glance, but I've learned all my fighting skills from her since I was young, well younger. I was basically forced to train with my mother, my dad Stoick the Vast didn't really want us to be harmed, after what had happened when I was younger, when me and my mom were almost taken away by a dragon. For the first few days of training we didn't do much, well, training, as we were expected too, we had conversation, as much conversation as a six ½ years old can have with an adult anyway.

The thing with my mom is that she is very protective of me, so when she found out that Snotlout, my cousin, tried to bully me, we all found out about her wrath, people began to question her title as Valka the Kind. The teens began to steer clear of me after that little incident, but Snotlout was much more persistent, so after a few years of peace with him, he tried to fight me again when we were twelve. What he didn't know was that I've not only been training with my mom, my dad, who had started to help train me when I was eight, but Astrid became a close friend of mine thanks to the help of my mom speaking to the Hoffersons.

Astrid was a better teacher, considering our equal size, it was easier to compare our qualities and qualifications for weapons. Unlike when it came to my parents, they went with their own choice, thinking I would be able to use the same weapon an adult would use, leave it to my dad to give me a war hammer four times my size. My mom's choice of a sword wasn't too bad, but I had a different perspective, and went along with Astrid and used a battle-axe, and the occasional sword or dagger.

Now back to Snotlout, he tried to fight me unarmed thinking that I've only trained with my mother. Now he was only thinking about dirt after running towards me fists raised. Despite training me for years in the art of fighting, my mom scolded me for hurting Snotlout, while some other Vikings that had gathered after hearing Snotlout's cry of pain, were cheering, and if my eyes don't deceive me, I think I got a smile from Astrid. Now here we are, in the forge, two years after the fight. I'm thirteen, I'm close friends with Astrid, friends with the teens, patched up a relationship with Snotlout, sort of, and I'm well respected amongst the village. What wrong could happen?

"DRAGON RAID!" A Viking screamed. Oh right, I forgot about our pest problem.

*THIS IS JUST A SUMMARY, A NEW CHAPTER WILL BE UP SOON EXPLAINING WHAT HAPPENED IN THE TIME PERIOD*