This is years late, but it's happening. I uploaded the first two chapters last night, but I forgot to warn the readers of WYFC and Fated Present, I'm so sorry! I know some of you have actually been hoping for one. Can't say it'll be filled with as much pent up frustration a the other one, since I haven't read a watching the movie for HTTYD2 yet, but it's still a thing, if you're interested...

Unrelenting Fate

HICCUP (V.O.)
Winter in Berk lasts most of the year. It hangs on with both hands and won't let go. And the only real comforts against the cold are those you keep close to your heart.

"Booring," Snotlout sings.

HICCUP
Okay bud, you ready?

Toothless grunts, yes. Hiccup jumps from the saddle and dives headfirst to the ground. Toothless pulls in his wings and follows beside him.
While falling, they exchange a glance. Toothless paws at Hiccup, spinning him around in the air. They close their eyes and let the wind rush past.

Smiling, Hiccup brings his dragon closer. He and Toothless were closer, that much was obvious.

HICCUP (V.O.)
Turns out that was the best Snoggletog ever. That year, I gave my best friend a pretty great gift.

"Oh yes, great gift," Gobber said, "That's why he tore it apart."

Somehow, Hiccup thought that to be a whole gift all by itself.

Hiccup grabs hold of Toothless's saddle, and clicks the pedal. Toothless's wings extend, and he pulls up just in time. His wings slice snow off the top of two trees on the ground.
Toothless roars with excitement.

"Yeah!" Hiccup cheers, feeling what he thought was only a hundredth of the rush he must've been feeling in the movie. Berk cheers along.

"How does Hiccup always come up with the best winter games?" Bucket asked himself, clapping.

HICCUP (V.O.)
He gave me a better one.

'Hel yeah I did,' Toothless roars, licking his rider.

"Toothless!"

FADE TO WHITE

Hiccup continued to stare at the screen, high on destiny.

"That's it?" Snotlout asks, bored.

"Yes. Now let us leave, Clara," Zero said, voice low and threatening. Hiccup scowled but didn't speak. He really didn't like Zero.

"But Zero! We just have to-"

"No. They are going back and you are coming with me. The Piru Council will be furious and we'll both get in trouble."

"I don't want to!"

"Too bad," Zero responded.

In an instant, Hiccup was out. The last thing he heard was a cry for "Zero!"

Hiccup woke up. He was in his bed. Hadn't he been on his desk last night?

Outside, the sun was lowering.

Meaning it was sometime around three o'clock.

Three!?

Hiccup jumped off his bed, glad as ever to sleep with his boots on. He raced outside, intent on reaching Gobber's only to find the smithie empty and closed. Around him, Vikings of Berk were only just waking up.

Had they all woken up late?

(End the expositional flashback; start boring yet mandatory expositional precedent to story. Skip to second chapter if birthday cake doesn't interest you.)

A few months would pass before the villagers could understand what could have possibly made them all "sleep in" that day. It came in the form of a birthday cake.

It was left in the care of the teenagers of Berk (for some odd reason) while Bucket went to tell Stoick the "good news."

They weren't quite sure it was a birthday cake, nor that it was anyone's birthday at all. They only knew that it was a big cake and it could either be poisoned or delicious.

It's an occupational hazard, thought Snotlout, inching his way toward the gigantic and colorful cake. It looked too good. Frankly, death by cake was sounding like a great way to go at the moment.

He raised a finger toward the icing, licking his lips in anticipation.

Before he could touch it, a force pulled him backward, and he fell on his behind.

"What the- Hookfang!" he complained loudly, knowing the culprit despite his helmet covering his eyes. "You always do this!"

Though one would usually agree that the dragon was a little tough on his rider, Hiccup simply stared at Snotlout with eyes that said, "You're kidding me, right?"

"Snotlout," Astrid spoke aloud, directing a similar stare at him, "Hookfang might've just saved your life. We've been avoiding contact with this cake for a reason."

Fishlegs raised his hand to answer an unasked question. "Yeah! It could be poisoned, or it could be made of rocks. Heck, it could actually be a very patient changewing in disguise!"

"I don't think it's quite that, Fishlegs," Hiccup smiled halfheartedly. "However, we don't know who sent it, so we can't know if it's dangerous or not."

It looked very glamorous for a cake that Bucket had found by the rocky shores of Berk. Not a speck of dirt had reached it, somehow, and the frigid weather kept it looking steadily delicious.

"You just want first dibs," Snotlout jeered, raising his helmet to glare at Hiccup. Hiccup's stare returned full force.

"I don't know," Tuffnut joined the conversation with a suspicious white streak on the corner of his mouth, "it's doesn't taste like poison."

"And he should know," Ruffnut poked her head out from behind him. Crumbs fell out of her mouth as she spoke.

"Tuffnut, Ruffnut!" Hiccup exclaimed, raising his hands in a motion that could have meant he either wanted to help or strangle the twins. "I clearly told you not to touch the cake!"

"Don't look at us," Ruffnut averted her eyes offendedly and pointed at their Zippleback. "Barf and Belch started it." The dragon's faces were conspicuously covered in cake.

The urge to strangle was winning.

"Are you kidding me? If your dragon jumped off a cliff would you-" Hiccup thought better of the statement and decided to drop the thought before anyone could make fun of him. "Whatever. Are you guys feeling ill?"

"A little, but it could just be the mysterious goo Ruff found under her bed and made me eat this morning."

"I feel fine," Ruffnut added. Behind her, Barf and Belch nodded at each other with kindred enthusiasm.

"So, the cake is fine," Snotlout claimed, jumping to his feet and toward the treat.

"We should still wait for the chief," Astrid told him with crossed arms, but he was already smashing his face in. She glanced at his dragon, but Hookfang was lying in a corner of the training area, looking at Snotlout with total indifference. He'd tried. Astrid couldn't blame him.

"Well," Fishlegs inched his way toward the cake shyly, "it does look like it's safe to touch." He looked to Meatlug for her silent encouragement, which she gave wholeheartedly. Immediately he began to dig in as well.

Hiccup's hand was covering his face, simultaneously disassociating him from the other teenagers of Berk and hiding a small smile.

Astrid made her way to his side, glancing at him smugly. Hiccup could have a lot of feelings about the teenagers, most of which bordered on frustration and amusement.

He was also a teenager, just like them.

He gave up hiding his face and showed her a simper. "If you can't beat 'em," he started, taking a step forward. Behind him, Toothless gave a huff of despair at human antics.

Astrid wasn't taking any chances. If all her friends suddenly got paralyzed, they needed at least one person to head to the village for help. Her arms remained crossed, her stare remained on the teens.

"Though that cake does look pretty good," she said quietly. Stormfly nudged her forward. "No, I refuse." She had to stay strong. If not for duty, then for dignity.

She watched almost (almost!) jealously as Hiccup took a final step toward the cake and raised a hand to scrape some of the frosting. He made contact and almost managed to bring his finger to his lips when…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Oh no, what happens next? Just more boring expositional precedent and some Clara getting guilty because she doesn't want to show Stoick, his son, his best friend, and his wife a certain scene.

Jesus, how am I going to do that scene?

Then the basic kidnapping and forcing Vikings and dragons to watch a movie.