This is Berk, it's a 5 days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death, its located solidly on the meridian of misery. This village, in a word sturdy, it's been here for quite some generations yet every single building is new, They have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem is the nest. See most places have ants in their fields or wolves to worry about, but they have dragons.

Most people would leave, not them, they're Vikings, they have stubbornness issues. My name's Hiccup, I know, great name. But it's not the worst, my buddy here is Toothless, while he clearly has some.

I was flying far above the village. From there I was able to oversee everything. Then I saw a wooden cart flying thru the air, and hitting a Nadder. As we tracked the source of the throw we found a bit, strong and mostly intimidating Viking by the name of Stoick the Vast, he's the chief of their tribe. Some say that when he was a baby he popped a dragons head clear of his shoulders. Do I believe it, no I don't.

I flew towards the mountain in which they had build their 'Great Hall' On top of the statues we could overlook the entire village. There was already another dragon there to meet me.

"How nice of you to join the party, I thought you'd been captured." He asked as I landed besides him. "What, me? No, come on I'm way to powerful for their taste, they wouldn't know what to do with all this" I said. "Well, they need someone to train their hatchlings don't they?" he replied.

The Night fury with green eyes and black scales beside me is Toothless, he's been my friend ever since I was a little, well littler.

As we watched the battle from our vantage point a nadder quickly came up to us. "They are on their catapults!" He screeched. I looked over to Toothless, who nodded. We quickly took of to the height we would need for our attack, we practiced it a couple of times, Toothless would start lower and hit the catapult. I would start higher with more time and altitude to charge my shot and hit the structure that housed the weapon.

We looked down at our target and noticed that a Nightmare has set himself ablaze. "There's your cue!" I shouted to Toothless. He dove down, exchanging altitude for speed and firepower, as he dove the wind that was not fuelling the fireball he was building passed his head and started making a whistling noise. On the ground you could see the Viking Stopping everything and hitting the ground. That's the effect a Night Fury has on them.

As soon as I saw the catapult explode I started my dive. As I cut through the skies I let the air fuel my shot. The same whistling noise was created by my own speed and I could hear the viking screams of "Night Fury!" And "Get down!". This may sound horrible but we love it, knowing that you, and you only make that kind of an impression on those stubborn, reckless and shortsighted fools was amazing.

I saw the structure below me get closer and closer. 'Three, two , one' I thought to myself as I released the fireball at the last possible moment. As I quickly straighten myself out I can hear the tower falling apart behind me. "One down, one to go." I say to myself. "You think you can take the next one on your own?" Toothless asks as he comes next to me. "Yea sure, it's not even being used." "Good, I'll do something about those pesky torches they keep putting up."

After Hiccup reached the altitude he needed for destroying the last catapult, he took a glance around the village. Everywhere he looked people were running around, some were putting out fires while others tried desperately to save some sheep. He went into his dive with as goal the unmanned catapult. It really was a simple piece of machinery. He was quickly snapped out of his gaze after the whistling sound of his dive began to build up, shot his fireball and smoothly pulled up. After circling the village he saw Toothless dealing with the torches, his tactic was ingenious, he went up high first and after each torch he used his speed to quickly climb again.

Slowly but surely all the dragons started to leave. Some even thanking the Furies for their help. Toothless and Hiccup bid them farewell and a good journey home. After that, they went back to their homes.

"What's the damage?" A towering man asked a young blonde shield maiden. "We lost 3 pens of sheep, 2 pens of yak, and 4 months of fish." The blonde replied. The chief had a stern expression on his face "At this rate, we won't make it thru the winter." "Astrid, go find Bucket and Mulch, tell them that we need a new catch and quick." "Yes Chief." Astrid replied as she hurried of to the docks.

Stoick looked at the sky, he had a big problem, winter was almost there and he had an entire village to feed. His live wasn't the easiest of lives. He had a village to run, people to defend and the dragons didn't make that any easier. He also had to find a new heir. His son should be the next chief, as it was his birthright. But his son was taken by a dragon at young age, and his mother too. Stoick still had strong believe that they weren't dead, but as the years past, the chances of them being alive became slim.

What he wouldn't give to see his wife again. To sing their song with her, to hold her while watching their son grow up.

Their son.

His little Hiccup.