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The Forgotten Heir

A pair of hardened blue warrior eyes gazed around the small arena, analyzing, observing, and planning; its owner, scanning her surroundings, her heart beating loudly, while her thoughts raced one mile per minute.

She was in a very deadly situation.

On her right side, her two palms were sweating, as they were gripping tightly, on to the handle of her battle axe. Small beads of sweat rolled over her cheek as she turned and looked to her right and to her left, but no luck.

The young girl was trapped, in a mist of green gas.

'This shouldn't be happening to me!' The girl frantically thought to herself as she tried to locate the source of the green gas, but she couldn't. She could barely see more than two steps ahead of her. She had lost the bucket of water she had on her earlier, and managed to find an axe laying on the arena floor.

Today, a man named Gobber had unleashed the Zippleback, a very dangerous monster with a pair of twin heads, each with a unique ability of their own, which when combined could be very deadly to those that are within the abilities explosive: exhaling noxious gas and lighting up fiery sparks…

'A Zippleback…' She thought. 'Why did it have to be the Zippleback, Gobber?'

Her name was Astrid. She was a Viking warrior in training. She was prideful, strong, brave, and didn't look too unpleasant in the eyes… she, Astrid, was the epitome of a female Viking warrior in training. Her aim was to be one of the best warriors around. It was why despite seeing this as a bothersome task, she was only just getting pumped up!

Like her, Gobber too was a Viking, but where she was a warrior in training, he was already one that was fully trained and ready to go to war should the chief demand it, but where most others were warriors, he, Gobber, was a warrior and a Builder; he provides them all with the weapons needed to face their foes.

He was also in charge of manning the forge, and teaching the next generation of Vikings, how to kill dragons; Stoick, Berks leader and Chief of the Hairy Hooligans, had put him in charge as the builder Viking and teacher was recognized as his best friend, second in command, and his most trusted advisor.

In appearance though, Gobber was a blond haired man with a wooden leg, and an ever-changing prosthetic hand. He also had a mustache and that weird facial hair that Vikings (the male kind) seemed to grow along; all in all, he had everything that made a Viking a Viking from their heavy size to their annoying stubbornness, and weird facial hair.

He was observing her and the rest of the students fighting in the arena from a safe spot. That fat piece of dragon shit.

"Always remember lassies, the Zippleback is extra tricky: one of the heads breathe gas, the other lights it." He reminded in a loud voice, from the top of the arena.

From inside the arena, Astrid glared heatedly at Gobber, while quietly stalking along the arena walls. Had she been careful and more observant, she could have watched her step, and then she could have avoided stumbling on the ground.

Unfortunately she wasn't, and thus she fell face first on the ground. "Oof!" She grunted, before she got up and winced as she held her hurting leg after placing her axe beside her; then as she reached for her axe, her eyes were lucky enough to spot a much welcomed equipment.

'A shield!'

She quickly picked it up, and placed it in front of her to protect her body from harm, but she also had left enough space to see her target over it.

Gobber, however, picked up something from the corner of his eyes, and quickly, he moved away from his position. "I'll be back, I got… A hel - I got to take a leak!" He hurriedly corrected, as he rushed to do his business.

"Wait aren't you going to stay here? You know, to protect us if anything goes wrong!?" Fishlegs shouted, looking around nervously as the gas creeped around him.

"Ye' can handle it!" Gobber yelled, as his form faded further and further away.

Fishlegs sighed pitifully. "Well, we're on our own." He murmured to anyone who happened to hear him, unfortunately it was Snotlout.

"Bah!" Snotlout exclaimed, with an air of superiority around him, "I can handle this easy!" He bragged, quite loudly, and while he bragged, he had failed to notice the green gas that began to surround him.

"Um… Snotlout?"

"What!?"

From the gassy mist, a pair of twin reptilian heads slowly revealed themselves, as Snotlout had asked that dumb question, one of the mouths of the two heads was open and from what it looked like, to a third person party, it is what responsible for exhaling the gas, surrounding most of the arena, and next to it the twin brother head slowly opened its mouth, and it breathed out sparks…

"Look out!"

…however, but before it could ignite its gas, Hiccup tackled the arrogant boy down, just in time too, as at the moment he did, a loud explosion rocketed behind them both.

BOOM!

Once the noise had died down and everything was clear, Hiccup looked at his cousin, smiling nervously while expecting some form of gratitude, however, instead of doing just that, Snotlout glared back at him.

"Get of me!" Snotlout shouted, roughly shoving him off. "I. Don't. Need. Help. From. You." He snarled.

"Geeze, you didn't have to spit in my face." Hiccup said with a disgusted look, wiping the spit off of him. 'And at least, simple thank you would be nice.' He thought quietly to himself.

Snotlout snorted, "Why would I thank a loser like you? I had everything under control. Unlike you, a real Viking is always in control." He gloated, as he grabbed an axe and headed inside the green gas again – with intent of proving his worth by killing the dragon.

Despite the ringing he could hear in his ear, he still manage to pick up the question asked by a timid voice. "Are you okay?"

Hiccup smiled somberly. He didn't need to know who asked that question, because he was quite familiar with its owner, after all the two of them were very good friends. They had a lot of things in common, from their being picked up on, all the way to their logically sound mind… though he was a bit disappointed when Snotlout decided to make him the sole target of the bullying.

He shook his head. "Yeah, I'm alright, but now I have to make sure that idiot doesn't hurt the dragon." He murmured softly, almost inaudible, making sure his words wouldn't get him hurt.

It was bad enough being him, but if people heard he was talking about protecting dragons, the things they hunt for thrills, well he didn't want to think about what would happen afterwards should that particular image come to pass – he thought with a shudder – one of the few kinder things would be him being tied up to the mast of one of their ships and abandoning him in the middle of the sea somewhere for any kind of prey to feast on him if he didn't get loose… again he shuddered.

Leaving a worried Fishlegs behind, Hiccup ran after the idiot Snotlout, following the path he remembered the arrogant fool taking; when he did catch up with Snotlout, he stopped his run and frowned as his eyes spotted Snotlout puffing out his chest flamboyantly while showing off his bulging muscles to Astrid Hofferson – Hiccup's secret crush despite knowing the pure fact that he, Hiccup didn't very well have a chance with her – despite not showing it on his face, at that particular moment, he felt jealous of Snotlout because he's who stood more of a chance at winning Astrid's heart.

'She'd never go for someone so spineless compared to… that.' Hiccup thought quietly to himself albeit disdainfully, while he heard Snotlout's brag.

"Why settle for those puny sticks when you can settle for this unbeatable jaws of steel?" He said to Astrid, flexing his biceps over and over as he did. "Go on, feel 'em, I won't mind." He smirked while wiggling his eyebrows cockily and stupidly.

Astrid had an annoyed look on her face, courtesy of Snotlout. She couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to leave her alone like she wanted, and now of all times wasn't the right time for him to be doing this – no, she'd not accept this from him anytime either!

"Snotlout, enough!" She snapped.

Snotlout didn't falter. He pushed through with his attempts with a pathetic look that was supposed to make him look appealing to the opposite sex. "Common babe, no need to be shy about it."

Astrid smacked him across the face.

From his point of view, Hiccup always wondered if the way Snotlout was acting was the result of the famous Viking stubbornness, or the result of him being dropped one to many times as a small child. He leaned towards the later though… his cousin was more stupid than stubborn.

He saw as Astrid was about to say something, before water was suddenly dumped on her head from a bucket, wetting her completely.

"Sorry." two voices apologized in unison. "We thought you were the dragon."

Astrid couldn't help but give out a frustrated growl. 'I'm surrounded by idiots!' She fumed silently, clenching the handle of her axe tightly. 'But at least they're not all that useless on a battlefield… on like some people.' Her eyes shifted to a suddenly nervous Hiccup as thought that.

"Ah, love in the battlefield~" Ruffnut, the female of the two voices, said in a knowing tone, as she nudged the person beside her, her twin brother, with giggle, when she looked at Astrid's enraged face; this 'love' was obvious to everyone on the island, those with brains at least, which of course excluded the Jorgenson clan, and before Snotlout's 'flirting' could continue – well according to him, that was flirting – the two twin heads of the Zippleback had slowly creeped out of the thick green gas that had surrounded the arena.

The right head released the gas towards the teens causing them to jump back. Astrid gripped her axe and shield tightly, and readied herself to pounce of the reptile while Snotlout tried to act all brave, but he ended up hiding behind Astrid for cover.

'Oh you're so brave Snotlout.' Hiccup snorted in thought. 'I'd seen a lot of five year olds that are far braver than you are.' He did hide like Snotlout though, but instead of it being one of fear, his was of strategic thinking. He needed to come up with a plan to take out both dragons without hurting them. 'Can't say it's the other way around.'

The idiot twins, meanwhile, both threw their empty buckets at one of the twin reptilian heads of the Zippleback, thus angering it in the process… this one was the one which controlled the sparks.

BOOM!

The twins flew back from the explosive blast, their bodies tumbling on the ground minutes later before their backs finally crashed painfully on the wall of the arena; poor Fishlegs wasn't able to see their body flying towards him and he too was knocked out, along with the twins.

Astrid, Snotlout and Hiccup were the only ones left standing.

Astrid and Snotlout got up, singed with the tips of their hairs still lit on fire. They had most of their bodies covered in black dust that resulted from the explosion, while during said explosion, Astrid had lost both her axe, that had been blasted god knows where, and her shield: which was now in pieces; that piece of wood had taken most of the damage for her, and she had taken most of the damage for Snotlout.

Astrid gulped, as she looked at the Zippleback, her legs shaking ever so slightly, knowing that Gobber wasn't here to put a stop to this and as for Snotlout, he was was the worse of the both, he was pale, paler than usual, and was shaking like a leaf; had this been any other time, Hiccup would have laughed in glee at his cousin's 'bravery'.

Sadly, now wasn't the time for that Hiccup thought while he was shaking himself out of his amusement, before he then leaped into action, using one of the many tricks he had learned while studying Toothless – the night fury he had shot down a few months back – as he grabbed one of the heads, scratched it under its chin, and rub some dragon nip on it nostrils, taking it down.

Astrid and Snotlout looked on at the runt of the village with their mouth slightly ajar: they had been saved by him… they knew he had improved; but to take down the Zippleback alone, unlike any other Viking had, they couldn't believe it!

Emotions of disbelief, however, immediately had changed to that of rage, once Astrid Hofferson finally realised just who it was that stole her thunder, and she glared at said culprit in question.

'Hiccup!' She fumed in silent thought, as her face soon started to turn a nice shade of red, and her glare intensified making Hiccup uncomfortably squirm, however, before she was able to get word out, Gobber came down running with his pants being held up by his hands.

"What happened?" Gobber asked Hiccup, noticing that three were out, and two were slightly cooked; surprisingly, Hiccup didn't have a hair out of place.

Hiccup scratched the back of his head and sputtered, "Well… you know." He looked down at the ground, nervously avoiding Astrid's gaze. "Just a little bit of this and that and are we done here? Good! I'll see you all tomorrow!"

Gobber looked on as Hiccup ran out of the arena. He sometimes wonder why the lad acted the way he did, but now wasn't the time to think about that. "Alright you two lassie's, help me get this three to the healer, you all look like you all look like you fought Hel's hell hounds." He commented, tying his pants; he watched with a smile on his bearded face as Astrid and Snotlout quietly did as he requested.

-The Cove-

Hiccup finally arrived his destination and spotted just what or whom he was looking for. "Hey bud..." He greeted, and what was in his sights was what appeared to be an impressive looking dragon who – while he stood on his four legs, reaching up to his hips – had a pair of bat-like wings and a long tail; to any Viking, well to any person really, getting near a highly dangerous animal like a dragon would be consider suicidal, but to Hiccup, it was just another day.

A few weeks ago, Hiccup had been out here looking for something. It was something that one had no idea what it look like and didn't know where it was. He just knew that finding it would certainly cause the whole Tribe to recognize him and hopefully treat with respect. He so desperately wanted to be known for something that was worth something. He wanted to make his father proud and have everyone recognize him and respect him.

A few weeks ago there had been another Dragon attack. He'd manage to sneak away from his duty of manding the forge and taken out his latest invention. He'd created a crossbow of sorts. It was a spring loaded crossbow that threw a net at high speed. Hiccup had created it for the sole purpose of capturing a Night fury.

Of course, the machine had malfunctioned and created a bigger mess causing most of the dragons that had been captured to escape with a good portion of the food they had. After that, Hiccup had been on the receiving end of hateful glares and vindictive murmurs from the tribe.

In hopes of proving them wrong Hiccup had set out to find the Night Fury. To his surprise, he had found it. He'd been excited and was about to strike the final blow ending his life, but he made the mistake of looking into its eyes, and he saw something he was very familiar with. Hiccup saw himself in his eyes.

He decided to spare the Night fury.

Days later he returned to see what was keeping him stranded,and to his surprise, his tail fin had been destroyed. Guilty Hiccup made him a new tail, and one thing led to another and he began to befriend him and finally train him; now he wanted nothing more than to spend time with him everyday escape the villagers hateful glares.

It was ironic. That a dragon their enemy was Hiccup's best friend, and the only thing that made living on the Island bearable. In all his years in Berk, he had never been happier than when spending time with the Night Fury.

Hiccup wanted to fly, to soar through the sky with the Night Fury - which he wisely named Toothless, due to his lack of teeth when not eating - the feeling of flying was indescribable. It gave him a brand new outlook on life: the thrill of flying and the freedom it offers.

Hiccup had also learned several things from Toothless, which was the reason he had begun to do better in the arena. Using dragon nip, a sweet spot under their neck, and eel's that they seem to hate for some reason. It had caused the village to recognize him as a talentful Viking that had a way with beasts.

"...I finally completed it." Hiccup told the dragon cheerfully. He was only truly happy when in front of Toothless. He had been excited to come here today. He had finally completed the tail fin and the mechanism that would allow him to control the tail fin with his feet while in flight.

"Here let me put this on." Hiccup said, moving towards the night fury's tail, and began connecting the whole mechanism to the saddle.

Toothless looked at him with his head tilted, and wagged his tail making it difficult for the boy to put it on, "Common, Stop moving!" Hiccup said, struggling to put on the tail fin as Toothless's tail moved continuously, before he exclaimed, "There!"

He stood over the dragon's tail admiring his work. It had taken countless nights at the Forge, and many more forging it in secret. He really couldn't have people asking why he was doing what he was doing.

"Want to go for a ride?" Hiccup asked the dragon gleefully.

The dragon enthusiastically nodded, and let Hiccup put on the leather saddle.

"Ready?" Hiccup asked, but the only answer he received was the dragon flying up into the sky at blinding speed.

The night fury truly lived up to its name: for its precise accuracy, and it's blinding speed.

Later

Hiccup grinned like a loon as he walked towards his house, as he was still running on the high he received from the rush of flying with Toothless. This particular phenomenon is what caused all of those who saw him pass by to look at him with strange or confused expressions on each of their faces, as they were not used to seeing him that happy, and had Hiccup been more attentive though, he surely would have noticed on time that the usual scathing look that were usually sent his way were replaced by anger.

It obviously didn't bode well for the boy as he walked to his home; he heard several people talking inside.

'Okay… that's… strange.' Hiccup thought as usually, his home didn't receive this many visitors, so he wondered who it was that showed up, then deciding that he didn't want to be noticed, he walked around his house and climbed a nearby tree since one of the stray branches lead to a the window of his room.

He sighed softly as he laid on his bed and slowly began to close his eyes. He honestly wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but it seemed that lady fate had other plans when he heard Snotlout's annoying voice coming from the room downstairs. He got up from his bed with a frustrated sigh; quietly he walked towards the noises, and instead of barging in, he simply placed his ears on the wooden door and quietly listened to the conversation on the other side.

The other side of the door.

"Stoic, your boy has gone too far this time." Snotlout's father bellowed in rage, and yes for those of you that were wondering, he was just as stupid and arrogant as his son, most would wonder how he was able to reproduce because of this mere fact…

"*sigh* What did Hiccup do now?"

Stoick, Hiccup's father, was the one that asked that question, and like the man before him he was a Viking, but not just any Viking, he was the chief of this Viking village of Berk, which meant he of course was one of the strongest… and he knew that unlike him, Hiccup well… he wasn't really a Viking for three reasons: he was too weak to lift an axe and hold up a shield, he was smaller than the rest of his peers, and finally, he was an all-around disappointment to his family name, more specifically, Haddock name.

"Today, Gobber put the kids against the Zippleback, and there was an incident where they were all injured except your boy!" Spitelout accused.

"So?" Stoick replied, confused as to where this was going.

"So!? They were busy protecting that useless boy of yours!" Spitelout shouted, "Snotlout here tells me that he and Astrid were busy protecting him from the dragon after the rest were knocked out!" He spat.

Outside

'What!?' Hiccup shouted in his mind, his whole body recoiling from the door as if he had just been burned. His mind went through different scenario. The one he preferred the most, but was the least likely was the dream scenario. He hoped, no he prayed that this was all a dream. That this was not real, and if it was. He hoped his father would not believe it.

Steeling his nerves he placed his ear on the door and continue to listen.

Behind the door

"He is not good at anything, his putting the life of everyone in that ring in danger!"

Stoick sighed, before he turned to Astrid and asked, "Is this true Astrid?"

"Yes…"

That single word that rang clear in his mind over and over like an echo. One simple word that changed Hiccup life forever; the wounded pride of a foolish girl would lead the brown haired boy in the adventure of a lifetime.

Outside the room

Hiccup wasn't blind to her flaws; he knew very well what her most prominent flaws were. Her pride, and stubbornness came to mind. While her drive to be the best was admirable to everyone in Berk, it was also what made her blind to her surroundings leading her to become a one track mind.

"I guess you're right, I'll pull him out, it's about time I announce the change in Heir. Hiccup is just not… well Viking enough for it. I think Snotlout might be best." Stoick's voice said with a sigh.

Had Hiccup been in the room he would have seen the gleeful look on Snotlout thinking of many ways to rub it in Hiccups face while Astrid looked wide-eyed; she didn't expect this to happen. Her bruised ego had literally destroyed someone's life, and that would be a mistake she would regret for the rest of her life. The result of changing heirs and Snotlout status as heir would ruin her life forever.

Hiccup pushed himself from the door with tear glistening his eyes, he turned around and began packing everything in sight. He grabbed a leather bag, some charcoal, parchment, a set of small knives, and other material he had around.

The shuffling was heard by everyone on the other side of the door, and realized the implication… Hiccup had been listening. Stoic ran towards the room, and was only able to see his son face with tears running down his face, and the look of utter betrayal as he jumped down from the window; Stoic opened his mouth to call his name, but it was too late, by the time he reached the window Hiccup was gone.

-The Cove-

Running through the forest with a bag full of clothes and some food, Hiccup headed to where Toothless was. There was no point in living with them anymore. There was no point in being a Viking. They were all idiots that didn't value anything besides muscle. They were all bigots that shun anything that was different anything that didn't fit into their perfect Viking world.

Reaching the cove, Hiccup grabbed the saddle which he had left here for easy access. He couldn't be seen carrying it everywhere. It would have drawn suspicions.

Toothless woke up to see Hiccup putting the saddle on his back.

"Let's go Toothless, we're never setting foot on this place ever again." Hiccup said before they took off into the night.

-Following day-

Stoick gathered the tribe in the Meade Hall.

"Attention everyone," Stoick addresses the tribe, calling for everyone's attention. "Attention!" He shouted silencing everyone. He was standing in front of the whole tribe with Snotlout, and Spitelout.

Everyone wondered why they were all being called. They had all heard what had happened yesterday (courtesy of Snotlout) and they all thought that Snotlout was getting some sort of reward for saving Hiccup.

"I have come a decision. As of yesterday Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III will no longer be the Heir. After thinking for several days, I have elected Snotlout as our future leader." Stoic announced.

Soon everyone began to clap and they all moved in to congratulate Snotlout and Spitelout shaking their hands and patting them on the back. It seemed that almost everyone on Berk agreed with the news.

The only ones that did not agree were Gothi the village elder who shook her head in disappointment, and Gobber.

Astrid looked on with guilt. This was her fault. Sure she hadn't been the one to come up with the plan, but she had been the one to nail the final nail in the coffin. She had the chance to do the right thing when Stoick had asked her. She still had no idea why she had done so.

After everyone cleared out of the Hall Stoic was confronted by an enraged Gobber. It resulted with several insults being traded until Stoic did something he would regret for the rest of his life.

He pulled rank on Gobber his long-time friend since childhood.

After their spat, Gobber walked away leaving Stoic alone in the Hall, but not before getting the last word, "You've seem to have forgotten something Chief. There is brilliance on, and off the battlefield. Had you taken the time to know him you would have known what a brilliant lad he is. I doubt there will be another Viking like him."

And with that he left to look for Hiccup. There was no way he could have left the Island. He probably was in the forest somewhere.

Gothi appeared in front of Stoic.

"Not you too Gothi. Can't you see I did the right thing? He could have never been able to lead us." Stoic defended, but his tone was starting to sound like one of defeat.

Gothi simply looked at him, and opened her mouth to speak surprising him.

"I told you when he was born that he was no Viking, and I remember telling you that he was destiny for something greater than a Viking. He was special, yes, but he was not born to be a Viking. I hope this decision does not come to haunt you or this village later Stoic." Gothi said.

Stoick watched as the elder walked away. He was suddenly beginning to wonder if he made the right decision. He knew that if she was here, she would be very upset with him at his choice maybe Gobber was right… he should have gotten to know his son better than he did.

"Why are they all making a fuss about this? I made the right decision; they'll see and thank me for it." Stoick said, trying to reassure himself, but what he didn't know at the moment, was that the words of Gothi rang true. Hiccup was not meant to be a Viking; but something greater. It's a shame that because of a girls pride and a father's neglect, Berk wouldn't gain anything from this.

A/N

I just wanted to get this out of the way before you guys begin to ask.

Hiccup age around 14, Elsa is going to be 16 and Merida is 15. There will be changes in the Frozen arc. For example, Elsa will be coronated after her parents died instead of waiting for her 21th birthday. Hiccup was said to be around 16 in HTTYD2 so going by that he should be 14 now. Merida there really wasn't any indication of her age, but if there was there still won't be any changes on her age.

Now, this story will take place in the Barbaric Archipelago meaning the place where all Vikings live. The worlds of HTTYD and Frozen,Brave will be separated. My reasoning for that is that a voyage from any part of the world during this period would be impossible. Adding to the fact that the compass had yet to be created people would have not been able to travel far. Their technology was not that advance to travel long distances over short period of time. Hiccup has a dragon and I assume they have a built in compass like we have internal clocks. That and they are much faster than any ship currently available.

Now there were some of you that have PM me about adding the elements of my original story. For those that don't know about it I this will be my third re-write. My original had a much more dark theme to it. The story is still the same. For those that read the original, all of that will be included into this one, but it will makes its way into the story later on.

Well, I hope you enjoy the first Edited chapter. I am writing the other two and I can't promised fast updates. I have begun college and my Beta has his own stories to write and a life to live. But I will try my best to get em' out fast.

Mystery Joker Out.