The story will contain spoilers of the second movie. Also I am sorry for possible grammar and spelling mistakes, English isn't my mother language also I have dyslexia. I read the story several times myself, to get rid of mistakes, but I am sure I missed a few. If you want to be a beta reader, please let me know. Or if you find a mistake you can also let me know, so I can fix it.

Later on it might contain lemon scenes (at least I am planning on them) so hereby you're warned.

Enjoy reading!

Prologue; the good for nothing's goodbye

I had always known I was the biggest disappointment to my father. Okay, maybe not always, but I had known since I got ten years old. When it became apparent I was unable to lift a hammer on an axe. When, whenever I would even try to his something with a knife, I would be completely off target. When there was this big lack of muscle even when I helped out in the forge so much.

I was sure about being his biggest disappointment, even when he hadn't said those words exactly, he would however tell me otherwise. There was his sighing whenever he looked at me. His shouting whenever I did something that wasn't to his liking. His way of picking me up like I was still seven, look at me annoyed and asking why I was outside whenever there was a raid.

Whenever I tried to say something, he would just ignore my words, talk through them. So it was no surprise really that we started to talk less and less over the years and the only reason I felt like his son was because we lived under the same roof.

I was Hiccup the useless. The good for nothing. No, I was good for being the laughing stock whenever I messed up again. Everyone on Berk knew this and made sure I knew as well. I was the bringer of disaster, bad luck. I often found people whispering that they should have gotten rid of me years ago. The reason that hadn't happened was my heritage. I was the son of the chief and heir to one day become the next chief. And, while I was a disaster, no-one was crazy enough to actually ship me off to island.

It annoyed me how people were treating me, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Trying to change myself, trying to fit in and be like the rest had utterly failed. In fact it often seemed to me my father didn't want me to try, because I would break… things in the process.

Although, he did put me in dragon training. One would think that was the stupidest idea, since that would increase me breaking… things. In the beginning of said training I was downright terrible. I was almost shot by a gronckle, hadn't Gobber saved me just in time. Then I got to meet Toothless and I learned amazing things about dragons. Things we never knew. They weren't fearsome at all. They intelligent, playful and very loyal creatures.

With every new discovery I made, I started to feel less useless. I came to understand I didn't need a hammer or a sword to knock these creatures down. All I needed was my hands or sometimes an everyday item. And it was that I used during dragon training. An eel, light reflected from a shield, hands and even something as simple as grass.

That last one I tested on some wild terrible terrors if it really had the same effect as it had on Toothless. It knocked them down in seconds. So I had taken it to the next dragon training, the first one my dad would see. Little did I know at that moment that it was going to end up in another disaster.

I'm still not entirely sure how it all happened. It started out just fine. It was me against Astrid. She had given me an annoyed look, threatened me with her axe not to do something stupid and she was going to win this match. All I had on my mind was trying to show people what dragons were really like. Shortly after the gronckle from the first lesson had entered the arena, I had pulled out the grass, not even bothering with the small knife I was carrying as well. The shield I also left on the ground as I had approached the dragon. What I hadn't calculated was Astrid determination to win this. She had charged at it, yelling on top of her lungs. The gronckle that had been going my way, had suddenly changed direction and hit Astrid, causing her to sit on top of its head. Without sight the dragon had started spinning around, flying fast in attempt to knock her off. It had knocked me over, causing the grass to fall out of my hand. As I quickly had gotten back to my feet, Astrid had been thrown off and knocked against the wall. Suddenly I had gotten in his focussed and he shot at me. I had managed to jump away in time this time, whilst thinking I had to knock it out by scratching him, but when I had looked up I had seen a door falling down and a monstrous nightmare entering the arena.

While I was being chased by a monster that could set itself aflame, the gronckle had decided to go after Astrid. I had tried thinking of how to get both dragons to calm down, wishing I had brought an eel with me somewhere hidden under my vest, however before I could even form a working plan the zippleback had somehow managed to enter the arena as well. It had been going straight towards Astrid who had lost her axe bow then I saw. Since I was running in that direction already, being chased by hot flames and shots from the gronckle once more, I had decided to do the only thing I could do at that moment. Once close enough to the zippleback, who luckily hadn't noticed me, I had ducked and slipped under its belly. The dragons who had been trailing me had run straight into the zippleback. Hell had broken loose between the dragons as they were snapping at each other. For a moment I had been able to gasp for air. As I was panting I looked over to Astrid who looked rather baffled at what had happened. A part of me blamed her for this madness. If she hadn't gone after the gronckle everything would have been fine. Then again I should have known, she really did want to win this thing.

I had looked over to the dragons, still fighting each other under loud cheering of the Vikings above. Sighing I had gotten back on my feet. If I wasn't going to show now, I would never get another chance. If I was quick enough I was sure I would be able to knock them out. I didn't get any closer than three steps. That is when Gobber was blocking my path. He had told me to stay put and ran towards the fighting dragons together with some other men, including my dad.

I had watched the scene, biting my lip to prevent myself from saying not to hurt them. Then, without warning, I was grabbed firmly by my arm and dragged out of the arena. Of course I was the only one to blame for this mess.

So now I was dragged home, like always, thrown inside, like always, and got that disappointed scowl from my father… like always. I saw him rub his temples and knew I was standing on thin ice.

"And here I was thinking, hoping, what Gobber said was true," he shouted.

I was sure even with the door closed, people would hear it in the village hadn't it been for that fact that everyone came to look at the fight. They were now most likely cleaning up the mess.

"Things just didn't go the way I planned it," I mumbled in a faint attempt to defend myself.

I knew he was going to shout at me nonetheless. I knew whatever I said wouldn't change thoughts that I was the biggest screw up. I really wondered why I was even trying.

"Things never go the way you plan them, Hiccup!" he shouted as he slammed both his hands on the table, causing it to crack loudly.

I remained silent, no longer in the mood to even try to get him to understand. He was impossible to please. Everything always had to be perfect and I didn't fit in that picture.

"I have had enough of this," he raged on, "I don't care what Gobber said about you being able to knock down dragons. All I saw today was a disaster. I'm pulling you out of dragon training. From now on you stay inside when there is a raid. If you so much as stick your head outside, I will personally tie you up to a rock and place you inside. Do you hear me?"

He was looking at the table, who was now bending under his weight. I wondered how long it took to completely break, though he would probably blame me for that too if it happened. He looked up to me since I hadn't responded.

"Do you hear me?" he shouted even louder.

I looked away and gave a slight nod after which he walked back to the door.

"Stay here," he commanded, "I have your mess to clean up. When will you learn, Hiccup?"

I saw him shaking his head whilst sighing disappointed as he closed the door behind him. I stared at the door for a while. Letting out a sigh myself. I didn't exactly care about being pulled out of dragon training. Ever since I met Toothless for the first time I knew I was unable to kill a dragon. I wouldn't even want to with what I know about dragons now. Sure they raided us, but there had to be a reason for that. I just didn't know what yet, maybe I should go find out? I had enough time on my side and there was no way my dad would listen to me if I told him all he had to do was scratch the dragon under its chin to knock them out. Heck, he would just laugh at me… or maybe think I had gone mad and drag me to grandma Gothi. I sighed again. The only person on this forsaken island willing to listen to me was Gobber. Perhaps telling him about what I found out about dragons was a better choice…

If I really were to tell him, it had to wait till the next day. Right now Gobber was most likely helping out at the training arena. I was in no mood of staying inside, so I opened the backdoor and stepped outside. I glanced over to the area where part of the arena was visible. I saw some flames in the air. Some voices echoed around, but I couldn't make out any words. Getting frustrated with the situation I started walking. Soon enough I heard voice again, but this time clearer. I recognized them immediately and duck behind a rock so I wouldn't get noticed. Further ahead were Gobber and my father.

"Enough Gobber. I don't want to hear it."

It was dad. He clearly sounded annoyed and frustrated.

"Yur making a mistake, Stoick. Something went wrong today. Give the boy another chance."

I couldn't help but smile a bit at the comment of Gobber.

"I said enough. I have had it with him. He never listens. He can't fight. He always makes a mess and bring disaster wherever he goes. He truly is the bringer of bad luck and the first thing tomorrow morning is shipping him of to Helheim. He's a flat-out disaster and never will be a Viking. He-"

I didn't hear the rest, they were too far away. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to hear the rest. With a lump in my throat I kept sitting there behind the rock. Unsure of what to do. It seemed like my luck had run out. I was being shipped of. It took some time to let that sink in. My heritage no longer protected me. My father even wanted me gone, though it made me wonder for how long had actually wanted me gone. After all to him I was like he said; bad luck. I didn't want to be shipped of. I had seen it a few times. Vikings who had gone mad or gone against law. It was tradition to either kill them or send them away. Banish them forever. Now this was going to happen to me the next morning… unless…

I jumped to my feet and ran home. Once there, I rushed up the stairs, slipping once cause me to fall down three steps. Grunting a little I got back to my feet and continued my way up. In my room I kneeled down near my bed and grabbed my travel back from underneath. It was dusty, since I hadn't used it in years. Another proof I was a disappointment. I haven't been taken along on any of my dad's travels to the other clans since I was eight.

I dusted the thing of and didn't bother to look if there was anything left in it. I just stuffed it with some of my clothes and some blankets. After that I duck under the bed again to gather my flying gear, which I put in the bag as well.

Flinging it over my shoulder I made my way downstairs where I gathered items like a cup, plate, flask and some food. When I thought I had everything that I needed from the house, I walked to the door and opened it carefully. Peeking through the small opening I made sure no-one was around. To my luck everyone was still at the training arena.

I ran over to the forge where I dropped my back in my own small room in the back. Walking back and forth I gathered rope, some tools that might come in handy, blank paper and my pencils. After putting in that last one I looked up and saw the many drawings I made. I started frowning and tore them of the walls. These stupid inventions, no-one understood them anyway and now I made them unable to even try to understand them. There was no way I would let a dragon be killed by any of these. I gathered the papers and walked back to the main room where a small fire was burning. I threw the paper on it and they were immediately eaten by the flames. After watching it for a while I turned my back to it and walked back to my room in the smithy to grab my travel bag. I hung it over my shoulder again and left the building. Three steps outside I stopped and looked over my shoulder. This place, the forge, was where I had spent most of my time. Gobber had always been nice to me… in his own way. At least he listened…

Sighing I walked back in, dropped the bag on the floor and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil. Quickly I scribbled a short message and hung it on the wall. Gobber would eventually find it.

I put the pencil back in the bag and made my leave.

Walking quite fast I made my way through the forest towards the cove where Toothless looked up surprised to see me at such an hour. It had started to rain in the meantime and I was slightly drenched, but I didn't care.

I kept on telling myself to keep it together. To not start crying, because they weren't worth crying over. My dad wasn't worth crying over. I even started to allow myself to hate the man. Every respect I once had for the man had shattered.

Toothless pushed his snout against my cheek as I was busy attaching the travel bag to my back with a rope so I wouldn't lose it in flight.

"We're leaving, bud," I told him and petted him for a moment, "but this time we're not coming back here. How about you start showing me places I've never been. Just you, me and the rest of the world."

He let out a worried croon and sniffed my bag.

"It's alright Toothless. No-one wants me here anyway."

I swallowed as I climbed onto Toothless his back. He gave me another worried look, but I readied his tail giving him a small smile. The next moment Toothless was up in the air and we left Berk. Far up I looked back at the island which I once called my home. I had known for years people wanted me gone, never had I thought they would get their wish. But here I was. Leaving the island, knowing I would never ever see it again, for I was not planning on ever coming back. I looked in front of me again as I wondered if the wetness on my face was only rain.

Gobber was staring at his best friend's back in disbelieve. He had stopped walking the moment the words 'ship him off' had dropped. Stoick was still raging on about what was wrong with Hiccup and Gobber couldn't believe his ears.

"Ya don't really mean tha… do ya?" he eventually asked when Stoick had noticed Gobber wasn't following him any longer and looked around to see where he was.

Gobber walked up to him.

"You can't exile your own son. He may be a bit different than everyone else, but doesn't mean it's bad. It's no reason to ship him off."

Stoick sighed, "You're right, but what do I do with him?"

Shaking his head he continued his way to the dragon arena. Gobber followed him, feeling a bit relieved, but was entirely convinced. Once Stoick had gotten a thought in his mind, it was hard to convince him otherwise. Even if right now it seemed he wasn't going to carry it out.

"For starters, give the boy a chance. And I that include not stopping him in the middle of whatever he does like you always do."

"I'll think about it," Stoick grumbled.

Gobber knew it wouldn't be wise to continue right now.

Once the two were back at the arena, part was already being cleaned. Dragons were constantly hit unconscious when they woke up and fires were put out with dirt or water. Broken material was being gathered on a pile as new doors were being made out of new material and pieces of the broken that were reusable. Stoick let out a frustrated sigh as he walked around assessing the mess.

"Tell me one good reason, Gobber. One reason to put him back in dragon training."

Gobber sighed once again, how often did he have to tell Stoick something just went wrong he wondered? Just when he wanted to open his mouth it was someone else who spoke before him.

"Hiccup is no longer coming to dragon training?"

The two adults looked around and found Astrid, carrying a big piece of wood. She looked surprised and waited for Stoick to reply.

"Well there goes my competition," Astrid sighed.

At that moment Snotlout passed her with Tuffnut, both carrying one big and heavy beam.

"You can always compete against me," Snotlout grinned at her.

Astrid rolled her eyes and carried on with bringing the wood she was holding to the pile of scrap material.

"Like that would be any competition."

Ruffnut, dropping some iron on the pile, grinned at Astrid.

"I thought you hated the fact Hiccup was better than you."

Astrid threw the wood straight at Ruffnut who fell down as she caught it.

"He is not better than me," Astrid gritted as she glared at her friend.

Ruffnut laughed and pushed the wood from her.

"Ya right, need I to remind you he scared away a Zippleback, chased a Terrible Terror back to its cage and knocked down a deadly nadder… okay so you knocked that one down too, Hiccup did more."

Stoick was watching the two bickering girls with surprise. He would never have thought that Astrid would think of Hiccup as proper competition. He also never expected his son to scare away a Zippleback as Ruffnut had said.

"See, even Astrid thinks he was good," Gobber commented and went to help the other Vikings.

Gobber knew all too well that Stoick saw Astrid as a Viking with great potential. He had always thought she would eventually be on top at dragon training class.

In the meantime, Tuffnut had decided to join the two fighting girls.

"I really think that Hiccup would have easily knocked down that gronckle hadn't it been for miss jealous here to jump on that dragon's back," he grinned just asking for a hit, which he got too.

Astrid chased the boy in furry and Ruffnut just laughed as she watched her brother being pummelled by a girl.

Stoick walked over to the two and pulled them apart.

"Enough of this. I'll let Hiccup join training again, but there won't be any dragon training until this mess is cleaned up."

He pointed to the arena that they had to continue gathering scrap material. The two teenagers glared at each other before walking off. Stoick wondered if it really was such a good idea to put Hiccup back in dragon training.

I was pushed forward by mom who insisted that I go to bed. Of course I had objected that I still could help out, but it didn't help. Not that I was very annoyed about that, since I was tired of carrying things around. Thank you, Hiccup, for creating such a mess once again. Why was it that he never had to help out when he messed up? Wait, probably because he would make it worse.

"Astrid, I want you to go to Hiccup tomorrow and apologize."

"What?"

Instantly I was standing still and looked at my mother. I couldn't believe this. What did I have to apologize for? For him being idiot? That he messed up?

"You are just as much responsible for that mess as he is."

I gaped at her. How was I responsible for that mess? If he had just taken down that dragon like he usually did… I turned away from her and continued walking home. Was Tuffnut right after all? If I hadn't attacked that gronckle… would Hiccup have been able to knock it out?

"He always takes full responsibility for things you kids put on him, sometimes he wasn't even close to the scene. It's time you start growing up and take responsibility for you mistakes."

"I do!" I protested, not believe her. Why was she picking Hiccup's side? Sure she was one of the few who would not say things as him being useless, but still.

"The zippleback got freed because of you," mom stated.

I wanted to protest again, but couldn't because she was right. I hadn't watched where I had been going and when I ducked away from a blast from the gronckle, it had hit the door of the zippleback's cage. Mom saw I realised this and smiled at me.

Finally at home I pushed the door open and entered the house.

"Tell Stoick as well," mom told me.

I mumbled a 'ya ya' and went up the stairs to my room where I dropped on my bed with a sigh. So what, maybe I was jealous, but it felt like I was being tricked. No-one as bad as Hiccup was in the beginning, would suddenly get so good as he did. He didn't even share what he did! Okay… maybe that was because of the way we have been treating him. Perhaps I should ask him, maybe he will tell me how to knock down dragons like he does. It would be nice, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

It was early in the morning. Stoick entered his house and called out to his son. He had decided to give him one more chance, just one and only because many had told him that normally he took down dragons with ease. The reason it got so out of hand was probably because more dragons had suddenly entered the arena and he was not yet trained for a situation with more than one dragon as Gobber told him.

When Hiccup didn't come down the stairs, Stoick made his way up, but found an empty room. Maybe his son was already up and about?

Annoyed he went downstairs and decided to check the forge where Gobber just dropped some scrap material.

"Is Hiccup here?" he asked the black smith.

Gobber shrugged his shoulders, he didn't know, after all he just arrived there.

"Let me go check," he said and walked to the back where Hiccup's room was.

"Hiccup, are you in here?" Gobber called out as he entered the room.

He looked around, not finding Hiccup there, but the place was different. He found some paper on the floor, it formed a trail to the fire. Looking back in the room he realised all Hiccup's invention ideas were gone. Had he thrown them in the fire? One paper remained however. It was in the middle of the wall and it had no drawings on it, just words. Gobber grabbed it and read the quickly scribbled words.

'Gobber, I'm sorry. Thanks for everything. Farewell.

- Hiccup'

One moment he couldn't breathe and stared at the note in disbelieve. Then he rushed back to Stoick.

"Is in there?" the chief asked, but then noticed Gobber's expression.

Gobber handed over the note. Stoick read it and started to look as white as a sheet, something Gobber had never seen before. It took some time before Stoick collected himself.

"Let people look for him… I'm going to check the docks to see if any of the boats or dinghies is missing. Anyone who knows anything about where he might be is to report to me immediately."

Gobber nodded and ran off in search for his apprentice.

It felt like I only slept for an hour when my mother suddenly shouted me awake. I rolled around, turning my back to her hoping she would leave. Unfortunately she pulled my blanket away. Somewhat annoyed I sat up, but I got worried when I saw my mom's face. Something was going on, I could tell.

"What happened?" I asked quickly and shove to the edge of my bed.

"Hiccup is missing."

I blinked… It wasn't something new. That boy often disappeared. No-one knew where he would go to and no-one really cared either, so why did they now?

"Hiccup leaves more often. He'll be back by lunch or something, maybe dinner."

"No, Astrid. This is different. He left a note for Gobber saying farewell."

I stared at her, whilst wondering if any of what happened in the training arena had anything to do with it. What if it was my fault he ran off? I never meant for that to happen.

I jumped of my bed and rushed downstairs, followed by my mom. She pushed some dry bread in my hands before we both went outside, looking for Hiccup. The entire day we looked for him, and the day after that and they after that. A week went by, but Hiccup was no-where to be found. Each and every day I started to feel guiltier. I was starting to believe it was my fault, or at least partly. If I hadn't been so jealous and competitive the mess that happened in the training arena wouldn't have happened and Hiccup would still be here.

No boats had gone missing. All dinghies were also still there. How could he have left?

"I think he's dead," Ruffnut said.

I cringed a little.

"Maybe he built his own boat," I tried.

Ruffnut looked at me, her expression clearly telling me she didn't believe that he would do that.

"It could be. You know how he is with building things. Maybe he planned leaving a long time ago. All he needed was some time to build the boat. We have seen him disappear for hours."

"True… but alone on the wide ocean? He's dead."

Ruffnut shrugged as she left me alone. I sighed and thought I might as well accept that Hiccup was indeed no longer among the living. The question was if Stoick would be able to accept that.