So... New story. Been reading a lot of HTTYD stories and I decided to try one of my own. Let me know what you think.
I do not own How To Train Your Dragon.
Enjoy!

I walked down the hallway of Berk High trying to stay as invisible as possible. All I had to do was get to my locker and get to class without being seen. Doesn't sound too hard, but I'm the main target for bullies. It's hard.

I reach my locker and unlock it as fast as I can. I grab my books and shut the door thinking I might actually make it to class without any problems. But of course that would never happen.

"Hey, Hiccup." Great name, I know. I don't know what my parents where thinking. I turned around to see Scott, football team captain and most popular boy in school. Also, the biggest bully.

"Hey Scott," I said slowly, eyeing the boy.

"Better get going or you're gonna be late for class." I wasn't sure what to say. He was obviously planning something. I went to walk off when I noticed his foot moving. He was going to trip me. I could avoid it. Very easily. But I had a reputation. So I let him trip me.

Laughter rung through the hall as my face hit the floor. My books sprawled around me and Scott stood with a smug look on his face. Sometimes I really wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. But I want people to think I'm not capable, so I don't.

Ever since I've been to this school, I've been picked on for my size. Just because I'm small and skinny, they think I'm weak. Well, I was small. I've grown over six foot in the past year but no one seems to have noticed. They still think I'm weak because I'm skinny though. But that's my life.

I scooped up my books and raced off down the halls, Scott calling after me.

"Hey Useless! Going so soon?" I ignored him and walked quickly into my English class. I spotted my only friend Fisher at the back. I said hi and sat down. As soon as I did he started talking about the dragon race from the day before.

In case you didn't know, dragon racing is one of the most popular sports around. It's sort of like Grand Prix or Formula 1. Riders guide their dragons around a race course for a certain amount of laps.

"Dagger and Treacherous were neck and neck until half way through and then Night Rider came out of no where and he beat them both by 3 whole minutes! That guy is awesome!" I nodded then turned to look at some girls on the other side of the class giggling about how hot Night Rider is.

Another important detail. Night Rider is one of the most famous, if not the most famous dragon rider in the races. Ever since his first race 2 years ago, he hasn't lost. But no one knows who he is. His helmet covers his face and he never talks to the press. He's a total mystery, which is probably one of the reasons he's so popular.

But what no one knows, is that I'm Night Rider. This is why I pretend to trip and I pretend to be weak. I want people to think I am because I don't want the attention.

The only reason I found out I was good at dragon racing was when I took in an injured dragon and helped him fly again. He can't fly without me. I used to ride him just for exercise but then I found out how fast he was. And I decided to enter a race. And we won. And I loved it. Ever since then, we win every race.

Fishlegs was still rambling on about dragon races in the background while I was lost in thought. The door opened and I looked up to see who had entered. It was Astrid.

Astrid. The most popular girl in school. Head of the track team. Pretty and athletic. Every guy in the school liked her. I'd had a crush on her since we were kids but she turned down anyone that asked her. She'd never want to go out with me. Maybe if she knew I was Night Rider, but I want people to like me for me. That's why I wear a mask.

It wasn't long after that that class started. The teacher droning on and on. I half listened. I kept glancing at Astrid on the other side of the room sitting next to her friend Ruff. No one actually knew Ruff's name, she just insisted they call her that. The same with her twin brother, who insisted everyone call him Tuff.

Soon class was over and the next one started. And so on until the end of the day. I was so happy to leave. I wanted to go home and ride Toothless, my dragon. I jumped into my car and sped off. It wasn't long before I pulled up in front of my house. No one knew, but I was pretty rich. My dad was a famous boxer. Stoic the Vast was what they called him. Not surprising considering his size.

I walked through the front door and was practically tackled by Sharpshot. He's my other dragon. Yes, I have two dragons. I rescued them. A friend of mine works in the Dragon Endangerment Association and knowing I have enough money to, asked me to take them in.

Sharpshot was caught by Dragon Trappers and used in illegal Dragon Fighting somewhere in Mexico. When he was rescued they realised that he's terrified of other dragons and of most people. They couldn't let him out into the wild again. I had been visiting my friend in the facility where they'd been taking care of him. I didn't know anything but I picked him and pet him and my friend asked me if I'd take care of him since I was clearly one of the only people he trusted.

Toothless had been caught by hunters and then left to die. The D.E.A. had found him and set him free but had soon realised he couldn't fly due to having a missing tail fin. My friend asked me to take him in aswell and I was more than happy to.

I walked through my empty house with Sharpshot on my shoulder heading for the library. I walked up to the bookcase that housed an old Norse dictionary and pulled on the leather bound book. The bookcase shifted and I pushed it forwards. I walked down the stairs, through my private workshop and into my private gym.

My dad doesn't know they're down here. He's never home so it wasn't hard to dig a basement into the hill we live on. I'm sure he'd love to know that I work out daily and that I'm a famous racer, but like everyone else, I want him to like me for me, not for Rider. Not that he likes Dragon Racing anyway. He doesn't consider a sport any racing that involves a machine or an animal doing all the work. Even though Toothless and I are a team. He's been pushing for me to be interested in boxing for years, but I never was, and because of that I'm a disappointment to him.

I walked over to the double doors that led to the forest at the back of our house. As soon as I pushed them open, I was pushed down by a black blur.

"Hey Toothless," I said with a smile. He got off so I could stand up and I scratched him under the chin. He loves it when I do that. I walked over to the freezer in the corner of the room and pulled out a couple of Cod, his favourite fish. I order them especially for him and the guy I buy them from always gives me strange looks. I'd tell him why I buy so much so often but I don't think he'd believe me.

Toothless, Sharpshot and I sit watching the last race, Sharpshot curled up against my leg and Toothless laying his head in my lap. I always watch my races trying to spot anything unusual. Other riders suddenly a lot faster, Toothless being too unsteady on a turn, any possible way to improve. I decide Toothless tail fin needs some adjustments. But I have to do it the next day or I'll be late for work.

I say goodbye to the dragons shutting up the gym and the workshop and closing the secret library entrance. I rush to my car and drive off pulling up outside The Forge. It's a mechanics shop owned by a guy of the lovely name Gobber. Why he called it 'The Forge' is a mystery known only to him. Apparently it's some kind of joke he has with himself.

"Hey Gobber!" I called as I walked in and dumped my keys and my phone on my desk.

"There you are, lad! I was wondering when you'd show up!" He leaned out from behind a car with his gap-toothed smile. "There's a bike just been brought in. Needs a new exhaust."

I nodded and headed towards the bike. It was in good condition, apart from the exhaust. I spend the afternoon taking off the part and putting on the new one. Once I'd checked to make sure it worked and was satisfied with it I headed home.

I made myself a quick meal ate half and gave the other half to Sharpshot before heading upstairs to bed. I opened the large window and let the black mass that is Toothless climb through. Once he was comfortable on my bed I got between the covers. He moved his wing to cover me like every night and I sighed in happiness as I felt the warm scales against my skin.

As I drifted to sleep I couldn't help but wonder what the next day would hold.

I hope you liked it. First chapter just to set the scene. In case it's not clear, dragons are kind of like elephants or lions or some other large animal. People know they exist but they don't necessarily see them on a daily basis. They're basically like any other animal you generally only see in a zoo or something like that.
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