Hello and welcome, my name is martindino123 but you guys can call me Marty and here is my story A Moment To Change A Life. So like I said in the summary this is a runnaway Hiccstrid AU fic set after the romantic flight but i am writing it in an interesting manor to keep it from the usual tropes runaway fics have, i will elaborate on that later on. Also to keep make this abit different from the usual i am writing this as Historically Accurate to Vikings as possible so don't expect any horned helmets and Vikings shying away from killing people. So enough of that so without further Adieu A Moment To Change A Life.

Prologue

Life is full of moments, Some big, some small ,some only fleeting glimpses. This story is about a moment to change a life, my life but this moment would not just change mine in the future but that of many. This moment was many a year ago, when i was just a teenager looking to prove himself. Though most people regret or dread their "Moments" in their youth i certainly did not as it turned one of my blackest nights into blinding, warm light that i am eternally grateful for. Alas the memory wears me down, I am old now very old, for Viking standards at least, old enough that i have seen many friends fall and rise, as i have seen the same with many enemies. Old i am that my aching bones call me to rest but yet i cannot heed their call, i must hold on to this life a little longer. Why may you ask because i need to make sure when the sagas and songs that tell of me and my deeds are told, that those who wish to know more can learn how my life really was. So that i may join my father and forefathers and all those who i have lost at the table of kings in Valhalla in peace, So that when the final curtain is drawn and i rise to Valhalla, that i can go knowing my legacy will live on in history and the moments that changed my life will be known throughout the ages. So here is how one special moment changed mine and many others lives forever.

It all began when i was just a weak, small and unimportant looking 15 year old boy. A "Hiccup" in life, one that many thought should not have existed as i was seen as the worst viking in the history of Berk. Like i said before i was a "hiccup" and Hiccup happened to be my name, fitting many thought. I couldn't swing an axe i couldn't fight or even throw a bola. Why is fighting is important you might ask? because Berk had a pest control problem, where one might have rats,mice and other "small" creatures we had Dragons.