(A/N) This is my first Fanfic so bear with me, we'll all see how I do.

I Plan on updating weekly and I already have a number of Chapters written for this story so I should be able to keep up. I'll aim to update anywhere from Thursday to Sunday but I am in College right now so no promises. I will also mention that bugging me to update will not make me update faster if I miss a weekend. Sorry.

I Should mention that I got this idea after reading "The boy behind the mask" by IAmTheBrovahkiin. (Very good story, inspired me a lot and even had some good impacts on me in real life, just wish that the author would pick up where they left off again) More specifically the few times when Hiccup lost it. I plan on expanding on that in my own way. The idea may have stemmed from that but so far I have not seen a single Fanfic that goes where I am going so ideas are my own.

Story starts off in the kill ring when Hiccup is trying to show the village Dragon's are friendly.

Constructive criticism is appreciated so don't hold back.

One last thing, I've pretty much made up my mind but I was wondering if Hiccup should lose his leg or not, feel free to give your opinion.

Author Notes should be shorter from now on but without further ado, enjoy.

*-Edit- this story has been re-edited up to 35 to make it more readable.

Chapter 1

"I SAID STOP THE FIGHT!" Stoick bellowed across the arena as he slammed his hammer down on the iron bars of the kill ring.

The Monstrous Nightmare that had been so peaceful in Hiccup's hand seconds before, spooked by the sound of metal on metal, descended into a rage. In an effort to protect itself it tried to kill anything within reach. It just so happened that the only thing that it could possibly kill at that moment was the toothpick of a viking directly in front of it.

Hiccup jumped back and ran for his life as the dragon snapped at him and shot a flaming ball of fire in his direction. It chased him around the arena while up top, Stoick pushed Vikings out of the way in a frantic effort to get to his son.

Astrid, scared for Hiccup's life, yelled out his name in panic. The yell was barely registered in the back of his mind as he continued to dodge claws and fireballs. In an effort to help her new friend, Astrid grabbed an axe off a nearby wall and used it to pry up the kill ring's gate and crawl under it.

Desperate to defend himself, Hiccup ran to the weapons rack to grab a shield, only to have it and the rack smashed under the Nightmare's bulk a second before he could get to it, while up above, Stoick effortlessly yanked open the outer gate and charged to the second.

Back in the ring, Astrid yelled Hiccup's name once again as she glanced at the destroyed weapons rack. She ran over to it, picked up a hammer and threw it at the pursuing dragon, landing a direct hit to the dragon's face, seconds before it would have scooped Hiccup up in his jaw. The Nightmare landed in a pile of tangled limbs, but quickly recovered. It changed targets and ran after the more dangerous of the two Vikings in the arena.

Seeing that it was now her life in danger instead of Hiccup's, Astrid ran as Stoick ripped open the second gate and called to the two teens "This way!"

Astrid managed to make it safely to the Chief's awaiting embrace, but before Hiccup had a chance, the Nightmare let out a blast of fire that blocked the exit.

Frantic for an escape, Hiccup turned to run once again, only to be hit with a swipe from the Nightmare's claws. Three long gashes opened up along Hiccup's chest, starting from the left shoulder and running down to the right side of his stomach and blood started to poor from the wounds, quickly soaking his shirt through. As he came to a painful rest on the ground, the claw of the Nightmare landed on him and pressed him into the stone floor.

Hiccup stared up at the leering form above him. There was nothing he or anybody else could do. This was the end.

A shriek pierced the air above the Vikings. A worried Gobber, who was watching the fight from above turned to face the new sound as a black blur blew apart the iron bars separating them from the ring, throwing smoke and dust throughout the arena.

Vikings watched in awe, only the wings of the combating pair were visible through the debris.

Toothless clawed his way onto the Nightmare's back and threw it off of the bleeding Hiccup. The two dragons became visible to the Vikings above as their fight was driven clear of the dust.

Gobber, who was still trying to understand what was going on whispered to himself, "Night Fury."

The two dragons continued to fight. The Nightmare, using his superior size, managed to throw the Night Fury to the ground and began to bite at Toothless' neck. Toothless in turn, swatted his opponents head away and used his powerful legs to kick the Nightmare back against a wall as the last of the debris settled, revealing a bleeding Hiccup slowly getting to his feet.

The Nightmare roared at Toothless, hoping to scare him off. Toothless answered the challenge without backing down while also making sure he was firmly between Hiccup and the Nightmare. The Nightmare continued to try and get at the boy as the village watched on in awe. Each time the Nightmare attempted to, the Night Fury was there to cut him off. With a final display of dominance from Toothless, the Nightmare surrendered and retreated back to his cage.

Hiccup scrambled to his friend's side as the village recovered and began to pour into the arena. Knowing what would be in store for the Night Fury if he was captured, Hiccup jumped into the saddle and took off back through the hole in the arena.

The two landed on the roof of the dome and stared down at the Vikings. Stoick made his way to the center of the group and looked up to his son. "Get away from that beast!" he called out.

"No I'm ending this, right here, right now! This is what it is to have a dragon's loyalty! Toothless was safe. He was living life happily, yet he came here and risked his own safety to save me. He's my best friend and I'm his. None of you has ever had my back, but Toothless, a dragon, has mine!"

Stoick couldn't believe what he was seeing. The dragons had taken so much from him and the village. A dragon had carried off his wife, Hiccup's own mother. Yet here he was riding one of the blasted beasts like it was some sort of pony. As he looked up he could see the three slices in his son's shirt and the rapidly spreading blood stain on his chest. His son should hate the dragons for everything they had done.

"What are ye sayin? A dragon has no sense of loyalty. Their mindless beasts. Ya saw how the Nightmare went after ya the first chance it got!" Stoick yelled back. "What happened today was a fluke. When push comes to shove, that dragon will stab ya in tha back!"

"THIS IS NOT A FLUKE! I have been interacting with dragons, learning from them, befriending them ever since you left for the Nest. The dragons are kind and compassionate when you get to know them. We can make friends with them if we give them a chance!"

"THERE WILL BE NO CHANCES GIVEN TO THE DEMONS! THERE BLOODTHIRSTY ANIMALS THAT WILL KILL US THE SECOND WE GIVE THEM ONE!" At this point Stoick was relying on years of being a Chief, rather than the limited experience he had as a father, "YOU'VE THROWN YER LOT IN WITH THEM! YER NOT A VIKING! YER NOT MY SON!"

Those words hit hard. Siting there, bleeding, Hiccup felt his father's disappointment. Those last eight words hurt more than 15 years of abuse from his peers. He looked at his father and felt something shatter in his mentality. He thought of Stoick and how he had neglected and starved him of love his whole childhood and he felt hatred towards the Chief. He thought of the villagers and how they avoided him like the plague and felt resentment towards them. He thought of his fellow classmates and how they had always called him useless and shoved him around and he felt bitterness.

The village froze as they saw the bloodied teenager throw his head bock towards the sky and heard him start to laugh. Quiet at first but growing more and more uncontrollable by the minute. He looked down at them and shouted, "YOU FOOLS! I TRIED TO BRING PEACE TO THIS ISLAND BUT YOUR SPURN IT! IF YOU WANT THIS WAR THEN I WILL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE IT!"

Turning away from the Vikings below the pair rose up into the sky until the were but a small speck to the naked eye. Then the speck plummeted, accompanied by the feared Night Fury shriek. The two pulled up at the last second while releasing the plasma blast. It was I direct hit upon the Chief's house, Hiccup's home for 15 years. The shot penetrated deep into the structure, blowing straight through and sending shrapnel flying everywhere and leaving the building to collapse in on itself moments later.

Hiccup used the speed they had gathered to race out over the sea, leaving stunned Vikings in their wake.

As the adrenaline in his body started to subside, the pain from his new wound and weakness from blood loss came racing into his reality. Shaking, he turned to look at his ex-village one last time before drifting off into unconsciousness.

Stoick watched, stunned as Hiccup destroyed his home and took off out to sea. He recounted the events that had led to this moment as he slowly walked to the shoreline. The villagers, not knowing what else to do followed their Chief. Stoick realized what he had done and his limbs began to shake. With Hiccup gone, it would be almost impossible to fix it, if his son even had it in him to forgive him for what he had done.

His feet hit the water and he stopped. Slowly he dropped to his knees and muttered, "What have I done?"

Gobber slowly walked up behind him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but the Chief just continued to stare at the horizon, not bothering to even look up at his friend.