This is Berk. It may to look like much, I agree. But there's more to it than a rock sticking out of the water. As we soar above this island, you can notice a village, right? Well keep that tribe in mind; it has a role further in the story. And I guess you know its entire story. But! There's going to be a couple changes... Imagine mister Hiccup Haddock the Third never existed the way we see him – never grew up with dragon raids, never knew our dear Astrid Hofferson - yet, and never had Stoick as his father or Toothless as his best friend. Ok, now if you desperately wanted these in the story, than I recommend you stop reading right here. Because this story's a completely different version of the world we love so much.

Now! Enough said, let's get on with the story of a feral Hiccup...

It all started with bright blue Night Fury eyes, looking down at his emerald green ones.

Hiccup, still very little – a baby – slowly raised his tiny hands up to touch the black dragon's snout who had him cupped in her front paws, staring down at the little human with her eyes so bright, you'd believe there to be another sky in there.

She nuzzled him lovingly, making the little one giggle and want more when she folded back her head.

That was basically the only thing Hiccup remembered of his childhood. Even he found it was incredible that he could remember something from so long ago, from when he wasn't even aware of his actions – unconscious of the dangers that had been outside the whole time.

But he did remember – and he'd always do.

Today, Hiccup was on his own. Without his loving mother dragon he'd known so little about. He never knew what had happened to her, or why he'd ended up alone.

Actually, he couldn't even figure out why he was recalling this now. Only the gods above could tell.

Hiccup jumped from tree to tree, minding his own like usual. He'd been on his own out here for a couple months now after his getaway from his so called tribe. They'd never treated him well – never like one of their own - always too much of a hiccup. He knew he'd never fit in, so why stay? So of course, he had to get away - away from this dreadful island. So now here he was, alone – wandering on this unknown land. It had seemed little from far away when he was on his raft, but once on it, gosh! It was huge! So many things to see and places to explore!

From the shadows, a figure pocked his head from his hiding place and dark brown eyes looked up at the boy climbing down the tree. You could see the shape of a Viking helmet with an axe in hand – ready to jump on his target at any given moment. As he watched Hiccup drop to the ground on all fours like an animal, the hunter took a step forward to get closer to the boy. Unfortunately, he stepped on a twig, causing a loud CRACK! to echo all the way to Hiccup's attentive ears - completely blowing his chance.

The moment he heard, Hiccup's whole body jumped up and turned to face the exact spot he'd heard the source of the noise. His nose twitched, sniffing the air the way a wolf would while his green eyes focused forward on the spot darkened by shadows. It was imprudent to do such thing, but curiosity took over the voice in his head telling him to run away, and he took a couple cautious steps closer to the shadowy cavity where he'd swear there was something waiting for him there.

Just as the hunter was about to strike, another noise was heard – something that sounded like weaponry or something.

Hiccup's head suddenly turned away from the sunken pit, his wild eyes looking right where he'd hear the noise from. Now that wasn't usual around here. Hiccup eyed the shadowed cavity one last time and walked away as something else caught his attention.

When he was close enough, Hiccup, helped by his hands and feet, climbed up the nearest tree and walked its massive branches until he could see what was going on.

His eyes focused down on the ground below while walking on the branch like a wild cat. He sniffed the air to catch the smell of whatever was down there that he still couldn't see due to the amount of leaves blocking his view.

But it's as he managed to find a spot where he could see right through a hole in the wall of green that he turned shocked. His eyes went wide as he started down at the creature. He'd never seen one of these before.

Blonde hair with such beautiful blue eyes - while he had some scars from where he's been.

This was the girl. The girl with the axe.

He watched her throw her weapon to a three with such brutality, and the moment the massive blade cut through the bark of the tree, Hiccup's whole body jerked in alert – instantly taking her as a threat.

Hiccup took a step back on the massive branch he had a grip on, and slipped as he had his eyes still locked on the girl below.

She heard a sudden noise and twisted her body to face the source, only to see a single living leaf drifting down from above. She could have sworn she heard a twig crack. She waited some seconds with her axe in hands, its head facing were she had her blue eyes fixed. As nothing came, the girl sighed and raised her eyes above and spotted something unusual for the many times she'd come here.

Breaking through the thick canopy of leaves, her eyes met wild emerald green ones staring down at her as if she was prey. Her own ones stared back at them for what felt like forever, and then suddenly they disappeared like they were never there.

She gasped and turned around a couple times as she searched for them again. But as far – as deep as she went, she never found them a second time.

...

The young warrior with the axe walked her way back to her hometown, her weapon resting on her shoulder as if it weighed nothing.

It was evening, and so the sun began to set – showing many warm colors against the clouds hovering above their world. Soon enough, the first stars would show.

At the Chief's house she ate. She actually had something important to discuss with her leader – something about eyes glowing in the darkness.

''Are you sure, Astrid?'' asked the Chief of Berk as he put down his cup on the thick wooden table next to the burning fire pit in the house. ''It could've been a wild animal or something.''

''Stoick, I know what I saw.'' said Astrid, making gestures with her arms as she sat on the other side of the table, her back against the heat of the fire behind her. ''It had those eyes, so green – almost glowing against the darkness surrounding them.''

''Astrid—''

''Look, Chief.'' said Astrid, cutting him off. She had quite a friendly relationship with her Chief, so this slight lack of respect didn't bother him as much as if it was coming from his other subjects. Astrid was almost a daughter to him. ''There's something out there. And I want to find out what it is. I just need your permission to use some material to catch it.''

''Well,'' said Stoick, getting up. ''Do as you like. You are welcomed to use whatever traps you want. But I seriously doubt there is such thing out there as the creature you just described to me.''

''W— you don't believe me?'' questioned Astrid as her leader walked to the door for he still had some more chieftain to do before lights out.

Stoick sighed heavily as he just laid hand on the handle. ''Of course I do. But chances are it's an animal out there, or a dragon. After all, it'll have to be one of those two.'' And with that, Stoick walked out the house, believing very little of the young warrior's report.

The door slammed shut, leaving Astrid alone in the room with some anger spent on tapping her foot on the ground – which didn't last long as she'd already figured out a way to prove him wrong.

''One of those two...'' mumbled Astrid under her breath as she just quit pacing. ''It's so not one of those two. And I'm going to prove it.'' She locked her determined eyes on the front door defiantly.

''By tomorrow.''