Hello there. With the permission of {mks 12 98} I will be fixing, and re-posting their story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All credit goes to mks 12 98.

[Note]

This story began on a small island named Berk. This island was home to a clan of vikings. These vikings had been fighting with creatures known as dragons ever since they had settled there.

This story focuses on a young viking named Hiccup. He was the only viking out of his entire generation that couldn't lift a hammer or throw an axe. Ever since he was little he had been different, and for almost the entirety of his life, he had been a social outcast, thrown out by his fellow vikings. In the end he had proven himself to be a real hero by taking down the queen dragon, The Red Death with the help of a certain night fury.

However, that's a different story. The real story, this story, begins when Hiccup is only just 10 years old.
(Note: This story takes place about six years before Canon. Also this story is completely different, as it does not follow the main storyline, but pursues a different route. In other words this is essentially a AU.)

[Chapter 1|Prologue]

One evening, Hiccup was playing around in his family's yard, when his mother, the chief's wife, called him into the house located on the hill.

"Son, it's time to come in, and wash up for dinner," said his mother in a sweet voice.

"Okay!" called Hiccup. As young Hiccup ran towards the house, he saw a dim light approaching in the distance. A moment later, a horn rang across the village signaling, an attack was approaching. Hiccup was almost at the door when his mother ran out axe in hand.

"Hiccup get in the house and hide while I fight the invaders. I'll try to drive them away!" She said, gripping her axe, as she patted him on the head

"Mom,"said Hiccup worried.

"Hiccup, sweety, it'll be okay. I'll be back. If any of those pirates make it up here, I will personally rip them limb from limb. Okay?" said his mother in a sweet, but serious tone.

Hiccup didn't answer, but instead ran into the house. He ran to the back hall where the Family Armory was located. He grabbed a [Iron Sword] (he was not the best with swords, but that had been when he used his right hand), doused the fireplace with a bucket of water, and hid under the table listening for any sounds that should alert him.

Minutes went by without a sound in the house except the uproar that was going on in the village below. With each passing minute Hiccup got more, and more on edge. Hiccup was beginning to become an emotional wreck when he heard a blood curdling scream pierce the air.

'That scream is so familiar, and can only belong to the only person I know sounds like that... My Mum.' thought Hiccup.

He grabbed the [Iron Sword], and filled a [Traveler's Bag] containing his [Journal], a [First Aid], and a loaf of freshly baked [Bread]. He flung the bag over his shoulder, slid the sword in a sheath attached to the bag, and was out the door in a flash. Hiccup may have only been 10 years old , but he was not only smarter then most vikings in his entire village, but one of the fastest.

Therefore if anything, he needed to find his mom and help her if she was hurt. The only thought on his mind, as he clambered down the steps towards the center of the village were;

'Find Mom!'

Done. I meant to do this a long while back, but well...

Anyways it's now been posted. You can find the original on (mks 12 98) profile.

{New Character Registered}

{Name} Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

{Sex} Male

{Race} Human

{Faction} Vikings-Berk

{Description}

The son of the current chief, Stoick The Vast.

{Appearance}

A young scrawny boy, with freckles on his face. He has dull green eyes, and auburn hair. He also has a small scar underneath his lip.

{Skills}

[Vikings Blood] 50% Resistance towards the cold.

[Novice Swordsman] Your not the best, but you know how to use a sword at least.

{Abilities}

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