Okay first things first: I OWN NOTHING! The idea belonged to MoontrancedRiptide, and is loosely based off of her "The Snow Queen."And I will never EVER own HTTYD. As much as I want to sue them for holding off HTTYD 3 THREE TIMES I won't. They were SUPPOSED to do it last summer, but they didn't. You don't wanna KNOW how mad I was when I found that it won't be released until 2019. It sucked. Ok I really got off track. ENJOY THE STORY! PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!

My life is the worst one ever, and you can't tell me otherwise. My father hates me, my tribe despises me, and I'm the village screw up. And to top it all off, I have a horrible curse of fire. Believe me, it's not all 'rainbows and glitter' with my powers, they're a real pain in the butt. When I was younger I found it wonderful and fun, but then the 'incident' happened when I was little.

But that's another story for later.

I was looking outside my window, staring at the diamonds of the night sky, day dreaming about what it would be like without powers. I usually do this when I can't sleep, which is usually every night. I stared at the silver moon, noticing how the stars seemed to move...wait a minute...stars don't move! I looked closer and saw silhouettes of flying shapes in the sky. The pests have returned for another feeding.

You see where most places have mosquitoes or mice, we have-

"DRAGON RAID!"

I turned around and ran to my bed. My room wasn't much. Just a desk with papers spread all over it and books stacked in piles of four and five, with my bed right next to it. I listened for my dad before I got ready. After I heard his loud footsteps and his thunder like grumbling, I slipped on my brown boots, my vest, grabbed my leather gloves, and ran downstairs. I got to the door and swung it open, coming face to face with a blood red Monstrous Nightmare. It growled and spew fire, but I quickly shut the door and threw my weight against it, blocking out the flames. I didn't really mind fire, since I found out I was fire-proof.

Don't ask.

After that was over, I threw the door open and ran outside, still putting my gloves on. I ran past a few vikings, them shouting things at me like,

"What are you doing out here?"

"Get back inside!"

"Get inside, Hiccup!"

Yup. That's me. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock lll. Great name, I know, but it's not the worst. Parents believe that hideous names will ward off monsters like gnomes and trolls. Unfortunately, that does not include curses, obviously.

I ran under two vikings carrying a large log, but got thrown down by another viking. He got in my face and yelled his battle cry:

"AAAGGGHH! Mornin!"

And he went about his day.

So this is Berk almost every morning. Most people would leave. Not us. As you can tell, we have stubbornness issues.

I keep running but all of a sudden something grabs me by the vest, saving me from an incoming Nadder spewing fire.

"Hiccup!" The man yells. "What is he doing out?" He yells to no one in particular, pointing at me. Realizing no one had the answer, he glared back at me. "What are you doing out? Get back inside!" He shoves me forward, and I look back at the man.

He's Stoick The Vast, chief of Berk. They say when he was baby he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders.

Do I believe it?

Yes I do.

I reach the forge and slip off my vest, throwing it on the chair. I notice The blacksmith hammering on a sword.

"Oh there ye are." He says. "Thought you'd been carried off."

"Me? No," I said, and grabbed a spiked hammer. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this." I put the hammer on the wall and flexed my imaginative muscles.

"They need toothpicks don't they?" Gobber jokes.

"Haha. Very funny." I say, and run over to the window, throwing it open and grabbing all the dented and broken swords and axes, then dumping them on the hearth. I step over to the place where the forge is heated, and-making sure no one was watching-I slipped off my glove and heated it up with my fire. Gobber doesn't know how I get so hot so quickly. Not everything about my curse is terrible, but this is the only thing I will ever use it for.

Suddenly a Monstrous Nightmare swoops down, fire pouring out from it's maw, setting a house ablaze.

"FIRE!" someone shouts, and the fire brigade get's into action.

It's only made of five people, who were terrible at their job but great at being dramatic. First there's the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Any one person who meets them would get the genders confused, earning a punch in the face from both. Then there's Fishlegs. He's the brains of the group, spouting random dragon facts spontaneously. Then Snotlout. Your average viking times ten: Strong, tough, annoying, and a huge ego. And then there's Astrid, your everyday crush: Strong, beautiful, blonde, blue eyes, and smart.

She was my crush for a while but now… not so much ever since she became obsessed with becoming the best after the death of her uncle Finn Hofferson. And then there's the whole, let's-torture-Hiccup-it'll-be-really-fun club. So that crush went out the window really quick.

Another blast came from a nadder and the house behind them started to roar in flames. Their job is so much cooler than mine.(honestly, I think hiccup has the cooler job. I personally kind of wanna be a blacksmith.)

I hung out the window, staring at the group until Gobber lifts me up by the hook, bringing me back into the shop.

"You're not heading out there." He says, and I look at him.

"Oh come on please?" I plead. "I need to make my mark!"

"Oh you've made plenty of marks." He says, setting me down. "All in the wrong places."

"Please just two minutes." I say. "I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."

"Your u can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe," Gobber lists. "You can't even through one of these." He lifts up a bolae, and someone takes it from the window, and uses it on a gronkle.

"Maybe not. It this will through it for me." I put a hand on my. Newest invention: the mangler. Its basically a bow that shoots blolas on wheels, but it worked!

The mangler opened and shot a bolae, sending a man down and most likely unconscious.

Never mind.

"Now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber scolds me.

"It's just a mild calibration issue-" I say, but get cut off.

"Hiccup," I look at Gobber. "If you ever want to get out there you need to stop all…" he waves his hands at me. "This."

"You just gestured to all of me." I remark.

"That's it!" Gobber yells. "Stop being all of you!"

"Oooh." I start.

"Ooooh yeah." Gobber says.

"You sir are playing a dangerous game." I say. "Keeping this much raw, Viking-ness contained. There will consequences!" I yell, getting in his face.

Gobber, not seeming the least bit fazed, doesn't back down. "I'll take my chances." He says, and throws me a dull sword. "Sword. Sharpened. Now."

I walk over the grinder, and slam the sword onto it, sparks flying on contact, but I ignore them.

Nadders are bird like dragons, with a tail filled with poisonous spikes. Not the deadliest dragon, but still a dragon. Killing one would at least get me noticed.

Gronkles are tough, with rock like hides, making them hard to peirce with a spear or sword. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

Zipplebacks are two headed dragons, with one that spews gas, and the other lights it. Two heads, twice the status.

Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. Big, scary, and have a nasty habit of setting themselves in fire.

But the biggest prize, is the dragon no one's ever seen. A high pitched whistle sounds outside, and I stops what I'm doing and listen. We call it the-

"NIGHT FURY!"

"GET DOWN!"

A watchtower explodes with a blast of purple and blue, signaling the entrance of the night fury. This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and-

Another watchtower explodes, sending men off and onto the ground.

Never misses.

Gobber puts on his axe attachment to his hand, and looks at me. "Man the forge, Hiccup." He says. "They need me out there." He starts to go outside, but turns back to me. "Stay...put...there." He says, and I give him a look. Yeah right. Like I'll ever stay here while the night fury is out there. "You know what I mean." He finishes, and runs outside, yelling his battle cry.

After he disappears, I grab my mangler, and wheel it outside as fast as I can. People are shouting at me to get inside, but I ignore them as always. I get to my normal spot for shooting the night fury, and prepare the mangler. The night has to be here. It has to.

I high pitched whistle sounds, and I tense, waiting for the night fury. The silhouette becomes visible, and another watchtower goes down. I pull the trigger, and the mangler springs into action, shooting the bolae. The force is enough to throw me back, and I land on the ground with a thud. A high screeching sounds, and the black dragon silhouette goes down.

I hit it?

I HIT IT!

"Oh my gods I hit it!" I yelled for joy. "Did anybody just see that!"

I hear a growl behind me, and I turn to see a large monstrous nightmare behind me.

"Except for you." I say.

I am so, so dead.

Well there you have it! The first chapter of "the Flame and The Night!" Hope you guys enjoyed and please review!