A/N hello people , to anyone reading this just know i haven't written anything in ages. I do it purely for fun when i do and know my writing isnt amazing . I will accept critism , but please don't outwrite flame . Also my grammar isnt brilliant so im sorry if there is any glaring mistakes. Anyhow , I have recently gotten into how to train your dragon and thought to hell with it ill try my own . This is a mordern one , but does have dragon's but you will have to read for that and it could be a while haha . I also have an idea for another one that's set in viking times so if this goes well i will have to give it a go .

Hiccup will be oc for reasons and not his normal self , but then maybe he needs a certain someone to reenter his life to get him back to his old way's hmm?:)

Anyhow , here is this prologue please do review if you have the time , thank's.

Unlucky thirteen.

Prologue

"Entering Prisoner number 702."

A loud buzz is heard as an iron door begins to open electronically, banging sounds , hollering and shouting are heard in tandem with the noise.

Two pairs of footsteps, one heavy, one light walk through the now opened entrance. The first pair belonging to the prison guard, his heavy steel toe capped boots making an extra, more intimidating sound to his already six foot three heavy set frame. The second pair though belonged to someone quite different, dressed in an orange prison jump suit, and black plimsoles. Standing at about five ten, with shaggy auburn coloured hair and bright forest green eyes and built with little muscle, it was none other than sixteen-year-old Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third.

Trailing behind the guard, Hiccup kept his head down, holding in his hand a spare pair of clothes he tried to block out the intimidating cat calls and shouts from the other inmates. While admittedly it rattled him slightly, the sixteen-year-old teen wasn't as bothered as he should be. In fact, after everything that had happened to him in the past three years, he felt almost numb to it, once a nerdy, sweet boy with big dreams and big ideas was now hardened, angry and cared little for his own health. It was because of that, that he was currently stepping into Berk's very own young offender's prison …. And it would be his home for at least two year's. Why, well it wasn't something the boy wanted to think about right now, the thought leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Looking up slightly, he finally took everything in, cell upon cell lined up either side, the doors a pale blue with a small tiny window in front. The wall's a dull white, much like the lifeless looking staircase in the middle of the never-ending hallway of lockups.

Sighing to himself, he gazed back down, his mind drifting off, wondering what certain people would think of him if they could see him right now. All the while ignoring the guard in front of him as he rattled off the day to day itinerary.

His mind drifted first to his father, the man knew where he was, Stoick the Vast, mayor elect of Berk or that's what he hoped to become at least. He didn't see eye to eye with his father, hadn't for years now, and when he had got into trouble, to save his campaign he had greased the wheels, made it seem like his boy had only been shipped off to private school. Making it so the crime Hiccup had been charged with never made the daily Berk paper, never embarrassed a man who wanted to take the reins of the town. But that didn't mean he did anything to help Hiccup escape the charge … but Hiccup hadn't exactly pleaded his innocence but as the old saying goes, no one reacts well to a snitch. He wondered if his father would even visit him? The boy chuckled inwardly at that, after all, it wasn't like he gave a shit.

When his mind moved onto the thought of his other parent, his mother, his beautiful mother Hiccup's heart froze. Banishing her face from his mind, she wasn't someone he thought about, because every time he did his heart tugged painfully.

Moving on swiftly, he thought of one of his best friends since the second grade, Frank 'Fishlegs' ingerman. A large, overweight boy he had bonded with when he was younger, both self-proclaimed nerds they had instantly got along. But when Hiccup's horrendous year's had started, the teen had pushed Fishlegs, along with his other friends away . Knowing his father, he would have fed any friend or relative the same story …. He had left for private school.

Fishlegs was one of a group of six friends, that had self-proclaimed themselves the dragon riders of Berk. A name that had stuck since the second grade, although the older they got the less they mentioned that fact in public. Dragon's after all were now extinct, humans themselves having hunted them for sport, while they were incredibly dangerous, they were also reclusive and kept to themselves. It had made it easy, or so the story goes for humans to capture and kill them, and while there was an apparent sighting every now and then, it was akin to someone witnessing big foot… a mere hoax. But his friends and himself found them fascinating, and when they were younger they spent hours playing make believe and dragon fighting. It was a much happier time for Hiccup…

Along with Fishleg's , there was Heather Locke , a black haired green eyed sweet girl who loved to keep peace but angered quickly if needs be . Especially when she dealt with the twin's, two of the other people in their little group.

Ruffnut Thorsten and Tuffnut Thorsten where quite possibly spawns of Loki, they were obsessed with explosions, obsessed with pranks and laughed at danger, and yet they were irreplaceable in their little team.

But it was the last member of the group that thinking of hit Hiccup the most, it was the beautiful blonde Astrid Hofferson. With big blue eyes and braided hair, she was fierce, strong, athletic and could seemingly never lose a fight. But she was also kind, sweet and for some reason, had wanted to spend nearly every waking moment with him. In the second grade at the age of eight, she had almost forced them to become friends, by nine, she had much to Hiccup's surprise proclaimed them to be girlfriend and boyfriend. For some reason, it had stuck, all the way up until they thirteen where it had developed from a friend ship into something much closer.

But the myth about thirteen being an unlucky number, became a hard truth for Hiccup, as everything went downhill, when his girlfriend of four year's and best friend had to leave Berk for good and move abroad. This after all was the turning point for the boy….

"Haddock… you listening boy…"

Hiccup was brought suddenly out of his thoughts by the voice of his guard saying his name, looking at his surrounding he realised he had been so lost in thought they had already climbed the staircase and where currently waiting outside a cell door. Looking at the heavy-set man, he noticed an almost smug grin on his face.

"As I was saying, were a little overcrowded at the moment… and let's just say your new cellmate doesn't usually play well with new inmates."

The auburn-haired teen felt his heart pick up a little, and his mouth go slightly dry at the guard's words. But he kept his face stoic, kept it hard knowing showing any nerves in here wouldn't bowed well. He watched in dreaded anticipation as the guard took his prison keys from his belt and began to unlock the large blue door that would be the entrance to his home for the next two year's. Fidgeting slightly, he gazed at the door as it opened before turning to the guard as he spoke once more.

"His name's Dagur…. although most inmates in here call him Dagur the deranged."

Deranged? Hiccup thought with worry, his body rooted to the spot. Only changing when he felt the large hand of the guard land on his shoulder pushing him into the cell.

Looking around the small room in alarm, his green eyes took in the bunk beds, toilet and plain white walls before his eyesight landed on the large, burly teen staring at him from the back of room. Before he could try and run, he heard the guard chuckle as the door behind him slammed shut, locking him in.

Looking towards the teen he was now trapped inside the room with, he took in his frightening appearance. This Dagur having spiky flame red hair that was shaved at the sides, a short untrimmed beard that matched his hair. His green eye's stared at Hiccup almost manically, a tribal tattoo framing one of them as his deranged face contorted into a freakish grin.

He was taller than Hiccup, at least six foot and his arm's where bulky and strong … he was essentially the opposite of the nasally voiced teen, the only similarities where the fact they were both wearing orange jumpsuits. And while he knew, he had to be brave and not show weakness, he couldn't stop his old self from sneaking itself back into his head as Dagur began walking towards him menacingly.

Da da im dead…..

A/N just a few thing's , the young offender's institute houses 16-18 year olds before there shipped to adult prison in this fic. My plan is to tell some of his time in prison , but also show flashback's so you see the other gang . See you at the next chapter:)