Everything I Wanted

Pairing: HiccupX Maria[OC].

Rated M for Mature.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of HTTYD or the songs I may or may not use.

1: Prolong The Inevitable

=Hiccup's POV=

"We've had enough of that boy!" yelled an angry villager in the early September morning hours. Another start to the day where I was getting yelled at for something getting ruined in the dragon raid. Sadly, I didn't even do it this time. Right, I should probably start with who I am. I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, great name, I know. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off Gnomes and Trolls, must be true because I've never seen any. So, I'm also called this due to the face I was born two month early and barely survive my birth. Or so I've been told. I'm what you consider the runt of the litter even though I'm an only child. My mom was carried off by a dragon when I was about a year old, so it's just my Dad and me.

Did I mention that my father is Chief of the Tribe, Hairy Hooligans to be exact? We reside on an island called Berk in the Barbaric Archipelago. We're to the West of Norway and North of Scotland. Also, it snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. Anyway, my Dad being chief make me his successor. This means I become the leader when Dad dies because with the way things are looking; nobody on this island wants me to be their chief. See, we're Vikings, and I'm not like them. I'm short and skimpy, unlike all of my Tribe which is big and burly, yes, even the women. Now, before I mentioned we just got out of a dragon attack. It's true, we live in a world with dragons and apparently, we don't like to share with them.

The Vikings and Dragons are at war with one another, they raid us for food and cause damage, and we try to kill them. Or capture them for learning purposes called Dragon Trainings, which a teen can start at fifteen years old. Me, I never got to do this because my Dad says I'm many things, but a dragon killer isn't one of them. That was two years ago, here I am now at seventeen-years-old and turn eighteen in six months, Dad is supposed to start my Chieftain training then and somehow, I doubt that will happen.

Right, should probably mention why I'm being yelled at, again. So since my Dad wouldn't let me do Dragon Training or really anything at all, my days are spent in the forge with Gobber the Belch; he's our village blacksmith, and the man has taught me everything he knows about forging. I'm usually making repairs or sharpening weapons and Gobber makes them. Tonight, I tried out a new invention of mine that could help in dragon attacks, and it went well, no problems for once. However, I was out of the forge which is where I get put during a raid, so I don't cause trouble. Gobber wasn't in the shop either, and it was unattended. I was only gone for eight minutes, and there was an explosion.

It wasn't caused by a dragon; I didn't see any near it. I rushed to put out the fires, but it spread to other buildings, knocked some things over and soon it took the efforts of the villagers to douse the flames. Of course, the Tribe was not happy because they think I caused the explosion when I didn't. I had done something like this five years ago when I was twelve, and one thing about me is that I never make the same mistake twice. I set the forge on fire once and almost destroyed it with one of my inventions, so I don't know what caused this mess, but it wasn't me.

"Hey now. Lay off the lad, it was an accident," replied a larger man with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Stop defending him, Gobber! This is the second time it's happened and caused MORE damage than the first!" scolded another member of the Tribe.

"Go-Gobber, it wasn't me. I sw-swear it!" I insisted quickly looking at him and my father who was towering over me angrily. "D-Dad, I didn't do this. I-I wasn't even in the forge when it happened, I came over to put the fire out," I tried to tell him.

"You weren't in the forge because you were trying out one of your stupid inventions again! Maybe if you had been in your spot, this wouldn't have happened because someone would have been watching the forge like they were supposed to!" I winced a little at the anger. Okay, true. I was meant to be watching the shop when Gobber was helping in the raid. At that moment, I saw Snotlout and Tuffnut, two teens who were a year younger than me, grinning and snickering. Had they caused the fire and were framing me for it? Of course, I couldn't prove it and no one would believe me anyway.

"Hiccup, the only one who ever causes this much destruction is you," my father, Stoick the Vast, sighed heavily.

"It wasn't me!" I yelled at him.

"I believe him, Stoick. Hiccup does cause a lot of trouble, but an explosion that big couldn't have been created by anything 'Iccup made," Gobber mentioned calmly.

"Chief, enough is enough. The boy is seventeen-years-old and never learns from his past mistakes. We're sick and tired of cleaning up after his messes then fixing his damages or rebuilding completely. Do something about it!" shouted one of the males standing close, I tensed again. What more could my father do to me? Lock me in the house for another six months?

"I say we do what she should have done a long time ago! Get rid of him!" stated Mildew, a cranky old geezer who always suggested the most extreme measure to do with a problem, or in this case, just me.

"Unfortunately, I have to agree with Mildew this time," said another.

"Me too. Your son is a menace, Stoick!" Okay, this was looking bad now.

"He's not a Viking and no good to us. His destruction caused us to take our eyes off the raid, and Thor only knows what those beasts got away with this time," remarked one of the females.

"His mess helped the dragons, Stoick. We're approaching the heavy cold months now, and I'm not risking my life the village's food supply because of him. It's time to remove the problem. Cast him out!" Mildew demanded. My eyes widened, they wanted to cast me out for something I didn't do!?

"Now wait just a minute, Hiccup says he didn't do it, and I believe him. Yeah, he should'a been in the forge but just because he was out, doesn't mean he caused this. That's goin' a bit far to cast him out," Gobber interjected.

"Come on, Stoick. The villagers are done with it, cast the boy out, or we'll force you to step down as chief on the grounds you aren't doing what's best for the island then throw you both out under the new leader's orders," remarked another villager.

"Now you're being extreme," Stoick muttered.

"But not untrue. Unfortunately, Hiccup is always in the forge because you're too busy to watch him yourself and it's not Gobber's responsibility to raise your son. A lot of his faults are on you. This can go a few ways, one; you step down as chief to raise your child, and both can stay. Two, we force you to step down and cast you both out. Or, we cast out Hiccup, and you can stay," someone informed.

"And I believe it goes to the Hofferson's or Jorgenson's who are next to rule," Mildew baited. So it had become an ultimatum for my father; cast me out or lose his position as chief and both of us get thrown off the island. It was a valid law too; if the chief didn't have the village's best interests at heart by abiding by the oath he took upon becoming chief, then the community could vote him out, and the next house on the island with someone of age to take the thrown would become chief. My only question was, did my father love his job more than me?

"Chief Stoick, in the laws it is told that a vote needs to happen to cast a member of the Tribe out," reminded Mooselegs Ingerman, father of Fishlegs who is another teen that is a year younger than me.

"Aye, that be true," Stoick rubbed his beard now.

"Stoick. You know the laws on cast aways, chief. The ex-member has to prove their worth to the Tribe, that they belong in it can offer something useful to our way of life, make life easier and the minimum limit of casting out is five years before they become eligible.," Gobber stated instantly moving next to Stoick.

"What choice do I have Gobber?" Stoick said slowly, and my eyes widened more. He wouldn't. My Dad wouldn't. "The Haddock family has ruled Berk for generations, and I'm not giving it up,"

My heart fell out of my chest it seemed when my Dad said that. "If you cast Hiccup out, the Haddock line ends with you," Gobber scolded.

"Nah. Hiccup will be back in five years, some time out there will make him stronger, and then he can return to the Tribe and take over as chief with a lil training," Stoick insisted. I couldn't believe what he was saying, that it was okay to send me out on my own at seventeen when they didn't even trust me to survive a dragon attack?! "Fine. The laws remain though. There has to be a vote to cast a member off the island," he added. "Those who want Hiccup to stay, move to the right. Those who want him cast out, to the left,"

There were about one hundred and fifty members of the Hooligan Tribe and slowly, everyone one of them step to the left except for twenty who went right. I couldn't believe only twenty people wanted me to stay; Dad, Gobber, the Hofferson's, the Ingerman's, The Jorgenson's minus Snotlout, Bucket, Mulch, Sven, Ruffnut Thorston and her parents, Gothi who is our village elder and healer, then five others.

"There's your vote, Stoick. One hundred and thirty of us want him GONE!" Mildew glared. I watched my father close his eyes and sigh heavily.

"Hang on a second, Stoick. There's another law in our Tribe that prevents you from throwing the lad off the island," Gobber spoke up now.

"What law?" Spitelout inquired.

"Hiccup is still under eighteen; he can't be thrown off the island until he's an adult. That's a law written for all Viking Tribes, and also, Hiccup doesn't know how to survive out there, Stoick. Look, I know what the vote says, but you can't ignore the laws either so since I can't make everyone take back their vote, I have a suggestion," Gobber began.

"I'm listening," Stoick stated.

"Cast Hiccup from the Tribe but let him stay on Berk until he's eighteen. I'll work with him, teach him how to live on his own for the next six months and then if everyone still feels the same, cast him off the island," Gobber proposed.

"Gobber has a point, chief. And also if I can add as a member of your council, the laws for casting out are different if it is for an Heir," Mulch enlightened.

"Aye, Mulch is right, Stoick. If the cast out happens to be the Heir, the minimum limit is only two years before he's eligible to return to prove his place and worth in the Tribe. If you want him to return, then you need to let Gobber teach him life skills beyond the forge," Spitelout mentioned. "Cast him out of the Tribe and lessons on survival with Gobber until he's eighteen. Then when that time comes, we'll send him off the island with the exception he can return in two years to have a go at reinitiating into the Tribe if he can prove his usefulness in it,"

"Very well. I'm sorry, son. I don't have another-" Stoick began, but I stepped back and scoffed at him angrily.

"You did have another option; you just didn't want to give up your job. Whatever then. Fucking spare me your meaningless pity and get it over with," I snapped coldly which took my Dad back a bit. I'd never been one to curse or talk in a hateful manner to anyone, especially my Dad but I didn't need his pity. All this was happening because Snotlout and Tuffnut framed me, and my Dad didn't want to lose his place as chief. Some father I had.

"Hiccup, it's not like that," Gobber tried to reach for me, and I pulled away from him too.

"Then what is it?! I'm getting thrown out of the Tribe for something I didn't fucking do and nobody believes me. You know me, Gobber! You know that I never make the same mist-" I started, but Mildew cut me off.

"Silence boy. Get on with it, Stoick!" Mildew ordered.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, I at this moment cast you from the Hairy Hooligan Tribe. You will gather your belongings and move out of the village limits. Until the time you are eighteen years of age marking adulthood, you will be mentored in survival skills by Gobber the Belch. You will be given one ship and sent off the island of Berk with the option of returning in two years time at a chance of becoming a member once more if you can prove your worth and place among us. As chief of this Tribe, I so decree these orders," Stoick said.

I didn't say a word as I just shoved past everyone to get to the chief's house and pack my things in my bags. It didn't take me long, fifteen minutes at best to gather up my clothes, spare boots, notebooks, pencils, a blanket, sleeping pad, small tent, and pillow. When I finished, I grabbed my bag and tossed it over my shoulder while exiting the house then saw everyone all gathered outside to watch me leave the village.

"I'll take you to the cove, laddie," Gobber offered.

"I know the way and don't worry about those lessons. I'll manage and if I end up dying then who cares," I remarked coldly. "Not like I'll be missed,"

"Hiccup, don't talk like that, son," Stoick sighed.

"I'm sorry, who are you? Don't call me something I'm not. My father wouldn't have let his position as chief get in the way of him being a dad. My dad wouldn't have let these people vote his son to be an outcast on a matter they can't prove. I'll be in the cove below Raven Point, and I'll learn to survive on my own or die trying, but I should be just fine because you have no idea what I'm capable of," I stated while moving towards the trees.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Hiccup!" Snotlout teased. "You'll be dead in two weeks without Gobber's help,"

"I'm sure I'll be just fine. As I said," I got my dagger and flipped it once to be holding the blade, then whipping it in their direction. It landed right between Tuffnut's and Snotlouts feet, making them jump back a little, "You have no idea what I can do. One day, you'll see you made a mistake and the day that happens," I paused with a smirk almost, "You're going to find out exactly what I am capable of and will regret your choice,"

After saying that, I disappeared behind the treeline to start my path to the cove.

=Regular POV=

"I've never seen him like this before," Gobber looked down.

"What do you think he meant by one day we'd find out what he capable of and we'll regret our choice?" Ruffnut Thorston, Tuffnut's twin sister, asked as she looked over to Astrid Hofferson.

"I don't know. I agree with Gobber, I've never seen Hiccup get cold before," Astrid replied as her blue eyes strayed to the dagger in the ground, she picked it up and handed the item to Gobber.

"Leave him be. You know, Stoick, Hiccup was right. You chose your job over your son, and now he's out there by himself. The worst part, if you knew Hiccup at all, then you would know he never makes the same mistake twice. Hiccup set the forge on fire once, five years ago. The lad didn't cause the fire, and you went and blamed him anyway, and now it's too late to take it back," he added before closing his eyes and walking away.

(The Cove)

Hiccup walked for thirty minutes to the cove and sighed heavily while jumping into it and looking around. 'I suppose it'll do. I've got the woods for hunting and the sea for fishing. I know there are caves to get down to the beach, but those are part of the village, so I'll have to think of something else. Might as well set up camp,' Hiccup thought taking an assessment of his temporary home for six months. Suddenly, Hiccup heard growling as he quickly looked around and saw something sitting in the cave across the way. 'Great, so I'm not here alone,' he muttered to himself.

"Uh, hello?" Hiccup mentioned calmly. Then before his green eyes, a dragon jumped out and not just any dragon; a Night Fury. This dragon was rumored never to let it's victims live and never miss a shot; now Hiccup was face to face with the large black dragon. "Hi there, Mister Night Fury. I-I'm not gonna hurt you," he said carefully. The Night Fury walked around Hiccup, sniffing him curiously but growing for him not to move too. Finally, it stopped and sniffed at his bag there where was some bread, and in another fish. The dragon crooned lowly a bit as Hiccup began to understand; the dragon was hungry.

Hiccup moved his hands slowly to the bag with fish and opened it up, tossing the three to the Night Fury. The dragon crouched a little and ate them. "See, it's okay," Hiccup said. The dragon warbled contently now and stared at him while finishing the fish as Hiccup sat down to eat some of his bread with a sigh. The Night Fury sauntered and inspected him. "I don't have a reason to hurt you since you didn't attack me. Don't worry; my former home can't tell me what to do anymore," The dragon nudged against his back and Hiccup looked back. "What are you doing?"

Hiccup glanced over the dragon; it appeared to have a bent wing. "Did you hurt yourself? Is that why you're still here instead of flying off with the others?" The dragon looked at its wing and scoffed a little then looked up in the direction of the village. "Did...the people of Berk do this to you?" Hiccup asked. The dragon growled a bit as Hiccup frowned, so this dragon got hurt because of his old Tribe. "Well, I won't hurt you. They hurt me too by throwing me out because I'm different," Hiccup tightened his fist until it cracked. The Night Fury gave a sad croon to Hiccup.

"You know, I never see more than one of you in the group that raids the village. You remind me of myself; one different in a group of many. Always being alone with no one else like you," Hiccup looked down. The dragon licked his cheek which surprised Hiccup a little; he found a small smile. "You're kind'a friendly for a dragon that everyone says is a merciless killer. Maybe I can do something to help your wing, will you let me see it?" Hiccup asked as the dragon turned a bit and showed it's wing. Hiccup inspected it before gathering some long, firm sticks and wrappings from his bag; he packed them in the case of an emergency, turning out to be a good idea after all.

Hiccup worked carefully to wrap the wing and splint it so the bones could remain still and heal. "There we go. And you can hide out in the caves over there if anyone comes here to see me. I'm sure a few will and when that heals in a few weeks, you can fly again. I'll bring you food for now," Hiccup smiled to him as he received one back from the dragon, a gummy one. "Heh, Toothless. I think that's what I'll call you," Hiccup put his hand out as the dragon pressed it's snout to Hiccup's palm. "You're lucky, you can fly away. I'm stuck here for a while. They'll send me away on a ship in a few months, this cove is just a temporary spot because some law says they can't cast me out until I'm eighteen,"

Toothless warbled and let Hiccup scratch under his chin, then Toothless gave a screech and pointed his head to the sky. "Give your wing a few weeks to heal first, then you can fly away," Hiccup reminded with a smile. Toothless nudged him again, motioning to Hiccup, then his own back, then back to the sky. "What? Leave with you?" Toothless nodded to him once. "Gods, the Tribe would banish me for life and yet," he paused while thinking of the idea, "why the hell should I care? I didn't start that fire and no one listened to me so why should I believe that it will ever be any different if I go back? When your wing feels better, we'll go. I'll show these people how useful and worth I am," Hiccup grinned a little.

Hiccup had made that vow before he left almost an hour ago. One day, they would see their mistake, and by then they will also see what he's capable of. If Toothless could be docile and a friend, so could other dragons. It was all how they were treated. Hiccup didn't threaten Toothless; he was just kind to him. No. Hiccup would leave with Toothless and return some day to show them their mistake. Hiccup refused to stay in the cove for six months knowing he would be thrown off the island anyway. Why wait when he could just take off now with his new best friend? Hiccup made his choice, and he would not prolong the inevitable.