As a spirit dragon appears, Hiccup is taken from the Island of Berk at age five and is fused with the animal that he is taken by and is blasted to an island in which he learns and lives with friends who have also fused with their spirit animal. But what happens when Berk comes calling once more ten years later?

In his chamber, Loki was thinking. He was bored, so he had to do something sneaky and against his stepfather's wishes. He had no idea what it would be yet, but he had an inkling. He had wanted to do something with animals for a little while now, but where was the fun when there were no humans to go along with the humans.

Luckily, Loki had the perfect potion and spell for this prank to work. It was called the handy potion. It would infuse a human to that person's spirit animal. And it would find that animals literal self. The bodies, minds, and souls would be fused together forever.

Loki conjured all of the ingredients and put them into his smallest cauldron. He chanted his spell and the animal figures showed up. There was one Rumblehorn. That should go over well with whoever was bonded to it. The green figure of the Rumblehorn ran and dissipated into nothing.

Then a yellow figure, Monstrous Nightmare. That spirit ran off and disappeared into thin air as the Rumblehorn had done. Then there was a red Nadder. An orange Hobblegrunt dragon. A purple Skrill. And finally, something Loki couldn't believe was a blue Night Fury. He had thought they had gone extinct. Maybe he should make more visits to Midgard.

Hiccup was five at the time that this was happening. It was a stormy day at Berk no dragon could be seen for miles, because of the simple fact that rain and fire don't mix well together and they knew that they would near instantly be murdered if they tread on the island of the Vikings today. Young Hiccup was sitting in the Great Hall to avoid the rain. It was warm inside of the Hall and he got to eat as much as he desired. Even though that wasn't much.

Everyone else was sleeping in their homes or reading to the elders. Hiccup liked to be alone and by himself most of the time. He was a pretty smart five-year-old and he was sure that everyone knew that. He was into books and coloring and drawing and writing. He was creative in his own ways.

He liked the place where he lived. He just didn't really like what the people here did. His parent and all of the people he lived with were killers. Dragon killers to be exact. They killed everything they saw that had wings, a tail, scales and breathe something other than air.

His father was at the top of the dragon killing game. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragons head right off of its shoulders. Did Hiccup believe it? Yes, he most definitely did believe that. Hiccup knew that his father was the strongest of them all. His dad never really had time for him, but Hiccup didn't understand why.

Something in the corner of his eye caught Hiccup's attention. It was a blue figure. It was weird. Then again so was he. It was what he had heard the adults call him to his father and in front of his face sometimes and because he didn't know he didn't know anymore, he really didn't know if it was a bad thing or a good thing that he was considered weird by the rest of the tribe that his father was the chief of.

The blue figure had wings and had two ear things on the sides of its head. it had a pretty long tail that looked as though it had been carved by the gods themselves. It had two wings on the ends of its tail. Then it had spiny plates that ran all down its body.

The only thing that wasn't blue about the dragon was its piercing green eyes that Hiccup could identify with. Hiccup was drawn to the little animal. It wasn't that big and it most definitely friendly looking. It was bouncing around and looked as though it just wanted to play.

Hiccup was surprised that no one else was paying attention to the beast. It was being quite obvious just bouncing around and making all the noise it could. A cute little growl. Hiccup walked over to Stoick and patted his dad leg, "Dad what is that thing?"

Stoick looked down at the tiny offspring that he had produced and was very confused. He quirked an eyebrow and looked over at what Hiccup was pointing at and he saw nothing and shook his head, he looked down at the tiny Viking, "Oh are you playing imaginary? I think it's an elf son. What do you think it is Gobber?"

"Dad I'm not playin-"

"Actually Stoick it looks more like a woodland pixie."

Hiccup huffed in annoyance. Why didn't they believe that there was an actual creature in here? Hiccup walked over to the animal. The creature noticed him. The two locked eyes and Hiccup was mesmerized by the creature's eyes. Hiccup could somehow understand that the creature was by his too.

Suddenly the animal grabbed Hiccup by the arm and flew into the air with the heir to Berk.

"HICCUP!"

The dragon spun into the air and blue light shinned all over the island. Viking's came out of their homes. They all saw Hiccup flying in the airs with a blue light emitting from his back. The little boy screamed in fear and agony. The blast was burning him.

The ghostly dragon released a blast and Hiccup and the dragon was blasting to the north of the world before anyone could think about what they were doing or what was going on.