Okay so, this is my first Fanfic (I'd rather read them then write one) but I really wanted to write the movie as if it where a book (Is that legal?) Just tell me what you think, I'd love some positive remarks.

And there's probably going to be a LOT of spelling mistakes, I'm Dyslexic and I'm trying my hardest to make it easy to read, but if you find anything wrong I'll be sure to fix it.

This Fanfic is exactly like the movie, no added characters or anything like that, I just wrote it how I thought it would be written if it where a book. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the movie, they belong to DreamWorks and Cressida Cowell.

Berk: Twelve days North of hopeless and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. The village: in a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. There's fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see most places have mice or mosquitoes, Berk has...

"Dragons" whispered Hiccup to himself as he opened and then slammed the door shut to his house, almost just in time to be scorched to death by a giant, fire-breathing dragon.

The village was being attacked again, by another hungry raid of the vicious beasts. Most people would leave a land so hostile, but not Vikings. They have stubbornness issues.

Hiccup, one of the smallest Vikings to ever live, ran out of his home and off to the black-smith's shop. He ran past many Vikings, carrying axes and hammers and swords, all yelling battle cries while attempting to save their live-stalk. As Hiccup weaved through the Tribe's people and dodged being captured by a dragon someone caught his fur vest.

It was Stoick the Vast. Chief of the Tribe. Stoick was a very large man, with red hair and a massive red beard held together in braids. Legend says that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders.

"What are you doing out?!" Stoick yelled at Hiccup "Get inside," he ordered as he let the teenage boy go and pushed him away. Stoick then turned to a fellow Viking warrior "What have we got?" He asked him.

"Gronkles, Nadders, ZippleBacks, oh, and we saw a Monstrous Nightmare," reported the man.

"Any NightFuries?" Stoick questioned.

"None so far," "Good."

While Stoick was distracted, Hiccup continued to run to the Smith's shop.

"How nice of ya to join the party," Gobber greeted as Hiccup arrived. Gobber was your typical Viking. Big and burly, not the most pleasant face to look at with his fake tooth. He had an interchangeable prosthetic left hand and and wooden peg-leg for a right foot. "I thought you'd been carried off."

"What who me? Nah c'mon I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup gestured to himself.

"Well they need toothpicks don't they?" Said Gobber.

Hiccup had been Gobber's apprentice ever since he was little, or littler, and he wasn't the most pleasant to work with but that's because Hiccup didn't want to be in the shop repairing broken or worn down weapons, he wanted to be outside, killing the dragons which had now burnt down most of the wooden houses already. See, old village, lots and lots of new houses.

Hiccup looked outside and he saw Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and Astrid. He leaned out the window to get a better look at Astrid and what they were doing. Awe their job is so much cooler thought Hiccup as Gobber grabbed him by the vest.

"Oh c'mon, let me out, please? I need to make my mark!" Said the boy,

"Oh you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places," Gobber said setting Hiccup down and poking him in the chest.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better, I might even get a date," Hiccup pleaded, but Gobber was not going to let him go

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one-ah these," Gobber held up a rope with heavy weights on the end, and just as he picked it up a Viking grabbed it out of Gobber's hand and threw it at a Gronkle, bringing it down in mid-flight.

"But this will throw it for me," Hiccup said walking towards an automatic weapon thrower he had been working on, and as Hiccup placed his hand on it the piece of equipment sprung open, launching ropes and weights that happened to hit a Viking standing outside.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talkin' about," said Gobber getting irritated.

"It was a mild calibration issue," said Hiccup.

"Hiccup, if you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all this." Gobber raised his hands towards Hiccup.

"You just pointed to all of me,"

"Yes," Gobber poked Hiccup in the chest again "that's it! Stop being all of you."

"Ohh," said Hiccup "y-you sir are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw Viking-ness contained. There will be consequences!" Hiccup warned, exasperated.

"I'll take my chances," He was disappointed to see how unmoved Gobber was by his warning "Sword, sharpened!" Gobber ordered, ending the conversation and handing the dull blade to his apprentice.

Hiccup brought it to the grinder and started to sharpen it. One day I'll get out there because killing a dragon is everything thought Hiccup.

A Nadder was sure to get Hiccup at least noticed. Gronkles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get him a girlfriend. A ZippleBack, exautic, two heads: twice the status. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen. They call it the NightFury. It never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one has ever killed a NightFury, and Hiccup plans on being the first.

"Man the forge Hiccup, they need me out there," Gobber said changing his left hand to a weapon. He stopped at the door, "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean," and with a loud "YAARGG!" Gobber disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield.

Hiccup, being the misbehaved teenager that he was, grabbed his automatic weapon and ran outside, his intentions set on one thing: kill a NightFury. He ran to a clear place where there were no dragons, noises, or Vikings to distract him, and he waited for just the right time to shoot.

He stared at the night sky and spotted what he had been looking for. Right after the mysterious dragon fired a shot of fire at a nearby tower, Hiccup fired his weapon. He watched the black figure fall to the other end of the island, "I hit it," he said in disbelief "yes I hit it! Did anybody see that?" He asked feeling proud of himself, but when he turned around all his hopes dropped. "Except for you," he told the Monstrous Nightmare as it approached him.

Hiccup then realizing the danger he was in, turned around and ran for his life, screaming along the way. He ran through the village and hid behind a large wooden pole just in time as the Nightmare breathed hot fire towards him.

Just before the Nightmare chomped down on the scrawny boy, Stoick the Vast came to Hiccup's rescue, fighting the dragon until it noticed it was in over it's head, and flew away.

As the fire burned through it, the pole Hiccup was hiding behind fell over and the giant bowl of fire that sat on top of it made it's way through the village. Hiccup flinched as he heard Vikings hollering and screaming as the fire ball tumbled down.

"Sorry... Dad," Hiccup mumbled, watching the hoard of dragons flying away with the Tribe's sheep "OK but I hit a NightFury." Stoick grabbed Hiccup and began to drag him away.

"It's not like the last few times, Dad." Hiccup protested "I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there before it-"

"Stop!" Stoick interrupted. "Just, stop. Every time you step outside disaster falls. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"

"Well between you and me the village could do with a little less feeding, don'tcha think?" Hiccup said using his dry humor that made him so unpopular.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't stop myself! I see a dragon and I have to just, kill it, ya' know? It's who I am, Dad." Hiccup tried to defend himself

Stoick sighed "You are many things, Hiccup, but a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house" He said in a quiet, disappointed voice. "Make sure he gets there," he said to Gobber. "I have his mess to clean up."

As Hiccup and Gobber walked by the other teenagers made fun of him, "Quite the performance," commented Tuffnut.

"I have never seen anybody mess up that badly. That helped!" Said Snotlout.

"Thank you, thank you, I was trying," Hiccup sighed as he passed them with his head down.

When the two got to the Haddock house the sun just started to come up "I really did hit a NightFury," said the boy

"Sure ya did,"

"He never listens!"

"It runs in the family,"

"And whenever he does it's always with this disappointed scowl like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." As Hiccup got to the front door he stood to face Gobber, "Excuse me Barmaid," he said mocking his father's voice "I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish-bone." he finished, putting his head down.

"Now yer thinkin' about this all wrong," Gobber explained trying to comfort his friend's son "it's not so much what yah look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand." Gobber wasn't to smart, but at least he tried.

"Thank you, for summing that up."

"Look the point is, stop trying so hard to be somethin' you're not."

"I just wanna be one of you guys," said Hiccup and he closed the door behind him just to escape through the back door to go and find the rarest dragon that he just so happened to catch.

So, what did you think? Fail, not fail? Well, whatever you thought, review it, and maybe give me a few tips for my next chapter? That would be a great help.

And if I don't get enough response from readers, I might just discontinue this, it takes a lot of my time and I don't wanna waste it by writing a story that no one will read.

I hope you enjoyed :) Review!!