Disclaimer: I don't own the movie or the story series, How to Train Your Dragon. They are the sole property of both DreamWorks and animation, and its author, Cressida Cowell. Ocs are of my own design, and will add a bit more evil for the Red Death (Read and find out about it; it'll be cool).

Also, I haven't' seen this movie yet, so if things are a bit out of whack from what you've seen, please forgive me on this. So to anyone out there, I had to read a lot of fan fictions, the IMBD quotes, and even check out the Wiki plot on this badboy. Until I can see the flick, which won't be too long, I'll have a better info on it, and update anything I might've misplaced.

How to Train Your Dragon: The Novelization

Chapter 1: The Pests are… Dragons; Hiccup, the Viking no One Likes

A Long Time Ago

Berk

Nestled near the shore ways of the ocean, possibly the Atlantic Ocean, located near somewhere in Norway or Iceland, a large and mountainous island was located. Stone stalactites were lining along the ocean area that surrounded the village of Berk. Carved into them were Celtic and Norwegian figures to make them look like Viking totem poles in a way. One of the carvings had its mouth holding a continuous burning torch in place, never going out at all, even in the night skies as of tonight. The city village itself, which consisted of huts, probably two stories or three levels high, were built along the shore canyon walls that led to the docks down below. And further back beyond the town, connected to bridges was a sort of stone coliseum of sorts.

This, was the Isle and city village of Berk, home of the Hairy Hooligans, one of the mightiest Viking tribes in that location. Berk was only twelve days North and a few degrees south. Some said it was solemnly located on the meridian of Misery… so to speak. It had been there for seven strong generations to come, but every new century, the buildings would always be rebuilt brand new. But like most villages, it had its ups and downs, but mostly a 'pest problem'.

Most locations had mice, mosquitoes, locusts, flesh-eating flies, or babies entering the Terrible Two's. But Berk… it had a much bigger problem…

On one of the grassy plain farms of Berk, the lazy sheep were just grazing and all about. Then suddenly, one of the lambs were snatched up in the blink of an eye, with a huge swoosh in the shadows.

On one of the islands closest to Berk, a lookout tower was standing straight, with only one guard looking outward. Everything seemed pretty peaceful to him… until a small light blue blast shot at one of the ships got his attention. One of the ships began to skink in light blue flames, and then another was bombed down again by the same flames.

He immediately ran over to one of the bells, and rung if furiously, getting the village's attention. Torches and voices rose up as all the Viking men began to work around the clock, preparing for battle.

In one of the larger houses, a young Viking lad was racing down the stairways to head outside. The young lad was a Caucasian Viking, with medium reddish brown hair, with a few tiffs of hair growing down in the back of his neck, and his bangs combed to the right side, but still sticking out spiky and messy, and also green eyes to this unlikely boy. His frame was a bit thin, but not gangly, more like he had the frame of a young runner of sorts. He was dressed in a green long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbow, a brown furred vest that went down and ended at his waist. He also wore brown pants and a brown belt that held them up. But attached to the belt and fastened to his right leg, was a sort of tool pouch. And to finish his look, he had your typical Viking style boots.

In true retrospect, this kid didn't look like your typical Viking teenager. But this young lad was someone of great importance, considering he was the son of the Viking chief of the Hairy Hooligans, Stoick the Vast. This boy was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the 3rd… or to everyone else, Hiccup the Useless.

At this moment, he reached the door, as he was about to head for his usual job, as a Blacksmith under his mentor's teachings. However, as he opened the door, he caught sight of the usual pests that they were all suffering from.

The beast flew down on massive wings with two claws on them, and landed on its black clawed feet. The beast had a long tail, in which was covered in black sharp spines that went from the tip of its tail to the top of its skull, next to its four long sharp horns. The beast had a huge maw full of sharp bladed teeth, and the most fearful yellow reptilian eyes you would ever see. Its whole body was colored black, red, and yellow. This was known as a Monstrous Nightmare; the most ferocious of the…

"Dragons," whispered Hiccup to himself in a distressed tone. He immediately shot the door fast, as the Nightmare blew a powerful blast of fire right at him. The flames only popped out of the top and sides of the closed door, giving the young Viking teen boy some relief as he muttered to himself, "I think I better go out the back entrance."

As soon as Hiccup did get out the back way, did he witness what was transpiring in his village. As he ran through the warring village, he witnessed his own people fend off many different kinds of dragons. One Viking continued to pummel a roundish dragon that flew on wings that fluttered like a humming bird's wings… while they were still in the air. Another dragon shot out fire that would melt the strongest steel, and with a wave of its tail, shot out yellow spikes that stuck to the wall like darts.

But no matter how vicious the dragons were, the Vikings would never give up. This was probably due to some pride they had, a warrior's code to fight to the death, or it was just some random stubbornness issues. Either way, Vikings carrying axes, hammers, swords, or any other sharp weapon, all yelled out battle cries to defend their homes, and their livestock.

"Another raid on our village?" one of the Vikings asked their comrade.

"Aye, it's the 78th this year," a female Viking stated, slashing at what appeared to be a bluish dragon that looked to be more parrot than lizard. "You'd think that after all the beatings and killings we give'em, they'd give up!"

As Hiccup made his way through the village's people, as well as dodged, evaded, and avoided being either burned, bitten, or even captured by a dragon, he was suddenly pulled back by his fur vest. When Hiccup was settled down by his feet, he saw who it was that had grabbed him.

The man was a tall and powerful looking Viking, who nearly dwarfed the boy. He was dressed in a green and brown Viking battle ensemble, with two shoulder guards, and a black cape. He had red hair and a massively large red beard held together by braids. This was Stoick the Vast, the chief of the Hairy Hooligans tribe, leader of Berk, and Hiccup's father. One of the many stories about him, was that when he was only an infant, he ripped a dragon's head clean off its own shoulders.

"What are you doing out here, son?!" Stoick yelled at his son, who slightly flinched from the yell. "Get inside," he ordered as he let him go, and he continued to fight alongside his Viking brethren. As soon as he saw his son was out of sight, Stoick turned to one of his fellow Viking warrior brethren and asked, "What have we got?"

The warrior, recognizing his chief, reported, "Well, sir, we've got Gronkles, Nadders, a few ZippleBacks," then suddenly, one of the buildings erupted, as a Monstrous Nightmare came charging out; its body was all ablaze from horn to foot talons. "Oh, and one Monstrous Nightmare."

Stoick looked around in the skies, cautiously, until he finally asked, "Any sightings of any Night Furies?"

"None so far," the Viking reported. Then suddenly, one of the watch towers were blown apart, by what appeared to be a fast ball of blue flames. The tower's structure collapsed into the ocean down below, as one of the Vikings shouted, 'Night Fury!' and the Viking turned to Stoick as he replied, "Until now."

"Thank Odin," Stoick groaned sarcastically, "Raise the Sky Torches!"

And by that order, a few Vikings lit Olympic torch sized bowls, lighting monstrous fires bright enough to light the skies, as they were being raised up by extendable platform beams.

Gobber's Blacksmith Shop

Hiccup had finally arrived at the blacksmith shop as he ran towards the door and ran inside. He immediately slipped on his blacksmith's apron as he immediately ran to the drop off window, where his employer was waiting patiently. He was what anyone would see in a typical Viking; big and burly, not the most pleasant face to look at. He was a man, almost Stoick's height, but bigger around the midsection; a veritable beer gut. He had blonde hair and a longer blonde mustache that was braided, a mouth with a few unstraightened teeth, as well as a fake tooth sticking out. He wore a yellow sleeveless Viking shirt with brown and white pants that were nearly worn out, a Viking style boot on his left foot, while his right foot was a peg leg, a brown furred vest, a Viking helmet with triangular shaped horns on it. He also had a brown wrist band with several bands going up his right arm, while on his left arm, his hand had been completely replaced by a rope tied interchangeable prosthetic left hand, which was now a pair of coal tweezers. This was Gobber the Belch, a friend of Stoick the Vast, friend of the Haddock Family, and mentor/boss/uncle to Hiccup.

"Well, how nice of ay at join the party," Gobber greeted his young ward, in a thick Scottish accent. "For a moment there, I thought you'd been carried off."

Hiccup stopped in his tracks at his post near the window register. He looked to his mentor incredulously, "What who me? Nah, c'mon!" He scoffed at the very notion as he gestured to himself and flexing, not getting much out, "I'm way to muscular for their taste. I mean, come on! They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well they need toothpicks don't they?" Gobber said, poking harmless fun at the young lad.

For as long as anyone could remember, Hiccup had been Gobber's apprentice ever since he was little, or littler, as the joke would have been passed around. Truth be told, Gobber wasn't the most pleasant to work around with, but that was probably due to Hiccup in a certain way. Instead of working in the shop, repairing broken or worn down weapons or tools, he wanted more than anything to be outside on days like this. Going out there, killing a dragon; it was something of a right of passage for young teenage Vikings, and it was one that Hiccup was sorely missing out on.

Not too far away, Stoick the Vast was helping out with one of the platform raised catapults. Unfortunately, one of the Monstrous Nightmares had made its way to it, jumping on the high beams. It breathed out a stream of flame as it shot up to it, being bathed in the flames. It shot up and landed on the platfrom; its whole body was lit ablaze, but it didn't hurt the mighty creature as it looked at the Viking chief, who was prepared for battle.

"Alright," Stoick responded as he was in battle stance, holding a battle hammer at the ready, "Come and get your brains bashed."

Back at the Shop

Suddenly, an explosion of flame had risen up from one of the houses. This caught Hiccup's attention as he leaned out the window to get a gander. The fire was dying down a bit to get a look at six individuals that were walking away from the fire, and in which one of them flipped their hair as they turned around to face his direction.

One of them was a huge stout and strong fellow, around Hiccup's age group. He was huge in height and big in the midsection, especially the upper region. He wore an all fur shirt that nearly covered his whole body, black pants, and Viking style boots. His cheeks were pretty huge shrinking his face down a bit, with shaggy blonde hair with a small Viking helmet on his small head. This was Fishlegs, an expert on dragon knowledge. Too bad he kept spouting out the information in RPG stats.

On the other side of them, were two teen fraternal twin brother and sister. They were both blonde and had sort of a thuggish look to them, while the girl still looked pretty cute. They both wore the same type of Viking helmet, with which the horns were elongated to look like antelope horns. The male wore a brown fur vest, a gray shirt with a brown belt, with grayish blue pants, brown arm straps from wrist to elbow, and Viking style boots, and had long blonde hair and brown eyes. The female had her long blonde hair braided, two long braids in front, as well as two smaller ones that stuck up like animal ears, and brown eyes like her brother, dark gray armbands that went to her palms and ended at her elbows, as well as armbands on her biceps. She had on a sleeveless yellow shirt skirt held on by a black belt, dirty green pants and dark Viking style boots. The girl's name was Ruffnut, and her brother was named Tuffnut; both were wild, reckless, adrenaline junkies, but not all that bright.

The other one was a blonde of fifteen, who stood out like the others did. Unlike the others, she had a few 2nd degree burn scars on her arms, and on the right side of her face, where an eye patch was placed over her right eye. She had on a red tight sleeveless shirt held by a black belt, gray brown pants, traditional Viking boots, black gloves to hide her hands in, black arm bands on her biceps, a black leather skirt, which had a few strange canisters looped into them. Her name was Syn, a sort of pyromaniac and explosive fanatic, who had a long-term history involving Dreaded Nightmares.

The other one was a boy perhaps a year older than Hiccup. Unlike the others, this guy was a muscle-bound bully, probably just as bright as one, which stemmed he had the mental capacity of a big, dumb, ape. He had slicked back dark brown hair, with a Viking helmet on his head, sporting ram horns. He wore a faded yellow shirt showing off his muscled physic, a dark brown furred vest, with dark black pants, Viking style boots, and brown wrist bands. This fellow was Snotlout Jorgenson, Hiccup's cousin, the only teenager who could excel at being a Viking his own age. For one obvious clue aside from being a complete meathead: he didn't bathe often at all. Well often was being too nice, the last time he bathed was five months ago.

And finally, the last Viking he saw leading the group, was the one that made him melt down into butter. It was a female Viking, only two centimeters smaller than him, but if there was one thing about this girl: size didn't matter with her. She looked very athletic; her body frame was thin for a Viking but she looked pretty agile. She had blonde hair with long bangs that cover the left side of her forehead, and a braided ponytail in the back, and dazzling blue eyes. She wore a leather band across her forehead, and faded bands around her forearms and palms, giving it a sort of boxing style. She also wore a grayish blue tight shirt with armored shoulder pads hooked on the sleeves. She even wore a red leather skirt with spikes and a pouch on her hip, with two small skull pendants on the belt. under the skirt, she wore tight black pants, and brown Viking boots. She was Astrid Hofferson, the toughest, and most beautiful, Viking teen girl that ever existed in this day and age.

And she was the only girl that melted Hiccup on the spot. He looked at her, a dreamy gaze just burning through his eyes as he sighed, nearly wooing out a whisper, "Astrid…" he sighed with once again, deep in thought, 'Aw man, their job is beyond awesome! Wish I could be out there. Along with… Astrid….'

Gobber was getting more of the weapons set up, until he noticed his apprentice leaning out the window. Wondering what got the boy's attention such, he peeked out and saw the other Viking teens, and noticed Hiccup's gaze was solely on Astrid. The Viking just sighed with disappointment; the poor guy's heart would be heartbroken the minute Astrid turned him down.

Deciding to save the young lad, Gobber grabbed him by the vest, gently swinging the boy 180 degrees back into the workshop, "Back to work, Hiccup."

"Oh, c'mon," the boy whined in frustration, "let me out, please? I need to make my mark."

Gobber chuckled a bit, as he set the lad down and poked him in the chest, "Oh, you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places."

"Please, just two minutes. That's all I ask," Hiccup pleaded, "I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. Heck! I might even get to talk to a girl, let alone get a date."

"Hiccup, I hate to tell you this, but you've got zero chance of being any kind of Viking," Gobber stated as he pointed out the many flaws that Hiccup had, "One: you're not physically fit for the job; you're as skinny as a stick, easily breakable. Two: you freeze up whenever a dragon gets close in your face. Three: you can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't thrust, swing, stab, or slice with a sword," he then lifted a pair of bolos, "You can't even throw one of these." And just as he held them up, a Viking snatched those just as he threw at one of the dragons called a Gronkle, bringing it down in mid-flight.

Hiccup had taken notice of this, "Okay, okay. You're right; I can't do any of those things," but then he ran over to where the weapons were as he explained, "But this will throw it for me."

He then revealed an automatic weapon. It resembled a four-wheeled slingshot cannon. Hiccup placed his hand on it, and then the equipment sprung open… launching a set of bolos shooting out the serving window… and striking a Viking standing outside, and fell to the ground all tied up.

Gobber sighed in irritation as he walked over to Hiccup, "See, now this right here, is what I'm talkin' about."

"It-It was just a mild calibration issue," Hiccup defended, "I can fix that. But even if that doesn't work, I've got something to solve the old Shield/Axe/Sword dilemma…"

"Hiccup," Gobber stated as he raised his hands, "If you ever want to get out there, fighting dragons," and then traced his hands around Hiccup, "You need to stop all this."

The two were quiet for a moment, as Hiccup was absorbing this information, until finally, he objected, "You just pointed to all of me."

"Yes," Gobber answered as he gently poked him in the chest, "That's it! Just stop being all of you."

Hiccup had a clueless look on his face, until he mockingly went, "Oh. Ohhhh."

"Ohhhh," Gobber shot right back at him.

"Ohh," said Hiccup, doing his best warning, though a bit exasperated on it, "Y-you sir are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw Viking-ness contained." He finished by jabbing his finger in the air, emphasizing his point. "There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances," Gobber stated monotone and quickly. The young Viking was disappointed to see how unmoved Gobber was by his warning. "Sword, sharpen!" Gobber ordered, ending the conversation and handing the dull blade to his young apprentice.

Hiccup brought it to the grinder and started to sharpen it, and did so as he thought to himself, 'One day I'll get out there. I'll prove myself I can be like the others.' as he skillfully sharpened the blade with much accuracy and amazing strength, despite Gobber's point of him not being able to hold a weapon, 'because killing a dragon is everything.'

He knew every dragon types, well at least the more noticeable dragons. A Deadly Nadder was sure to get Hiccup at least noticed, if he caught or brought it down. Gronkles were tough; not the most pleasant to look at, but they were very powerful; if at all, taking down one of those would definitely get him a girlfriend. A Hideous ZippleBack was one of the more exotic and mysterious of the dragons. After all, it was the only one that had two heads: twice the status. Then there was the Monstrous Nightmare; it was said that only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire, which was their ultimate defense mechanism. No Viking would be crazy enough to get themselves burned like that.

But if Hiccup ever wanted to get noticed as a Viking, especially to the girls, then he'd have to go for the ultimate price. He'd have to go for the most mysterious of them all. The only dragon that had never been seen or recorded in the books: the one they called the Night Fury. From what he had heard about it from Viking rumors, was that it never stole food, never even showed itself, and most importantly: it never missed its intended target. No one had ever seen, let alone, killed a Night Fury, and Hiccup made it his plan on being the first.

Unfortunately, his train of thought was popped as soon as Gobber shouted to get the young lad his attention.

"Man the forge Hiccup, they need me out there," Gobber said changing his left hand to a mace. He jumped out of the registry window as he advised his pupil, "Stay. Put. There. You're smart enough to know what I mean," and with a loud, "YAARGG!" Gobber sprinted out and disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield.

"Got it," Hiccup called out, sounding rather innocent at that moment.

However, being the misbehaved, puberty driven, and crazy teenager that he was, he grabbed his automatic bolo cannon and ran outside. However, he stopped himself as he bonked his head with his palm, "Right, forgot about that."

He ran to the other side of the room and to the work desk. There, he scooped up one of his other inventions that he made. It was a black glove that went to the end of his elbow and had looked modified for something. The back of the palm had been reinforced of a constructed steel plate, with the rings of the fingers reinforced with metal rings. Strapped on the wrist and end of the glove were brown leather belts to ensure that the glove would stay in place. But the odd thing about it, was the isosceles shaped steel plate that was bolted on to the glove on the end, breaking in four different sections.

Hiccup immediately slipped on the glove, and tightened the belts on the wrist and end, making sure the glove was snug on. Afterwards, he immediately bolted right out the door, and at that moment, his intentions were solely set on one thing: spot and take down a Night Fury.

Outside

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.

Hiccup then stared at the night sky, keeping an eye out for his main target: the Night Fury. After what felt like fifteen minutes had gone up, Hiccup sighed as he was on the verge of giving up and heading back to the shop. Luckily, fate had brought him a sack of gold, for the Night Fury was about to make its debut to the boy. At that moment, a mysterious darkened silhouette, in a translucently glowing blue outlining had caught the boy's attention. After that, the mysterious shape fired a shot of fire at one of the other nearby towers, Hiccup beamed.

Hiccup immediately set up the bolo cannon, and took careful aim this time. As soon as the silhouette came into view, Hiccup knew that this had to be the Night Fury. Not taking any chances or waiting anymore, he fired his weapon.

He watched the black figure fall to the other end of the island. "I… I hit it," he said in disbelief. He jumped up, shouting at the top as he never felt more alive at this moment. "YES, I HIT IT!!! Did anybody see that?" He asked feeling proud of himself, but when he turned around all his hopes dropped.

At that very moment, the Monstrous Nightmare had landed with a thud right, smashing the Bola cannon. The mighty and terrifying dragon towered behind the young Viking, then leaned down as a hiss escaped its mighty maw.

Hiccup knew he was in it deep as he gulped, "Except for you."

Hiccup then realizing the danger he was in, immediately brought up his right hand. The strange glove gizmo he had brought along with him was his best shot now. "Okay," he told himself as he balled his fist up, "Oh, Odin. Please let me know if this thing works."

He then flexed the glove's fingers into a claw shape, which caused a snapping sound. Then, a diamond shape of the tip of the plating of the glove shot forward, attached to a bladed part, forming into a three foot sword mounted on the glove. Hiccup held his gauntlet mounted sword up, and shouted as he rushed at the Nightmare, yelling a pathetic war cry. As soon as he was close to it, he brought the blade down and slashed downward.

As soon as he did, he looked down to see what damage had been done. However, nothing happened as the blade did nothing, not even a scratch on the nose of the Monstrous Nightmare. "Note to self: make the sword into a better metal," he muttered to himself.

He then backed away, turned around, and ran for his life, screaming along the way. However, the Nightmare was high on his heels, hissing and roaring as he rampaged after the boy. He ran through the village, dodging all the fighting, to which nobody even bothered to take notice of him, and hid behind a large wooden pole just in time as the Nightmare breathed hot fire towards him.

But just before the Monstrous Nightmare even had the chance to chomp down on the scrawny boy and savor the taste, Stoick the Vast jumped right in front of the Nightmare came to Hiccup's rescue.

Stoick and the Nightmare stared each other down, the two barely only six inches apart. The beast's maw was only an inch open, as it slowly opened its mouth. Stoick turned his face away as his face contorted to disgust. The Monstrous Nightmare's mouth was fully opened as its fangs were dripping with drool as its throat was about to breath out a flame of fire at the Viking. But at the last second, Stoick brought his fist down on the dragon's head, closing it, as he breathed out the flames, little tidbits of the fires seeping out with smoke as the beast couldn't swallow the flames that it was forced to gulp down. It backed away, as it took notice other Vikings, including Gobber, were making their way to the scene.

However, it opened its mouth, about to fire another shot, but all that came out, was a small whiz of flame, and smoke. The dragon went bug eyed at this point as he looked in fear at Stoick, who was smirking as he taunted, "That was your last shot…"

Realizing that it was severely outnumbered, with no shots of fire left, and not wanting to have the same experience that the red-haired Viking had shown it, it immediately took to the skies, retreating with the other dragons that had gotten away.

As the fire burned through it, the pole that supported one of the Sky Torches, and that Hiccup had hidden behind, fell over and the giant bowl of fire that sat on top of it began to roll down. As if Odin had smacked Hiccup in the face, it made it's way through the village. Hiccup flinched as he heard Vikings hollering and screaming as the fire ball tumbled down. Truly, this wasn't the young lad's best day at all, even if he shot down the Night Fury.

Hiccup and the other Vikings watched as the hoard of dragons flew away with the Tribe's sheep. He turned around, looking at everyone's angered stares at him, especially the one that his father was giving him.

Hiccup sighed as he honestly apologized, "Dad… I'm sorry," But he tried to make up for it as he decided to change the subject, "Okay, I screwed up… but I hit a Night Fury." However, those words meant nothing at this moment, as Stoick grabbed Hiccup and began to drag him away.

"It's not like the last few times, Dad." Hiccup protested, trying to get his father's attention. "I mean it. I really actually hit it. You guys were busy, I spotted it after it took down one of the other towers, and I had a very clear shot with my bolo cannon. It went down just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there before it-"

"STOP!!!" Stoick interrupted, as father and son stopped in their tracks. Hiccup nearly was as straight as a board from his father's booming angered voice. Finally, Stoick had calmed down as he scolded his son in a father's tone, "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. The very said humor that made him so unpopular, even if that joke got some of the Vikings, male and female, looking at their guts and trying to suck them in.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" Stoick shot out to his son, as he continued, "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't stop myself!" Hiccup tried to defend himself on this one, but it wasn't getting through to his father, "I see a dragon and I have to just, kill it, ya' know? It's who I am, Dad. I thought that's what you wanted me to be like."

Stoick sighed as he looked hard to his son, and spoke to him in a disappointed but quiet tone, "You are many things, Hiccup, but a dragon killer is not one of them." this earned a little saddened silence between father and son, as Hiccup lowered his head in shame and disappointment to himself as well as to his dad. "Now I expect you to get back to the house," He then looked to Gobber as he ordered, "Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."

Hiccup just sighed in defeat; it was pretty made evident his father wasn't going to listen to him. Gobber padded him on the shoulder as he directed him to the Haddock household.

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.

However, as he walked away, he took notice of Astrid, who was sitting on one of the walls next to the teens, fiddling with her battle ax. It was for a moment that Hiccup realized she wasn't one of the other poking fun at him. She stopped looking at her ax and looked at him for a moment. He thought that she would say something to make him feel worse… or hopefully feel better. But she said nothing as her glance to him was fast as she glanced back at her ax. With that, Hiccup sighed in defeat as he looked back, with Gobber escorting him back to his home.

As the two left, Stoick looked to his son, with a saddened disappointed look on his face, until a voice spoke up, "It's just so disappointing that they don't grow up the way you want them to. Isn't it, Stoick?"

Stoick turned around, and wasn't all that pleased to see who it was. It was a Viking, much like Hiccup would be; skinny, not much of a brawler at all; he was around thirty or forty years old, but only a little muscled. Much like an athletic runner with his upper body matching up to it. He had brown mid length hair cut in the shape of a bowl, with a braid on the left side of his bangs. Exposed on the right side of his forehead, a mole was spotted, and he had a short beard. He was dressed in a brown and red Viking uniform, which befitted more than a priest than a Viking warrior. He had a brown cloak with a hood to it as well, brown arm bands that went to his elbow, and on his hands were dark fingerless gloves. His boots also had leather straps on the ankle parts, and on his belt was a rope wrapped in a spiral, and apparently a thick wooden sword of sorts, that looked to be of Asian design for some odd reason, considering he was Norwegian than Asian. This was Unfer Gedloff, an outcast of sorts, but one of the advisors of the Berk Council, considering of his frame, he had somehow managed to pass dragon training as a teenager. Unfortunately, he wasn't the most liked of all the Vikings, for obvious reasons. He used his brains much like Hiccup, and everyone just seemed to treat him as scum between their toes.

"If Hiccup's to become the next Chief," Unfer half-smirked, mocking the mighty Stoick as he crossed his arms, "… then I fear we're all doomed."

"Unfer," Stoick said the name with much venom in it, "I'd be careful where to tread on your words."

"Well, look at it this way," Unfer stated with a satisfied smile as he pointed to Hiccup's leaving form. "After you've outcasted your son and I'm the rightful chief of Berk, you'll have that much more time to spend with your pathetic excuse of a son."

Stoick looked at the thin Viking with much seething hatred at this point. But regained some calm as he asked, "Before I tear your spine out, and put it back through your throat, I just want to ask: Why do you want to be Chief?"

"Not much," Unfer stated, but made a list of reasons, "Well, for starters: I'm better looking, aside from your son, I'm deceitfully smart, albeit I'm more ruthless… and, I want the power to have everyone, including all the muscle-bound idiots that have picked on me since my childhood, to do what I say. Even if they fear me."

However, he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt, by Stoick, as he threatened the thin Viking, "Well, by that time, Hiccup will be the Viking I know him to be, and you'll still be in line."

Stoick shoved him aside, as he walked away, leaving Unfer on his butt. The other Vikings laughed aloud at the outcast Viking as they all left him in the dust. Unfer glared at the Viking chief's retreating form as he grumbled, but with a dangerous glare, and letting out half a smirk, as he whispered, "Dream while you can."

Haddock Residence

The House of Haddock was a three-story house that had looked like it had never been touched by the fires of the dragons. Thought it was probably because it was easy to rebuild to make it look like nothing had happened. When the two got to the Haddock house, the sun just started to come up. At the point, Hiccup was still fuming out on his past deed, in which no one, not even Gobber believed in, "I really did hit a Night Fury."

"Sure ya did," Gobber mumbled as he rolled his eyes, not believing it at all.

Hiccup shouted in disbelief, "He never listens!"

"It runs in the family," Gobber mumbled.

He then stopped at the door as he shot out, "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, and then began to mock in his father's voice, trying to do his best to copy a Scottish accent, "Excuse me Barmaid, 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, as he mumbled, "And… he's right."

"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. Hiccup at least brightened up a bit as a small smirk escaped the lad's lips, "Thanks, for summing that up."

"Look the point is, stop trying so hard to be somethin' you're not," Gobber advised, and then walked to wherever his home was, leaving the boy to go into his home.

"I just wanna be one of you guys," Hiccup said sadly, 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.

Next Chapter: Kill or Release the Night Fury; Father and Son's Deal

Well, this is the First Chapter of the Novelization that I'm trying to do. That said, I have one complaint I'd like to make to those of Youtube: Why hasn't anyone made a HTTYD amv with the song, Kings and Queens performed by 30 seconds to Mars? That song would go great with this movie.

Unfer Geldoff: David Thewlis