I don't think I've ever dorked out about a movie as much as I have for this one. For some bizarre reason, I am shamelessly obsessed. And what's not to love? I'm sure that you agree, since you're reading a How To Train Your Dragon fanfic. So I'll just dive right in then.

Info: Hiccup has stumbled his way into Viking history, and into the heart of Astrid. And while their relationship is relatively platonic, Snotlout can't handle sitting on the sidelines and watching anymore. Taking matters into his own hands, he decides to get our Littlest Viking Hero out of the way once and for all.

Warnings: Violence, language, blood

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Introduction - in which Snotlout has a revelation.

Snotlout's POV:

It's about damn time these people start recognizing all I do for them. And why is it so hard, I wonder, for any of them to recognize it? I break my back just to show them how great I can be, how I would make such a great Viking leader. But no, they all decided to flock to that little cripple runt, to fawn over him for "saving us all". Um, hello? It was me up on that great dragon's head, me bashing it's eyes in. And did anyone even notice how I totally jumped off onto the twin's dragon in mid-air?!

No, of course they didn't. Because Wonder Boy decided to show up and steal all the spotlight for himself. If I had known that little shit was going to ruin my shot at fame, I would have drop-kicked him off a cliff and let him freeze to death in the ocean.

... Heh. That's actually a pretty good idea. And don't look at me like that. What, you think I can't come up with stuff? I'm smart, you know. Just the cool-smart. Not loser-smart.

Like Hiccup. Damn him to hell, there and back so I can send him there all over again. What has he ever done that's so great? I could have killed that huge-ass dragon if I wanted to. I could have done it without losing my leg.

And Astrid. Astrid! She was my girl, and she gets swept off her feet by someone who can't even lift a sword with one hand! What on earth, what in Thor's name is so attractive about Hiccup that she would choose him over me? I'm like, the perfect viking, how can she not see that? Plus, my dragon is about a billion times cooler looking that that dumb Night Fury. I could take Hiccup in a fight, with or without dragons!

... Though, maybe it might be faster without. And more inconspicuous. (Haha, see? Big word. Told you.) So I think that's just what I'm going to do.

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Chapter one - in which the chase begins.

Hiccup had gotten used to the taste of earth. He had fallen from Toothless' back while trainings so many times that the soil and grass and pond water had almost become a complete part of his diet.

So why now was it so hard to stomach? The small Viking struggled to push himself back to his feet, to overcome the vertigo of tumbling head over heel upon hitting the ground. But the world shook and tilted dangerously beneath him, and he lurched to the left, collapsing back down. Head twirling, he rolled onto his back stiffly and stared up at the sky in a daze. The gloaming of the late evening filled the air above him, occupying the rare and brief days of summer that could actually be considered warm. A flash of black swept over him, but he couldn't bring himself to look around to see what it was. Part of him knew, anyway.

Something nudged his right arm, prompting him to close his eyes tightly. He didn't want to move, not after that. An ache was forming up his left arm as another nudge shifted his right. The flat, warm surface stayed against the limb this time, and a rumbling coo filled the buzz of summer air. At the tail-end of the moan, the pitch rose suddenly in a curious manner. What's wrong?

"Aaugh," Hiccup groaned, letting his tone shift to unsteady laughter. "Nothing, buddy. Just hurt my arm that time."

Familiar with the fragility of humans - especially his - Toothless, looked down at the arm Hiccup was holding before raising his pale eyes back up to his face. Then, after a moment of consideration while watching Hiccup stand, he rose back to his normal height and turned, offering Hiccup a chance to mount the saddle.

"Thanks," the human muttered, climbing up onto his back while minding the arm. It throbbed, just enough for Hiccup to notice, but not enough for him to care. After all, he was a Viking: prone to injury, danger, pain. The thought made him smile a bit, knowing how foolish it was to ignore an injury, but not caring. His father wouldn't want to hear him whine, after all.

"Let's go then," he sighed, "I bet I can guess what dinner we're about to miss."

His smile remained, aware that they had the same thing almost every night: meat. Toothless gurgled a sort of response before pushing off the ground, taking flight easily with the aid of the warm wind. As the earth dropped farther and farther away, Hiccup wrinkled his nose and turned his head away from the wind, spitting out some dirt and watching it fly into the great blue that surrounded them. The small bit of spit glinted in the sun as Toothless banked left toward Berk, the thirty minute walk cutting short to a five minute fly over all the trees and boulders. It was a beautiful evening, spit and dirt aside, and somewhere deep in Hiccup's chest, he felt a rush of happiness surge up to comfort the pain in his arm.

"I'm sure it's nothing," he said in regards to his arm, leaning forward so that Toothless could hear. With the exception of an ear twitch, the dragon made no sign that he was listening.

"And anyway, if it is something, then I'll probably find out in training. And then it'll look like I got it there." Then, with some thought, he added, "Hey, maybe Astrid will think that's cool. Ya think?"

Toothless groaned and dropped into a descent as the peaks of houses came into view beyond the tree line. Hiccup leaned back, lost in his own head, and watched the village spread itself out as they drew near.

Without warning, Toothless tucked his wings in and made a sudden barrel roll to the left, drawing a startled cry straight out of Hiccup's chest. Flailing, the boy struggled for a minute before Toothless righted himself, giving the young Viking an opportunity to get his grip.

"What the hell, Toothless?!" Hiccup cried, eyes narrowing accusingly before the intense heat of a fireball blew passed him, traveling skyward. He cried out again, his voice breaking into a squeak. Snapping his head around, he saw a blur of red shooting toward him before Toothless dove, spiraling into a tight screw-dive. Overcoming the shock, Hiccup threw his body forward into position, bracing for the ridiculous amount of maneuvering that the Night Fury was capable of.

A skin-ripping roar followed them down toward the tree tops before Toothless leveled into a horizontal fly. Taking his chance, Hiccup looked up and over his shoulder at the familiar dragon, surprised that every inch of the Monstrous Nightmare was on fire. From experience, he had learned that they old did that when extremely angry, and to his knowledge there hadn't been any news of bitter dragons lately. So what was going on?

The wind pulled at his hair now, making him work to stay in position and not be blown clear off of Toothless' back.

"We have to get away from the village!" Hiccup called over the rush of air. Almost immediately, Toothless banked left again and shot back out over the trees in the direction they had come, toward the unpopulated side of the island. The Nightmare released another cry and made suit, not built for flying as fast as a Fury, but without the mentality to accept defeat. Unable to shake it without changing course and heading out to sea, they kept their distance and avoiding the one fireball it spat at them with ease.

"You've got to be kidding me," Hiccup groaned, having since overcome the shock of the initial attack. He loosened his grip on the handles of the saddle before the terrible realization caught up with him; his arm was throbbing. Having been knocked around even further when the Nightmare made itself known, the pain was twice as terribly as it had originally been. Tucking it against his stomach and leaning over it, Hiccup held fast to the saddle and clenched his teeth.

"We have to lose this thing, Toothless," he said, his voice low enough for the dragon to pick up on the severity of the situation. Without both hands, Hiccup couldn't fly well, and with the pain distracting the human (as Hiccup was prone to any sort of distraction,) it wouldn't bode well to challenge the Monstrous Nightmare.

Toothless gave a swift nod and burst into a faster speed. Eventually, the thing would tire out and stop it's chase. As the thought presented itself to Hiccup, however, a familiar voice echoed passed them.

"Too coward to face me, Hiccup?"

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Well, the first chapter to my first story is officially done. I hope it's not too long for anyone. If it is, please let me know. D: Also, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors.

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