Hidey ho, Neighbor! I got this idea after watching "How to Train Your Dragon" twice. I just thought that movie was awesome. Naturally I had several ideas as of how to make my own version and I think I got a good start here.
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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 sink 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 swimmer or runner of sorts. He was dressed in a black sleeveless shirt, a gray-furred vest that went down and ended at his waist. He also wore black 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, which only carried a book that he used for communication and to take notes. 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 Horrendus Haddock III or to everyone else, Hiccup the Mute.

Ever since his mother had died on a raid when he was six, he had lost his voice due to the trauma of hearing the scream of his mother as she was burned alive on the ship, while he was unable to do anything on the docks. He had been trying to re-learn how to speak, making slow progress. He could make noises, like grunt or sigh, but not actual words. He was under the process of learning the secret legend of the Covenant, a clan of telepathic magic-users that she was descendant from. He had trained under her teachings until she died, he then began teaching himself about his mysterious power and had learned much about his abilities and limitations for those abilities.

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!" Hiccup thought to himself in an annoyed tone. He immediately shut the door 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 thought, "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, Stoik 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.

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 whould 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 ya ta 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, while pulling out his book and a stick with a charred end. "What, who me? Nah, c'mon!" He showed his writing and 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.

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 short 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 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 Viking 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 "Astrid…" he sighed once again, deep in thought, 'Aw man, their job is beyond awesome! Wish I could be out there. Along with… Astrid….' He obviously had a huge crush on her, he just had to act the fool and nonchalant, even cold to her to keep up his "weak mute boy" cover.

Gobber was getting more 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 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. You don't wanna blow your cover that you've built up, do ya?"

"Oh, c'mon," The boy mentally whined in frustration, "Let me out, please? I need to make my mark." He wrote in bold letters to emphasize the importance of his statement.

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, despite your powers; you're as skinny as a stick, easily breakable. Two: you freeze up whenever a dragon gets close in your face, temporarily, but enough time in between to get your head bitten off. Three: you can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't thrust 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, except for the weapons part! You know damn well that I made my own weapons." But then he ran over to where the weapons were as he explained, "Besides, this will throw the bolos 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 was just a mild calibration issue," Hiccup defended, "I can fix that."

"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, then turned attempted serious. Gobber raised a brow curiously.

Hiccup, writing his best warning, though a bit exasperated on it, "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! As deemed by the blood of the covenant."

"I'll take my chances, you're skills with your magic are fearsome, i'll give you that. But you can't use it for long and we both know it." 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 sighed and his eyes turned charcoal black, sclera, iris, and pupil. The sword suddenly hovered onto the grinder and started to sharpen itself, and it continued to do 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 as he could, 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 one they called the Night Fury. From what he had heard about it from vikign 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.

Hiccup raised an arm and continued to stare at the hovering sword, seeming rather innocent at that moment.

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

He ran to the other side of the room and to his personal work desk. There, he scooped up one of his other inventions that he made. It was a black-plated bracer that went from the back of his hand to the bottom of his elbow. He also grabbed a long bundle and unwrapped it, revealing a gold-hilted, double-edged, straightsword in a black sheath, christened Ebony. He pulled the sword out to reveal that the blade was as black as his eyes and razor-sharp. It wasn't like any other sword that he, or anyone else, had ever made, as it was forged from a meteor that had fallen from the sky several weeks back. Nobody had seemed interested in it, so he decided to haul it back to the village and make something useful out of it. His creations consisted of the sword in his hand, a large knife that was half the size of his sword, christened, Jet, which was currently tucked into his vest, a double-edged axe, some throwing knives, the bracer on his left arm, and one other creation that he had made that he made sure nobody saw. He looked longingly at a large wrapped object leaning against the wall. "Soon, Obsidian. Soon you'll cleave through the light of day." He took a moment to examine Ebony's blade. The metal seemed very light but it was stronger than the toughest steel as far as his tests could confirm. 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 thought in disbelief. He jumped up, if he could, he'd be shouting at the top of his lungs, as he never felt more alive at this moment. "YES, I HIT IT! Did anybody see that?" He wondered, 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 behind the young Viking, as he sighed, "Except for this guy."

Hiccup then realizing the danger he was in, immediately brought up his right hand to the hilt of his sword on his back. His fingers wrapped around the hilt and he pulled it out. The black blade gleamed in the fire's light and the light of the full moon above them as he held it out in front of himself, threateningly. However, the dragon continued to approach him. "Okay." He mentally told himself as he balled his left fist up, "Oh, Odin. Please let this work."

He grasped the hilt with both hands and used his small size to slip under the dragons chin to deliver a futile kick to its lower jaw. The Nightmare growled before snapping at him. Hiccup flipped his sword underhanded and swiped it at the Nightmare's mouth, he managed to slice off a fang, but nothing else. It proved effective as the dragon threw its head back and yowled in pain. The creature then fixed its reptillian eyes on the small human before him and clawed at him. Hiccup held up his left arm and the Nightmare's claws clashed against the metal plate of his bracer. It didn't harm him but he was sent to the ground anyway, his sword flew into a boulder and sunk down to the hilt. His eyes turned black again and the boulder rose and flew into the dragon's face, sending it to the ground in a daze. He used his power to recall Ebony into his hand and he looked at the tower behind him. He slashed the base of the tower at an angle that would drop it on the Nightmare, and hopefully kill it and get him some good attention.

It fell on top of the Nightmare with a loud crash, getting the attention of the rest of the village. He sheathed his blade and turned around, moving to go through them and head back to the forge to recieve a lecture from his father and Gobber, for his disobedience. He stopped dead when there was a crash behind him, he turned to see the Monstrous Nightmare lunging for him with its teeth shining in the moonlight. 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, showing a half-missing fang. 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. Realizing that it was severely outnumbered, 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.

"Alright, I managed to get a little something out of that, though. I wonder what I can make out of this." Hiccup thought as he picked up the Nightmare's fang and held it in front of his face.

Hiccup continued on that train of thought as the other Vikings watched as the hoard of dragons flew away with the Tribe's sheep. He stood and turned around, looking at everyone's 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 and got a Nightmare's fang." 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 by levitating the book in front of his face. "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 dropped his book and 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 wrote in an attempt at dry humor. The very said humor that made him so unpopular.

"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, try to kill it, ya' know? It's who I am, Dad."

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. 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.

Hiccup sighed as he passed them with his head down. He suddenly held up his hand and snapped his fingers. The boys suddenly hovered a few feet and their heads slammed together, knocking them out.

As the two 'slept', Stoick looked to his son, with a saddened disappointed look on his face.

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. Though 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." He wrote.

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

Hiccup began pulling his hair 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 furiously write, "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 book down on the table and his head in his hands. "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, Asshole."

"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 wrote 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. He wasn't about to give up; if he could bring back at least the head of the Night Fury, then things might have been different. However, he didn't know that change would come to him just by encountering this unseen dragon.

Berk Council Hall

While Hiccup ran through the forests of Berk, searching for the Night Fury, Stoick the Vast was leading a meeting, discussing to the other adult Vikings about what they had to do about these dragons.

"Either we finish them or they finish us!" Stoick calmly yelled out to the other Vikings, his voice echoing throughout the stone building. "It's the only way we'll be rid of them," He plunged his knife into a map of the surrounding oceans, right where the dragons' nest was thought to be. "One more search before the ice sets in. If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will have to leave, they'll find another home."

However, one of the warriors was uncertain, as he stated a firm reminder. "But those ships never come back."

"We're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard," Stoick stated, tossing away all fear. "Now who's with me?" He looked at the room full of Vikings, no one seemed to agree with him at this point. Either they thought the plan wouldn't work, or they were just too afraid. "Alright," he said, sighing at the quiet, "Those who wish to stay… will simply have to have the honor of looking out after my son, Hiccup."

It was only until Stoick had uttered his son's name, did the room burst with agreements and battle-cries.

"I'm with you, Stoick!" yelled Spitelout, Stoick's second in command; he was also his brother and Snotlout's father, making Hiccup his nephew.

"That's more like it." the chief replied, very satisfied with both the response and to himself.

The room began to empty as the Vikings left, leaving just Stoick and Gobber. "Alright, I'll go pack my undies," Gobber stated with a smile on his face, as he stood up getting ready to leave the room. He then switched his prosthetic hand with a large wooden mug.

"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits." Stoick walked over to Gobber, who sat down again.

"Oh perfect, and while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the store," Gobber said sarcastically, taking a swig from his mug, even as his fake tooth fell into the mug, "Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?"

Feeling lost, Stoick sighed as he turned to his best friend and asked, "What am I gonna do with 'im Gobber?"

Gobber thought about it for a moment, and calmly shrugged, "Put 'im in training with the others," Answered Gobber.

"He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of it's cage," Stoick protested. "He's not strong enough for this kind of…"

"Oh ya don't know that," Gobber defended.

"I do know that," Stoick insisted.

"No ya don't"

"No actually I do."

"No ya don't!"

"Listen, you know what he's like. From the time he could crawl he's been, different. Since his mother's death, he's been mute and he's been practicing her magic. He's got it down pretty well, according to the stories she told me about when she was learning about it. But it, alone, isn't enough." Stoick sighed in frustration, and turned to look away from Gobber, "He doesn't listen; he has the attention span of a sparrow. I take 'im fishin' and he goes hunting for, for trolls."

"Trolls do exist!" interrupted Gobber "They steal yer socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?"

"When I was a boy..." Stoick started.

"Oh, here we go." muttered Gobber to himself, as he took another swig from his mug.

"When I was a boy," Stoick started again, ignoring the groan, "My father told me to bang my head against a rock, and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him, and you know what happened?"

"You got a headache?" Said Gobber, unamused, while trying to fish out his fake tooth which had fallen into his mug.

"That rock split in two," Stoick said, ignoring Gobber. "It taught me what a Viking could do. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! Even as a boy I knew what was, what I had to become. Hiccup is not that boy."

"You can't stop him Stoick, you can only prepare him," Gobber started as he began to finish, "I know it seems hopeless but the truth is you won't always be around to protect 'im. He's gonna get out there again. He's probably out there now."

Stoick looked to his friend, and then turned away in thought, lost in it was more like it.

Later On

Deep in the Forests of Berk

Through the thick and darkened forests, the young Viking in talk back at the council was fervently searching all over for his game. Hiccup had made his way throughout the islands, keeping track of where he had been in his pocket book. Putting X's on a map of where he had looked for the dragon, and so far, it was without any luck. Frustrated, he scribbled out his map and put it away in his vest.

"Oh, the Gods hate me. Everybody else does," He miserably thought, "Some people lose their knife or their mug." He then sighed in frustration as he hit a tree branch out of his way, "No, not me! I manage to lose an entire dragon!" And then to make matters worse for himself, that very same branch he swatted away, came back and smacked him hard in the face.

Hiccup grunted as he rubbed the sore spot he was smacked in before yanking out his sword and cleaving the branch off the tree.

He groaned as he glared up at the tree, and realized something as his anger subsided. The tree had been snapped in half; almost as if something large and heavy plowed right through it at an angle. Then he realized that must have been the case, for underneath it, a deep trail was cut into the ground, like something had crash-landed there, similar to that meteor that he made his weapons out of.

Hiccup crawled down the path; hoping that it might have been the Night Fury's body. It ended just as it met a small hill going down. He peered over the edge, just to immediately disappear back behind it. Slowly looking over again, he saw a black motionless figure lying on the ground, tangled in ropes of his own bolo cannon.

The beast was definitely dragon in design and function. The beast's wingspan must have been fourteen to sixteen feet, and the dragon itself was large and sleek, adding to its tail's length as well. Its scaly body was completely colored black; its design was something similar to perhaps a newt, or possibly a dog due to the legs design. Hiccup also took notice that aside from the main large wings, there was a second small set of wings behind the main ones, and the tail had sort of wing-like tips at the end… or at least one wing-like tip. Aside from that, Hiccup also took notice that it had a short neck and, unlike other dragons, it had no nose horn. It even had two floppy like ears, along with two floppy flesh parts in the back of its head that resembled horns of such, and underneath the bigger ones were a pair of mid and small earlike flaps. From the top of its skull to the mid part of his tail, there were small scale fringes. And, for a moment, Hiccup thought that he had seen one of the eyes open, to reveal them to be a catlike green.

He reached into his vest to take out Jet. With his weapon out and about, he slowly and cautiously made his way down the hill, hiding behind a rock before walking up to the unmoving creature.

"Oh-oh wow. I did it," Hiccup smiled at this accomplishment, walking now close to six inches of the body of the fallen Night Fury. "Ohh, I did I! This fixes everything! Yes!" He then placed his foot on the dragon's belly, feeling extremely proud.

But his victory was short lived, for as he realized too soon, the dragon stirred underneath him, and began to breath heavily.

He looked over to the dragons head and gulped as his face went pale and his eyes bulged out of his skull. It wasn't his imagination when he thought he saw his eyes open; one large green eye stared at Hiccup. Hiccup jumped back, nearly falling over on his butt, had he not regained his balance. It seemed that the Night Fury had not made any attempts to free itself, or any attempt to attacking him.

The dragon made low rumbling noises, and Hiccup held his blade out, positioning himself in front of it. "Alright, I'm… I'm gonna kill you, Dragon," He thought uncertainly, not sure if he was gonna make good on his threat, "I mean it… I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking," He mentally whispered, holding his shining black blade up, attempting to thrust the blade deep into the dragon's chest. But then, he finally thought, "I am a Viking!"

It was when he did this, he took notice that the Night Fury looked up at him, and noticed that its eyes were full of fear. 'I… I can do this,' he thought to himself, his right hand was starting to shake with uncertainty, 'No! no, I can't flake out on this. I can do this!'

Hiccup took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and held the blade in place, almost scratching the surface of the dragon's underbelly. He held his arm with his left hand, steadying it in order to stop shaking as he readied to plunge it deep into the heart. He opened his right eye and looked at the black beast. It looked so frightened, and as Hiccup closed his eyes once again and prepared to strike, the dragon's head lolled back and it's eyes shut, almost accepting its fate.

Hiccup let out a huge groaning sigh, as he brought down the jet-black blade… away from the dragon's belly. Hiccup just sighed as he looked at the Night Fury, no longer able to kill the helpless dragon. He looked at the ropes that bounded it together, and thought, with regret dripping from his thoughts and his face, "I did this."

The Night Fury's eyes were close tightly, awaiting its fate. Until it heard a snapping sound as its eyes shot open. The dragon looked to see what was going on and was slightly shocked. Hiccup's eyes turned black and he had sat down by a rock and the blade was moving on its own, and began to cut the ropes that held its claws, teeth, and wings contained.

As he did this, the Night Fury's mind was buzzing all over with questions. It was prepared to die, and now this young Viking was sparing its life. This was very unexpected. Why did this human spare it?

"Okay," Hiccup thought to the dragon, almost as if he knew it could hear and understand his, thoughts "Just one more and you're free."

However, it wasn't gonna be that easy for Hiccup, not until the last rope was cut. Once the dragon was free, it lunged right at him. The Night Fury restrained him against the rock the young lad snuck up, with its claws right at his neck. The dragon stared at Hiccup with its large, vibrant catlike green eyes, filled with anger. Hiccup struggled under the dragon's hold, failing to free himself he looked at the dragon.

The dragon opened its mouth, revealing rows of sharp white teeth. Hiccup gulped, knowing full well that this would be the part, where the Night Fury would probably either burn him into cinders, or simply give him a slow death by biting the flesh off of his face. However, none of that happened at all, for at the last second, it loosened its grip on Hiccup and let out a ferocious roar. Once it was satisfied with itself, it took off into the forest. It attempted to fly away, however, for some odd reason, it hit rock cliffs and trees, until it fell somewhere deep in the forest.

Breathing heavily, Hiccup willed Jet into his hand, using it as leverage to help himself stand up. However, the situation that he had put himself in, caused all the strength in him to simply drain into the ground. He made it not even three steps before his knees became wobbly, and his legs gave out underneath him. He then lost all his strength, physically and mentally, until finally, he fainted, and everything went black for him.

A Little Later

When he had finally woken up, he had realized it was almost dark. He thought all that had just happened was a nasty dream, and that maybe he had just fallen asleep. Walking around the forest until dawn could do that to a young teenager of sixteen. But as he climbed the hill and saw the path that tore up the ground, he suddenly realized that everything that had just happened… was real.

Not wanting to stick around until the Night Fury would attack him in revenge, he ran out of there, and kept running, unaware of his surroundings, and didn't care much about that. All he did was just traveled in a straight path, in his mind he was reliving what had just happened over and over again.

Back in the Village

Haddock Household

When he arrived at the village he realized that he couldn't kill dragons. "But why?" He thought "Why didn't… No. why couldn't I kill that dragon when I had the chance? Why...?" He then scratched the back of his head, even deeper thoughts were nagging at the back of his head even more, "And why didn't it kill me? I thought it would have taken the liberty to just bite my head off. So why didn't it?" His mind trailed off and he reached his home. He didn't want to confront his father so he planned on sneaking upstairs to his bedroom without Stoick noticing.

He opened the large wooden door, as quietly as he could. As he snuck in as quietly as he could, he saw his father, sitting down in his deer and moose skinned recline chair. He just sat there, poking at the hearth in quiet thought. This was just what Hiccup needed, and he started to run up the stairs.

"Hiccup," Stoick calmly called to his son, easily noticing his return.

Hiccup stopped in his tracks at that moment. His face filled with regret and dread at this point.

"I need to talk to you, Son..." Stoik said.

Later in Hiccup's Room

It was the first door in the hallway upstairs as he turned the knob, and opened the door. As soon as he got in there, he looked around his room.

It was a simple design for his room; his bed was in the middle next to the left side of his room. His desk was on the right side with a sketchbook with many designs in it, as well as tools strewn about it. At the end of the room was a circular window, big enough for a person to get out with no need to squeeze through. There were a few bear skinned lounge chairs in the corner to where the window was, along with a few books about Dragons, fighting, atop an antler table next to one of the chairs. The walls were covered in posters about great Vikings and their victories, and a few maps of the world's greatest locations to where dragons were located.

Hiccup walked over to his desk and sat down at the chair. He heard his father's snore echo through the house. His eyes turned black and he suddenly growled and punched his desk, making a hole in the wood like it was paper. "How dare he, that bastard! He wouldn't listen to me if his life depended on it. I couldn't get a chance to write two lines, let alone a counter-argument." He sighed in frustration before turning to where his sketchbook was. Immediately, he pulled out a pencil of sorts, and leaned over his desk and started to draw.

After a few minutes, Hiccup had drawn a black and white picture of the Night Fury; very accurately and with much detail to it. He then posted it next to the one of Astrid. He leaned on his chair as he looked at the picture of the Night Fury he had released. He looked at the picture, both with fascination, and a little depressed. He figured that even though he told himself that he would see a dragon like that again, he knew that it was easier said than done.

He then looked at the picture of the dragon, and thought hopefully, "I hope I can see you again."

(A.N: The sword, Ebony looks like a black bladed SOLDIER 2nd class sword from FFVII.

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