A/N: I do not own HTTYD. This is an AU. SO this is just a story and does not mean anything about the film. Please review. NO FLAMES.

"Ten years…ten years ago I left this place. I spent half my life being abused and tormented by everyone on this damned place, and now I have to return. Not my idea of a safe haven. This is no place for my people." A young man thought to himself as he watched from a distant cliff. The man stood around nearly six feet in height. He was wearing a dark leather jacket, which had many pockets filled with strange devices. His face was covered in small scars and a small but full beard. His green eyes shined with an intensity that would make many a man cower in fear. His red shaggy hair was pulled back into a small braid, and he wore a small black scarf around his next. He shifted in his spot and a sound of creaking metal could be heard.

" Damn false leg." The man thought with a frown. He sighed and continued to look down from the cliff. He glared down at the tiny village that had hurt him for so long. So lost in his thoughts he did not notice a small figure come up next to him, until he felt a tug on his cloak.

" Daddy, are you mad?" figure said softly. The man turned and looked at the figure. He smiled. The figure was a small boy, no older than five years of age. The child's curious emerald green eyes were slightly hidden by his messy red hair. He wore a large shirt that severed as a set of sleep clothes. In his arms was a tiny black felt dragon. The man bent down, albeit somewhat slowly due to his prosthetic. He scooped up the boy and sighed.

" I'm not mad son…just worried is all? This place brings back some very bad memories for me and Toothless, Jacob…now why are you up so late?" The man asked. Jacob, who was now yawning, spoke once again.

" I had a bad dream about mommy again…did she leave cause I did something bad?" the boy asked tears in his eyes. His father sighed.

" No, you did nothing wrong. A very bad man stole your mommy from us, but someday I will make him pay for his crime. You don't worry about it son, that's a job for big boys."

"But I am a big boy!" the child said indigently. His father chuckled.

" I mean when your as big as me son. Now we best get you to bed. We have a busy day ahead of us and we need to be wide awake by morning." He said softly. Jacob yawned and snuggled into his father's chest as he was tugged back into the realms of slumber.

" Love you daddy."

" I love you too…."

Astrid watched the sky from her bedroom window as she always did. No once in ten long years has she been able to rest without turmoil. She leaned back against her bed frame and sighed. She knew why she had had this problem for so long.

" Why did that idiot have to run off for anyway? Berk is a great place to live. What made life so bad he'd run off for?" she thought. The idiot she was currently thinking of had run away over ten years ago. He just up and vanished, with out a trace.

" Damn it Hiccup, how could you do that to your dad?" she thought. Ever since the day Stoic had learned of Hiccups escape, he had changed completely. He hardly spoke to anyone, except for meetings and to Gobber. He just spent his time trying to get over that fact his only child had left.

Stoic had not been the only one to change. Gobber had as well. He had been close to boy, and seemed deeply depressed by his disappearance. He still refused to take on a new apprentice. The village became way to quiet without Hiccup there to mess up. It was in fact, boring. Oddly enough, ever since he left the had no raids by the dragons.

Astrid sighed and shut her eyes. Her thoughts continued to swarm her mind. She felt a great deal of emotions surrounding the boy's exodus ten years prior. She felt angry that he would just turn his back on his people. She felt sad that he had not yet returned. But most of all, she felt guilt. She knew deep down that Hiccup had left because of how she and the other trainees had treated him for so long. She had seen him take those curses, insults, and beatings without so much as a complaint or argument. He just got up, dusted himself off and made a sarcastic or smart remark, then would retreat to either the woods or the forge.

" We used to be friends…. what went wrong?" she thought.

Stoic sat in silence in his home. He had done so every night for the last ten years. He could not help it. He kept expecting to see his gangly son walk through that door, only to be sadly disappointed every time. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He looked towards the upstairs room where Hiccup had slept. He never entered it. He couldn't. Not since the day he had found out about Hiccups flight. How could he have been so blind? He remembered that awful day all to well.

Stoic grunted as he got off the boat. Another unsuccessful hunt. Brilliant.

" Well, at least we came back with everyone this time…Odd…. It was like devils were trying to drive us away…. Na…. Come on Stoic, their dragons, violent, murdering beasts. Which reminds me, I put Hiccup into training. Odin, Please let the boy have at least SOME talent like his Mum." He thought.

" STOICK!" He heard his name being shouted. He looked forward and saw Gobber, along with his brother's wife, Cara the caring, run towards him, and panic on their faces.

" This can't be good. What did the boy break now?" he thought angrily. His anger fell however when he saw the sadness, in his sister-in-laws face.

"Oh, no…no." he felt panic begin to fill him. Once they reached him they spoke.

" Stoic, we can't find Hiccup." Gobber said, completely winded.

"WHAT?" he bellowed at his old friend. Gobber winced and continued.

" He didn't show up to class a few days ago. I looked around the whole Island. …Twice. He's gone." Gobber said. Stoic looked to Cara.

" Is this true?" Cara took a breath then looked at him.

" He's run away Stoic. He left this behind…." She pulled out a fur vest. Hiccups vest. The one he had given him for his fourteenth birthday. Stoic felt his chest tighten. Cara looked at him sadly and handed him the tiny vest.

" Stoic, what should we do?" she asked softly.

" Gather the men, send out several search parties, I want my son found NOW!"

They had looked for days. They never found him. Stoic sighed and looked to the ceiling.

"Where did I go wrong?"

A/N: Please review and tell me what needs to be fixed. No flames Please.