Okay guys, so I had a little bit of obsession over the Lion King. I saw it in 3D and about halfway through the movie, I thought 'What if Hiccup was in Simba's situation?' and dah-dah-dah this was born. Me and my crazy mind xD. So I hope you enjoy what I've got and please review! Burn it, like it, fave it, have Toothless eat it…I don't care but please read it.

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How to Be Chief

Prologue

Spitelout heard the bloodcurdling scream of his brother's wife from the Elder's house. He and ten other important officials were surrounding the house, waiting for the cry of their expected child. His eyebrows knitted together in anticipation, hoping to hear a solemn, regretful sigh…his only hope.

Stoick the Vast was expecting his first child, finally, after their many attempts which ended in distraught and hopelessness. It was enough to make sure it was safe to say that when Chief Stoick dies, Spitelout would ascend to the position, becoming leader of Berk.

But then, Odin blessed a miracle to Stoick and Valhallarama and here they all where, biting their lips and shaking in anticipation for the new heir to the throne. Spitelout's fists clenched when he heard a deafening scream and the glorious crying of the new babe.

"It's a healthy baby boy!" shouted one of the Elder's assistants from the wide open window. Cheers erupted. Spitelout, now in defeat, stomped away.

From inside the room, Stoick placed a tender hand on his wife's dampened hair and stared, in disbelief, at the little bundle of joy in Valhallarama's arms, sleeping soundly. Tears of joy watered his eyes. He sniffed, it wasn't the Viking thing to do but becoming a long-awaited father was the definite exception.

Valhallarama stared at her husband who had happy tears streaming down his face and into his thick, braided, red beard.

"What shall we name him?" she asked in a tired, yet, angelic voice. They both stared at the baby who gave a small sort of belch, a quiet hop coming from his stomach…a simple hiccup.

"Hiccup." Stoick said, wiping his eyes clean of tears. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III."

Spitelout eyed the hut with a detested look before finally slipping into the shadows of the forest.

To be continued.

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