Alright guys, this is the How to Train Your Dragon version of Coraline! I hope you all like it. I beg you though. Go easy on me. This is my first story ever. So if it is rushed or there are a lot of spelling mistakes, please forgive me.

However, if you have any suggestions to make this story better, please don't be afraid to share!

An eerie humming echoed in the darkness. Some dark presence hide in its shadows, waiting patiently for it's next challenge.

Through the window of a single window, a doll appeared, floating into the room as if invisible strings were attached to it, pulling it in.

From out of sight, two metallic hands reached up to meet the doll, taking it into it grips.

The small doll, previously belonging to a little girl, was brought to rest on a wooden table, surrounded by various tools.

This doll had looked a lot like it's previous owner. Practically a clone of her.

The hand quickly got to work, using a par of scissors to start with the cloths of the doll. Cutting of the cloths that were no longer of use. Moving on to the hair, it started with the doll's long brown locks that trailed down in pigtails. Grabbing one of the clumps of hair, the pair of hands easily pulled off the string, making the doll bald.

The hands then moved to the two black buttons that the doll had for eyes. Using its nails it broke the strings attaching the buttons, ripping them off with ease.

Using a small blade to rip open the string along the mouth, it pulled out the stuffing within. When the doll was empty, it stuck its claws inside, turning the doll inside out to match its new projects skin more. Picking up a bucket, they began to poor sand into the empty doll, filling it till in was full all the way to the mouth. Satisfied with how stuffed it was, they placed the doll back on the table.

Picking up a needle to their left, they lifted a small string, carefully sticking it through the needles small hole and letting the needle fall down. Moving back to the doll, it slowly began to sew its mouth shut, making it look as if the doll was smiling.

Quickly, almost impatiently, the drawer connected to the working space was swung open, revealing several rows of matching buttons. Running their spiked fingers across the drawer, they finally came to choose a pair of dark black buttons. Placing them in their designated spots, they began to sew them in.

The metallic hand lifted itself into the air, the needle firmly held in their grip. With a small turn they swiftly brought it down.

The dolls hair was next. With the small holes in place, they used small tweezers to place in the dark auburn locks. The strands of string were short, showing that the doll was in fact a boy with short hair that was brushed to the right of his face.

When the hair was set in place and was sure to stick, the cloths were the next things to make.

The owner of the hands, though their face was unseen, began to hum "Da da da da da da da da la da dada da daaa." They hummed eerily cutting out several different colored pieces of green and brown fabric. Using pins to keep them in place, they moved to their sewing machine, which had not been used in years.

"Daa…. Daaa." They hummed quietly to themselves as they formed some dark green pants and a long light green tunic for the doll. Putting them on, they moved on to the brown belt that would go around its waist and fur like vest that would rest neatly on its shoulders. Then it's shoes, a simple colored brown yet fuzzy around the ankle, were added.

With its project done, it lifted the doll up, turning towards the window. Loosening its grips, the doll floated towards the window, disappearing into its dark space.

As the doll left, the window creaked shut; leaving's its creator alone to wait patiently.

-000-

The island of Berk was bustling about, eagerly anticipating the latest event that was to come.

It only about 3 days, a great party would be held in honor of their year of peace with dragons.

Sadly, with the rain that poured down from the heavens above, most of the planning was held off. Many weren't even sure if they would be able to do any outside activities such as fly when the day arrived.

That didn't seem to bring down the Viking's spirit too much though and they excitedly continued their work. Baking large feasts and planning out fun activities for all the children to do.

Hiccup of all people, was the most excited. A chance to spend some time with the dragons and friends, it was sure to be a day to remember.

So as he woke up bright and early that day, he was surprised to see that his dad had already left. Though, perhaps he shouldn't be. With his Dad being the tribe leader, of course he would have to be awake to give orders for the upcoming event.

Grabbing his helmet, Hiccup left the house with Toothless by his side. With the rain constantly pouring down on them, they quickly made their way through Berk.

Toothless didn't seem to mind besides the fact that he couldn't go flying.

It had become a new rule of Berk that the dragons could not go flying during the rain. Much to some of the other Viking's protest, his father had made it clear that it was dangerous to be out in such weather and who knows what could happen.

So as Hiccup began to make his way to the great hall, where he was sure his father would be, he forced to stop when his friends stepped in front of him.

All the young Viking teen grinned at him, excluding Astrid, who seemed to not be present at the moment.

"Hiccup catch!" Snout Lout laughed, tossing him a stick. Catching the simple piece of wood, he eyed it suspiciously.

"What?"

"Doesn't it look… odd?" the Viking teens chuckled. Frowning, he examined it closer.

"Not really. Looks like any other stick…" he trailed off narrowing his eyes. Toothless, currently circling Hiccup's legs, glared at the stick, knowing very well what it really was.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut cackled waiting quietly for the young heir to the island to realize just what type of stick it was.

"Hey Hiccup." Astrid interrupted them by running into the group, clutching something in her grip, "You've got to see this." She held it up to him impatiently.

Forcing him to take it she gave him a smirk. Holding the stick in one hand, and the package in the other, he glanced up at her.

"What's this?" Hiccup looked at his packaged with a confused frown. It wasn't often that Astrid gave him things, so what could it possibly be?

"I found it in my grandmother's attic. Doesn't it look familiar?" Astrid smiled motioning to the bag.

Her grandmother?

Raising his eyebrow at her, Hiccup opened the paper, revealing a doll that had striking resemblance to him. Even right down to his cloths.

Blinking at it furiously, he looked up at her, puzzled. "A mini… me?" How creepy was that? Astrid's grandmother had a mini doll version of him?

Astrid shrugged. "Weird, right?"

"More like creepy." Tuffnut corrected, looking over Hiccup's shoulder.

"Yeah, how old is that thing anyway?" Ruffnut scowled.
Astrid rubbed her chin. "I don't know. My grandmother said she's had it since she could remember. So really old I guess."

Snout lout stepped forward, taking the doll into his hand, "Doesn't any one else find it sort of creepy how much it looks like him? I mean, it even has his prosthetic leg!" he shook it a bit, showing it off.

Snatching it back, Hiccup shrugged. "Well yeah it is a little… disturbing." He nodded meekly. Below him, Toothless lifted his head to sniff the mini Hiccup, looking very confused to why his best friend suddenly made a small version of himself.

"Maybe I should talk to grandmother more about it." Astrid noted to herself.

Hiccup nodded, absentmindedly saying, "Sounds good."

Nodding, Astrid looked towards his hand. "Hiccup." Her eyes widened. "Let go of that. Don't you know it is poison oak?"

"Ahh!" Hiccup gasped in shock, throwing it to the side.

The other Viking burst into laughter.

"Classic!" Ruffnut cackled.

"Haha, very funny." Hiccup grumbled, rubbing his hand against his pant leg.

Astrid rolled her eyes. How the young Viking couldn't tell the difference between poison Oak and normal wood was beyond her.

As the group made their way into the great hall, hoping to escape the rain, Hiccup instantly spotted Gobber.

Rushing about, Gobber was carrying several boxes of supplies from one side of the room to the other, which he would then trade of to the other Vikings, who would be delivering it to who ever needed it.
"Gobber!" he called, wanting to show him his creepy mini self. "I can't talk Hiccup. Got work to do." Gobber brushed off the young Viking's approached with his hooked hand. Sighing, Hiccup folded his arms, the doll tucked away on his elbow.

Hiccup sighed. Days in Berk seemed so boring when it rained. Toothless seemed to agree as he practically pouted next to him, staring towards the Great Hall doors longingly.

"Don't worry Toothless, it will clear up soon." Hiccup assured him, patting his head. Giving his dragon little comfort, Hiccup's attention moved to the Vikings around him.

None of them seemed to mind him or his friends much. Lately, everyone just seemed so busy or caught up with their own dragons that they completely ignored the young Vikings.

Even his dad, though this really wasn't anything new, hadn't spoken to him in days except from the quick greetings in the mornings and nights.

"Uhg!" Ruffnut exhaled, collapsing onto a chair. "Why does this week have to be so boring?"

"Yeah. I wanna beat some faces in." Tuffnut agreed with a scowl.

Fishlegs quickly stammered, "Maybe we could walk around the Great Hall for a bit? I mean… it will give us something to do."

Hiccup shrugged. "I need to stretch my legs I guess." He nodded.

"You mean, 'Leg?" Snout Lout corrected, getting a few snickers.
"Har har, very funny." Hiccup sighed sarcastically. Tucking the mini him under his arm, Toothless and him made their way through the Great Hall. Nothing new really, but he was able to distract himself by talking to Fish legs and Astrid at least.

After a while, Hiccup had finally found his dad.

Placing the doll on the table next to him, he wen to approach his father. Heavens know what his dad might say if he were to come near him with a doll, no matter how much it looked like him.

As he approached his dad, he absentmindedly scratched at the rash that had begun to appear on his hand from the poison oak. Hissing a bit, he lowered his hand.

"Dad." Hiccup stepped forward, hoping to get his attention. He was hoping his dad might want to go flying with him when the rain cleared up.

Ever since his dad had gotten his own dragon, the Thunder Drum, or as he called it, Thornado, Hiccup had hoped that his father and him could try to take this chance to get to know one another. If anything else, try to spend some time together.

Besides, it could help his father learn how to fly his dragon more.

He knew from experience on helping his friends learn to fly their dragons that riding with others actually calms the dragon down a bit, making it easier to control and befriend.

"Not now Hiccup." Stoick held up his hand, his focus never leaving the Viking in front of him. "Just leave us. Go hang out with your friends or whatever it is you usually do. Or better yet, go train."

The young Vikings watched as his father had yet again ignored their friend. All of them knew very well how Hiccup had been trying to spend more time with his father since the whole "King Dragon" incident where Hiccup had almost died.

They knew very well how Hiccup no longer wished to be so distant from his dad, especially now since Dragon's no longer attacked them.

Hiccup had been trying for the past 2 weeks to get his dad's attention, but it seemed he would need more then words if he was going to get through to him.

Hiccup's smile faltered. "…Sure thing." He grumbled, turning away to grab his mini Hiccup doll. Reaching for it, he was surprised to grab nothing but air.

The doll was gone?
He could have sworn he had left it right here on the table. Looking around, he glanced under the table and towards his dragon. "You take it?" he asked.

Toothless, tilted his head, not sure where the doll could have gone.

"Little Hiccup, where are you hiding?" Fish legs cupped his hands around his mouth, calling out.

"It is a doll stupid. It can't actually call back." Ruffnut smirked.

"Well… it also couldn't walk away on its own." Fishlegs pointed out with a stammer. "Maybe it got hungry?"

"Not likely." Astrid sighed.
"Oh." Snout Lout pointed forward. "There it is, behind that shield wrack." Looking up, Hiccup's eye burrowed at the sight of his mini self, lying on the floor, its upper half barely sticking out from behind the wrack.

"How did it get there?" Astrid questioned.

"Probably one of the dragons thought it was a chew toy on took it. Got disgusted that it looked like Hiccup, then sent if flying." Tuffnut snickered, stalking towards the doll, lifting his hands high in the hair, as if he was a dragon himself and was trying to eat the mini Hiccup.

Hiccup gave his shoulder a hard hit, kneeling down to pick up his mini self. As the doll came into his grasp, he blinked at his knew found angle at the shield shack. Something barely peeked out from behind them, spiking his interest.

"There… is something behind here." He announced, touching the wall.

The other teens moved closer, trying to see what Hiccup meant.
"Hey yeah." Astrid mumbled, tilting her head.

Moving the wrack to the side, a small door was revealed. It was barely to Hiccup's knees and had been hidden so well from behind the shields.

"What's this?" Hiccup tilted his head, staring at a new founded small door. Brushing his hand against it, he found that by the dust on it, no on had even tried to open this door in years. Placing his "mini Hiccup" doll on the ground next to him, he ran his fingers along the edges.

"A secret door!" Fish legs gasped gleefully.
"What really?" Tuffnut shoved Ruffnut out of the way to see.

"What is it for?" Astrid kneeled next to Hiccup, eyeing the mysterious new door suspiciously.

'Hey Dad!" Hiccup called over his shoulder, staring at the door curiously. Perhaps his dad would know where this went?

Sighing, Stoick paused from his conversation with Gobber to glance at his son.

"I'm really busy!" he called.

"I think it is locked." Snout Lout pointed out.

"PLEASE!" the young Vikings cried in unison. Gobber flinched at the annoying high pitch sound they made. Looking back at Stoick, he motioned towards the teen Vikings with a small smirk.

Letting out a soft sigh, Stoick pinched the bridge of his nose. Saying a few last little comments on the subject with Gobber, Stoick approached Hiccup. "What is it Hiccup? I'm very busy."

"But dad." Hiccup pointed to the door. "What is this?"

Stoick looked at the door with little curiosity. Kneeling down, he put his hand to it. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen a door this small in the great hall before. It being so small though, he wasn't surprised that it had been hidden away from everyone for so long.
"It is just an old door." He said

"What does it lead too?" Hiccup tried to use his small nails to pry open the seemingly sealed shut door. Stoick let out a sigh of exasperation.

He really didn't have time for his son's over active imagination today. "It doesn't matter Hiccup. There is work to be done."

"Dad please?" Hiccup looked up at him. "I mean there has got to be a key. Look, a key hole." He pointed to it, looking excited. Some thing new in Berk that even his father wasn't sure about. This was something he had to see.

Next to him Toothless smelled the door, tilting his head at the strange smell. With a sudden growl, he stepped away, sneezing.

Not really noticing his dragon's reaction Hiccup continued to try and pry the door open. With his little to no strength, it wasn't really doing much.

Stoick rubbed his temple. "If I do this, will you leave me in peace today?" he glared at his son.

Hiccup nodded vigorously. The rest of the Viking teens look up at him pleadingly, their eyes wide and their bottom lips quivering ever so slightly.

Stoick raised his eyebrow at them, before he motioned for two other Vikings to approach. Giving them their orders, they rushed off to look through some of the old boxes holding all sorts of keys and other small things that they had just randomly pulled out when trying to find supplies for the party.

Brining the box to him, Stoick rummaged through it with a bored expression. Pin pointing to one in particular key, he lifted it up to examine it.

It was black with something that looked like a button on the end.

"This is probably it." Stoick mumbled, placing the key in the lock. With a good turn, it 'clicked' making Hiccup's excitement grow.

The teen Viking's smiles fell as the door opened, revealing nothing by wood and bricks on the other side.
"T…That's it?" Snout Loud frowned, placing a hand on his hip.
"Well, that was a kill joy." Tuffnut muttered to himself.

Hiccup's shoulder slouched, clearly disappointed. "That can't be it." He muttered.

"They must have closed it off to when the room on the other side was taken down many years ago. Leave it at that Hiccup." Stoick said sternly, tossing him the key for him to do with it, as he will. What was the point of keeping the thing if it only locked a door that went nowhere?

Looking down at the key Hiccup frowned. "Why is the door so small though?"

"We had a deal." Stoick pointed a finger to him accusingly. Storming back to Gobber, Ruffnut and Tuffnut called out to him.

"You didn't lock it!"

Stoick glared at them, continuing his march away.

"Well." Snout Lout folded his arms, "This was a waste of time."

"Yeah who even puts a stupid door like that here?" Ruff Nut grumbled.
Hiccup looked up at his friends with a frown.

"Well I'm going. This is too boring for someone as awesome as me to bare." Snout Lout turned away, raising his hand has a good bye.

"Yeah, See ya!" Tuffnut and Ruffnut cackled, running of to cause more trouble for some other poor souls.

Hiccup sighed. Looking back at the door, he closed it without another word.

-000—0

Later that night, when Hiccup had returned from the great hall, Stoick had beaten him there. There was no dinner on the table, there hadn't been for years. So it was a good thing Hiccup had eaten back at the Great Hall.

"Hey Dad." He said as he stepped in, shacking his rain-covered head.

"Hiccup." Stoick glanced at him, giving him a small nod before turning back to the list in his hand. As Hiccup stared at him, Toothless pushed past, making his way upstairs to settle down for the night.

When the dragon left, Hiccup decided to try one last time to talk to his father.

"Hey dad, maybe you and me could… I dunno…"

Stoick sighed. Hiccup I'm really busy." Stoick said with a frown. "Maybe after the dragon celebration okay?' Stoick waved off his son, staring back down at the checklist.

"Oh… okay.' Hiccup bit his bottom lip.

"Off to bed with you." Stoick motioned absentmindedly to the stairs.

"But dad-"
"I don't want to hear it Hiccup." He poked at the fire, not looking his son in the eye. Letting out a sigh, Hiccup stormed back up the stairs to his room, where Toothless had already settled down for the night.

"Hey bud." Hiccup gave his neck a small scratch on the neck as he passed. Purring at the contact, Toothless rolled over onto his stomach. Smiling, Hiccup jumped onto his bed, placing the mini Hiccup doll on the nightstand next to him. "Good Night Toothless." He called. He paused to look at his doll that Astrid had yet to taken back with her yet. "Good night…mini me." He yawned before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell into darkness.

Chapter one, done! How did you all like it? Was it okay? I feel so nervous about this. First story ever on FanFiction! Kah! So nervous. Do you guys think I rushed this chapter at all? Anyway, please review!