Okay, I know the title is cheesy but I couldn't think of anything else that didn't sound... worse. Anyway this is going to be a sort of what if story based soley with the movie... maybe some references to the shorts but thats it. No defenders of Berk or whatever the show is. I also will only be continuing this story for those who ask, because I have others to finish and don't want to continue uploading if no one likes it. I like it so I'll probably finish for my own pleasure anyway. I also want to apologize for the cheesy way I started it... yeah I know but I worked hard on that little bit so enjoy it and all its cheesyness! Let me know if you have any questions and BTW their will be some movie related text in this because of it's "what if-ness"=^-^=

Disclaimer: I wish I worked for Dreamworks!

Edit date - 1/13/2016

Chapter 1 - Return

The mighty one threw up the stars,

To heal the world of mortal scars,

But though the evil would not lay,

Their ones must rise to keep at bay,

And through the sky, black curtain drawn,

A new age heralded at the strike of Dawn.

-Old seafaring songs vol. 1 Verse 4-

The twilight glow bathed them in a warm light as they soared through the sky. The young rider and his black scaled companion moved swiftly towards their destination, one they hadn't seen in 3 years.

The young man had both feelings of guilt and nostalgia as he thought of his village. Of course they weren't always good memories but home was home. He still felt regret from leaving so suddenly. He knew It wasn't the best idea, he was simply running away.

His faithful friend turned his head slightly, sensing his partner's twist of emotions and whimpered. "It's alright bud." He rubbed the dragon's neck. "I was just thinking….. It's been so long. I wonder how it's changed?" He paused a moment and chuckled. "I bet they have better houses now." Considering all the dragon damage, it was quite likely.

The young man then fell back into his thoughts. He'd for the most part always felt miserable… left out. He wasn't like the others. He was neither strong nor was he fast. He couldn't even bring himself to kill a completely defenseless dragon.

On that thought he looked warmly at his friend. I guess that wasn't a necessarily bad thing. Still though, it was his inability to slay a dragon that got him into this mess. He had betrayed himself by running but today he hoped to rectify that mistake.

A friend he met along his travels was a seer, a wise old fortune teller. He lived at the top of a great mountain with a scaly companion of his own, at least in the beginning. Upon his meeting he was told of a rather unusual dragon, and had spent many days searching for it without hide nor hair of it.

Regardless of his persistence to see this dragon himself, though the old seer told him to return to his home after a year of trying to track it, for it would trigger a series of events. What kind, well the old codger didn't say, but so far he's been a good friend so who was he to question him?

'On another note I had been meaning to come back so I guess this was just a good motivator.'

The young man could see the village of his home now far in the distance. Surrounded by jagged rocks and an eternal frigid atmosphere he had somewhat missed in a way. "Hey buddy, were home. Let's just hope we can still call it that."

The village of Berk was business as usual with most of its inhabitants keeping well prepared for any dragon attacks which plagued them constantly. Many were preparing catapults while others were getting weapons ready, some could be seen gathering farm animals into their barns or adding reinforcements to their homes.

The village head looked over his people in pride at their accomplishments but with a touch of sadness lingering in his heart. He didn't have much left but his village, and he intended to keep this last bit safe at all costs.

"So Stoic, what's on your mind?" He turned to his peg legged friend with a small smile.

"Just watchen over the usual preparations."

The patchwork Viking pulled at his mustache. "You really need to relax a bit more. Those dragons haven't been attacking nearly as often as before. They haven't been here in over a week. The best news is still, in my opinion, that the Night Furry hasn't even shown up in years."

Stoic clenched his fists. "I just want to be prepared for those devils. They've taken too much from me Gobber!" He squeezed his eyes shut as a shook with anger.

Gobber put his make shift hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you're ready for anything those demons could throw at you, Hiccup would be proud at how well you've taken it." A young woman with blonde hair approached the two of them. "What is it Astrid?"

Her expression was solemn and serious as she responded. "Nor thinks he's spotted a dragon off the west shore." They were both flabbergasted at the news. They both knew full well that the dragons raided at night and there was still plenty of daylight left. "Also…. He couldn't tell what kind of dragon it was. He said it was black with a very large wingspan. It apparently looked like it had a second head but there was no way it was a Zippleback."

Stoic's expression turned to anger at the thought of a dragon approaching his village, no less a black one. For he was told that a black dragon had taken his son from him.

"Was there only the one?" Gobber inquired. She swiftly nodded and turned to point at the sky for by that time it was well within easy sight. Most of the village had noticed it by that point and stopped what they were doing to gaze at it. Some Vikings readied weapons while others tried to quickly finish their tasks.

Stoic, Gobber, and Astrid quickly made their way to the village center where it seemed the dragon was headed. They saw as the dragon slowly descended from the sky into the large open circle formed by the guarded villagers. They were baffled at the creature's actions. Not only had it come alone but it had yet to try and attack. This and its unfamiliar appearance kept them at bay as their questions quickly piled in their heads.

Stoic broke through to be directly in front of the beast, ax in hand, as it slowly came to full view. He noticed first, slightly before the others, that it did not bare 2 heads but merely had someone or something on it. As the dragon finished its decent, with a tense expression upon its face for the armed villagers, Stoic and the rest were able to see it was a human on the beast.

It looked to be a young man of thin build, wearing a sort of leather mask with dual horns poking out on either side. The rest of him also wore a leather armor set with a pair of black pants tucked into the leather bindings on his legs. The young man didn't seem to carry much aside from a long knife and a very familiar horned helmet at his side. The rest of whatever he had was probably in one of the pouches the dragon wore around its harness.

That also bothered Stoic. This dragon had let a human ride on its back. Not only that but it seemed to harbor no hostility toward the man like it bore to the villagers as it glared at them.

He dismounted the dragon and pat the dragon's head as to comfort it. The dragon seemed to care for the human greatly as its expression grew to what seemed like worry as the young man approached Stoic. In response he lowered his ax seeing as the stranger didn't seem to mean harm.

Stoic's - p.o.v.

I silently waited hoping for the stranger to speak, and as he did I felt he wasn't a stranger at all. "It's nice to know the village is still in one piece after all this time, but I wasn't really worried. This place has always been... sturdy." I felt my mind race as the familiarity of the voice seeped through me. I know this young man, but how? I frantically searched his person for a clue as a confused expression slid across my face.

It was then that I noticed to horned helmet tied to his side. There was no mistaking that helmet, for it was part of a matching set. The other of which adorned my head and the realization hit me.

"Hiccup?!" I turned to see Astrid who had dropped her ax at her own realization. She began to repeat the name once again only shakier. "H-Hiccup?"

The young man turned to her. "Well it's nice to know someone recognizes me under all 'this'." He gestured to himself. A low whisper fell upon the crowed at looking at both Hiccup and the beast he road here.

"But y-you were….. You were…."

Astrid quickly finished what I was about to say. "You were carried off by a black dragon!" She looked over the scaly beast before her. "T-That dragon!" She pointed shakily to the black beast who seemed to glare in response. It let out a low sound, somewhat like a 'humff' at her and turned its nose away.

Hiccup looked back to his companion. "No no, I rode Toothless away. He never grabbed me." He chuckled as he rubbed Toothless' outstretched neck. He then turned back to me and began to remove his leather helm. His hair had grown a little longer, he himself taller with broader shoulders and his facial features somewhat sharper but I had no doubt that it was indeed my son looking at me now.

"Hiccup!" He smiled to me and approached a little closer. I could feel my thoughts swirl and maybe a few tears well up in my eyes as he approached. Before I knew it I had him in a great hug, unable to control myself any longer. "You're alive! My son's alive!"

"Quite a bit unexpected." Gobber had walked up on the two with still quite a bit of shock on his face. "I didn't really believe you dead, I mean, what would any dragon do with all of 'this'." He chuckled but even though he had laughed I could still see the tears of joy that threatened to overtake him like they had me. My son was really alive after all these years…. I couldn't ask for a greater gift!

I next found myself being cautiously eyed by the dragon behind him. I noticed the villagers had slowly started to close in on the beast as it let out a slight whimper. I could feel Hiccup struggling out of my arms after that and let him go. Before I could say anything more he turned to the other villagers who had gathered close to his friend, quite armed.

"Stay back! He doesn't like to be surrounded by weapons like that!" The villagers looked at him and then back to the dragon as they heeded him and stepped back a few feet. I immediately noticed the air of confidence about him. He used to be so jumpy and uncertain about things, this new Hiccup wasn't that in the least from what I could see.

I watched my son as he pat the dragon's head and then moved down to its chin in a scratching motion. The dragon purred in response as he flopped his head to the ground. He turned back to me. "This is Toothless, don't worry he's harmless as long as you're not armed."

"Toothless?" I turned to see Astrid had regained a bit of confidence as she questioned my son. "The dragon?" She finished in what could be disgust or outrage.

"Of course!"

"What is he? Your pet?"

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "He's my best friend." He then proceeded to pat the dragon's head again.

This time I interjected. "Friends? With a dragon?" I began to get irritated. "Why would you befriend a beast like that?"

He quickly shot me a scowl. "Dragons aren't the mindless killing machines we think they are!"

"They've killed hundreds of us!"

"And we killed thousands of them! They are simply defending themselves. They raid villages all around the area not just Berk. If they don't bring enough food back to their nest their queen will eat them instead. All of the dragon nests I've seen worked that way and the one in Hellheins Gate is no different."

My anger boiled as I shouted back. "So you've thrown your lot in with them? Betrayed your own village?"

His expression seemed saddened as he responded. "No I haven't, I just looked a little deeper than the fangs and scales."

With that he put his helm back on and turned to board the black beast. I made no move to stop him as he swung himself onto the saddle preparing to take off again.

"I'll come back again tomorrow to see if maybe you want to talk a little more calmly." And with that final statement the dragon flapped its mighty wings and took off. Slowly building altitude as it flew over towards the mountain side.

My son had returned but…. He's not how he used to be. I remember how happy I was during his dragon training and how I'd heard he was simply amazing. He could take down dragons by barely touching them, I was so proud.

When Astrid came the next day to say she saw him carried off by a dragon my world seemed to shatter. I could barely contain the grief, but was able to keep strong for the sake of the village; inside however, I was so very torn. My son was now alive and right in front of me and I….. drove him away. I was a fool…. But there was just so much I didn't understand.

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