Authors Note: Just so you're all aware, I do prefer Hiccstrid over Hiccelsa. But my HTTYD AU The Snow Queen has made me want to tap into this.

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Chapter 1: This Is Berk

I live on Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village? In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is brand new. We have fishing hunting and a charming view of the sunsets the only problems are the pests. You see, where most people have mice or mosquitoes, we have…

The war horn blows breaking my train of thoughts and I lift up my head from the drawing I'm stetcking at the table. Stumbling to the door and nearly tripping over nothing but solid air, I grab the handle and tug the door open watching the animals fly towards the ground grabbing various things my eyes widen, "Dragons." I breathe.

A dragon a few feet away looks over at me, a murderous unhappy look on it's face. With a angered roar it sends a blast of fire at the door. That's just splendid. After a few milliseconds of indecision I slam the door shut. Fire leaks through the cracks barely missing my fingers as it slams just in time. Most people would leave.

Not us.

We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. I rip open the burning door and race down the hill, dodging the VIkings running past me wielding weapons, screaming for all their lungs are worth and defending against the raid. Really a great thing to awaken to. If you like being in a foul mood all morning.

I skid down most of the hill and continue racing forward past several Vikings that give me a half glance before returning to attacking the dragons. My name's Hiccup. Great name I know. But it's not the worst; parents believe a hideous name will frighten on gnomes and trolls. Like our charming VIking demeanor wouldn't do that.

I duck under a log two people are holding and continue running before a hand grabs my shoulder and shoves me to the ground. I let out a whoosh of air as I smack against the ground, back first. The Viking who has thrust himself upon me lets out a long war cry the sparks in his beard gleaming happily. The axe in his hand jumps slightly and he, recognizing me as not a dragon doesn't chop me. "Morn'in!"

He pulls me to my feet before racing off to join the rest of the village. I stand still for a moment with surprise letting my dancing vision clear before I begin to race forward again picking up on the familiar trail to the blacksmith's, ignoring the other Vikings calls.

"What are you doing here?"

"Get inside!"

"Get back inside!"

I spare a glance to a sentry I'm racing past as he, obvious to the battle going on around him stands still picking his ear. Wow, we should just have the chief give him a medal on extreme well use of time. The same dragon from earlier swoops down and lights a wall of fire in front of me. I nearly go tumbling head first into the flames stopping. Something that happens more than not. I'm lucky if I can make it ten steps without tripping somehow.

A hand grabs the back of my vest pulling me back from the wall of fire as easily as another might say, 'pass the salt.' "Hiccup!" The voice groans and I cringe looking down at the ground not meeting the man's eyes, "What is he doing out?" He asks the villagers running past then seeming to realize the stupidity in the question turns to me, "What are you doing out!? Get inside!" He throws me forward past the wall of flames and I glance at him again.

Stoick the Vast; chief of the tribe. A man with rippling muscles as big as tree trunks and a flaming red beard to go with it. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders.

Do I believe it?

Yes I do.

I break into the blacksmith's shop coming to a running halt and throw off my vest grabbing an apron and slipping it on as the blacksmith; a man missing both his left arm and his right foot with a log blond mustache looks up at me. "Oh, thanks of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." The blacksmith says, waving his hook at me and stops pounding on the sword he was working on to look up at me.

I offer a painfully fake smile as I say, "Who me? No, they wouldn't know what to do with all…this." I say and flex showing off my nonexistent muscles.

The blacksmith rolls his eyes and picking up on my heavy sarcasm says, "Well they need toothpicks don't they?"

Ha. Amusing. I rush towards the window and throw it open grabbing the weapons the VIkings throw onto the seal and stumble towards the furnace to be heated and remade. The blacksmith: a meathead with an attitude, and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little...well littler.

I glance towards the window as another dragon dives down and shoots down at a house wood explodes outwards as it goes up in flames. "FIRE!" A Viking roars running past the window. On fire patrol races past the window a group of teens that get along never.

Fishlegs, a large boy with a small amount of blond hair tucked under a tiny helmet tosses a bucket of water onto the flames, Snotlout is the average Viking, strong, prideful, stupid and acts a lot like his father, Spitelout. Which isn't something to be proud of. He hands a bucket to Ruffnut.

Tuffnut, her male twin grabs the other end of the wood and the two begin to fight over it. Though fraternal twins and siblings, I think that either one of them would be happy strangling the other. Finally, there's Elsa. A strong, secretive beautiful girl who wears a long blue gloves constantly. She throws a bucket of water onto the flames and turns around as another dragon blasts fire behind her.

She turns the bun keeping her hair firmly locked into place gleaming in the fire light as the other teens move forward with her running past the window. "Oh, there job is so much cooler." I groan to myself and look out the window for a moment watching them run forward. Gobber, grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me back into the shop.

"Oh come on! Let me out! Please! I need to make my mark!" I exclaim and Gobber releases me rolling his eyes his demeanor amused

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks." He assures. Then poking at my chest with his pliers he adds, "All in the wrong places."

I bite down on my lip in slight frustration staring at him, "Please! Two minutes! I kill a dragon and my life gets infinitely better. I might even get a date." I argue and point in the general directions where the teens ran off to. Or get Elsa to give me a second glance.

Gobber looks at me and raises a thick blond eyebrow as he lists, "You can't throw a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these." He lifts up a bola, a long amount of rope with three rocks connected about five feet apart. He grunts in surprise as a Viking leans through the window and grabs the bola from his hands and throws it towards a dragon it smacks around it's wings and the reptile goes down, landing hard.

"Okay fine." I agree backing up, "But this will throw it for me." I argue and gesture to my latest invention, The Mangler. My fingers brush against the side and that sets it off, Gobber dodges to the side and the bola soars past him through the window smacking another man in the head outside who gives a pained yelp before falling back.

Oops. That's weird though, it shouldn't have gone off like that. Maybe it's something wrong with the trigger.

Gobber turns to me glaring. "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about-" Gobber starts.

"It's just a mild calibration issue-"

"No, no. Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there and fight dragons you need to stop all….this."

I let out a frustrated sigh from Gobber's terrible advice as I look down at where Gobber was pointing and say,"You just pointed to all of me." Gobber nods. That makes no sense.

"That's it, stop being all of you." I turn and meet eyes with Gobber.

"Ooh," I say.

"Ooh yeah," Gobber mimics.

I lift my finger pointing at him, "You sir, are playing a dangerous game," I start and use my hands for emphasis,"Keeping this much raw...Vikingness contained, There will consequences!" I shout.

Gobber looks me straight in the eyes unimpressed and unfazed, "I'll take my chances." He turns away and picks up a sword. "Sword, sharpened. Now." He commands and tosses me the sword without so much as a glance back. I catch it with a grunt in both hands balancing it in my elbows before heading to the grinder wheel.

One day, one day, I'll get out there, because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed, they are long bird like dragons that are often bright colors but shoot deadly spikes from their tails.

Gronckles are tough, with bee like bodies that can smash through almost anything and they fire lava. All in all, taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend and a little respect.

A Zippleback, exotic, it's a two headed generally green dragon that work together to create massive explosions. So all in all two heads, twice the danger.

And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare, only the best Vikings go after those, they are long, red, with only hind legs and large wings but, they have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

But, the ulimit prize is the dragon no one's ever even seen.

A high pitched wail breaks me from my thoughts and I race over to the window dropping the sword as I look out it. We call it the-

"NIGHT FURY!"

"GET DOWN!"

A nearby watch tower explodes with a large purple bang as the Night Fury's whistling wings echo in my ears. That thing never steals food never shows itself and never misses. I watch as another tower explodes and lean back into the forge.

No one has ever killed a Night Fury; that's why I'm going to be the first. I turn back to the sword, picking it up off the ground as Gobber switches his hammer to a battle axe twisting it into place. "Man the forge Hiccup. They need me out there." He says, turning to the door, he stops as if the thought has suddenly occurred to him, whirling around to face me.

"Stay. Put. There." He commands, then waves his hand in a I-have-no-time-for-this manner, "You know what I mean." He adds before letting out a war cry and running of to join the rest of Berk. Yup. I know. Will I obey? Nope.

I wait about two seconds probably less before I toss off my apron, slipping on my vest as I grab the handles of the Mangler and wheel in out of the forge, past the villagers waiting next the the blacksmith's shop.

"Hiccup?"

"Where are you going?"

"Come back!"

I turn my head still running forward and say, "I-I know! Be right back!"

I race up the hill, destination in mind, an empty ledge, near the village. I make it to the ledge and slam the handles onto the ground, pull on the strings and latches setting up the Mangler in a few seconds.

And wait.

I know that the Night Fury is still there. It has to be.

"Come on," I beg silently, "Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at."

Then I hear it, the high pitched wail that the Night Fury's wings make as they battle against the wind. I tense, watching as another lookout tower is blasted to pieces by the Night Fury's blue purple fire. The silhouette of the dragon is visible for half a second at most, but that is enough, placing all my hope into this bola I pull the trigger.

The force the Mangler makes knocks me of off my feet and I tumble backwards, landing on my back. A high pitch wail fills the air as I scramble to my feet watching as the Night Fury's silhouette goes down in the trees, just past Raven Point. "I-I hit it?"

"YES, I hit it!" I yell and raise my hands in victory spinning around looking at the village. "Did anybody see that?" I ask excitedly, my excitement drained as I hear a crunch. I turn slowly and see the same Monstrous Nightmare that's been trying to kill me all night, raise it's claw from the crushed Mangler. I sigh.

"Except for you."

I let out a scream as I race down the hill. I can feel the dragons hot breath on my back as it snaps at me. I slip slightly crashing into a wall, but I scramble to my feet and keep running forward. I reach a torch torch tower and thrust myself behind it, pulling my arms up as a wave of fire passes me on either side.

My eyes are wide with fear but I still manage to grasp enough courage to look to the left, before a blur zooms across my vision. I sap my gaze to the right as Stoick punches the dragons face away from me on my right side. A second later and I would have been toasted.

The Monstrous Nightmare let's out a growl to which Stoick responds by cracking his knuckles. The Dragon spits out a pathetic amount of fire but the chief is unfazed.

"You're all out." He says then punches the Monstrous Nightmare. It lets out a huff of annoyance but takes off. The fire pops and I step to the side as the base of the torch tower gives in and tips. The top breaks off and rolls down the hill causing several people to dive to the side. It rams into several things and I cringe. Ow, that's going to leave a mark, elgh, that has to sting.

I sigh and watch as the dragons take the sheep in the very net we had been trying to catch them in. I rub my upper arm with my cold fingers and bite my upper lip slightly "Sorry, dad." I say quietly. Yup, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, runt and village screw up is the son of Stoick the Vast.

No longer able to contain my excitement, I lift my hand in the direction of Raven Point, "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." I say and smirk slightly with satisfaction, Dad clearly not sharing said excitement grabs the back of my vest and shirt, starting to walk off. I stumble along next to him, "Oh, it's not like the last few times Dad!" I say, feeling the urge to groan as I see he doesn't believe me again, granted the last few times had been false but this is real! "I mean, I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot it went down just past Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there before it-"

"STOP!" Dad shouts. He releases me and my words die in my throat as he turns to face me and takes a deep breath. "Just stop." He says only slightly calmer I bite my lower lip and look down memorizing the patch of grass under my feet. How intriguing, it's tinted black."Every time you step outside disaster falls! Can you not see I have bigger problems?"

Sorry, didn't realize your child falls on the least most important category of things to take care of. "Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed." He finishes. I look up from the ground and meet his eyes.

"Well between me and you "the village" could do with a little less feeding don't you think?"

"This isn't a joke Hiccup!" He shouts raising his hands in frustration. "Oh, why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I-I can't stop myself!" I say and raise my hands making a twisting motion as I say, "I see a dragon and I have to just...kill it. You know? It's who I am Dad." He sighs and rubs his forehead.

"Oh, you are many things, Hiccup, but a dragon killer? That is not one of them." He says then adds a little softer, "Get back to the house." He turns to Gobber, "Make sure he gets there." He looks at the remains of the torch tower. "I have his mess to clean up."

Because everyone else didn't break anything or I don't know the dragons running around the village for the last hour? Nope all me.

Gobber whacks the side of my head. I sigh and start to walk up the hill to my house. As we walk, we pass by the other teens, Ruffnut laughs, pleased quite obviously by the destruction placed before her.

"Quite the performance." Tuffnut adds.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout says as I walk by, Snotlout is my cousin, but he certainly doesn't act like one. It's fun really, the only family I have left hates me.

I snap out of my thoughts my sarcasm the only thing working right in my head right now, "Thank you, thank you. I was trying." I say dryly. Me and Gobber pass Fishlegs and Elsa who are standing side by side, Elsa's gloved hands clenched into tight fists I don't look up at either of them.

When we reach the hill I say to Gobber," I really did hit one."

"Sure," He agrees.

"He never listens and when he does it's always with this disappointed scowl like someone skimmed him the meat on his sandwich." We reach the porch and I turn mimicking my dad lifting up my hand, pointing a finger, "Excuse me barmaid, I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I wanted and extra large boy with beefy arms and extra guts and glory on the side." I say "This, this here is a talking fishbone." I let as much bitterness as possible seep into my voice. I sigh heavily.

"Now, you're thinking about this all wrong." Gobber says voice verging on a chuckle. I raise my head, how? There's not much to miss. "It's not so much what you look like, it's what inside that he can't stand." He assures.

I have to force my jaw not to fall dramatically to the ground. That doesn't help in teh slightest, I actually feel worse. That's nice to know that my own father can't stand me because of who I am. "Thank you for summing that up." I say sarcastically.

I open the door, "Look, the point is, stop trying to be something you're not." Gobber says. I sigh and his sympathetic look and look away from him.

"I just want to be one of you guys." I open the door and shut it, waiting a few seconds before racing around the firepit in the middle of the floor and out the back door. Fine. If Dad won't help me search for a dragon I will do it myself.

Authors Note: I'm still on the fence with this, do you guys think Elsa should get a POV or should I just stick with Hiccup?

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