Hi, I'm Digi, for awhile now I was kinda thinking how someone should make a POkemona dn How to train your dragon crossover, especially since gen 6 came out and there are tons of new dragons. I finally got off my butt and did one. I wasn't sure where to post this, as a crossover or soley in one fandom. Sadly there are only four stories in the pokemon/HHTYD category so I have decided to post this only in the HTTYD fandom since it mainly follows the httyd plot but that can be changed if people think I should. Enough about me onto the story!

"I love Pokemon."-talking

'I love How to Train Your Dragon'-thinking

I love this crossover and hope you do too!-voiceover

~~~HTTYD/Pokemon~~~

Chapter 1: Welcome to Berk

Welcome to Berk. Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the shore of the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. Its been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have hunting, fishing, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pests. You see, where most places have Rattata or Zubats we have-

Hiccup Horrendus Haddock III was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of the alarms being raised. He jumped up from his bed and raced downstairs. It was just awhile before dawn and the sky was still dark enough to pose a problem if it showed up. He yanked his door open only to immediately slam it shut as a Charizard landed right in front of his house and breathed fire right at his door.

"Dragons." He whispered to himself, blowing a piece of brown hair out of his eyes. He was torn between excitement and dread. Once he knew it had moved on he slipped back out and made his way to the heart of the village.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have…stubbornness issues.

All around him people and pokemon were fighting to keep the dragons back and away from the livestock and put out the fires on the houses that were springing up everywhere. Of course it wasn't just the fires they had to worry about since not every dragon breathed fire. Nope, they had to worry about everything including lightning, fire, water, vines, poison and rocks. Then there was the occasional notable moments of goo if a Goomy or its evolved forms showed up. Plus the ones who could drop a person off to sleep with one hit or leave them disorientated enough that they'd hit themselves.

My name is Hiccup. Great name, I know, but its not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name scares off trolls and evil spirits. As if our charming Viking personalities wouldn't already do that.

He ducked behind another house as a pile of rocks almost hit him. Someone dashed by with a gleeful "Mornin!"

He was actually rather used to dodging dragons and fellow Vikings and Pokemon so he easily made his way easily to blacksmith shop, slipping his thin frame through the openings they made. Passing by several of his fellow villagers he shrugged off their rather…concerned comments.

"What are you doing out?"

"Get inside!"

"Get back inside!"

He was almost home free when he was suddenly lifted off his feet by a familiar face with a thick red beard and hair and a large helmet adorned with Bouffalant horms. 'Thanks the gods.' He thought before the man's mouth opened and he practically shouted in his face before dropping him and turning his attention elsewhere. Hiccup had to dodge around the man's Beartic, Wyborn, which gave an eyeball before following his master.

"What's he doing out again? What are you doing out? Get back inside!"

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of Berk. They say when he was a baby he popped off a dragon's head clean off. Do I believe it?

He ran right past the man just as he lifted an entire cart and chucked it at a Haxorus as it speeded by.

Yes, I do.

"What have we got?" he barely hears as he continues. "Haxorus, Zweilous, and Sliggoos mostly. There also a Charizard and Salamence around somewhere."

"What about the Noivern?"

"None so far."

"Good."

Torches finally sprang up so it was easier for the humans to see the dragons. One of the watch towers even lit up a huge bowl to cast better light into the sky. Can't hit a target if you can't see it. Hiccup finally made it into the blacksmiths shop. He hurriedly put on his apron and gloves to prevent burns.

"Nice of you to join the party." The blacksmith said from behind him as he stoked the forge's fire. For all the chaos around them he was pretty calm about the whole thing. "Thought you'd finally gotten carried off." Calm enough to make jokes at my expense.

"Who, me? Nah, come one. I'm too muscular for their tastes." Hiccup countered as he switched the blacksmiths prosthetic out. With difficulty he carried it back to its proper place before rushing back to his tasks.

"Well they need toothpicks don't they?" Was what he said in reply, a gap toothed grin stretching across his face.

The meathead with an attitude and inter-changeable hands is Goober. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little…well, littler.

Hiccup was probably the smallest Viking in Berk that wasn't a child and even some of them were bigger then him. He wasn't the strongest or the most accurate shot. Considering their villages standards for warriors, he'd gotten the short end of the stick. If the villagers weren't watching him to see if he'd make himself useful in other ways then they'd given up on him entirely. Which considering who his father was, was quite the let down for everyone. Hiccup had a very large need to prove himself but his efforts were…viewed as less than stellar.

He hammered swords and armour as he heard Stoick yell to ready the catapults. The flying dragons were far from the only ones to raid Berk but they were some of the hardest to beat. At least on the ground it was harder to dodge some attacks. Gobber's Nosepass, Norward, and Boldore, Per, were no where to be seen but they were likely close to make sure nothing attacked the shop.

The roar of a Salamence was the only warning before one of the houses was ingulfed in fire.

See? Lots and lots of new houses.

A shout of 'Fire' was given and four other teens rushed past right in front of the shop, haling buckets of water. Given that the entire house was on fire Hiccup doubted they could do much. If they has water Pokemon maybe but most kids and teens in Berk weren't allowed partners until they had proven themselves somehow.

Oh, that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And…

The teens emptied their buckets into the roaring fire but it proved for not as a rock flew right into it, collapsing the weakened structure. The teens turned, their backs highlighted by the fire, giving an amazing sight if nothing less. Especially…

Astrid.

Fishlegs was a large boy, his sheer bulk earning him respect despite his timid nature and random outbursts of odd information that no one else ever thought about. Snotlout was big and broad and arrogant, he was alos, unfortunately, Hiccup's cousin. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were both long haired and wiry and completely crazy. Tuffnut was a boy while Ruffnut was a girl but they were startlingly alike in most aspects including appearance.

Astrid was probably the toughest, most graceful and beautiful teen Hiccup had ever known. She wasn't the tallest and also had a thiner frame, more slender then skinny, but all of it was packed with muscle from constant training and he had seen her take down Vikings twice her size.

'Their job is so much cooler' Hiccup thinks, forgetting his work as he leans out the front of the shop to get a better look only to be pulled back by Gobber.

"Oh, come one. Let me out please. I need to make my mark." He protests. Gobber just gives him a look before turning back to his work.

"You've made plenty of marks. In all the wrong places." He says plainly.

"Please, two minutes. That's all it'll take. I'll go out, kill a dragon and my life will be infinitely better. I might even get a date." Hiccup pleads.

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!" Gobber declares, lifting a bola up to show Hiccup before he rears back and throws it out the front. Right into a sneaking Scrafty, downing it instantly.

"Ok, but this will throw it for me!" He explains, dragging something into the front to show Gobber. It was one of his inventions, a bola launcher. If it was the kind of thing admired in Berk, Hiccup would actually get a lot of praise for it. But it isn't and well…some of Hiccup's inventions didn't always work out. This was proved by the fact that as soon as he patted it in accomplishment it launched a bola that hit one of the Vikings and their Pokemon, a Sudowoodo, tying them together and tipping them onto their sides. A sheepish grin spread on his face in the light of Gobber's flat and unimpressed look.

"This is what I'm talking about!" he said, irritation heard clear.

"Its just a small calibration issue-" he tried to explain but was cut off.

"Hiccup, if you ever want to go out and kill dragons then you need to stop…this." Gobber said coolly, waving his arms up and down in Hiccup's direction.

"You just gestured to all of me!" He said incredulously.

"That's it! Stop being all of you!" he cheered. He grabbed a sword and thrust it into Hiccups chest, letting go and letting him fumble with it. Hiccup glared sullenly for a moment, opening his mouth at Gobber's raised eyebrow.

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game." Gobber just scoffed and turned back to his work. "Keeping this much raw Vikingness contained. There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances. Now. Sharpen. That. Sword."

One day I'll go out there. In Berk, killing a dragon is everything. A Haxorus would get me noticed at least. A Sliggoo would get me a girlfriend. A Zweilous would net me double the fame, one for each head.

"They've found the livestock!" was heard as the sudden distressed cries of Miltank, Piloswine, Skiddos and Whimsicott filled the air.

"Concentrate on the lower bank!" Stoick commanded from his perch on one of the catapults. He was disturbed however by the sudden orange glow from right below him.

Then, There's the Charizards and Salamence. They can shrug off just about anything. Only the best go after them. Charizards in particular have a rather nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

The Charizard in question just burst up through the top of the catapult, Stoick yelled to keep firing as he used his hammer to beat the beast back. A sudden piercing noise sent the Vikings into a barely controlled panic.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon that no one has seen. We call it the…

"NOIVERN! Get down!" was all but screamed, one man even through himself off the watch tower so he wouldn't be hit since it usually hit the highest locations. He was proved right just as the bright ball of a Dragon Pulse hits the tower, causing it to explode loudly. The dragons, bolstered by the set back, attack with renewed vigor.

The thing never steals food. Never shows itself. And never misses.

"Hiccup, hold down the fort!" Gobber calls as he reattaches his hammer and leaps over the front and into the fray sending one last look back that plainly read 'Stay'. Hiccup rolls his eyes before making sure the coast is clear. He drags his invention out and sets it up away from the main fight in one of the fields around the village, he just has a feeling he should be there. He waits, launcher at the ready and his eyes peeled.

"Come on, give me something to hit!" he hisses, tension lining his body. All he needs is one chance. Another piercing noise fills the air and he swings the sights in it's general area. Another explosion and there! A split second of purple against the still black sky and Hiccup aims and pulls the trigger, his eyes shut tight from the nerves. The semi-audile noise of the bola hitting flesh was heard and his eyes sprang open just in time to catch a barely discernable shape fall towards the ground into the distance, a enraged cry barely heard over the yells and roars in the village.

"I…I hit it? I HIT IT! Yes, yes, yes!" Hiccup all but danced in glee and exhilaration. "Did anybody see that?" He asked into the air as he turned around to go back into the village. He found himself all but nose to nose with a Salamence. He was torn between still feeling triumphant and dismayed at the likelihood that his life was about to be cut short at the very moment of his success.

"Except you though." He couldn't stop himself form saying. The Pokemon didn't appreciate it given how it narrowed its eyes and growled. Hiccup took his chance to run screaming for help.

He found himself back in the square by the shop where most of the dragons have flown away emptied handed or not. The Salamence seemed to be particularly offended since it didn't stop chasing him. Just when he thought he was done for, corned in front of one of the large torches an Ice Beam hit it right in the face, freezing its jaws shut and oulling a whine of pain from its throat.

"You're done." Came the incensed voice of Stoick along with a deep growl from Wyborn. The Salamence gave one last glare to Hiccup before it conceded and flew away with the rest. Hiccup was left alone to face the accusing and exasperated looks of the village which was only amplified because at that moment the torch had been leaning on tipped sideways and crashed. The glare from Stoick however was the worst to Hiccup.

There's one more thing you should know…

"Sorry, Dad." Hiccup said abashedly.

~~~HTTYD/Pokemon~~~

If its not obvious by now I'm mostly going to follow the httyd plot. This Berk is in the Pokemon world however. Its thousands of years before most of the canon so there aren't any pokeballs or pokedexes and such. Many of the creatures the Berkians think of as dragons aren't even dragon types. This Berk is somewhere in the north between Unova and Kalos since some(including me) think they are close to each other and it works with the story. I really hope you guys enjoy! Digi, out!