A/N: So here we are. Super nervous, but I gotta admit it was fun to write!

Disclaimer: You honestly think I own HTTYD? NOPE!

And here we go!

Hiccup's POV:

I look up at Gothi, praying to the gods above it would be Astrid. Gobber motioned to Astrid; and Gothi looked deep in thought, so I closed my eyes, knowing that what came next would decide the rest of my life. I sensed Gobber motioning to me and opened my eyes just in time to see Gothi nod. I froze trying to keep the swirling river of emotions inside me from bubbling over. I felt hands beneath me, lifting me up. "Play the part, Hiccup!" I chided myself. I plastered the best fake smile I could across my face and acted like this was the best day of my life.

At my insistence, the people of Berk carried me to my doorstep, still shouting, laughing, and congratulating me. As they set me down and walked away, still partying, I thought bitterly "Now they pay attention to me, all because I can kill a living, breathing, and intelligent creature. It's sickening." I walked inside and up to my room, locking both doors behind me. I sink down on my bed and let the emotions seething inside me lose. A single tear escapes my eye at the thought of leaving Gobber, He was like, No, he IS the father I never had and will never have.

I think about what I will miss the most about Berk, besides Gobber, and realize I will miss the scenery. Berk is a truly beautiful place, minus the people, especially if seen from the sky. Lush forests roll out to meet jagged cliffs, where far below glitters a brilliant blue sea. On windy days, when flying with Toothless, I can watch as waves beat against the unyielding stone walls. It is a beautiful sight, one few are blessed to behold. When flying with Toothless, I feel free and unburdened. I feel one with the Earth and sky; riding the gusts with Toothless.

I smile at the memories and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I belong in the sky with Toothless. Toothless loves me like a brother, and accepts me for who I am as no one else has. He is my best and only friend. I can't wait to tell him we are flying away! He hates this place. Toothless knows I am bullied and used as a human punching bag, and he knows he can't do anything about it. I think that's what frustrates him most, the fact he is helpless against them. Not to say he couldn't take out Berk, but if he revealed himself, I would be in danger and that is what holds Toothless back. I guess we are alike in that matter: I hate being helpless as well.

My thoughts turn to Astrid. I am beyond confused about leaving her at this point. I've had a crush on her since before I can remember, but if she didn't hate my guts before (she did), she sure does now (it just intensified). For years she teased me, hit me, and called me Hiccup the Useless. I remember the day Snotlout, my cousin, came up with my nickname: We were seven and a dragon raid had just taken place.

I had invented a machine to launch an axe. You put it into the slot, pulled the rope tense, and pressed the metal button to send the axe flying out with much more force than any Viking could muster. I had called it the Ultimate Axe. Such a silly name, but I was young. During the raid, Gobber left the shop to help fight the dragons. Seeing my chance, I grabbed the Ultimate Axe and raced outside. I set it up, tensing the rope, and waited, hand hovering nervously over the button.

All around me, small battles raged. Everywhere I looked, I saw Vikings locked in intense fights with dragons. While hatred shined on the faces of the Vikings, the dragons looked almost desperate, as if they wanted nothing more than to leave. So far, none of the houses were on fire, but small brush fires burned throughout our small village, their light dancing eerily of the walls of nearby buildings. Suddenly, a Monstrous Nightmare soared overhead, roaring in rage. I seized my chance and slammed my hand down onto the button.

I heard a twang as the rope released and the axe went flying. It lodged itself in the Nightmare's right foreleg. The Monstrous Nightmare screeched in pain and promptly crashed into a bank of houses. Everyone froze, even the dragons, just for a moment, before the Nightmare ripped the axe out with his teeth and bellowed his fury to the world. He lit himself on fire and the world unfroze.

The dragons took up the roar as a battle cry and made off with most of our sheep, including the Nightmare. Still in the same place, I thought "crap." As everyone turned to stare at me in resentment. The biggest, strongest, and toughest Viking stepped forward. Stoik the Vast, Chief of Berk, greatest dragon-slayer of Berk, and my father. He looked furious. "Hey, Dad." I said meekly. "How's your day today?" I cringed as the look on Stoik's face went from angry to livid with rage. He spoke haltingly, voice colored with his anger, "Hiccup. You burned down six houses. Get out of my sight." He gave me a glare that would scare Thor and turned to Gobber, "Take him home." Gobber and I walked past a line of kids my own age.

Snotlout called out, "Nice going, Useless! Hey, I got a name for you: Hiccup the Useless! All of them laughed, even Astrid which, hurt the most; and started chanting "Hiccup the Useless! Hiccup the Useless! Hiccup the Useless! Hiccup the Useless! Hiccup the Useless!" My father looked on passively, not stepping in, not helping me, his son. Gobber and I silently parted after we reached my doorstep.

As I think back on that day, tears flow freely down my cheeks. Ever since then I have been called Useless or Hiccup the Useless. Gobber was the only one to call me Hiccup. Until I gained fame for my "dragon-slaying" skills. Then, it switched to Hiccup. All because I can murder an intelligent life form. No, I will not miss anyone but Gobber. Then, an image of Astrid pops into my mind. I am so confused about her. She didn't like me at all, often times joining in on the bullying.

But, an image of her fighting a Gronckle during a raid swims to the front of my swirling thoughts: her axe swings in a graceful arc, the sun glinting of the blade, her beautiful blue eyes shining, and braid swinging wildly. She is beautiful, quite a sight to behold, especially when fighting. The axe bonks the Gronckle on the nose. I heard the distinctive cracking of bones. For a moment, I think I am going to be sick. Before I have a chance to kneel over, the Gronckle cries out in pain and fear, intensifying the nausea, then flies away. I feel a stab of sympathy for the creature before Astrid's captivating voice makes its way to me: "What are you looking at, Useless?" Though she is glaring at me, she still looks like an angel that fell from Heaven. I respond: "Nothing." And scurry away.

She still looks like an angel today, her beauty growing with her age. But she hates me. Astrid's beauty is like the winter: beautiful but cold and dangerous. She will never see me as anything more than Hiccup the Useless. I sigh, stand up, stretch, and begin moving around to pack my things for the long journey ahead of me.

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