Prologue

Hiccup was terrified, staring at the tiny object in her hands, it was round, as black as night itself, size of a pebble and as warm as the rising sun. Although covered entirely in blood Hiccup could still recognise it and what it was meant to do. It was a dragon scale and those were meant to protect dragons' body from flames and weapons, but this scale had been ripped from its main body and it couldn't protect its dragon any longer. Hiccups hands trembled because this particular scale wasn't just any dragon scale it was her dragons scale, it had been ripped cruelly from his tail and tossed aside near Hiccup that she could reach out to take it. Her whole body trembled from the terror and pain. Her hands were covered in cuts and bruises like every other part of her. She was on her knees, facing the ground staring at the scale and the unmoving body just few steps away. Her short brown locks were messy and covered in blood and dirt, her fur west was on the ground shred to pieces, she had her tunic on but it was dirty, bloody and shred, on her middle area she had several bruises, cuts and few open wounds. Her left leg was sparkling with pain and hell did she know was it broken or not, she didn't even care anymore. She didn't care a lot of things anymore, she didn't care what the people of Berk thought about her, she didn't care what Astrid would do to her, she didn't care how disappointed her father was and she didn't care how she would die just that it had to be right now there and then.

Astrid was standing next to Hiccup. Her battle axe was inches away from Hiccups neck. Her muscles were stiff and rigid, she had been restraining Hiccup and telling her that this was for the good of the people and that Hiccup should accept it and just watch in silent, but Hiccup had been anything but silent. She had been kicking and scratching and fighting back as best as she could, but none of that mattered because Hiccup was still the smallest, weakest and sentimentalist Viking ever to be living on northern archipelago. Hiccup had shown Astrid how wonderful it was to fly freely up in the sky, showing her how they could, and should live instead of the fighting and killing, but now that the whole tribe was against Hiccup and her dreams, Astrid had chosen to follow her forefathers' footsteps. While holding Hiccup she had been the brainless solider that the village had raze her to be, there was no wonder, no life in her eyes, just the mental code that she had been living with and growing up to pass down to next generation. Her eyes were dead, not showing any emotions. She could have been sad or jolly or scared, but she didn't show it, because it was for the good of Berk and the people who lived in it. This was just another dragon which had been killed and it didn't matter to her, because that's what Vikings were meant to do.

Hiccup still heard the dreadful screams that had been tearing her mind apart, the screaming of her dragon that had been slaughtered by her own people, right in front of her own eyes. Biting her lip she tried to prevent herself from crying out loud and squeezing her eyes shut she prevented the tears from forming. She held the scale tightly and stood up, missing the axe by inch.

Astrid was shocked when Hiccup stood up, but didn't race her axe against her. Astrid let the axe sag hard on the ground, relaxing her muscles a bit, she was curious of what Hiccup would do next.

Hiccup lifted her gaze from the ground to the unmoving body of her first real friend and finally to the firm gaze of her father. His scowl said more than words could, her father was angry, disappointed, confused and he had so many questions that Hiccup wasn't even sure she could answer to all of them. But something Hiccup did know, she knew that she wouldn't be able to forgive them, she knew that she couldn't live in Berk anymore and she knew that she didn't have a father any longer. She searched something or someone from the crowd of people who would accept her, someone who didn't have that angry scowl, but she found none and after her silent plead she faced her father again but this time more sure of herself. She let a single glittering tear run down from her eye, just to make sure her father know how sad she was for the behalf of that night black dragon lying dead on the ground under his gaze. She twisted around and ran away sliding under the iron gate baring the protest that her body was giving her. She heard the angry yells of the people and the rush of foots that was following and gaining up on her. She crossed the wooden bridge and stopped inches away from falling to certain death. Slowly she turned around to make it more dramatic and mainly because her body was hurting like hell. she looked at the crowd that had run after her, the familiar faces from her childhood, her school mates from the academy, especially Astrid, her long-time friend and mentor, her newly received fans for succeeding so well in dragon "killing" and lastly at her father. There was no sorrow, no regret in Stoick the Vast' eyes, he was not listening although there was nothing to listen, just the silent and stillness of everything. The Vikings were waiting for Hiccup to do something, to make them want to attack her but nobody moved, until Hiccup packed up so her other foot was half way out from land, and this was the movement that make Stoick the Vast rigid and fearful. Yes, he was the hard-core chief of the hairy scary hooligans, Stoick the Vast oh hear his name and tremble ugh ugh, but he was also Hiccups father and she was the only thing that was left from his wife, and he was about to lose her. Hiccup saw the scared eyes of her father and that was enough for her, but she still didn't see any other reason for life and stepped away from the safety of the ground witch held all the hairy hooligans and the body of Toothless on its safely. Time itself slowed down when the hope and air to the hairy hooligans fell into the mercy of raging waves, she looked into the clear skies and waited for the ice cold water to embrace her into an eternal darkness.

She let tears stream down he cheek and whispered to the wind. "I'm sorry Toothless, I just can't live without you" She closed her eyes just before the water hit her and then it was just black and still and silent again.

A common fishing boat was drifting near an unknown island, hundreds miles away from Scotland. The fishers on board were busy loading the boat with fresh fish, few men were lifting fishing net out from sea, one was steering the boat and two were leaning on the realign fishing with poles. The first man with old crappy looking pole and was around his fifty's, he had grey hair growing here and there, but the most of it wasn't on his head, he was very large and muscular despite his old age. He had green top, black breeches and a pair of grey boots. He had an anchor tattoo on his arm and a nasty looking scar going down from his cheek. One could say that he was more of a pirate than a fisher but he would laugh at your face, curse you with some kind of old spell and throw a wine bottle at you. The man next to him was lean but he too had some visible layers of muscles under his pale skin, he was around thirty years old and his raven hair cave him more childish look that he already was. He had brown t-shirt and normal black pants on. He was little jollier than rest of the grew, but it was only because had gotten more fish than they had. He was now collecting his second octopus when something couth his eye, it was something lying in water near shores of the unknown island.

"Gordohn, what's tha' on shore?" He asked the old man fishing with him.

"Heck if ah' know" Gordon answered lightly irritated.

"it seem' like a body" the younger man countered watching closely the unmoving lump on shore.

"Now now Finlay, your eye' ahre bulling triks on yah" Gordon laughed, taking a good and long sip from his whiskey.

"am' serious thats a freaking body layhing there" Finlay let his pole fall in the water and rushed to the rowboat as fast as he could grapping towels and anything else that might be helpful. He rowed like crazy to the shore where he thought he saw the body and found it. It was a young girl laying on the sand her body half in water half in shore. She was cold and her skin colour was bluish, her clothes soaked and she bared several cuts and wounds. Her chest was weakly rising and falling, and this made Finlay act little faster. He grabbed the girl and settled her on the rowboat layering towels around her. While roving towards the fishing boat he noticed something black shining inside the girls' small hands.

"Thi' is definetlyh the wheirdest thin' happen' to me yet"

Okay this was my first story in a long time and if you want me to continue RxR. So this was the prologue to my new story, main characters will be fem Hiccup and male Merida, but because I totally suck at names I'm not gonna come up with new name for Merida or Hiccup bare it. This is considered as 'what if' story and the question is "what if Stoick didn't give Toothless any chase of surviving and killed him on the spot" Sorry to all of you Toothless fans for killing someone so adorable and sweet innocent creature, I wish you can forgive me. Merida is coming in later but not quite yet you have to wait for it. Yet again English is my second language so I'm not good with it and wish you accept the way the Scottish speaks, I had hard time learning the accent. :3 until I write again, bye~