Hey guys this is my first story, so I am a bit nervous..

I am a big fan of HTTYD and the Gaius Valerius Verrens book series (set in the Roman era) from Douglas Jackson. So what I basically did was to mix those two universes up. I took the characters from HTTYD and put them in the universe of Verrens.

This story will be loosely based the book "Hero of Rome", the first book of the series. That's why there will be some historically names for things, people and locations. I will put a glossary at the end of each chapter and explain in it all Latin words and meanings. I also changed some of the names to something more latin, but their nicknames will be the same. Sorry for that inconvenience but I want to stay as much historically correct as possible. The Story will be rated M for violence and possible lemon later on.

So I hope you will enjoy it and keep me updated in which way I could improve my way of writing. Oh and English isn't my first language, so sorry for bad English I guess.

And before I forget, I don't own How to train your dragon nor the Gaius Valerius Verrens series. Have

Hiccup was only on this island for six weeks and he hated it already. He hated its rainy weather, its dark and thick forests, its rocky coasts, but what he hated the most was its people. Those Britons were a real pain in the ass for him and his century.

This was the second tribe which rebelled this month against the roman rule and it was the second time this month he and his cohort were sent in to punish them. "Fucking barbarians" he thought and made himself ready for another charge of the horde standing before him. He was starring over the edge of his shield at the axe wielding bulks of meat and muscles. Then they charged.

Hiccup prepared himself by pushing the sole of his left food in the ground, taking a near crouching stand and holding his shield before him. He looked to the right and left of him and saw the stern faces of his fellow Legionaries which had taken a similar stand. They formed a shield wall which blocked the whole street. Hiccup stole a short glance at the buildings which were flanking the soldiers on both sides. They were huts of medium and short height which were made out of mud, wood and straw, typical barbarian buildings. The Legionaries behind the first line were preparing themselves to jump in gaps, or to change positions with men in the first rank that will be wounded, exhausted or in the worst case dead. Hiccup was satisfied to see that every one of his men seemed to know what to do, so he shouted to them "Brace yourself men, we will show those barbarians the meaning of valour!"

The mass of hair, moustaches, axes, swords, other pointy things, limbs and angry faces was coming closer and closer. Hiccup could now make out little details on them, like sweat drops running down foreheads, missing chains in chainmail's which were scavenged from dead Legionaries or auxiliary units, veins which were pulsating on throats and spit which flew out of the mouths of angry shouting men. The horde was now only five meters away, Hiccup then was locking his eyes on the Celt directly approaching him.

He was a hulk of a man, meaty arms and muscles, brought shoulders, a white coloured moustache, white coloured hair, painted all over his body were symbols and images in a blue colour and the worst of all, he was completely naked. Those were the things Hiccup didn't understand, why the hell would they charge naked in to battle, were they crazy? Or even worse were they protected by some sort of black wizardry from one of those druids he heard about? The Celt was wielding a big great sword and held it high over his head while charging at him.

Now only two meters away, Hiccup put the whistle, which he used to give a signal to change the ranks, in his mouth and made a last glance to the right and left to be sure his men were ready.

Just as the white haired Celt was only half a meter away Hiccup pushed his shield with his left arm and shoulder in the vague direction of the attackers head. Then he heard a rewarding crack as the hard wood hit the attacker directly on the nose. The Celt dropped with smack to the ground and didn't move, he either was knocked out or dead Hiccup didn't really care. He quickly got back in line and got his shield up once again.

He saw that the Legionary Titus Tullius Thorstus to his immediate right was being attacked by three barbarians at once and slowly losing ground to them. So he stabbed the closest of the three into the rib cache, the Celt screamed in pain and dropped his weapons to hold his gashing wound. But before he could reach it with his hand a Pilum, thrown from the rear roman ranks, hit him in the throat and he dropped flat on his back gasping for air.

Hiccup snapped over his shoulder only to see the grinning face of Legionary Fabianus Flavius Fisclegtus with a wide grin on his face. Hiccup made a notice in his head to thank him later and give him an extra pay for this week. Then he saw a blade launched at his face, Hiccup throw his head back and avoided the worst of the blow, the incoming blade only scratched the skin on his chin. He launched his shield upwards and knocked the sword out of the attacking hand. He proceeded by slashing at the now retreating arm with his blade and hit it hard. He heard a scream of pain and grinned satisfied. The arm was nearly cut in half, only held together by a narrow string of skin and muscle tissue. The Celt to whom the now destroyed arm belonged starred just in shock, but he was then hit in the guts by another roman sword and fell dead before the roman line. Hiccup then blew his whistle and the whole front row, expect of him, run through the ranks back to the end of the roman formation, simultaneously the second row made a pace forward to take the front position. That's how the romans always kept fresh troops in the front.

The stabbing and slashing went on and on for a good 20 minutes, more Celts joined their fellow brothers lying dead or wounded on the ground. Then a horn was heard, Hiccup distinguished it as a roman signaller trumpet, and a formation of auxiliar soldiers stormed from behind some houses into the back of the Celts. Being pinned between two blocks of steel and muscle the Celts were quickly dying now. As the last man was dead they could hear the trumpets signalling that the battle was won, every single soldier began to cheer and patting each other on the backs.

After the slave-taking and looting, of the barbarian fort, were over the century of Hiccup began their walk back to the roman encampment. In the encampment while walking to his tent Hiccup was greeted by the now grinning Legion's blacksmith, which all only knew as Gobber "Hi there Legate, nice dent you have in your scutum" Hiccup looked down and saw the steel plate in the middle of his shield severely dented, exactly there where he hit the white haired one. "Yeah those Britons have heads made out of stone" he laughed back. Gobber only chuckled and said "You like to really test your equipment don't you, oh before I forget there was a letter for you, I took the liberty and put it in your tent.". Hiccup then said his thanks and goodbyes to him and continued his walk to the tent.

As he arrived in his tent Hiccup took of his armour and equipment, he proceeded then to wash the dirt and blood of himself and his equipment. As he was finished he touched the scratch on his chin to control the extent of his injurie. It was only a scratch thus he ignored it and went to his bed, where a scroll was lying on the blanket.

He took it and opened it and began to read.

"Dear Son

I hope all is going on well in Britannia for you, I heard there is a lot of civil unrest going on at the moment. Nonetheless I hope you'll having a useful experience there which you could use later in your years as the head of our family in Rome.

As you know you're 20 years old now the perfect age for marriage, I've already a good bride in mind. The daughter of Sextus Olivianus Aulus, Heatheratia to be exact. I think you remember her from all the times we were invited to feasts at her father's house.

But the true reason I wrote you is to tell you all the happenings in the Senat, so to begin with…" Hiccup just over flew those lines because he wasn't really interested in them, he never wanted to go into politics but his father had other plans for him. Then he arrived at the bottom of the scroll and read.

"I wish you could look with your soldiers work

Sincerely your Father

Sextilius Stoicklus Hadrianus."

Hiccup swallowed hard, marriage with Heatheratia? The one who made fun and bullied him for his little physic during their childhood? How could this get even worse? Not that his father could actually force him to marry, but he always know how to get what he wanted. The only way out of this was to marry someone else first. But whom? He was on this gods forsaken Island and he didn't know any women apart from the servant girls and daughters from the friends of his father, which he all didn't like, at home. He had only six more months left before he had to go back "My last six months of freedom" he muttered to himself while lying on the bed and thinking about his situation.

I hope you enjoyed it and please tell me your sincere opinion as a review. I am still learning so please be not too harsh on me.

Glossary:

Auxiliary Units – Units made up from soldiers from around the Empire who were not roman citizens (Helvetians, Thracians etc.).

Century – A unit of a roman Legion, numbering 80 men.

Gladius – The short sword used by all roman soldiers

Legate –The general of a Legion.

Legion – A roman unit numbering around 5,000 men. All soldiers of it are roman citizens

Pilum – A heavy attack javelin used by the romans.

Tribune – A roman officer, six of them would serve in each Legion and would receive their orders directly from the legate.

Scutum – The big shield used by the Legionaries.