Hey Guys, so I've realized that there aren't many Hiccup/heather fanfictions going around and as much as I love Hiccstrid, I've always wanted to see a fanfiction with Heather and Hiccup where they aren't siblings, Kinda...you'll see what I mean if you continue to read this.

The main pairing is Heather/Hiccup, Astrid will appear later but she will not be Hiccups main love interest because that has been covered so much before and I really want to try to write something a bit different to other Httyd fanfiction, So to that extent please if you decide to leave a review, which I highly encourage, please don't just point out flaws in their relationship from the show on how they would never work out, this is a fanfiction and the character's story's and personalities are different so that it works out that way.

Anyway, I really hope that rant hasn't put you off wanting to read this story...

The main idea I had for this is: What if Hiccup was Orphaned or lost at a young age and found by the beserker tribe and raised by Oswald as his adopted son, meaning he'd grow up with Heather and Dagur, though he'd know he's adopted, eventually I'd want a relationship between Heather and Hiccup to form, If you find this weird I'm justifying as being like Barry and Iris from CW's 'The Flash' who were raised as brother and sister but get married during the shows run, anyway the main plot would be them being together and dealing the reactions of the tribes and some other things I'm planning to put into this that I don't want to spoil, again apologies if you find this weird but as I said, if The Flash can get away with it this should be fine, Apologize that the prologue is so short, I'll try to lengthen them in future, but I just wanted to see what the initial reaction to the premise was, so please if you would be so kind as to leave a review it would be greatly apriciated and alow me further develop this story, anyway I hope you enjoy reading my first story 'Beserker Raized'.

Prologue:

The sky was scarred by the unrelenting flashes of lightning and the galling winds were almost silenced the deafening boom of the following thunder, the waves of the ocean thrashed violently not even the most territorial Scauldron would have braved these waters, but Stoick The Vast, was no Scauldron, he was a Viking and a chief at that, it was expected of him that he got to Outcast Island to sign the treaty and he had, as tradition dictated the chief and his family including his newborn child, who'd yet to receive a name, had boarded their longship and set course for their latest allies home, they arrived on schedule, completed the tour, watched a demonstration of the Beserkers latest war chants and had a feast in their honour well his honour, Valka, had retired to their temporary accommodations with their baby to get some needed rest, the following day they'd planned to leave as early as they could, however, the morning fog lay thick relentlessly clinging to the water refusing to disperse until late afternoon at which point leaving would mean sailing through the night, somthing Stoick was quick to dismiss not wishing to risk his family's lives and so at Oswald's request he stayed another night.

looking back Stoick almost found it humorous at his failure to predict one of the worst storms in Arcapelligo history, however, his family was at risk and that wasn't something to find humour in, the longship, dwarfed by the surrounding waves, was now at the whim of the ocean and all he could do now was pray to the gods they would keep them safe, Sighing Stoick decided to withdraw below deck to seek shelter with his wife and child, the journey to the steps, although a short few steps away, was nauseating, to say the least, each moment the waves threatened to fling the Chief of the Hooligans overboard with little effort, a few moments that lasted too long for Stoick he reached the hatch to the stairs and after a short-lived battle with the catch he opened it and was under.

"Stoick, thank Thor you're okay" Valka, cried from the far corner where she was nursing their child.

"You really think a bit of bad weather is enough to defeat the chief of Berk?" he replied attempting to lighten the mood.

"You really think I don't know when are you lying to make me feel better? She countered causing a small chuckle from her husband, however, the moment was short-lived as a wave crashed against the ship throwing the Viking chief to his knees.

"If we manage to get through this, I don't think we will have to wait for the little one's first birthday to name him," He said as he embraced his wife and child, as yet another wave hit almost capsizing the ship in its wake.

"Stoick it getting worse..."Valka began before a loud cracking could be heard all around them, suddenly inside became outside as the ship was torn in two before being submerged under the titanic waves.

Oswald The Great, chief of the feared beserkers and deadliest warrior of the Archipelago was standing on cliffs of Berserker island watching on in shock as the storm that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere began heading towards Stoick's last known location, The two tribes had had their differences in the past, with each island sending raids against one another, but after the two chiefs where forced to fight beside each other in battle against a common enemy he had learned to respect the man, forging the new alliance between the two tribes and earning a good friend in the process, a good friends who was now at the mercy of the gods, Oswald prayed that Stoick and his family would be safe but he knew better than to be optimistic about their chances as a storm this big was not something to take lightly, he was brought out of his trance at the appearance of an approaching guard

"Chief, we've found someone shipwrecked on the beach, your wife is already down there helping" the guard announced, thanking the man Oswald swiftly headed towards the path that leads away from the ridge.

Arriving at the beach Oswald headed towards the figures down the shoreline he was in no rush and had a strong suspicion on who the survivor was, debris was littered everywhere, planks of wood, crates, and fabric lay strewn around, there were several people including his wife all gathered around a still form laying on a piece of wreckage, nearing the group he realized that the form wasn't as still as he thought, at least not yet, and could, in fact, just make out the figure desperately grasping the hands of his wife before coming into earshot of them.

"Please keep him safe" the broken voice of the survivor mumbled the life slowly leaving her.

"We will, I promise..."His wife responded, Oswald, stopped in his tracks, although her back was turned to him and the face of the survivor blocked from view he recognized the familiar voice, taking a deep breath he moved next to his wife,
"He'll be like another of our children, I swear Valka..."