This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.

I woke up to only see nothing but darkness. Which is to be expected since It's night time. But I had very good feeling(well not exactly good) that something is going to happen.

This place is many things. One of them is sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. Very impressive for a place that gets unwanted and... destructive visitors

I readied my daggers and hid them in my makeshift leather sash that was littered with pockets to hide my daggers. Like I always say, "Better safe than dead."

Let's see the activities. We have fishing, hunting and the peaceful view of the sunset. The only problems are the so-called 'pests'.

I got out of my house and traveled to the sheep's grazing area. On the way, I saw a couple of Sheep eating. Then, As quick as a professional archer, A claw then grabbed a sheep. The other just nonchalantly moved to the empty area and continued eating. 'Must've become usual for them to be taken.' I thought.

Most places have mice, mosquitoes and other such. But, lucky us, we got stuck with even bigger ones. Joy... What are they? Well, we have...

A red creature with scales ablaze flew through the village, setting a few houses on fire. "Dragons..." I muttered, making a run for it. I headed to the only place where I know I I'll find some better use of equipments. The forge.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't we run away from the big, scary dragons who will not hesitate to tear us apart? Well, the answer is simple, We're Vikings. We have... stubbornness issues. Too vague for ya? In simple words, We're the type of people that say "We fight beasts like you for a hobby.". Which is true actually. This was almost pretty normal that people would've treated this as a wake-up call. If you count fighting for your lives, food and houses a wake-up call. I spotted a Blue dragon(that almost looked like a dragon version of a chicken) diving down at me. This was a Deadly nadder. The dragon shot flames at me as it got near me. I dodged out of the way and threw daggers that hit the Nadder's belly, making it roar in pain before fleeing. See? Chicken. I shouldn't blame it. These daggers are pretty sharp for a couple of kitchen knives, as Vikings so lightly put it.

Names. Marcus Makker the Swift. Not exactly a Viking name but was accepted no less. I was also nicknamed Frost bite because one time a kid was insulting me. I snapped and glared at him that he basically froze in fear. Heard from his parent's friends that I practically made him feel like he was frozen in ice. Which to my opinion, Is quite exaggerating. I'm a bit scrawny for a Viking but nonetheless still dangerous. There's a reason why I received the title "the swift". Now appearances, Thin(yet not too thin) body frame, Ocean blue eyes, White long and spiky hair(Also another reason why I was Nicknamed Frost Bite), Bangs that cover my right eye (for appearances). Clothes are the usual tunic. Anyway, You're probably wondering why I use daggers instead of a sword, mace, axe or a hammer. It's because I don't find slashing dragons until their limbs fall off... great and satisfying. These creatures are a Marvel to me anyway. And... some of those are just too... heavy for me.

Anyway! Back to current events!

Throwing another couple of daggers at a Zippleback, I saw my Long time best friend. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, running through the chaos of the war zone. As usual, Vikings yell at him to get back inside. I couldn't blame them. He's known to attract accidents and trouble wherever he goes.

"Yo, Hiccup!" I greeted. Hiccup is a few inches smaller than me due to being... hiccup. 'Fishbone' seems to be what others call him which annoys him a lot. He's not exactly what you would expect from a Viking. Scrawny, lean as a twig(which he seemed to be called as well), Auburn hair, freckly face and emerald green eyes. He's practically the only Viking who's actually Smart enough to not charge and yell at a dragon just to boast your skills. Mind you, I never thought I'd see someone who uses brains instead muscles. It was a surprise to me. I'm also the only friend hiccup has. Lonely, right?

"Hey Marcus and good morning!" He greeted back with his usual grin. He's also one the few Viking who's polite enough to give a proper good morning. I mean, really, who shouts at your face and greets you morning? We ran to each other and gave a high five. Together, We seem to be called the Trouble making duo. That was because when we go do something, It consist of crazy stuffs that usually gets us into trouble. Good times, I say. But That tale is a story for another time.

A large hand then pulled hiccup before he was roasted by a Monstrous Nightmare. See? Accident prone. Lucky he has me around. Said man who pulled hiccup was none other than the Chief, Who looked really irritated to see hiccup. "What is he doing out agai-?!" Stoick looked at hiccup. "What are you doing out?! Get inside!" He ordered. That, my dear friends, is Stoick the vast. Chief of the Hairy Hooligan tribe. They say when he was a baby, He popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders. Do I believe it? Probably Exaggerating. But seeing as how he's muscled more than the average Viking and being chief, I'm open to possibilities.

"What've we got?" He asked one of the town's watchmen. "Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." An explosion made the watchmen duck using his shield as cover while a bit of flame landed on the chief's shoulder, who just brushed it off as if it were dust. Okay, maybe they weren't one hundred percent exaggerating on the "popping a dragon's head when he was a baby". "Any night-furies?" He asked. "None so far." Answered the watchmen. "Good." Stoick replied before turning to me and hiccup. He looked at us as if we burned a house. Which we... accidentally did a few times back.

"You two... Stay out of trouble." He ordered. "Yes sir." Answered both hiccup and me, before both of us looked at each other. "Forge?" Hiccup asked. I smirked. "Yeah... And maybe test out that thing you were making." I answered.

We sprinted to the forge and, after entering, was greeted by a large man with a missing limb and arm. "Oh nice of you two to join the party. I thought you two would've been carried off." Chuckled the Viking with the blonde mustache. Hiccup quickly answered with a boast, "Who me? No, I'm way too muscular for their taste.". I snorted at that. "They wouldn't know what to do with all the muscle he has." I added. Hiccup then wore his usual blacksmith apron."Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" Joked the man with the missing limb and arm.

Guy with the missing limb and Interchangeable hands is Gobber the Belch. Town's local Viking warrior-turned-Blacksmith. He wouldn't be able to fight as good as before, what with the missing parts and all. But he still can hold out on his own. Hiccup and I have been his apprentice ever since we were little... Well, for Hiccup's case, Littler. Hiccup became his apprentice because blacksmithing was the only skill he could do without blowing things up... Sometimes. I, on the other hand, became one because Hiccup was one and I needed to learn how to make and sharpen daggers. Hiccup opened the window, revealing other Vikings tossing in their bended swords. One thing hiccup can do perfectly, is something not even Gobber can. He can make a sword that would've made a raven try and take due to It's exquisite design. I got to a corner and sharpened my daggers. They were getting dull. Just then, A dragon then shot flames that burned a house. See that? Whole village Lots of new houses. The village's local Fire brigade then came into action. The brigade consist of Five people, some same ages as hiccup and me. You'd think they're a group to be admired by a lot of kids. To me, nothing but idiots except one or two. I'll list them from complete idiot to not so idiot.

Snotlout Jorgenson. Or as I like to call him, "Snotface". Hiccup's cousin. Don't ask me how they're related because I have no idea how anyway. Jerky and Hiccup's number one bully. He's also the kid who gave me the Nickname "Frost Bite". I still can't forget that moment and laughed at it every time I remember it.

Next are the twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut thorston. You'd think being twins they would work together. But nope! They're the opposite of teamwork. They always fight who gets, does and says. It's rare for them to actually work together and not fight each other. If they do, They're either pulling off one of their pranks on someone or they're sick. I should know, I'm speaking from experiences.

Then, The next one is a tall and very huge Viking, for a teen anyways. He looked like he could crush the windpipe of anyone, if it weren't for the fact he's sometimes as scared as a cat. His name is Fishlegs Ingerman, the only smart one of the group. Well, maybe Hiccup's not the only guy who uses brains to it's fullest. While hiccup focuses his intelligence on inventions and craftsmanship, Fishlegs is practically walking Dragon Encyclopedia. Guy read the book of dragons five, or was it seven, times.

Last is the second girl in the group. Astrid Hofferson, the Viking Shield-Maiden. And all of the male teen's number one crush. Me not included. Unfortunately, My friend, Hiccup, has a crush on her ever since he first laid eyes on her. She's the prime example of a Warrior. Which would be surprising for a girl. Nonetheless, Best will-be Viking there is. She spent her time improving herself all the time. Which makes her a bit cold towards others. She also treats Hiccup like he doesn't even exist! That made me not like her that much.

An explosion came from behind them and made all of them look like they were in slow-mo and the best Vikings there is. I can also see Hiccup look at Astrid dreamily and dramatically, like he just saw to the Goddess of Beauty.

I hate them with a fiery passion.

Hiccup was then yanked away from the epic scene. Hiccup could only groan. "Oh come on! Let me out please! I need to make my mark!" He protested. Gobber snorted. "Oh, you made plenty of marks. All on the wrong places. Both of you and Marcus." Gobber told him. Really? It's not my fault Hiccup's inventions go wrong... Even if I did helped draw the schematics. "Please! Just two minutes, I'll kill a dragon! My life will get infinitely better... I might even get a date!" He pleaded. I rolled my eyes at that last one. His life may get Infinitely better, but a date? Not with Astrid. Of that, I am sure. She'd sooner date Fishlegs than him. Probably. The girl is impossible to Impress. "You can't lift a hammer, You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these!" Gobber said exasperatedly, showing a bola. Which was grabbed by a random Viking, who used it to ensnare a Gronckle. I finished my set of sharp daggers and snickered. I walked to Hiccup's side and said "Why yes, Gobber. Hiccup can't throw a bola. Which is why...". Hiccup realized what I was saying and finished my sentence. "We made this." He patted a well made launcher we made over our free time.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the launcher unwrapped itself and flung a pair of Bola. I sidestepped, as well as gobber, to avoid the bola. But the Viking behind gobber wasn't so lucky. I cringed. Why did that happen? It didn't happen before.

"See, now this right here, is what I'm talking about!" Gobber said. "It's just a Mild Calibration Issue!" We shouted in unison. "Hiccup! Marcus! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, You need to stop all... this." He said, gesturing at both of us. I snorted. I can handle my own! "But you just gestured to all of us!" We said in unison again.

"Well, Except for Marcus who knows how to hit and run, at least." Gobber said pointing at me. I "hmmp'd" at that. Hiccup just looked offended. "So yes! That's it! Stop being all of you, Hiccup!" He said. "Ohhhh..." Hiccup started. "Oh, yes." Gobber replied. "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game! Keeping this much raw Viking-ness contained? There will be consequences!' Threatened Hiccup. Like that will work.

Gobber only replied with, "I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." He then gave hiccup a sword to sharpen. I sighed. This has been going on ever since I could remember. A few days ago, I told hiccup the standard... results of each dragon slays.

A nadder head. Sure, He'll at least get noticed.

Gronckles. Probably make Astrid acknowledge him.

A Hideous ZippleBack. He'll be lucky if He's still alive with all limbs. But definitely earn the respect of his father.

Monstrous Nightmare. I told him he won't survive that, but he insisted. He'll completely change what all of Berk thinks of him. That is, If he could even get pass the dragon's nasty habit of setting itself on fire(After that fact, I'm pretty sure dragons are smarter than Vikings give credit for, which isn't exactly a lot). That's not even counting on the dragon Itself!

But, of course, the ultimate prize of a Viking could only ever dream of killing. We call it the...

"NIGHT FURY!"

"GET DOWN!"

A high pitched roar, signalling the dragon's approach, and an explosion of a nearby catapult. The elusive dragon struck like lightning. This dragon, unlike all the others, is a mystery even to our ancestors. It never steals food, never shows itself and...

BOOM!

Never Misses...

It was the perfect saboteur. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why Hiccup said He'll be the first. Huh? Oh, Gobber's talking again. "Mind the forge, Hiccup. They need me out there!" Gobber walked out the forge, then gave hiccup an order. "Stay. Put There." Commanded Gobber. Hiccup and I just stared at him. "You know what I mean." Gobber said, then let out a battle cry. I glanced at hiccup and he glanced at me as well.

"Let's?" I asked. Hiccup didn't need to be told twice. "Let's." He answered. We grabbed the launcher(Who me and hiccup called "The Mangler") and ran outside the forge. We ignored all of the other Vikings orders to "Stay inside!" and "Hiccup! Marcus! Get back inside!". Like We'll ever listen to them. While Hiccup answered with "I know! Be right back!" and avoiding dragons and Vikings alike, I continued to ward off any dragons that would get close to us by throwing daggers at their weak-spots. Mostly under their bellies.

We then reached an open clearing. I kept a look out for any dragon(especially the night fury) for us to shoot down. While Hiccup muttered something about giving him something to shoot at, I caught a lucky glimpse of the silhouette of the Night fury in the night sky. It was very hard to see it though. I almost mistook it as something in my eye.

A high pitched roar and another shot was fired, destroying another catapult. We saw the black silhouette of the dragon.

"Now, Hiccup! Fire!" I shouted. He took aim, closed his eyes and fired. He was knocked back by the force of the shot. What happened next would've baffled anyone. The bola Hit the Dragon and a roar of panic(and pain) was heard. The dragon landed somewhere in Raven's point. Hiccup got up and stared, mouth agape, at the place where the Night fury landed.

"Oh, I hit it. Yes! I hit it! Did anybody see that?" Hiccup shouted. I heard a growl from behind me and looked back. I couldn't believe our damn luck...

A Monstrous Nightmare appeared from the cliff and smashed Hiccup's launcher to pieces. Damn. First Invention that Hiccup made that actually did it's purpose, and It now laid in pieces. "Except for you..." Hiccup said sarcastically. I will never understand how hiccup can always be so sarcastic, even in the face of danger. I reached into my pocket filled sash to grab more daggers. Only to find out that I ran out. Great. The dragon reared it's head up and prepared to lunge at us. I grabbed hiccup's hand and ran screaming like a man(girl). Lucky us, this wasn't the first time we were chased by a dragon. So, We have a lot of practice in running away and screaming.

The dragon continued firing at us and I knew It'll run out of shots. I just need to tire it somehow. Just as the Dragon fired it's last shot(Thank Odin), We hid behind one of the Grand torch and hoped It would find someone else to roast.

Unfortunately, thanks to our Infamous bad luck, The dragon decided to go for the easy prey. Which was us. Hiccup took a moment to glance behind us to see if the dragon was still there. I, on the other hand was now face to face with it as It snuck on the opposite side where hiccup looked. Holy mother of Thor! Those are a lot of razor sharp Teeth! Just as I thought we were going to die(Again), Something, or rather someone, tackled the Dragon. It was Stoick! Thank Odin He's here! I was about to pray to Loki for something to come and save us! The dragon roared at him and tried to shoot him with It's fire. Only for it to find out it was all out. Now It could have been just my Imagination, But was that fear in It's eyes? Surely A dragon, Especially a Monstrous Nightmare,couldn't feel fear right? It just... goes against everything Vikings ever known(well some of them anyway). Stoick then proceeded to punch the dragon's face and it flew away in retreat.

The handle holding the grand torch melted, revealing me and hiccup smiling nervously. The torch then rolled to the side, burning a few houses and releasing the dragons that were captured by the Vikings. Looks like the dragons win this time... Oh yeah... There's also something you're supposed to know about Hiccup.

"Sorry... Dad." Apologized hiccup to Stoick.

Pretty surprising, yeah? Joy. This will not end well for the both of us...

A/n: So... what do you guys think? It's my first story and... that. Please don't be too hard on it! I'm only a rookie! Anyway, PM me if there's something wrong, Ideas for a better plot story than the one in my head are welcome and please fave. It will mean a lot to me if you do.