First of all, thank you for clicking on this story! It's my first and well, that summary was just. . . *facepalm*. Anyway, this is just a (not very) interesting chapter, just to get the story going.

My island, a place of extreme weather, constant destruction and famous for having a three hundred year war with our pests. And believe it or not, we get along just fine.

"Hurry up with that axe, Hiccup!"

The six-and-a-half foot blonde is Gobber the Belch, providing the people of Berk with sharp weapons and attitude ever since fifty percent of his limbs became dragon food - condemning him to a life out of the action (unless, of course, we become incredibly desperate). Lugging the now sharpened battle axe to the front of the shop, there was a cry of war as the viking charged into the fray.

"Fire!"

I watched as the patrol filled the buckets up with water and began to douse the flames. Fishlegs, Snotlout, Twins - Ruffnut and Tuffnut and . . .Astrid. If it wasn't for how good she looked, I would've been mildly concerned about the fact that the house behind them was blowing up. They're so much cooler than me, sitting pretty in my little apron. I'm ment to be out there . . . killing things!

I could feel myself being hoisted back by my one armed companion. "Oh come on, let me out! Please? I need to make my mark!"

"Oh you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places!"

"Please, two minutes! I'll kill a dragon; my life will get infinitely better, I may even get a date." (With Astrid!)

"You can't lift a hammer," (true) "you can't swing an axe," (okay) "you can't even throw one of these !" (Not my fault the stupid thing decided to get tangled around my legs!)

"But this will throw it for me." I tapped my (now ex) trusty invention.

"See, this right here is what I'm talkin' about!"

"But the mild calibratio-"

" Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all . . .this." He waved his clamp and the one (good) hand in my direction. Well, that was just plain mean.

"You just pointed at all of me!"

"Yes, that's it. Stop being all of you!"

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhhh.

"You, Sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping all this raw vikingness contained? There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpened. Now."

One day I'll get out there, because killing a dragon is everything around here. . . Man, Astrid is cool.