Okay, people! First things' first!

I did NOT steal this story! Repeat, did NOT steal it.

I used to be 'DevilHalfa3333' on , but I made myself a NEW account.

See, I wrote out this story on my OLD account, but let's just say that I was unhappy with the original ending. So I've been rewritting my old story, and I have decided to repost it.

For the past month or so, since I've deleted the story, I've been posting it on a website called DeviantArt. Check it out if you want. I'm Stitchpunk12.

The point is, I am reposting my story, 'The New Life For A Hiccup', and I'm doing it on a NEW account, because I feel more comfortable with it after deleting my old story.

And if anyone, ANYONE!, accuses me of stealing this story, I WILL take it down from , and it will NEVER be seen on this website again!

CAPISH?! (Understand?!)

GOOD!

Okay, now that that's out of the way, I've been rewritting this story, and redoing the ending. Actually, it's not finished yet, I just got impatient, but like I said, I've been redoing it, fixing spelling mistakes, and whatnot.

I don't own HTTYD, but I own the story and all my own Oc's.

So, without further ado, here's the story;

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How To Train Your Dragon

The New Life For A Hiccup (Reuploaded)

Chapter 1- Run Away

"Leaving! We're leaving! Lets pack up! Looks like me and you are going on a little vacation... forever."

Hiccup called out to his dragon as he walked into the cove, a bag slung over his shoulder.

Hiccup knew what he was doing was wrong. He had finally gained the respect of the people in his village, and finally made his father proud. But he knew good and well that he couldn't stay.

Hiccup couldn't kill that Monstrous Nightmare. He just couldn't. He knew that from the beginning of his Dragon Training.

And besides, if he killed that dragon, it would be like killing Toothless on the inside... Betraying Toothless was far worse than betraying his entire village.

So leaving was Hiccup's only option.

Opening his bag, muttering an 'Aw, man,' Hiccup checked to make sure he had everything he needed; A few extra sets of clothes, his blanket and pillow, his charcoal pen, some journals, some supplies from the forge and his room, a fishing rod, his knife and a short sword (Also taken from the forge), a bunch of his old drawings, and the helmet his father gave him...

The helmet...

Hiccup brought that helmet with him to remind him of his mother and the one and only time his father had ever been proud of him. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

But it was also the memory of a lie that lasted weeks. Weeks of faking it in the ring, fooling everybody. That helmet was just a bad memory...

Frustrated with everything going wrong right when it was going right, Hiccup threw his helmet to the ground, kicked it, and sent it flying across the cove, hitting one of the rocky walls, denting it in the process (The helmet, not the rocks).

Hiccup felt something nuzzling his leg. He looked down. In his anger, he hadn't realized that Toothless had come up to him, looking at him with big worried eyes.

Hiccup petted the Night Fury's nose. "I'm okay, Toothless. We're leaving."

Toothless gave him a look, as if to say, 'Leaving? But why?'

Hiccup didn't want to tell Toothless about killing one of his own kind. Thinking fast, Hiccup said;

"Because I'm tired of being a hiccup. I'm tired of everyone putting me down, treating me like dirt under their boots. For years, years, Toothless, I've been tried to help them. I never meant to make things worse. I was only trying to help. But nobody cares about me, Toothless. You're my only real friend. My best friend."

Great job, Hiccup. Not exactly a lie. That was technically true. No one in the village actually cared about him. They didn't even care about him now that he was good in training. They were just happy that he was no long a problem, no longer the downfall of Berk waiting to happen.

Toothless rubbed his head against his rider's leg, trying to comfort him in any way.

Hiccup knelled down and wrapped his arms around Toothless's neck in a hug. "It's okay, Bud. When we leave, no one can tie me- or you- down anymore. We can learn new things, discover new places, maybe even discover new species of dragons. Maybe we can find more Night Furies."

Toothless made a weird noise that sounded like a cry of joy. His eyes sparkled.

"That's the spirit!" Hiccup encouraged. "We can do whatever we want now! We're a tribe now, just you and me. Now can do anything!"

Toothless leaped for joy, happy that his rider was happy again.

Hiccup then grabbed his bag and climbed on top of Toothless. As Toothless took to the sky, Hiccup though about his father. He had left a note for him back at the house earlier. He also hid all his drawings of Toothless, and his tail designs somewhere where no one would ever find them.

Hiccup wanted to make sure no one saw them, or noticed he was gone until he was far enough away that they couldn't find him (Of course, it was probably a little obvious, since he got carried away and cleaned his room while hiding his drawings). But it didn't matter.

His father was the worst of them all. He always looked at Hiccup with such a disappointed glare, like it was Hiccup's own fault that he was a scrawny excuse for a Viking.

Well, if his father couldn't accept him for who he was, then he could burn in Hell for all Hiccup cared.

As the two friends made way for the ocean, Hiccup couldn't help but look behind him and yell, "GOODBYE BERK! GOODBYE MY LIFE-LONG NIGHTMARE!"

Toothless chuckled at that.