Hi. This is my first fanfiction story and I just wanted to try it out to see if I have any talent at all in this field. I'm hoping for comments and or\criticism.

Please enjoy the prologue and the 1st chapter ;)

This is Berk- *cough*cough*

This is Berk, a not so big town in the north of Maine in the USA or like a funnier description of the location says "it's twelve days north from Hopeless and a few degrees south from Freezing to Death". Doesn't this sound lovely? Oh, and "it's located on the Meridian of Misery".

My town. In one word, sturdy. We have shops, a library, a kindergarten, primary-, middle- and high school and we have a lake near us. The last one gives us a charming view of the sunsets.

The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have… dragons!

Ok. Kidding, only I have a problem with these oversized lizards. The others have just the usual stuff like these damn mosquitoes.

My name is Hiccup. Great name I know. But it could be worse (my cousin's name is Snotlout for crying out loud). Oh, who am I kidding I'm named after a bodily function, that's a bit depressing.

That man throwing casually axes at shields? That's Stoic 'the vast' Haddock. He's the chief as I like to call him. In reality he's the boss of a building-material-producing company and the mayor of this town. He is the number one battle axe thrower in the entire United States. It is said that he can rip out a tree with his bare hands, just like that.

Do I believe it? Yes I do.

"Hey, get the next one old friend"

"Here ya go Stoic, from yar son tha' one."

The meat-head over there, the one with a few missing limbs and also many missing teeth, that's Gobber the Belch. He's one of the many genius teachers on the school I'm attending. He teaches PE and technology there. An interesting fact is that he has a traditional forge in his house or more precisely in his garage. I knew him since I was little, well, littler.

Enough about these two my school is normal, for the most part. We have every important personality represented here.

The bully – the standard beefhead (probably with some daddy issues). This beefhead is sadly my cousin, he is also not the sharpest one. I swear, as much muscle mass as he has, as little is that brain of his. I might be exaggerating but his is metaphorically steaming the moment something requires a little amount of brain.

With the bully come also the hellpers. Just so that it's clear, the double 'l' is right there where it belongs. I think the name says enough to understand what they do. Fulfilling this role are the Thorston twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Their reasons are mostly the fun and orgasm-like feelings (looking at the female twin you sure get the feeling).

Well, there is also the silent watcher. Most of the time, a nerd or a geek, who is rather the introverted type. It's not important what happens, he will just take it like it is even if it will have something to do with him. This particular guy is Fishlegs Ingerman, he is the complete opposite of Snotlout, he's good at everything related to books and generally theoretical stuff.

And then there is the hottest girl in the school, Astrid Hofferson, the best looking one, the best girl in any sport you throw at her and the best girl when it comes to any theoretical subject. And I am hopelessly in love with her, I don't believe I have any chance with her, no one has. There were even rumors about Astrid being lesbian, but they were stopped very fast, with a teeth shattering punch in some beauty queens face. There is also a story about her uncle being in a comatose state, everyone hasn't lost any teeth because of that so who knows, maybe it's true.

There are also other people but they will get a place in time. Until that happens I hope you can enjoy the beautiful sunset and the flying lizards in the air.

You might see some Nadders, pretty, spiky parrots in the dragon world. Lovely to the eye but find cover when it shoots it's quills around.

Groncles are like giant puppies, starved for attention and rocks. I'm sure one of them ate the rose quartz I got on some trip into the mountains with dad.

There is also the exotic looking Zippleback, two heads, spark gases and many, many explosions. He reminded me of these Zippo lighters. I hope the twins will never meet that one, not like they ever get a chance. I hope.

And there is also the so called Nightmare, for a good reason, when I was young he often looked at night in my room through the window. Have I mentioned already that he has that nasty habit of setting himself on fire? No? Well, now you know.

There is still one I have to see, the one I called Night Fury, I'd be too happy to see that one. Is probably really black if he flies only at night. But on one day I will see him, I know it.

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Ooooh…

You can't see them, right. Sorry forgot that in my enthusiastic rush.

There are still a few things you might want to know about me. For example that I'm most of the time the victim of a certain beefhead I mentioned quite thoroughly before. Or that I can call the chief father or dad, because we're related like that. Or maybe that I'm calling someone by you because I have literally no one in my age group in this town I can call that without getting insulted or beaten up.

Oh, and you will never see a dragon, no one ever will. And that's all because of a rare neurological disorder called Lhermitte's peduncular hallucinosis, or short PH (please do not believe in everything Wikipedia tells you, I think I can distinguish my little daydreams and nightmares from reality).

To most people that just means as much as the sentence 'I am crazy' so think of me as you wish but you'll get to see one that really is crazy, so, be patient.

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