A/N: This was inspired by watching a ton of Disney movies, so beware this one might be slightly cheesy. I eventually just settled on writing a Pocahontas-esque fic. I'm a big fan of the movies and the Hijack shipping. So I figured why not? Enjoy. :)

My name is Hiccup, like the mistake. I'm nothing but a dreamer and a klutz and I will never amount to anything more than a fishbone.

I mean, I can't even slay a dragon. The absolute only thing I'm required to do. Today was the day to prove myself and I failed, almost getting myself killed and making my own father more ashamed of me than I ever imagined.

What's wrong with me? I know if I can't kill a dragon then I will have to marry Trud and become a housewife, because I cannot be anything else. It sucks I know, but that's how we do things here in Berk. No matter what horizons I see for myself, I know I am limited to those two. And despite the risks, every time I attempt to be better I come out even worse than before.

Which just means that Trud would have to be my provider and protector but I'd sooner let a dragon eat me than let that happen. I understand, I'm supposed to follow my father's orders but I can't take it. All my life I've had someone telling me what to do. I thought that finally becoming fifteen would get my father off my back but he's become worse than before, just because I don't know where my life is going.

Ever since I was born, I was supposed to follow in my father's footsteps to become the Chief of our tribe. But I've never really did what I was told. I always went off on my own adventures or curled up in a corner reading ancient scrolls when most Vikings my age were learning to shoot an arrow and wield swords.

Because I'm different everyone avoids me, everything I touch becomes a threat to myself or someone else, in addition, when people talk the words go through my ears and come out on the other side. I can never keep any friends and my slight, wobbly physique doesn't help things either.

My one friend is my pet dragon that I'm hiding called Toothless. He's the only one who accepts me for who I am. When I found him he had been in an accident and I nursed him back to health. Since then, he has become my greatest ally. Most times, when I can sneak out, I like to ride on his back as he flies over Berk and imagine being somewhere else.

The sole place I fit in is my head. And even there is getting kind of lonely. But if I were to be honest with myself, I'd say that secretly I don't want to fight dragons. Live and let live you know? No, what I want to do is explore distant lands, to find buried treasure, to not have to worry about marriage and being the toughest in the land.

I don't want to have to be serious all the time or act like a barbarian every waking second. I just want to be accepted for being myself like Toothless accepts me. I know it's too much to ask especially here in Berk but it's what I wish.

But the craziest part is the harder I dream and long for it, the more it seems more palpable. It's a strange feeling to be having but it hasn't died yet. In all these years, I still have a prayer.

So I figure it must mean something. Like change is coming or something as existential as that. I can't quite put my finger on it but I won't give up.

I can feel it coming, it's in the wind, in the trees, it surrounds me and it's a liberating feeling. Everyone else is blind to it except me the dreamer. In fact, I bet it's right around the corner, taking the form of a new adventure.

Oh how I wish I were a dragon! Able to fly free and far away from here. I know Toothless is probably dying to get away but he won't leave me until we're both safe from the tribe and nothing is worse than watching him have to suffer along with me.

"Don't worry Toothless," I cajoled after we returned from our daily test ride, "even if I do get married to mean old Trud, I'll still come by and visit you. It would be the same, only different." I could feel my voice breaking around the words but I tried to keep my composure.

Toothless nuzzled me with his neck, his way of agreeing with me. I still felt awful though, because I knew the time was running out for me to prove to everyone that I, Hiccup "Horrendous" Haddock the Third, have what it takes to be my own person.

I must have had it in me. Odin wouldn't just create me to walk around without a purpose. Maybe this was his way of telling me not to give up, that the big, unknown thing was coming soon to rescue me from this hellhole. All I had to do was believe.

Maybe I'm not a killer. "There's got to be something else Toothless," I claimed easing myself closer to the edge of the cliff we were on to get a better look at the sunset bathing the water below in salmon and gold. "This can't be it. The dreams can't just be meaningless."

When he didn't answer, I looked back to see him peering at me skeptically. "Oh you big reptile, you don't think I'm crazy too?"

He simply just blinked at me. So I took that as a confirmation to continue talking. "I will find that place where I belong. You don't understand Toothless, I can't lose hope. My fate is waiting."

Little did I know then, that my fate wasn't just waiting he was watching too. Hoping I could reach him sooner and begin the amazing trip that would become my life.

A/N: Thank you for reading. More to come.