I'm Punishing myself, I know that now. I can't write a story to save my life yet I keep coming up with ideas no one wants to take the time to write themselves! If I can't finish this one it will just be another notch on my list of failures. *sigh* Oh well, if I don't finish it's adoptable. Just ask first.

Now on with the car cra- I mean fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord the video game franchise, or, How to Train Your Dragon franchise. If I did a third game would be out by NOW!

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Hi. My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. I am eight years old and the son of Chief Stoic of the Hairy Hooligan tribe of Vikings. And I am running away from home with a book, some fur, food, an army of gremlins and a baby dragon that I was supposed to kill. And I don't regret a thing.

Flashback: 2 days ago...

I couldn't do it. I was right there, about to kill my first dragon and be a Viking in eyes of the clan, and I just couldn't do it. I had been walking in the woods to get away from the village. We just came out from another dragon raid. A few houses had been burned down, nothing new we rebuild them all the time, we only lost some of the food we had stored since there were more of the tribesman at home instead of out hunting, and only two people died this time. One was Stormoff Hofferson. He was a burly man about 6'2 and all muscle with leather and plate armor around his body with blond hair. The other was Vallerama, my mother. If it wasn't for the burns on her armor and blood on the ground, I would have thought she was sleeping ready to wake up at any moment and tell me things would be okay, that we can bounce back from this and make things even better. Except she didn't, we can't, and they won't. Dad was by her, Stoic the Vast, the largest and toughest of the Hairy Hooligans. They say when he was born he took down a Gronkle with his bare hands, and I believe it. Other times I could look up to him and wish that I could be as big, and strong, and powerful as him. Other times I could say without fear, "I love you dad." and he would say it back. Other times I would believe he was invincible. But these weren't other times. All he could do is look at her body. He didn't yell, scream, or flinch. All he said was to bury the dead and prepare for a hunting trip. I tried to get his attention, tried to make him see that I was hurt and needed answers. He didn't have any for me, because I was dead to him. Even as he swept the crowed of people giving out orders not once did he look at me, or give me a sign that he knew I was there. So I ran to the woods; tears running down my cheeks and my heart ripped in two. I lost both of my parents that day.

When I stopped running I was out of breath and no less sad. All that time spent wondering if he really thought I could be a real Viking, a member of the tribe, a somebody; were lies. Now I had my answer and it hurt. I was brought out of my small pit of despair by a crying noise. When I look up, I see two walls of stone with a walk-through crevice large enough fro me to fit through. 'It seems to be coming from over there.' I was tired but the noise made me think of pain, 'Maybe something out there feels as bad as I do.' I thought. It took me a while to get to the other side, and I see a large open area with a waterfall leading into a pond with fish inside and a few trees along the rock wall. With the moon shining in the middle of the night made the cove look amazing. A cry made me look to the top of the waterfall, and that's when I saw him.

He just looked so weak, and scared with his tail-fin trapped under a rock. His dark blue body color was such a contrast against the stone next to the water, and his green eyes were so bright that the trees around the cove seemed so dull. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I climbed the cliff to get closer to him, his cries only making me want to get closer.

Meanwhile on the other side of the Cove...

"This damn thing must be broken. If any of you messed around with it when I wasn't looking I'll skin you and use your hide as my new Rug!" demented giggles were the only response the creature received, causing him to growl in annoyance as he continued to follow the unseen will of a golden orb held within a clawed gauntlet he carried in his own claws. His skin was gray and pulled taut over a bony frame, with white hair that seemed to be in a balding form leaving his cranium open, sharp ears pointed and pulled back. Wearing gray and red robes with a lantern hanging over his shoulder; he would look so wise if it wasn't for the glowing yellow eyes and sharp exposed teeth making him look so demonic. Behind him were a gaggle of others like him, yellow in color wearing loincloths, giggling like gossiping wenches.

As the glow got brighter so his positively evil smile. 'Soon a new master for us to serve. And order shall fall to chaos!' he cackled to himself imaging all the dark deeds the future will hold. Absentmindedly, he swung the gauntlet around only form him to go flying when the tug of the invisible force nearly ripped it out of his hands! "Woah! The Master is Close!" "YAY!" "Come before this cursed thing takes off without us!" And with that they broke through the tree line and entered the cove. Now several of the little monsters were holding onto the old one to keep him from floating away the pull was so strong, and it felt like it was going in two directions at the moment. 'That's impossible! There have never been more than one Master at a time! Is it trying to decide which one to give its power?!' As he looked up, to where the pull was taking him, he spied a boy on a ledge moving toward something moving against the stone as if it was trapped. As he looked closer 'A DRAGON?! There are Dragons HERE?!' He noticed that as the boy got closer to the young beast, the pull became increasingly stronger. It got to the point all of the little beings had to hold on, and they were still being pulled closer to them.

Back with Hiccup...

'Okay this miiight just be a bad idea.' he thought nervously as he gazed at the baby from his place on the edge. Since he was so close he could tell that it was just as big as he was, and would most likely be bigger when it's fully grown. It cried again while trying to move its tail from the rocks, getting nowhere and losing just a bit more hope for freedom. As Hiccup got closer, the dragon slowly stopped struggling and turned to his direction. Being at five feet away Hiccup almost turned away and ran. But when he looked into those eyes, those sad, hopeless eyes, he knew he couldn't. So with a deep breath, swallowing his fear, he picked up the biggest stone he could, a two foot flat slab and stuck it in the crevice of the stone trying to move the rocks away. Slowly, but surely, a small stone fell from the wall allowing the dragon to move more of his tail out. Not knowing it was working, Hiccup, kept doing what he was doing, trying to get the young dragon free.

Back in the cove...

'I don't know what that Brat is doing, but if he becomes the master, were going to have words about Minion Limits!' now, five feet in the air, the minions were doing everything in their power not to let go and hoping the boy doesn't finish until they're over dry land again. Not being able to swim sucks sometimes.

With Hiccup...

'Just a little more!' Frustration was slowly building up. The first stone gave way easily, but the one holding the baby Dragon's tail the last bit of the way wasn't budging at all anymore, no matter how much effort he put into it. Stepping back, sweaty and tired, he tried to get a better look at the rocks to see if there was something else he could do to loosen them up. 'Maybe if I start from the top?' Turning to look at the baby dragon, still crying to be free, he started to climb again with shaky limbs and half cocked idea in his head. When he reached the top of the pile, he started to tear the loose rocks from the wall, thinking it might be easier if there wasn't so much on top of it. Letting loose a particularly large rock caused a domino effect. Once the large one came down, several other smaller ones followed after it all the way down to the dragon's tail setting him free.

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And there is chapter one. Personally I don't like this, but, it's the best I can do for now to get back in the writing game again. It took me a week to get this much out, and I'm still not satisfied!

There is a reason I didn't call him Toothless, so don't ask! I personally thing that's a lame name for a dragon anyway. _

Anyway leave your comments, and suggestions, below. I'm going to need a lot of help for this in the future. Anyone who's willing send me a PM.

Till next time!