AU Modern World, What will you do when you realize that old myths and fairy tales are true? What will you do when you become part of it. For Hiccup the screw up the journey is about to begin. Having to deal with his father's rejection of him and having no real friends...Things are about to change or are they?
I don't own book nor movie I'm using them just for sheer fun of creating my stories.
It didn't really matter, he decided as he climbed a little bit higher, wincing when rough bark's edges scratched inside of his hand. Nothing really mattered, not any more. He fought desperately to hold back a sob that wanted to escape his mouth. He shouldn't let it affect him so much. After all It wasn't first time he screwed something up. He was Hiccup-the-screw-up. He cringed at that nickname. He hated it. As if results of his actions alone weren't humiliating enough, his body also had to make him hiccup whenever he was feeling anxious or nervous. Even his father knew that he absolutely loathed being called by that name. Yet that didn't stop him from using it. Sometimes, he wondered whether his father still remembered his real name. He didn't even use it anymore. Be it to praise him or punish it was always "Hiccup". Not like he praised him a lot anyway. His actions rarely deserved praises and Hiccup was aware of that fact. But the fact that it was just two of them in family didn't really help. They used to be normal family when his mum was alive. But when she died everything changed. Now, they were like two strangers living under common roof. Years has passed and he slowly got used to it. And honestly, he was, at least for most of the time. He might have feel independent but it still hurt him when his father, this brave, strong proud man to whom he once looked up to ignored him. It seemed to him that the only way he could get his father's attention was by proving himself to him. Proving what? He wasn't exactly sure so he tried many things, usually falling at them which earned him his title as well as his father's constant he agreed that he did deserve punishment for most mischief he has today was different. He wasn't to blame really. He wasn't really there when the shed caught up the fire. Of course, he saw smoke and run towards it to check it out but that doesn't mean he was the one who set the fire in the first place right? Apparently it wasn't so clear to his dad though, nor his neighbours whose shed burnt to crisps. He got blamed for everything. His father didn't even want to listen his explanations when he called him his "disappointment, failure of a son who's idiotic stunt could have had someone killed", and he did all of that having whole village for witnesses. No one stood up for him. He knew no one would but still he got a little disappointed by that. From his faces he could see that some especially many of his "peers" looked rather pleased with what they were seeing. Again no surprise there. After his father's "overwhelming display of emotions" he was sent to his room and was told to not to leave it under the threat of dealth pentally. Yet there he was outside, deep in the forest, climbing one of growing there for Odin knows how long pines. He reached his goal – a high branch thick enough to keep his weight. Smell of pines and forest itself slowly calmed him down. He knew that eventually he would have to go back, but he was reluctant to do father probably noticed his absence by now, so if he came back there would be a hell to pay. Closing his eyes he summoned the picture that always brought him equal number of longing and love alike – his mother's smiling face. Sudden movement below and his fantasy was gone. Carefully as to not to be seen he looked down. Black big shape. Animal he decided, though he didn't recall ever seeing something that big. Unfortunately it was too dark for him to see better, all he could distinguish were mere shadows and undefined shape. And soon after whatever it was it was gone. He let out a breath he didn't realise he was in his gut told him that whatever that creature was he really wouldn't like to be discovered by it. For the first time this day he started to feel something else than despair and loneliness – fear. Like all the villagers he knew this forest as well as palm of his hand. He knew that apart from foxes and boars there weren't much to fear there. Unless one is scared by hares or rabbits, but that would be ridiculous. Though he, decided,one of village teenagers whom he silently labeled as "Fishlegs" would totally run for his life after encountering one of those. He chuckled quietly at that thought. He could almost hear desperate cries for mercy coming from other boy. Not that he didn't like him. Truth to be told he didn't really knew him. All he could say about him is that he was that tall, blond haired guy with love for fantasy books, nothing more. He wasn't even sure what was his real name, but then again other boy never seemed to be interested in him either. And he called him "Hiccup" as well which according to his creed was unforgivable.A cold wind brought him back to reality. He cursed silently when he noticed how late it is. Wasting no time he begun to descend from the was already in the middle of the sky when he finnaly reached solid ground. He didn't realize how high he climbed till now. He was about to start going towards the village when something caught his attention. Small shiny pieces of black something were lying on the grass surrounding his pine. Hestiating for a second he crouched down and reached forward with his hand. He left out gasp of surprise. A scale! More than that, the biggest and hardest scale he ever saw. It couldn't belong to any fish he had known and as far as he know there weren't any reptiles living on the island. It didn't take long for his clumsy nature to kick in though. Edges of scale were razor sharp as he was about to realize once he yelped out in pain and examined his wounded fingers.
"It doesn't look good" he said to no one in particular and indeed it didn't. Cut was sending him waves of pain, a bit similar to sting of paper cut but many times worse. Having no cloth to wrap around wound or stream to at least attempt to clean it he did second best thing – he put his fingers in his mouth. What he didn't notice was that apart from sweetly-metalic taste of blood and salt from his skin there was also touch something undefined, unfamiliar about the cut. He didn't have the time to process that though. Once he swallowed first portion of incoming drool he fainted, hitting ground as if struck by the lightening.
His world was spinning when he woke up. He didn't remember where he was, took him some time to even realize who he was. He groaned in frustration thinking about what his father will have to say about him staying night in the forest. He froze. He could have swore he heard a lion or something.
"Hello?!" He shouted uncertainly. Whatever answered him send shivers through his spine. He tried to stand up but found it surprisingly hard. As soon as he managed to stand up he fell down feeling unusual pull of gravity. He attempted to stand up three more times before giving up.
"Argh" He moaned. Again his ears were met by unfamiliar scary sound.
"Hey that's not funny!" He shouted hoping that whoever was pulling him off would stop that and help him to stand. Once again, expect for growl-like sound he received no answer, that is until next second.
Sudden rustle in high grass made him turn around. Green eyes looked at him with curiosity.
"You know, it would be better if you didn't scream so much. Humans may notice you"
Everything within him froze. Here standing in three feet distance before him was...giant TALKING lizard. Last thing he saw before he fainted was a pair of green eyes filled with concern.