AN : I, Fog the Cat, here by claim, that I do NOT own HTTYD.

If I did, it would not be a fanfic right?

CHAPER ONE! THIS...IS NEW

No worries, no fear, he was a dragon , he was strong, WHAP!, something tangled his wings, he couldn't fly, he fell, and as he fell his roar became a scream.

Something was off, it only happened moments ago, he shot the black devil out of the sky, but now every time the memory replayed in his head something was off, the shape of the dragon seemed to change as it fell, Hiccup blamed the darkness and excitement for that, but there was something else. The roar itself changed, it changed in perfect harmony as the shape of the dragon. It sounded, almost human.

Hiccup holds a small book in his hands, he looks at the hand drawn map of the island, covered in X's from his search, he looks up from it holding his breath and peeks over a gorge, expectantly. And sees nothing, with a sigh he adds another 'X' to the page, and then with a burst of fury and aggravation scratches his pencil over the whole map in frustration leaving thick black lines every where. He snaps the book closed and pockets it with a disappointed huff.

"Uggh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!"

He slaps a low-hanging branch and it snaps back at him, hitting him in the face, his hand flies up to his face where he was hit and with one eye he looks up to see a snapped and mangled tree trunk. His eyes follow it to a long trench of up-turned earth,he examine the trench as he walks through, roots from other trees poke through the ground and many have long deep claw marks on them. He follows it to the end and looks over the edge a downed, black dragon, its body and tail tangled in a bola lies on the ground, Hiccup drops back down in sudden fear and fumbles for his knife in his belt. He peaks over the edge again just to be sure it was still there, it was. It looked dead, it wasn't moving and no sound made its way from the beast. Hiccup approaches, beaming with pride.

"Oh wow. I did it. I did it. This fixes everything. Yes!"

He strikes a victory pose, planting his foot on the fallen Night Fury's leg.

"I have brought down this mighty beast!"

It suddenly shifts, throwing hiccup off of its leg.

"Whoa!"

He springs back landing against a large and conveniently placed rock, terrified. He turns his blade on it. Rattled and fearful he creeps along the length of the weak, wounded, defenseless dragon, dagger poised to strike. As he reaches the head, he, finds the Night Fury staring coldly at him no emotion but hate playing in it toxic green eyes. he tries to look away, but he's drawn back to its unnerving, unflinching stare. With the dragon safety tangled in the ropes he felt a little safer, but something didn't sit right with him, he jabs at the dragon with his dagger, puffing himself up with false bravado.

"I'm going to kill you, Dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I am a VIKING!"

When Sorin woke from his fall he was vary surprised to see, hear, and feel a kid, this kid was vary happy about something, 'shut up your being loud!' Sorin grunts and moves enough to send the kid sprawling on the ground but it didn't scare him off instead he gets right back up and come to Sorin, he seen that the bay's small knife was sharp, and he was ready to kill...

Hiccup raises the dagger high above the trapped beast, determined to prove his Viking- ness, that he is strong and brave. The dragon's labored breathing breaks his clenched concentration. He opens an eye, uncertainty leaking through his mind like a poison. The dragon holds the stare. Something profound is exchanged in the dragon's eyes Hiccup seen fear flood in, and in the reflection he could have sworn he seen another boy, but only for a split second. Finally, the Night Fury closes its eye and lowers its head in defeat, resigned to its fate, no escape, just death. Hiccup tries to go through with it, holding the dagger aloft... fighting himself...the odd guilt that had been planted in his heart by the fear in the dragons eyes, 'why did it have to look so afraid?! why did that fear look so... human?' the guilt digs and burns at him until finally, lowering the small bade onto his head and slumps forward a little and with a frustrated sigh, He looks over the dragon's chaffed rope wounds. he mutters to himself, ashamed of what he did, yes, he did this.

...kill... the thought of dyeing didn't sit well with him "I'm going to kill you, Dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I am a VIKING!" . . . 'oh fuck...' he knew what vikings could do, they kill and take over, and now he was at the mercy of this kid, he looked deep into the other boy's eyes, he held strong for a moment but the thought of death weakened him, his strong gaze held fear now, he simply turned his head, and waited for the blow. It never came.

" I did this."

He turns to leave. Pauses. And glances back at the dragon, it large but constricted chest heaving. Hiccup grumbles and checks over his shoulder to ensure that no one is watching...he really didn't want anyone to see what he was about to do, break a viking law, he hurries back to cut the ropes, the first one is cut and the Night Fury's eye shoots open. With the dragon watching his every move, Hiccup hurriedly saws through the bola ropes. The second rope is cut and the dragon feels to rope grow lose, as the last rope falls free, the Night Fury suddenly pounces In a blur, the dragon is upon him, pinning Hiccup down against the rock he fell on just moments before, the great, black beast brushes his neck. Hiccup could see it in the dragon's eyes, it was going to kill him. Hiccup is paralyzed with fear, not even the adrenalin rushing through his blood was strong enough to make him try to run or fight, his ' fight or flight' failed him. The dragon's hot breath ruffles his hair. Hiccup opens his eyes to find the Night Fury's wolf-like stare boring into him. The exchange is intense, profound, fear builds in him to a new level, his eyes widen the he snaps them closed and looks away. The dragon draws a deep breath, as though it's about to torch him, to turn this talking fish bone into a burnt fish bone. His thoughts swirl in his mind 'will i be found? will this dragon eat me? will the village, will my father care... that I'm dead?' The dragons body lifts up in a rear then comes crashing back down on him with an ear-piercing scream. Not a burst of great flame. It turns and takes flight, flapping violently through the canopy of trees. It bashes against a nearby mountain side, recovers and drops out of view some distance away. It showed him mercy, just as he had shown it. Paniked and sputtring for any words or sounds at all he struggles to his feet, staggers a few steps, collapses to his knees, and faints.

"It would have been so easy to kill that boy... i don't know why I didn't... ' I had mercy...'

Later that night after his terrifying brush with near death Hiccup enters the back door to his small but comfortable home to see... Stoick, his father, seated on a slice of tree-trunk. He is slouched over the fire-pit, stirring the coals. Embers waft around his beard. for a split second he wonders if it ever caught on fire. He tries to sneak past, up the stairs to his room. Stoick seems none the wiser, untill Hiccup steps a little to heavy on one of the steps.

"Hiccup." the large man calls out to him in a way Hiccup cant tell what he wants. He flinches, he's caught, 'Da Da Da I'm dead.'

"Dad. Uh..."

Stoick stands, takes a deep breath. Hiccup at the same time stands a little.

" I, uh... I have to talk to you, Dad." his voice wavered just a little, or maybe it was just him.

" I need to speak with you too, son."

Hiccup and Stoick straighten at the same moment and take a deep breath. Hiccup was just about to tell Stoick about the dragon, but it let him go. He wouldn't tell, after what he just been through, he couldn't bring himself to kill any dragon.

Hiccup "Dad I've decided I don't want to"

Stoick "Son I think it's time you learn to"

Together "fight dragons.!"

" What?"

His father spoke up. " You go first."

Hiccup stopped him "No no no, you go first dad."

When his father took that one deep breath Hiccup regretted letting him go first..." Alright. You get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning."...Because the chief's word is law. and so is a fathers.

"Ooooh man, I should have gone first. Uh, 'cause I was thinking, dad'you know we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough bread-making Vikings," He uses his hands to make a imaginary ball and clench it tight. "or small home repair vikings or even-"

Stoick lifts an heavy ax. His vary own.

" -You'll need this."

Stoick hands Hiccup his axe but Hiccup avoids taking it and actually tries to push it away.

"Dad I don't want to fight dragons."

Stoick chuckles a bit.

"Come on. Yes, you do." there is happiness in his fathers voice, something he hasn't heard for a long, long time, but he couldn't bake down now.

"Rephrase. Dad I can't kill dragons." 'Well it's not a lie.'

Stoick speaks up again with the same tone.

" But you will kill dragons!"

Hiccup felt a bit of panic rise inside again

"No, dad I'm really very extra sure that I won't."

The happy tome left his father and was replaced with a stern and cold voice, the voice that had been for him since, since his mother vanished at sea.

" It's time Hiccup."

"Dad can you not hear me?-"

" This is serious son!"

Stoick forces the axe into Hiccup's hands. Its weight drags him down. He looks up to see Stoick under-lit with firelight. For him it was a little frighting.

"When you carry this axe... you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us." Stoick straightens his son. " You talk like us." He taps his helmet. " You think like us. No more of..."

He gestures at Hiccup.

" ... this."

"You just gestured to all of me."

Stoick pretended not to hear him.

"Deal?"

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided."

"DEAL?!"

"Hiccup glances at the axe in his hands. It's a no-win argument. No matter how hard he tries.

"...Deal."

Hiccup's voice falls in defeat. Satisfied, Stoick grabs his helmet and duffel bag... And heads for the door.

" Good. Train hard. I'll be back...Probably" The last part filled with uncertainty

" And I'll be here...Maybe."

Stoick heads out the door, leaving Hiccup holding the axe. 'why now of all times, do I not want to be one of you?'