Prologue.
As Hiccup saw the blonde braid bobbing away, he realised one thing: he was so dead. He watched the exit from the cove for just a moment, and when he realised Astrid certainly wasn't coming back to jump in his, well, scrawny arms, he sighed deeply.
"Da, da, da, we're dead." He turned around to his Night Fury who snorted smugly with his toxic eyes glittering. His rider looked at him irritated, and the black dragon gave a gummy grin.
"Congratulations, Toothless, you just made me an Outlaw." Hiccup tugged at his green tunic to straighten it out at the places where Astrid wrinkled the woollen fabric with her hands. Astrid. She was so fierce, so brave and dutiful. So Viking. Of course she'd run off to Stoick, to tell him what a failure his fishbone of a son really was. It wasn't looking like he could ever return to the Hooligans without having his head ripped off.
Hiccup turned on his heels to march back to his bag with supplies, a new confidence filled him. No more complaining of the village, the taunts and jeers of the teens or his father's dissapointment. He breathed in the fresh air and smiled widely. He hauled his bagpack on, and climbed on Toothless. The dragon gave an excited warble.
"Well Toothless, it seems like we can do what we want." He said while scratching Toothless. "Let's go, bud."
And with that, they took of the island Berk.
