There are a few things I notice about most "Watching The Movie" fanfics. One, they all follow the same general script, which makes sense as just about any movie has it's script posted on the internet if someone cares to look. Two, these fan-fictions almost never finish, possibly because of number three, being that the authors, while they usually say they don't own the franchise, don't give credit to the script writers. Four about these fictions, they offer very little in the way of their own storyline, if any, characters are pulled from whatever they were doing randomly and dropped into a dark room with a movie screen, occasionally equipped with a food court.(Possibly another reason they die, out of sheer repetitive boredom on the author's side.) That's all. Movie rolls, they commentate until the presumed end of fiction, roll credits.

Well I don't want to see that here, so first off, I'm going to break these molds. First step is to give proper credit where due. So! Hi ho, don't you dare skip this, credit that is earned is due!

The script I will use in this story is written by both Dean DeBlois & Chris Sanders, their final draft version 2010, February 13th. (These two also meshed to direct Lilo and Stitch, which is another thing I love, so kudos to these two. ) It's not mine, so don't think it is. (As if any insane person could think I own that movie script...pleeease... x_x )

I will edit the script slightly to suit my purposes when I begin to use it, which won't be instantly, so be warned if you plan to cross-reference. I plan the "Let's watch the movie" bit to be maybe in chapter three or four, possibly five.

Will Davies, as well as the above mentioned Dean DeBlois and Chris Sanders, were in charge of screenplay.

DreamWorks Animation was the production company for the How to Train Your Dragon movie, it was distributed by Paramount Pictures, and the original story this movie was based on was written by Cressida Cowell. (Rather imaginatively written I might add.)

What I own in this story: Nothing. Not the universe, franchise or even premise. I own nothing but an active imagination. I have no credit over Norse characters, Mythology has that covered. My interpretation of them is loosely based and subject to debate.

This story may touch upon adult themes, and indeed will use some squick worthy ones. Keep your brain bleach handy~

Thank you.~ Finalage.

~Bonds Made Under Ocean Waves~

A How To Train Your Dragon Fan Fiction: Watching the Movie
(Semi)

~Bonds Made Under Ocean Waves

Prologue: Dissonance.

Hiccup's heart pounded in his chest like a trapped bird banging against it's bars, frenzied, demented, begging for release to fly free and escape to never return. His limbs swung fluidly, rag-doll like in the grip of the one meaty hand of his father, his fear for Toothless overriding even his own life at this moment, when his father opened the door to the great hall and tossed him in, he barely got his wits about him in time to land on his feet. He stumbled forwards, taking a few running steps to keep up-right as the smell of musty sweat and old sheep's wool, yak skin and ale assaulted his nose, one that was just recovering from the burnt stench of brimstone and metal, of hate, of fear...of anger.

Hiccup rose his eyes shakily to see the giant figure of his father relentlessly bearing down upon him. His father would always overshadow him, always with that disappointed scowl on his face...he pushed past him roughly, striding to the mantle place where he began to pace. He began in a low voice, but his tone brooked anger barely controlled. His bear like father would not remain quiet for long in this hall, plastered with tapestries riddled with heroes bellowing victories over the very foe Hiccup had just shown to side with.

Their cloth eyes would soon mirror his father's anger. Hiccup was sure of it. He inwardly gulped as the voice began.

"I shoulda known..I shoulda seen the signs..."

His accent was filled with clouded anger, his rage was bubbling to the surface...Hiccup could only squeak out a weak "Dad" before his father exploded.

"We had a deal Hiccup!"

"I-I know we did, Dad please, that was before...ugh, it so messed up..."

His father turned to him, aghast. Messed up? Was that it? Was that all he had to say? Hiccup saw his father's anger bubbled further, faster. Everything he had heard about, his relief, his final glorious release...a trick, a lie...and his son could only say it was "messed up"? He stalks his son, and hiccup begins to splutter.

"I screwed up, I should have told you something before now. Please, please just...just take this out on me, be mad at me, please...just...just don't hurt Toothless."

The Dragon...it had a NAME? He had NAMED that MONSTER? Stoic exploded again, only this time it was tinged with worry...had his son gone mad?

"The DRAGON? That's...THAT'S what you're worried about? Not the people you ALMOST KILLED?"

"He was just protecting me! He's not-"

"They've killed HUNDREDS of us Hiccup!"

"And we've killed THOUSANDS of them Dad! They defend themselves!"

Stoic turned away form his son. Brain-washed. His son was mad, raving. He had...he had thrown his lot with these monsters...His son continued to splutter until he hit upon something...he said there was something else on their island...he stalks his son again, and the boy shrinks even smaller than his diminutive size.

"Their Island? So, you've been to the nest..."

"Did I say that? Uhhh..."

"How did you find it!"

"N-no...I-I didn't...Toothless did, only a dragon can find the nest."

Suddenly an idea, a, glorious idea, sparkles in Stoic's mind...his eyes flare in the light, and Hiccup's fear intensifies. He no longer has any fear for himself. No, it's all for His father and Toothless, somehow the two had wrapped themselves around his heart in a bind he could not break, his heart could not beat from the pain of the constricting band. Stoic begins to stalk towards the doorway, unseeing.

"No, No, Oh no, No, Dad, No. Dad, No, it's not what you think..."

"Yesss..."

Like a whisper in his ear from Nilfheim herself, or a gift from Loki, Stoic sees it, and his blathering, brain washed, useless son was in his way. He was still blaring away like an old fisher-wife. A whisper in his mind, a nudge, and his hand massaged his axe. Yes...the dragon would meet it's end just by this...or his hammer...By the sword was nice too...

"...You don't know what you're up against it's like nothing you've ever see before...Please, please, listen to me, I promise you can't win this one!"

Hiccup, desperate, grabs his father's arm, and in one smooth movement he is sent flying, and Stoic, seized by rage of his son insinuating that the dragons were better, stronger than the vikings, the children of Thor himself! That LOKI had spawned better...he grabbed a sword from the mantle place in anger and turned away.

"Dad for once in your life would you please listen to me!"

Stoic turned around and stood deathly still, the sword in his hand. He stalked towards his son, his anger mounting with each step.

"You've thrown your lot in with them..."

He grabs Hiccup and lifts him bodily, tossing him to the Great Hall's table. Hiccup looks up at this father, and all fear is lost, his mind is a blank slate in the face of his father's rage.

"You're not a viking...you're not my son."

A single slash, the blade burning red in the firelight, and then a thud as Stoic turns around. He does not stop to watch the offending thing roll along the ground, nor does he pause to listen to the blood dripping along the floor. Instead, his mind is filled with the image of a dragon's head below his foot, and he does not pause as he opens the door and calls for the men to ready the ships.

The crime of siding with the enemy in war is treason, the punishment for treason is death.

As the head stopped rolling, no one was around to see the glassy stare or eyes that would no longer see from that body, ever again.

Hiccup the Useless had died.

Hiccup the Unrequited was born.

+~-E-~+

I wrote this prologue in one hour. So please keep this in mind while you pick at it.

The word "Dissonance" means "To lack consistency" or "Jarring, discordant sound" It is usually used in music. Here it means, obviously the jarring difference in paths taken by Stoic in regards to Hiccup's transgression of Viking law. In one his love stays his hand only enough to put off the decision for later, simply disowning the boy until he can make a proper choice, in this case, his rage instead leads him to take the law in his own hands and be judge, jury and executioner. It's well within his rights legally...but the choice provides a jarring difference in how the plays go this way.

I killed Hiccup. In the prologue. Oh me oh my.

I'm a monster, aren't I?

*Grins rather evilly*

Have fun~

~Finalage.