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Chapter 1: Faker

Hiccup's House

Hiccup POV.

Why, why, why, why, why…? I thought, rocking back and forth in fetal position on my bed. It's been two weeks since I shot down a "Night Fury", but all that was there was a whole lot of nothing. I kept trying to tell everyone that I did shoot something down, but they just brushed me off or told me I was crazy, but none of that got to me, until dragon training. My dad decided it was time for me to start learning how to defend myself against a dragon, but I kept telling him I'd probably kill myself the first two seconds in the arena, but he wouldn't listen, as usual. The next day I was shoved into dragon training with all the others, Fishleggs, Snotlout, the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut and Astrid. Let me tell you one thing, it wasn't pretty, even on our first challenge I barely held my own and I would've been charred haddock (no pun intended) if Gobber hadn't saved my skin.

"Hiccup!" said a burly voice in my head, making me hold myself tighter. My hand instinctively went to the mess of bandages and gauze that covered the right side of my face starting from the left side of my skull, all the way to my right cheek and down my neck.

"YOU IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" shouted the voice, now belonging to a girl.

"Shut…up…" I muttered, clutching my head as a searing pain started emitting from the mess of bandages that was the right side of my face. Just then my door was knocked off its hinges and my dad stomped into the room and grabbed me by the arm.

"HICCUP, how in the great land of Asgard could you even think of doing something like that?!" shouted dad, shaking me a bit.

"I-I didn't do anything, it was Snotlout and the others…" I stuttered but before I could finish my dad flung me onto the bed.

"Oh, was it Snotlout who opened the dragon cages, was it Fishleggs who decided to try and throw a shield at one of them, the twins who led them on a rage-fueled rampage throughout town, or was it the Hofferson girl who told them to attack the great hall and BURN YOUR FACE OFF!" he shouted getting close enough to my face, or what was left of my face, that I could smell his breath and feel the spit droplets fall on my face.

"No, it wasn't like that…!" I shouted, but as soon as I tried to explain my dad backhanded me right on my bandages. An unbearable pain came rushing through my face and I screamed, clutching my bandages that were probably bleeding, again. Dad, realizing what he did, stumbled back several steps before catching himself on my desk.

"Y-You're to have no supper for the next two days and shall not step out of this house until I see fit to let you." Said Dad, barreling out the doorway, stepping on the door and leaving a small crack where he stepped.

"FINE THEN, DO WHAT YOU WANT, DON'T MIND ME, I DON'T CARE ABOUT BEING PUNISHED!" I shouted, but obviously to deaf ears as dad's gigantic steps lumbered down the stairs with large and heavy thuds. I slowly got up, my had slightly levitating over my face and placed my feet on the wooden floor. But my legs gave way and my tears poured out as I tried to calm myself down, but with no avail. I still was able to crawl myself towards the door to try and go outside to get some fresh air, but soft voices coming from the living room stopped me in my tracks. I looked through a small hole in my door and saw all the teens from dragon training gathered in the living room and being interrogated by my dad.

"Are you all sure you saw what you saw?" asked Dad.

"100% Mr. The Vast, Hiccup opened the dragon cages and foolishly tried to fight them off which led them to go on a mindless rampage throughout town. As simple as that." Said Snotlout, smiling smugly.

"Wait, really, wasn't it because we told him…" started Tuffnut but was silenced by his twin sister.

"Told him what exactly?" asked Dad

"Uhh, we told him to… stop what he was doing aaand put down the weapons!" said Ruffnut

"… Alright, but can you all confirm what you're saying?" asked Dad, prompting the one person I hoped would not speak, speak.

"Yes sir, we can confirm that Hiccup, on his own, released the dragons from their cages, tried to fight them, failed and led them all over town before being cornered in the Great Hall. I swear this on my name as a Hofferson." Said Astrid. At that moment my heart, soul and my entire world shattered like glass and I was left speechless and shocked.

H-How could she… I thought, but that wasn't the worst of it yet.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it, tell everyone that my son is to have no food for the next three, no, four days, and if he wants to eat, he has to hunt for his own food like a real Viking. Next he is banned from the Great Hall for a month or until dragon training is over and if he even sets foot into the hall, an extra month is to be added to his banishment, is this understood." Said Dad and all the teens nodded with Fishleggs showing a bit of reluctance.

"Yes sir." They said in unison

"Good, now go home and get some sleep, it's a big day tomorrow for miss Hofferson here, so you'll need all the sleep you can get. I still have some chiefly duties to take care of before I hit the sack so I might be able to escort you kids home." Said Dad as the teens filled out the door with my dad behind them. As soon as the door slammed my entire body went limp and I fell to the floor right in front of the door, the searing pain of both my wounds and my heart driving me insane.

P-Please, somebody, tell me it's alright… I thought, my hands shaking and tears still pouring from my eyes.

"What happened… I heard it was Stoick's boy again… What a disappointment… Disgrace to the Viking name… How could he have done something as foolish as that…?" Millions and millions of voices were screaming in my head, all different people, and all making things worse. I could feel the disappointment and resentment emitting from each syllable that came from those voices, shaking my bones and searing my soul.

"Stop… please just…stop!" I screamed at the voices.

"End it… end it… end it…!" shouted the voices, still in their scattered and chaotic pattern, but this time, I actually listened (warning, what you are about to read is an attempt at suicide, do not try this at home, at work, at school or generally anywhere on earth). I scrambled a bit around my desk, tossed around a few papers, notebooks and invention models till I found what I was looking for. I was planning to use this spare rope for extra bolas for my bola launcher, but now it was going to have a different purpose. I went to work slowly but surely, tying the knot and making sure it wasn't loose. Gobber taught me how to do something like this when we went fishing once, told me it'd be useful if I took to the life of a fisherman, I'll have to thank him in the afterlife. I threw the knot over one of the supports of the roofing and tied the other end of the rope to the leg of my bed so that it wouldn't budge. I took one last look at my room and belongings before grabbing a chair and placing it under the loop.

"Well, I guess this is how my heroes tale ends. Maybe I'll… nah, Valhalla only accepts warriors, not wimps." I said before wrapping the loop around my neck and taking one last final breath. "Whelp, here I go. *Inhale…"

I was about five milliseconds from kicking over the chair and ending it all, but a sharp, needle like pain on the side of my neck caught me off guard.

"Ow!" I said, slapping my neck but as soon as I did my vision started to blur and my thoughts got hazy. "What's… going… onabavpovnmbla…" My sight turned completely pitch black and I fell over, the last thing that came to me was the feeling of two hands grasping me and someone saying:

"Don't worry, I gotcha."

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Berk

Unknown POV.

"Holy mother of fire that was one real close call there. If I had arrived a second later I would've had to dig another grave." I thought as I carefully loosened the knot and lowered my auburn haired friend gently onto the ground, careful not to touch the wounds on his face.

"Thank you 1.5 milliliters of Poison Darter Venom. Snake, I owe you one." I thought, removing the small needle from Hiccup's neck. Poison Darter Dragon, known for its ability to shoot small needles out of its mouth that can kill small animals, but if given at a specific amount, can shut down or put to sleep anything from a man to a Dragon.

I adjusted my cloak and hood a bit and quickly set to work, securing him to my back, making sure he wouldn't fall off as I went to the window. Just as I was about to jump I mentally slapped myself when I looked back at the mess that was Hiccup's room, a knocked over chair, an empty noose and total chaos of paper and notebooks all over the ground.

"Oh nuts, if Stoick sees this he's gonna flip, gotta work fast." I said. I thought about cleaning up the mess, but that would only make things worse, so I got a better idea. I shuffled through my pockets a bit till I found what I was looking for. In my hand I held a little white clay doll with rune mannaz (man) inscribed on the chest. I plucked a strand of hair off Hiccup's head and inserted it on the top of the little clay man and dropped it on the floor. As soon as I did the doll started growing and changing, gaining color and shape as it morphed into the form of a sleeping Hiccup.

"Life Model Copy Doll, what would I do without you." I said, setting up the chair and noose, and then picking up the other Hiccup and tying him around the noose. I kicked over the chair, sending the body into instant death by hanging.

"Yeesh, sometimes these things work too well." I said, climbing onto the window, but not before looking back and wondering if I could do more. As soon as I turned away an idea popped into my head and I started searching through my pockets, once again finding the right tool for the job.

"A flare bomb, perfect. Goodbye room!" I said and was about to toss the bomb, but one more little thing popped into my mind. I decided to go back in and grab a few of Hiccup's stuff before I climbed back onto the window frame.

"Ok, now I torch you!" I said, throwing the bomb and jumping out the window. The bomb made a few bounces before landing on top of the pile of papers on the floor. Two runes, dagaz (day) andsōwilō (sun) glowed brightly on the surface of the bomb before it exploded in a flash, the sparks landing on the papers and setting them on fire. As soon as I reached the mountain ridge the entire house was ablaze, turning the night sky orange and throwing the village into chaos. Vikings struggled to put out the fire with buckets upon buckets of water, but without a Scauldron or a tidal class, they have no chance. I did feel bad once I saw one very hairy and very burly Viking go to his knees and start crying.

"Well that must be Stoick, great, now I feel bad." I thought, looking back at the mess I made.

Don't feel bad Brother; you saved him like you saved me from his fate. Said a voice in my head.

"Yeah brother, Hey, you still owe me." I thought, turning away from the village.

Oh really, I thought it was you who owed me? said Brother, raising his imaginary eyebrow.

"C'mon Furious, you don't remember that time when… um… when we sunk that city?" I thought back.

Oh yeah, but I think you owe those people of, what was it… Atlanta… Atlas…? Replied Furious.

"It doesn't matter anymore, we have what we came for, now the only problem would be…" I started, but was interrupted when something heavy landed in front of me. "Thane…crud."

The hulking figure looked at me with its dark reptilian eyes before engulfing itself in grey flames. Where the cold blooded reptile once was, now stood a man about 30 years old with heavy scars adorning his lean, pale body. He wore a black and sleek armor that looked almost like leather, but twice as tough as steel and two swords, one slung around his back and one around his waist. His face had as much scars, as any other part of him but the most prominent was the large, silver scar that ran from the top of his eyebrow, all the way to his chin. He always carried a dark, grim expression on his face; eyebrows scrunched and a ferocious look in his dark grey eyes.

"I found a few rabbits and a boar, its not much but it'll probably last us a few… days…" he said, taking in the scene before him.

"Well, it was a nice life." I thought, cringing at the thought of what Thane would do to me.

"Do I even want to know what happened?" asked Thane, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but I'll tell you anyways, basically theboytriedtodieisavedhimfromdying,ithoughtthatwouldn'tbeenoughsoidecidedtofakehisdeathandtakehimwithus (the boy tried to die I saved him from dying, I thought that wouldn't be enough so I decided to fake his death and take him with us)!" I said, lightning fast, but unfortunately, Thane caught everything.

"And your idea of 'faking a death' was to drug him, burn his house down, and take him with you!" said Thane, his long and spiky black hair flying behind him.

"Well what was I supposed to do, leave him behind!" I shouted back.

"We were only watchers, not interveners!" replied Thane

"Nope, father clearly said that we were to 'stray him away from danger'." I said, smiling inside my hood.

"You idiot, he didn't mean this!" shouted Thane, pointing to the burning ruin that was once Hiccup's house.

"In hindsight I don't think that was such a good idea after all." I said thoughtfully

No shit. Said Furious in my mind.

"Quiet Furious. Look at him, he's got nothing to live for anymore, isn't that what we do, give purpose to people's lives?" I asked. Thane glanced at the unconscious body of Hiccup, taking in the sight of his wounds and pain he's suffered. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I thought I saw something in Thane's eyes, a tinge of sadness or pity, but it lasted only for a second when Thane looked me in the eye.

"I hate you. C'mon, we're leaving." He said turning around and walking through the forest.

"Wait, you're not going to rip my throat out?" I asked astounded that he just let me off like that.

"Unless you want me to change my mind…" he said, drawing his waist sword just enough for me to see the lower part of that cold, merciless steel blade.

"Nope, I'm good." I said, walking off behind him. "Umm…"

"What is it?" he asked, more than annoyed.

"Well, it's a pretty long way back home, and my other form would attract too much attention, so…" I said nervously

"Like I said, I hate you Crimson." Replied Thane. He took a deep breath and exhaled and a blaze of grey fire engulfed him. What came out, instead of Thane, was a heavily scarred Night Fury, carrying his cold, emotionless eyes, as well as the large silver scar.

"You getting on or what?" asked Thane the Night Fury in dragonese, the native language of the dragons.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." I replied in the same language, getting on Thane's back as he spread his wings and disappeared into the burning night sky.

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Great Hall

Stoick POV.

I've ripped dragons in half, severed human heads from their bodies and felt no remorse whatsoever. But… when it comes to what I did to Hiccup, my conscience just wouldn't let it go.

How could I, he's my son, but what he did was paramount to imprisonment. I thought, but someone coming up from behind startled me enough to come back to reality.

"Chief, sir, where do we put this?" asked a Viking, gesturing towards several other people carrying a large support pillar.

"Umm… over there, by the tables." I replied. The Viking nodded and the other Vikings started towards the area I pointed to. Rebuilding the Great Hall would take a few months, probably longer considering the dragon raids and the great freeze coming in a few weeks. But my thoughts weren't on rebuilding the Hall, they were on my son, Hiccup's actions.

What could've compelled him to do something as stupid as that, its not like him. I thought, putting on a "thinking face" as I continued to wonder and question what really happened. Suddenly my brother Spitelout ran throughwhat was left of the Hall's door and stopped right in front of me, panting.

"Stoick, come quick!" he shouted, grabbing my arm.

"Spitelout, what is it?!" I replied, yanking my arm away.

"It's your house, it's on fire!" he said and my eyes widened. I bolted out of the hall and ran back home, noticing the sky was filled with smoke and still hot ash flying in the wind. I ran through a crowd of people carrying buckets of water heading towards my home. As soon as I got there my heart stopped, a mountain of fire and ash, now consumed the place where my house once stood.

"No… NO, HICCUP!" I shouted, dropping to my knees. Every Viking fell silent as tears poured from my eyes.

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