Aouthor's note: While I am by all means welcoming constructive critisism, this is my first attempt at a fanfic, so please don't judge too harshly. Considering this is a fanfic on a movie and I don't have much to go on, please cut me a little slack. By the way, this story skips around a lot, from when Hiccup is young, to when he is older. It will make more sense if you pay attention.

Long story short: Hiccup's life behind the dragonriding; his Berk-rennowned Stoic's-gone-let's-put-Hiccup-in-charge catastrophies, to his less-known-of someone-help-me-Tuffnut-stole-my-leg-and-my-mug-of-ale-is-out-of-reach temper tantrums, yep, those kind of embarassing things that you try to talk down afterwords. The whole story occasionally interupted by a narrator who thinks that this is all way to funny.

Disclaimer: While I love the How To Train Your Dragon stories they, regretably, belong to DreamWorks, not me.

Chapter one: The good old days

"We"-hic-"probably shouldn't be here," said Hiccup.

He was probably right, not that any one else was going to listen. Hiccup, the twins, Fishlegs, and Snotlout sat in a circle behind the alehouse in Berk, a mug of strong ale being passed around between them.

Now, as you might have guessed, this all happened long before Hiccup shot down Toothless and any of them even knew what responsibility meant, despite Stoic the Vast constantly bombarding six-year-old Hiccup with his totally not stolen 'With Great Bloodline, Comes Great Responsibility' lectures, during which, Hiccup would unobtrusively edge closer to the door of wherever he was and slip away.

But I suppose I should stop interupting now and let the story continue.

"Nah," said Ruffnut, "this was all carefully planned out,"-hic-"no one can find us here except maybe-"

"Astrid!" Hiccup exclaimed, as the viking in question strode around the corner of the building that the secret party was held behind, "We were just"-hic-"having some-"

"Nothing!" Interupted Snotlout, not wanting to get caught, unfortunately, the others had much the same thought process and said, at the same time,

"Cheese!" "Fruit!" "Spider stomping talk!" This last one came from Ruffnut, at whom Snotlout turned and glared. They were busted for sure.

Even more unfortunately, in their haste to give excuses, none of them had thought to hide the mug of ale, which was plain for Astrid to see as evidence of their crime. "Hmm," she said, "I see." Then she turned and stalked back around the corner of the barn.

Snotlout, the twins, and Fishlegs didn't stick around. They knew that when it came to Astrid, no one was safe. Moments later, Hiccup shook himself out of his amazing-Astrid induced suptor and pushed himself to his feet,-luckly, he hadn't had that much ale-and tried to quietly slip away... But it wasn't to be that easy, it was never that easy.

"Hiccup!" Stoic thundered, "Just where do you think you're going?"

"But Dad," Hiccup said in a high-pitched, whiny voice, "We were just having a bit of fun." He was seated at the main table of the cheiftian's house that he shared with his father, Stoic the Vast, Cheiftain of Berk. Said Cheif was pacing back and forth on the other side of the table, now he stopped and turned to his son.

"Oh, so there was a 'we' was there?" Hiccup sighed, trust Astrid to not tell Stoic the whole story.

"We-ell," Despite having been betrayed by the twins, not to mention Snotlout, many times before, he was still hesitant to rat them out. Finnaly he simply gave up on any ill-advised morals and said, "Snotlout and the Twins were having an ale party, and they invited Fishlegs, who invited me."

Just then, Gobber, who had been passing by, looking for Stoic, entered the house. He had happened to overhear part of the cheif and his sons' conversation. "Come on Stoic, it's perfectly normal for a viking to want their drink." He said, waving his wooden hand about in the air.

"I know, Gobber," said Stoic, "But at this age? And a future cheiftian to boot?"

"At least give him a chance, Stoic," said Gobber.

Stoic threw his arms in the air in exasperation, "You two are hopeless!" Then he stormed out the door, slaming it shut behind him.

"If you ask me," said Hiccup, rather belatedly, "He's the one who seems hopeless."

Gobber shook his head and sighed, "Just wait 'till you get older."

Author's note:

Sorry that was so short, I had some computer issues, so I apologise for any mistakes I may have made.

If you have any ideas for the next few chapters, please tell me in a review. Other than that, I will be updating as inspiration strikes.

Chapter two: The Nefarious Nightwing

Here is where we jump ahead in the history of Hiccup...when our hero discovers the joys of trying to feed a one-thousand, seven-hundred, and seventy-six pound beast the size of a short Clydesdale on a relatively small island full of people trying to feed themselves who couldn't care less about his dragon. It's apparently not easy, even for a Chieftain's son.

Here we go...