So, I know that this kind of story is kind of worn off and so on, but I have to get rid of this story idea, before my head just bursts, because it would build up more and more. First to say, this will probably be my only author note in the whole story, except for one in the end of the prologue, to which I will say something in the end of the prologue. (WOW, totally unexpected, that one, höhö.)

So, I have to say, I do not own HTTYD, only one OC, which will occur more often in the story, is mine. I apologize myself for the huge grammatical, technical and other mistakes, I will make for sure, I am not a native English speaker. Since I will not make more author notes, I will thank you for your reviews, which will or will not occur (I tend to believe last option) and say, that I will read them nevertheless (if someone will be so crazy, to review this). Since I am writing this mostly for myself, to get rid of my thoughts, I beg every hater to leave all their anger in reviews under my story and leave the writers alone, who mostly write it for some decent readers, they deserve better than that and I do not care about negative reviews. Last, but not least I want to thank you for your attention (if someone is still reading this stupid, way to long author note) and hope you do not get to annoyed with the story. :D

No one is weak. Except the ones,

who claim to be always strong.

Prologue

Nemhil's POV

I was visiting it again, this small village, which suffered under massive dragon raids. I think, its name was Berk. I did not know, what dragged me to come here again. My 'companions' couldn't come in with me, the most Vikings didn't look at me and I couldn't do anything, to help them against the dragons. I promised I wouldn't interfere; they had to find their own way out of the war. I strolled through the village, looking for something, any clue, what dragged me to this village again, after only three months till my last visage. That's when I noticed a scene, I had witnessed in so many villages before, but she still annoyed me: Three kids, probably around nine years old, had cornered another boy about the same age. The one boy who had the lead looked like a typical Viking kid, big, with swelling muscles and a dirty grin in his face, he seemed to enjoy the situation. The two other kids seemed to be twins, one boy and one girl, both blond and both as large as the first one, although not as much Viking-like as the first one. They were less excited then the first one, but still took a liking in the situation. The boy in the corner was small, you could nearly say puny, but still had one of these typical Viking-like expressions in his green eyes: stubbornness. No matter, what they would do with him, he would stand up again, brush the dirt from his clothes and continued with his day, as if nothing happened. This was, when I noticed two other kids, which stand a bit behind the three, who were obviously teasing and bullying the smaller boy. A boy, bigger than the leader, with blond hair and a worried expression on his face and a girl, with blue eyes, blond hair and a more or less bored expression on her face.

I sighed. Normally, I would not interfere, but right now, I had nothing to do and I always hated it, when someone picked on someone else, just because he was physically stronger. In a battle of minds, the larger boy wouldn't have stood a chance against this smaller one, he would go down the second, the battle started, but this was not our world. I sighed again and began walking towards the six kids, overhearing the puns, the three were throwing at their victim, the forced laughs from the big one and the sarcastic, but nevertheless mumbled answers from the little boy. When I arrived, the leader just said: "Now Useless, how does it feel to be a greater thread to the village then the dragons themselves? I bet, your mom didn't die, she just left, because she couldn't stand your puny figure and your accidents any more, right Hiccup?" The twins laughed at this comment, the big boy also forced a laugh out and the boy, who had said this, looked with a grin to the girl behind him. Great. If there was one thing, that I hated more than a bully, who teased others just for fun, it was a bully, who violated others, to impress a girl. They were more adamantine, often more violent and focused on one special target, they would bully mostly, till the victim committed suicide or was cut off completely from the real world. I could see the fists of the boy, whose name was Hiccup, clench, as the other one mentioned his mother. I had to step in, this could get violent pretty fast, although I was unsure, if Hiccup would be the initiator. "Stop it", I said, as I was directly behind the leader of the group. He whirled around, his eyes getting bigger, he didn't hear me approaching. Then his eyes narrowed. "And why should I?" he grunted, as he examined me. "Is it reason enough, that I will cut off one off your fingers, for every line you now throw at him?" I said and pointing at Hiccup. His eyes widened again, he took a step back. "My father would kill you, if you did that", he groaned. I just shrugged and continued to stare at him, until he turned around and waved the others to follow him. At the end of the street, he turned and shouted: "You were lucky, Useless, but there will not be every time someone there to protect you." With these words, he went around the corner. I sighed. Again. This boy seemed to be the real problem. The twins seemed to just make chaos and get on everyone nerves, the big boy seemed pretty helpless, I guess, he didn't want to be excluded as well and the girl seemed as if she was not caring, which was probably the worst reaction, the boy could get from any of them. When he looked at her, I could see something flare up in his eyes shortly, just to be oppressed the next second. But in the leaders eyes I just saw hate, when he turned around to face Hiccup again.

I shrugged, maybe I was wrong and then looked at Hiccup, who seemed to be pretty nervous. I got down on one knee, to face him and asked softly: "Are you alright?" He nodded. "Are they doing this often?" Again he nodded. I suppressed a smile, although he would not be able to see it. "Can you talk?" "Y-y-es", came the stuttering answer. "Could you tell me the names of the kid who just bullied you?" "The one who j-just said the last thing was Snotlout, my c-cousin", he mumbled. I was surprised. I never saw cousins treat each other like this. "The t-twins are Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Ruffnut is the girl and Tuffnut the boy. The big boy standing behind them was Fishleg." He made a pause. "And the last girl?" I asked. "That is A-astrid", he whispered, so I could barley understand him. I smiled, the boy had something for Astrid, that was for sure. "Now, should we go and tell your father about the incident?" I asked. The boy looked up and shook his head. "No, he wouldn't listen and even when he would, he would just say, that is something a Viking could deal with alone an then", the boy's voice became more and more silent, "he would just look with disappointment in his eyes at me, because I am such a non-Viking." I nodded. I assumed that the boy's father was the chief of the village, Stoik the Vast. There was something in his eyes and in his way to walk, which reminded me of a small Stoik, which I had seen, when… I shook my head, now was not the time for memories. I looked at the boy and sighed. Then I stood up. "When you need me again, just call for me, but I am pretty sure, that you can make something out of your life. Always remember: There is more than one way, to be strong." With these words I rushed back into the shadows, leaving behind a probably confused boy.

I visited the village from time to time again, looking after Hiccup, always from the shadows, never revealing myself, even, when Snotlout and the twins bullied him. I would not interfere, except the boy wanted me too, and so I didn't.

Till the day, Hiccup stood in the Kill Ring with a dragon, waiting to be executed.

So, my other authors note (and also my last one) is dedicated to a few people, I want to thank, because of their ideas, their stories brought to me.

I want to thank fourtrisXhiccstrid with her story True Nature, who brought up the idea of writing a fanfic like this (screw you, without you, no one would have to endure this crap :D), NFS LOVER with his/her story The Past Defines The Future, for giving me an all-round idea how the atmosphere of such a fanfic should be (I will "borrow" me one or two of your ideas, especially what Ripper said about Hiccup to the other teens, there is nothing, you left out, so I have to say the same XD [please, do not release an angry Astrid at me *wince*]) and livvi695 with her/his (yes, I am equalizing women, sometimes first the feminine article, than the male *proud shoulder clap*) story Dragon's Creed, where I got some ideas for the fine-tuning of my OC (if, by some chance, you read this, please continue the story, it was really good *beg* ;) ).

So, that was all of them, who got my appreciate. These are not the only stories I read, but the ones who got me the most ideas. Anyway, I am ending this authors note now, end you will never hear from me again, well except for chapters for the story, of course (or if something really BIG happens). Bye.