*peeks from behind wall*

Hullo hullo, anyone out there?

Hey guys! I'm back, and this time, I have a brand new surprise for you. And I think you gon like it~

How many times have I heard of people comparing HTTYD and Lion King? I think I lost the count. So much that I started to listen to LK's soundtrack and imagine HTTYD scenes lol (I'd make AMV's but BOI ain't that shit tricky). So today I was at work and suddenly it hit me:
If I can't make a video, why don't I write about it?

It's the most logical solution~ and when you think about it, things match pretty well. You'll see in here how things will work, and damn, I hope you are excited as me about this new project. What better way to keep motivated about a story you've been writing when you have another one to remind you to keep going? So here we are.

A little thing though, this is an adaptation, so it's clear that things won't go exactly as they do in the movie. They are two completely different worlds, and I can't just try to shove one inside another without a purpose (mainly because I'll be working with people and dragons, not lions) but I think you get the big picture here. What matters are the parallels being made and how epic the story might turn out, so let's see how that goes~

Alright, with no further adieu, I hereby present you my brand new project!
Enjoy your dragon ride~

CHAPTER O1
THERE COMES A CHIEF

It was night, and one quite calm for the Viking standards; what happened to be a great thing for the troubled chief of Berk, Stoick the Vast. The man paced back and forth while muttering under his breath, concern etching his features as the anguished screams of his wife reverberated through the wooden walls of the Haddock residence. Valka had gone into labor right after dusk, and the first rays of sunshine that indicated the arrival of a new day made clear that the process had been taking a long while, which explained the restless state of the chief. Since the situation had been delicate due his child being stubborn and wanting to arrive earlier than the expected, Gertha (the midwife) had been adamant about the chief remaining outside. He was heavily against it, even threatening to throw the woman to the boars if she kept going with that - to which she responded by glaring up to him in defiance. A minute more and both would have jumped at each other's throats, but a pleading look from his Valka was all it took for him to back down and do as he was told, even if he felt completely useless upon not being able to be by his wife's side while she delivered their child. What kind of husband that made him?

That way, it was truly fortunate a raid hadn't been taking place that night. Stoick certainly wouldn't be in his right mind to battle fire breathing beasts.

"For Thor's sake old bean, will you stop pacing?" He wheeled around to meet the annoyed expression his best friend and advisor Gobber the Belch wore, "The floor is almost giving in already!"

"Is that another crack about my weight?!" He snapped, receiving an unimpressed look from the smithy. Sighing, he rubbed his face and opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could another piercing scream from his wife burst from upstairs, making him flinch, "This is taking too long!"

"It's childbirth, Stoick. It takes time ye know," Gobber admonished, watching as the chief took a sharp intake of breath and plopped down by his side, "Val is a strong lass. Have faith in her."

"Yes, brother," said a gruff voice, causing the conversing duo to whip their heads towards the door from whence it came. Standing there was a large man with long and raven dreadlocks drapped over his shoulder wearing a cloak made out of dragon skin; the uneven scars that marred his face making him look unnecessarily threatening, "I'm sure everything will turn out alright in the end."

Stoick's bushy brows went up, "What are you doing back so early, Drago? I thought I had you sent to attend the chief meeting back at the Shivering Shores in my place."

"Let's just say the matter they intended to discuss was not of great importance, not for me at least." He answered with a dangerous smirk, causing Stoick to sigh heavily.

"Tell me you haven't resorted to brute force again."

Was Drago's turn to frown, "What other way is there?"

"These are hard times, brother," Stoick began sternly, "we cannot afford to make more enemies while at war with the dragons, this will put our people in great peril. We must make as many allies as possible and protect our own."

The raven haired sibling scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous Stoick. Those men are fools, we are better off without them."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Stoick answered, "Not this talk again, my wife is in labor over hours and I have no mind to discuss with your self-centered ideals, Drago," he looked up and shot his brother a warning glare, "are we understood?"

The brothers exchanged pointy glares for a moment before Drago grunted and leaned against a nearby wall, his beefy arms crossed firmly against his chest, "Whatever you say, brother," he said absentmindedly just as another scream from Valka echoed through the house. Drago smirked, "I take the delivering of our beloved young heir is going well?" He asked, the word 'beloved' rolling out of his tongue sounding unnecessarily sarcastic, what seemed to pass by unnoticed by Stoick but not by Gobber, who frowned. Stoick however was too worried about his wailing wife to pay any heed to his brother's sadistic behavior.

"I'm not sure, she—"

Before he could finish, another wail echoed through the house, only this time it belonged to an infant. The trio instantly stiffened up and stared at each other, not a word being spoken until Gertha came down the stairs with a bright smile spreading her lips, "Stoick, come! It's a boy!" she announced with gusto not waiting for reactions and rushing back upstairs. Stoick stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish until Gobber smacked him on the back with his good hand and released a heart contented laugh.

"What are ye' waiting ye' old sod? Get moving and go meet yer boy!"

"I have a son," Stoick muttered, a beaming smile forming in his lips as he darted forward and rushed up the stairs while happily chanting, "I have a son!"

Gobber chuckled and followed, leaving Drago behind with his own thoughts. The man however, didn't appear to share his sibling's joy as his face contorted in annoyance; his malicious grin had completely vanished and was replaced by a scornful expression as he stared up the loft of the house. Releasing a grunt, he heavily stomped towards the stairs. It was time for him to meet his 'precious' nephew.

"Oh Stoick," Valka's voice was thick with emotion as soon as she saw her husband walking towards her, "come look at our little boy, he's so beautiful..."

Stoick approached, eyes wide in awe as he looked down the bundle wrapped in Valka's arms and reached for it, gasping lightly once a small hand came from in between the sheets and little fingers wrapped around his indicator. The small frame squirmed in Valka's arm, and soon the small boy came into view; there was a faint trace of freckles adorning his nose and a pair of forest green orbs that eyed Stoick with interest.

"Now now, what a wee thing," came Gobber's voice, who was peeking over Stoick's shoulder. The baby gurgled happily and reached for the smithy, who chuckled in response, "wee but lively, that's for sure. Can tell he's going to be one hel of a rascal."

Stoick looked in Gertha's direction, "Isn't he too small?"

"For a seven months baby he's fine as he can be," she watched Stoick frown slightly, "do not fret, chief. Your son might be a hiccup, but there's no deny he's a warrior. The way things were headed he wasn't even supposed to have survived."

"What?" Stoick asked in alarm at the same time Drago arrived at the room, albeit remaining silent. "Whatever do you mean?!"

"He was in the wrong position for delivery, and he has a very frail body due being premature," Gertha sighed, looking in Valka's direction and remembering with a heavy heart how hard it had been to deliver that boy with life, "It was but a miracle that we managed to bring him out still breathing. A second later and we could have lost both him and Val."

Stoick's eyes widened at that, "Great Odin's ghost..."

"But he's alright," Valka interrupted the discussion, reaching for her husband's hand and caressing his knuckles reassuringly, "we both are, so don't go making that face on us."

His expression softened as he brought her hand to his lips, tenderly kissing her knuckles, "All you say, my dear," he then looked down at the little one once again, who was now playing with his beard, "a hiccup huh?"

Valka's expression fell for a moment, "I know he's different, but..."

"He'll prove them wrong, Val," he tenderly said while reaching for the mop of auburn hair on the top of his son's head and caressing it, "he'll become the strongest of them all."

She felt her eyes well up with tears and beamed at her husband, pulling him to a tender kiss while their baby gurgled in between them. Gobber wiped out a single tear that escaped his eyes and Gertha watched the heartwarming scene with a big smile. The only who didn't match the picture was Drago, who remained still by the stairs while glowering at the small thing wrapped in Valka's secure embrace. He felt his teeth grit, and before any of them could notice him there, he turned around and stomped down the stairs.

"My good people, it's with great joy that I welcome you all tonight!" Stoick's cheery voice boomed through the walls of the mead hall, where a great celebration was taking place to welcome little Hiccup's arrival. "Now enjoy to your heart's content. Tonight, we thank the Gods for delivering my son safe and sound!"

Cheers echoed from all directions and soon the Hooligans were doing as told. Dancing, drinking, chatting; all while Stoick stood proudly by his wife, who was cooing at their slumbering son. The villagers soon approached to congratulate Valka and Stoick, and although Hiccup's fragility was quite noticeable, nobody dared to point it out (it was a stupid move given Stoick was not really known for his patience).

Soon Ansfrida approached, a small bundle of her own wrapped in her arms as she pulled Valka to a hug, "Oh Val, I'm so happy for you," the blonde said, earning a grateful smile from Valka. She then looked down to Hiccup, who was now fully woken and eyeing her with his big green eyes filled with curiosity. "My, what beautiful eyes he has."

"Yes, they are even brighter than mine and Stoick's," she smiled at her son, "he's surprisingly expressive for a newborn, although he sleeps a lot."

"I heard his wee bones are fragile?"

"Quite," Valka sighed, "he came to this world too early, stubborn little thing." Hiccup looked up to her and warbled, causing her frown to cease and her smile to return, "But Gertha said it should be alright. We just need to be cautious with how we handle him for the next months, then his bones should be strong enough to hold himself."

Ansfrida released a relieved sigh, "Thanks Frigga for that..." she then turned around to see her husband, Asmund, clap Stoick's shoulder and both fathers were soon conversing with pride smiles stretching their lips. The blonde chuckled lightly, "Stoick seems happy, you'd think the ruthless 'Stoick the Vast' would be displeased to find out he has a runt for a son."

"I feared the same," Valka smiled sheepishly, "you can imagine my surprise when he had the exact opposite reaction of what I was expecting."

"I'm glad, dear friend."

"Yes, so am I."

Unnoticed by the mothers, the babies in their arms had finally took notice of each other and were now exchanging looks of equal confusion and curiosity. Astrid, who was barely two months older than Hiccup, had beautiful azure eyes and golden hair. She reached her chubby hand towards Hiccup, who moved his look from her eyes to her hand and gurgled in confusion, causing the Hofferson baby to giggle. Thankfully their mothers were close enough for her to reach just enough so she could touch Hiccup's face, her little fingers tracing his freckles as he continued to eye her in awe.

It stayed like this for a few seconds until Astrid retracted her small hands with another giggle, earning a small and gummy smile from Hiccup. Her first giggle however, had called the attention of both mothers and fathers, who happened to witness the endearing moment with warm hearts.

"A ladies' man already, isn't he? Told ye' he'd be a rascal." Gobber joked light heartedly while the parents chuckled.

"That's actually surprising, Astrid is not very fond of other children," Asmund interjected while caressing his daughter's cheek and making her giggle, "she actually made Spitelout's boy cry the other day."

Stoick rolled his eyes at that, "Anything can make that boy cry. Last time all it took was a glare from the Thorston twins."

"Those two little devils can make a grown man cry Stoick," Gobber pointed out, causing everyone to laugh in response.

"Fair point."

Soon Gothi was stepping closer, staff in hands and eyes focused on young Hiccup (who continued to beam at Astrid since she was back to poke his freckled cheeks) The parents softly bowed at her, which she simply nodded as response, and then stepped closer. Valka lowered Hiccup slightly so he could be in the elder's reach. Hiccup's questioning look was back once again as he eyed the aged woman, who seemed to be analyzing him from head to toe. After a minute, which Hoffersons and Haddocks patiently waited while silently eyeing her, she pulled out a small flask out of her pouch and dumped its contents on her palm. It looked like some kind red colored paint, but the fruity scent that came from it made it clear it was one of her natural formulas made out of fruits which she used to bless the infants of the tribe and welcome them into their midst. The color of the painting would normally match the child's very soul, which was why she had chosen the red pigmentation for Hiccup; compassionate and courageous were the first things she felt upon taking a good look at the young boy.

The rest... only time would tell.

She reached for his forehead and drew a straight line crossed by a curved one, resembling Berk's chief mark (only this one missed the second curved line). The powdery texture of the paint ended up falling on his nose, what caused him to sneeze. The adults laughed once again, and as soon as Gothi bowed slightly one more time, Stoick reached for his son and cradled him in his arms. "Red, a strong one. I kind of hoped you'd match your old man, but I suppose you will be always full of surprises eh, m'boy?" Hiccup gurgled happily and reached for his father's beard, earning a chuckle from him. Soon Stoick was turning around to the Berkians, his voice booming loudly as he announced, "Tonight, we celebrate the birth of my son," he declared, having many Vikings to raise their mugs of ale in joy, "tonight, we celebrate the life of Berk's one and only heir, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third!"

The hall immediately broke into cheers; Vikings yelling and clamoring their new heir, who confusedly gurgled in the protective embrace of his father while staring at the energetic throng of Vikings. Valka and Ansfrida both broke into laughter as Valka stepped by her husband's side and cooed at their son, who was more than happy to receive more attention. Asmund and Ansfrida were not far behind with Gobber by their side, while Astrid's eyes never left Hiccup's small frame; her gaze still sparkling with curiosity and interest.

However, in a recluse corner of the hall where the mood remained unfazed by the Vikings contagious glee, Drago sat accompanied by a big mug of ale and three of his men. The man was seething, startling his men with his snarls whenever the Hooligans broke into cheers. The men decided not to bother their leader in any circumstance. It wouldn't be the wisest of choices

Drago glared in his family's direction, the frail looking thing flailing in his brother's arms causing his insides to twist with rage in a way it hadn't over awhile now. There's absolutely no way he would ever allow a hiccup to inherit Berk's throne and order him around. He would take what was rightfully his no matter the cost, and if getting rid of that damn pest was the only way...

So be it.

*squints at Drago*
I h8 u.

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