Author's Note

Okay I am saying this now. Do not, I repeat DO NOT, complain about people out of character. This Fanfiction. Just that FanFICTION! The characters can do, say,

and act how the author wants! Sorry, That's just a little pet peeve of mine. Continue.

For best reading effects watch movie up to the point where Hiccup bends over to mess with the basket. Pause the movie then read. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If owned I HTTYD Heather and Fishlegs would be dating already!

Chapter 1 A little vacation. Forever.

Hiccup's P.O.V.

As I leaned over the basket I had to hold onto it for a second to steady myself for what I was about to do. It was scary, leaving everything you know behind.

But then again, I remind myself, all you've known before Toothless was your father's disappointment, village's hatred, and overall contempt.

Except Gobber.

Good old Gobber. That meathead was there for me when no one else was. He was more of a father to me then Stoick.

And the only one you left a note for, I thought, at least you told him good bye and thanked him for all he did. Without him you wouldn't have been able to make

that tail, or saddle for Toothless.

He was the only thing I would miss here. But to late to turn back now.

I straightened. The sun had set. It was time to go.

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THE NEXT DAY

ON BERK

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Everyone was at the great hall getting ready for the big day. The chief's son was going to kill his first dragon. Everyone was happy, except for Astrid.

She had tried to trail the little twerp last night in the woods, but she had lost him. AGAIN!

Gobber had gone to the forge to see if he was there. Stoick was laughing and joking with Spitelout, about how Hiccup was so much better now.

Then Gobber burst in, waving a piece of paper.

"The boy's left, Stoick! Up and left!"

The chief had a look of confusion on his face. "Gobber! Calm down and explain."

Gobber glared at Stoick, for some reason. "Hear! I'll 'ead this note! It'll explain!

Dear Gobber,

Sorry I have to say good bye through a note, but I need to leave. So here we go.

I'm leaving because I can't live here anymore. Between the hatred from the village to my father's disappointment, I was the village screw-up.

Then when I get good at something I hate, everyone wants to be my best friend. I'm not going to stay and be Stoick's Talking Fishbone.

You are, were, the only friend I had in Berk, you meathead. But I've found a true best friend and we're leaving this place.

Thank you for being there for through everything. You were more of a father to me than Stoick ever was.

And please tell him that I've dropped the Haddock name and that he can make Snotlout the heir.

Try to hold on to the rest of your limbs,

Hiccup the Toothpick"

Gobber looked up with wet eyes. "You should have listened to him, Stoick' he said with a croak' I told you he needed ya' but ya' didn't listen."

He then stumbled out the of the Hall with his shoulders shaking. Stoick sat down hard in his chair. He turned to Spitelout. "Have any ships left since yesterday at the ring?"

Spitelout shook his head in confusion. "Not a single ship has been in or out since you came back."

Stoick stood, walked to the door and looked at the sea. "We will send messages to all the other tribes immediately, with Hiccup's description. I want my son back."

Spitelout nodded and started calling orders and pushed the teens out of the hall.

Every single teen, even the twins, looked guilty and ashamed. The title of Best Friend should have gone to one of them, years ago, not when he started getting good at dragon fighting. What had they done?

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yes, no, maybe so? R/R IN THE BOX BELOW PLEASE!