A small flame blossomed in the darkness, revealing a petite, frail-looking girl. The light also revealed a small room covered in drawings, pictures, and several books and pamphlets. A worn, leather book was sprawled across her lap and a charcoal pencil was balanced between her fingers. The girl frowned at the sound of rain against her ceiling before writing...

My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. I have wavy auburn hair and green eyes that everyone says I inherited from my mother. I am fifteen years old. I am also the smallest Viking in my tribe. I've decided to write this journal to keep track of everything in my life.

The next page showed a detailed drawing of an ocean and a small village on an island. Seemingly coming to life, colors were added until the dark water splashed a rock. A place where it looked to be a nice, peaceful night.

This is 's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...

A loud reptilian roar split the nightly tranquility. A cherry red Monstrous Nightmare roared again, fighting off five or six Vikings. It unleashed a steady stream of fire before taking off with a couple of sheep in its massive claws.

...dragons.

A group of multicolored Deadly Nadders squawked with several sheep in their mouths, being chased by another group of Vikings. The Vikings managed to duck out the way of the Nadder's spiked shoots.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings.

A man relentlessly beat a Gronkle in the face with a large hammer, struggling to get it to release the livestock it held. The Gronkle merely shook off the man and continued to hover away.

We have stubbornness issues.

Several more Vikings were chasing a large dragon, as one spilt up from the group to place a dented sword on a countertop. A large, rough hand swiped it off the counter, a large glow left the building. Inside, revealing a forge, a man with a peg leg was shaping the now red sword with a hammer replacing one of his hands.

This is Gobber, a meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands.

Back outside the forge, the battle is calming down as only a few dragons are still fighting. The largest Viking with a red beard strikes a Monstrous Nightmare with a hammer.

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its I believe it?

He managed to grab a hold of the tail and hurl it at a nearby Nadder, forcing them both the leave empty clawed.

Yes I do.

He looked to the skies panting. Then, baby cries were heard from a midwives hut, drawing his attention. Having a child during a dragon raid was a terrifying thing, especially, if it was your own child.

I was born too early, making me a tiny baby.

He peeked around a curtain to see his wife, Valka, holding a small bundle. As glad as he was the baby survived, he was hoping for a warrior. Gobber approached him to clasp a hand on his shoulder.

" About time, eh? Aye never thought aye'd be an uncle"

His wive moved the bundle closer, holding it out to him. " Would you like to hold her?"

Her? His mind was reeling. He had a daughter? He held her as gingerly as a Viking could, afraid to break her in half.

The curtain moved back again, revealing a burly dark haired Viking. He gruffly nudged past Gobber to stand before Stoick. " Came ta' see tha' kid"

Stoick nodded briefly in greeting. "Spitelout"

Valka squeaked a bit n alarm as he removed her baby from the blanket with one hand. After being exposed to the cold air, the babe cried surprisingly loud. Spitelout grunted in disapproval.

" Just a wee runt." He placed her back on Valka's lap, who coddled the baby immediately. Spitelout paused before leaving. " Not much more than a hiccup"

After that, the name stuck.

Stoick glared at his back, then, turned to his wife, who gasped in wonder. She pointed a birthmark on the baby's back. A sign of Thor: the thunder bolt.

" She's going to do something amazing Stoick I can feel it!" Valka marveled.

Stoick nodded at his wife's words. Before kissing them both on top of the heads.

Our happy family moments didn't last long after that. Because, a few months later, a more devastating dragon raid happened.