So as you all know I have a HTTYD story that is very personal and I'm looking for someone to help me with that. But, I got this Idea and I just couldn't help myself.

Welcome to Berk.

Sure our town isn't big but its home to some of the greatest racecar drivers and motorcyclists in the world.

We even have a motor park with a race track for everyone, from R/C cars to Super trucks. We also have a mile and a half superspeedway and a half mile speedway for big asphalt races.

But, the biggest thing here in Berk is the two big companies that started here. Berk Industries and Mosler Motor Sport, two companies my father owns; "Stoic "The Vast" Haddock, he's a huge racecar driver. He's won three Rolex 24 at Daytona and two 24 hours at Lemans, he even owns his own race team, Spirit of Berk; the team runs in the Daytona GT class in the Tudor Sports car series with a black Porsche 911 with bronze stripes going down the side into the Berk Industries logo and turning into a bronze and black checkered flag.

Yeah Berk is pretty awesome. Unless your me, Henry "Hiccup" Haddock, a skinny little boy, who can turn a ruined car and make it into gold. I'm known for this because my dad has three bone yards full of cars. That's where it all started, when I found that one special car.

I was 14 and I was wondering around one of my dad's bone yards and I came across a car that had a dog in it. The dog was a black lab mix with a boxer; and the car was a 1970 Pontiac Firebird Formula 400. The dog and I became quick friends; I decided to name him Toothless because the first three teeth on right side of his lower jaw were gone. I eventually adopted him. Then three years later, Toothless pasted away from old age. I was shedding tears and walking thru the same bone yard when I came across the same car I found Toothless in. I looked at the car and I saw a vision of a beautiful car so I got a tow truck and hauled it over to my small auto shop in the bone yard. I quickly tore it apart and ordered replacement parts. It took me 4 years to get all the pieces and parts to make the car one of a kind. I added a roll cage to it, put a 428 V8 instead of the stock 400 V6, and added interchangeable seat bottoms so I could go from racecar to street legal car in minutes. I had custom ordered black upholstery seats and a custom made to fit me black racing seat with harnesses and everything. I painted it flat black and replaced the chrome with black chrome. I looked at it and I loved it but, I remembered I had other projects like my 1970 Z28 Camero and a 1968 Pontiac GTO but, I was also helping my best friend Garrett Starson or "Garis" with his 1981 Midnight Blue Camero with a small block corvette engine in it. I looked at the car and decided to name it Toothless after my dog. I then went online and ordered a black racing suit and a custom made helmet with two black dragons on both sides of the helmet. When it arrived I went down to the Motor ;park and registered for a Monday night race, giving myself the name , Night Fury; at first people laughed at me cause of my name and I was starting from the back and on my first race with Toothless I smoked the competition. Needless to say while I was still in school everyone was talking about Night Fury. Eventually Night Fury became a legend over night. Everyone loved him. The crowd would go crazy when I got on the track. But as me, Hiccup Haddock, life got better after everyone found out I was a car nut with my small collection of classic cars that I brought to school. People drooled whenever I would pull up to school in my black 68 GTO with silver leaf pin striping down the side and its amazing 425 V8. Even though it wasn't Toothless it made me proud that I could turn rusty old cars into works of art. Eventually the girl of my dreams, Astrid Hofferson asked me to fix up her 1969 dodge dart. I couldn't say no and when I brought her to my house, which is huge she started crying when she saw it. I replaced almost everything. Put in bucket seats like she asked and painted it blue and on the rear fenders I made a swirl of blue, green and, yellow. It looked a little weird but, it was a badass car. I put a 405 dodge hemi in it with a 5 speed transmission and Flow master exhausts. I loved her car and she did to. Too bad for me, I wasn't her car.

Then my cousin, Scott Jorgensen or "Snotlout" had me help him with the engine on his red and black hard top 1970 Barracuda. I did absolutely nothing to the body of the car but, I put a 426 Chrysler Hemi with a 6-speed transmission. My cousin loved it and took it to the drag strip and won lots of races.

So I became the best mechanic Berk has ever seen. I still went and raced as Night Fury but, then came the day everything changed. Everyone graduated and we loved Berk so much we went to the Berk Engineering Academy. After that, I won the ASCAR championship.

If you're wondering what ASCAR stands for it Association of Stock Car Auto Racing. It's basically what NASCAR used to be, but it was only at Berk Motor Park and that's where this story begins.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to Berk Speedway for the first race of the ASCAR Championship" said an announcer.

"For the starting lineup, on the pole we have last year's championship runner-up and dirt track champion, Garrett Starson in the number 19. On the outside we have drag racing champion, Scott Jorgensen in the number 7" said the announcer.

"And folks if you're wondering where our reigning ASCAR champion is, he's starting at the tail of the field due to late entry"

Night Fury waved to the crowd and the crowd went wild. Astrid was in the crowd and started turning red upon seeing him. He got in his car and an official came over and put up the safety mesh on the door.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, START YOUR ENGINES!"

The cars all fired up and slowly made their way onto the track. They came around a second time and the pace car dived to pit lane and the field of cars took off.

"The green flag flies and we're underway!" said the announcer.

Garis pulled away from Snotlout and the rest of the field. Night Fury on the other hand was waiting in the back as the rest of the drivers battled for positions.

"Looks like Night Fury has given up" a girl said next to Astrid.

"I don't think so" Astrid said to the girl named Rachael Thorsten, also known as Ruffnut and is the reigning motocross champion in Berk.

"Go Night Fury" shouted Ruffnut's brother, Thomas Thorsten; also known as Tuffnut and he's the reigning flat track motorcycle champion in Berk.

Two laps pass by and Night Fury jumps to the outside of the cars in front of him and makes it three wide going into turn one and two.

"Night Fury pulls up right behind Thomas Larson in the number 61 silver Chevy impala!" said the announcer.

4 more laps went by and then there was 3 laps to go; and Night Fury was in third right behind Snotlout. Night Fury dived underneath Snotlout going into turns 3 and 4. The white flag flew as Garis and Night Fury flew over the start/finish line. Night Fury went high in turns 1 and 2 and was side by side with Garis.

"Its going to be a drag race down the backstretch!" said the announcer.

"Go Garis!" shouted some people.

"Go Night Fury!" shouted some of the crowd.

Night Fury and Garis went thru the final turn side by side and came racing towards the finish line.

Night Fury and Garis bumped into each other causing Garis to slow up for a second giving Night Fury the lead.

"They touched! They touched!" shouted the announcer.

"And Night Fury wins!" shouted the announcer.

Night Fury came around to the front stretch and did donuts for winning.

The crowd went wild and then he went to victory lane and as usual, pushed the camera's and microphones away and loaded up his car with his crew chief Gobber and left.

So that's the end of thefirstchapter but, the suspense is starting to rise.