Chapter 1: The Bermuda, The Triangle, and- Holy Shit! Is That a Fucking Dragon?!
AN: Alrighty then! Yes, I've started a new fanfiction once again. Yes, it will take a while to upload chapters. Yes, it will also lengthen the time between uploads for other stories as well. However!... Actually, I can't really think of counter argument besides the fact that this is a new story for you guys to read. But, what are you gonna do?
Anyways, I have plans for this series of stories. (Yes, it is a series.) One of which is to have this be an OC x Heather pairing! After looking through approximately 22 pages filled with different HTTYD fanfictions, I've only seen about 8 that have an OC paired with Heather. So, I decided that there needed to be more of that.
Now also keep in mind that for those of you who don't know, there are going to be at least 2 more seasons for this TV series. However, they will not be available until Spring of 2015, and they will only be available on Netflix (To my knowledge). So, to those of you who end up liking this story, I'm sorry to say that if you do, and want to see me to go into the second movie, then it will not be happening until after that point. Simply because I want to stay with the time line (relatively), and I don't want to make a story for the second movie, and then have to completely re-edit it depending on what I write in for the newer seasons.
There's also a plan I have for later chapters, and I would like your guy's advice. I'll go into larger detail in the second AN at the bottom of the page, but the gist of it is that it will make the seasons for this story run longer with the addition of extra "episodes". Though, I will be typing in a little hint near the beginning of the chapter, and kudos to those of you who know what said hint it is.
Now for those of you wondering why this is a series, it's because each new story in this series is going to be starting at the beginning of each of the seasons. For this one, it takes place during the movie. For the next, it will take place during "Riders of Berk", and so on.
Now, I think I've given you guys enough information for the first AN of this fanfiction. So, without further ado, here is the first chapter of "A New Life: Starting Over"!
"Now boarding Flight 414. I repeat, now boarding Flight 414." At the sound of the announcement, a fifteen year old teenager stands up from a chair in the waiting area, grabbing the backpack that was sitting on the chair next to him, before heading towards the boarding area of the plane. He shows his ticket to the lady standing in front of the hall, before heading down said hall, boarding the plane, putting his backpack in the overhead compartment, and sitting in his seat. He turns his head to the right to look out the window that he'd been assigned next to and sees the plane starting the take-off sequence.
The teen wears black combat boots with black laces, which reach up to his mid-thigh and partially cover the blue jeans that he's wearing. He's also wearing a long blue T-shirt, on top of which is a black leather jacket. He has light Caucasian skin, and a head of completely black hair. His eyes are a deep cobalt, and seemed to have once shined with life. But now, they are simply dulled with only the slight trace of light left in them. This is Jack. He's currently on his way to his grandparent's house in Bermuda, due to an event at home that forced him to leave. Unfortunately, though it may seem to other people that Jack would like this since grandparents are known to spoil their grandchildren, the opposite could be said for the raven haired teen.
Jack POV:
So… I get to go and live with them. I think in disgust, referring to my grandparents on my mother's side. Now, you would think that most kids would be happy to be able to spend time with their grandparents since they're usually known to spoil their grandchildren rotten. (1) However, that is not the case for me. You see, even though they live in Bermuda, they've visited our family from time to time. And when they do, it's usually during the holidays when a large party is being thrown. When they showed up to the parties, my life turned into a living hell. They'd always single me out, usually after having a few drinks, and start to comment on my social and private life.
"Hey look, it's the recluse to the family. What are you doing these days runt"? A male voice echoes in my mind.
"Oh, I'm sure he's been out in the town, picking people's pockets, stealing from the stores, everything that all recluses like him do." A female voice answers. The male voice scoffs in response.
"You know what, you're right. You hear that you brat? We already know what you've done. And don't you go trying to deny it either. It's always your kind of kids that do that kind of stuff. Why can't you be like most of the other kids your age? Go out and play a sport, gain money, fame? Oh, I know why, because you're that man's son." The male voice continues, and a frown appears on my face.
Of course, I start thinking about them, and their voices start appearing in my head. I'm still pissed about the stereotypes that they come up with too. Not all recluses can be judged that way. I think in exasperation as the plane flies through the air, before I notice a small TV screen on the seat in front of me. Oh yeah, I forgot that those nice people got me tickets for Jet Blue. (2) Well, at least it's something to take my mind off things. I think, using the remote on the right armrest to choose something to watch. Eventually, I settle on a movie about dragons by DreamWorks films, and settle back to watch.
Just as the movie is nearing the 30 minute mark, and I've started to wish that I was part of it since it's better than my actual life, it's interrupted when the screen suddenly winks out, along with all the other screens that other people were watching. I look around the passenger area of the plane as uneasy muttering breaks out amongst the groups of people. The sound only escalates when people start to feel the plane angle downwards. I look fearfully out of the window to see that the water below us is in sight. Which isn't good since planes are supposed to be above the cloud line! I decide to look around the cabin, and my fears only reach new heights when the breathing masks descend from the ceiling. I quickly look under my seat, grab the inflatable vest, and then slip the breathing mask on. The screaming has quieted down since almost everyone now has on their own breathing mask, but that does little to help what happens next.
Suddenly, the sound of the plane falling through the air stops. But only for a split second. Because then, a wave of water comes rushing through the plane, crashing into me, and continuing towards the back. I'm the lucky one, since I manage to stay awake past the pain that goes through my body as it's impacted by the water. Then I remember that I'm still buckled into my seat, and realize that's not necessarily a good thing since I could drown. I quickly un-buckle myself, take off the breathing mask, and make my way to the small pocket of air that was somehow created in the plane. I quickly look around, trying to see if anyone else followed my idea, only for no one to rise above the water line.
I hold back any emotions for those people I may have for the time being, and quickly make my way to my overhead compartment, which was relatively easy to open since it was inside the air pocket with me. Unfortunately, just as I take out my backpack, I hear a straining noise, and look at where it's coming from. What I see just escalates my fears, as the top of the plane starts to bend inwards a few yards in front of me. Then, it breaks apart and water comes streaming in from the top. I try to swim away, and the extra water that's pushed in helps a little before I'm pulled out of the hole as the rest of the plane fills up. I quickly realize that I'm now stuck under the sea, with no air, and no one else. So I quickly pull the line of the vest I'm wearing, causing it to inflate and bring me floating to the top of the water.
My joy is short lived at making it, when I hear the sound of something familiar, and the water I'm floating in is pulled towards it. I quickly look in the direction the noise is coming from, and see that the one of plane's jets managed to survive the crash and stay above the water, which it was now pulling into its spinning blades. I pale at what that entails for me, and quickly try to swim away from it. Unfortunately, the vest and backpack that I'm holding only act as hindrances, and I'm slowly pulled towards my certain death. Just as I'm ready to accept that I escaped drowning, only to be torn to pieces, I suddenly hear the sound of the jet speed up, and sound more strained. I look in its direction once again… Just in time to see the whole thing catch fire and explode. Knocking me out as I'm caught up in the blast, and thrown through the air.
I groan as I wake up and feel pain shoot through my entire body, surprising me at the fact that I can still feel anything at all. As the pain slowly dulls, I manage to open my eyes, and blink away the blurriness in them. After a few more minutes of lying on the cool, soft ground, I manage to push myself up with one hand, the other miraculously still holding onto my backpack. I take a look around my immediate area, only for my eyes to practically fly out of their sockets when I notice what's lying on the ground next to me. Momentarily forgetting about the pain I'm in, I crawl over to the object at a rapid pace, and stare at it in surprise.
Alright. There are a few explanations for how the hell my suitcase managed to come with me to wherever the hell I am. One, pure coincidence. Two, divine intervention. Or three, this is just some story that I'm in, and the reason that it's here is so that the plot can go in a certain direction… I'm really hoping that it's one or two. I think, before pushing myself shakily to my feet, and throwing the shredded inflatable vest I was wearing into the water, before looking around the area that I've found myself in. I'm surprised to see that it's a small cove, with rock walls surrounding the entire thing. I notice a small waterfall leading off of one of the walls, and into the lake that I'm standing next to.
But what surprises me the most, are the two figures that are a few yards away from me. One of them is obviously a male teen, with brown hair, a green long sleeve shirt, a brown fur vest, brown fur boots, and brown pants. The other… "Holy shit." I mutter in shock, awe, and a slight bit of fear. "Is that a fucking dragon?!" I mutter in disbelief. Said dragon is hanging onto a tree branch as if it were a bat, with its tail wrapped around it to keep it from falling to the ground. It's pitch black, and currently resting. But the most noticeable feature is that its left tail wing is gone. When I notice this, my eyes widen, and I can no longer keep quiet. "What the fuck?!" I cry out in alarm. Startling the boy that was sitting on the rock, and making him jump up and turn to me in shock. We stare at each other for a few seconds, before I raise my hand in a slow gesture. "Um… Hi?" I ask him, waving my hand slightly. The boy, who I now know is Hiccup, just continues to stare at me in shock.
Great… Not only am I now in the movie, but I have no fucking clue what the hell is supposed to happen. For all I know, this could be near the end, a few minutes past where I ended, or even after the movie. This is going to be fun. I think to myself sarcastically, before attempting to start up a conversation with the Viking teen. After a few minutes of lying through my teeth and telling him that I pretty much have amnesia, the only few things that I can remember being my name, my parent's names, and what I like to do for fun, I end up learning that I'm only a few minutes past where I was in the movie. Since Hiccup was nice enough to fill me in on where I was, how he met the Night Fury, how Vikings view dragons as unholy beings, as well as a little bit of insight on Berk itself, I made sure to promise to keep the Night Fury quiet if anyone asked me about it.
"And that's basically all you need to know. So, all you can remember are a few things about your life? You can't remember where you came from, or how you got here?" Hiccup asks me. I shake my head in response as he draws a picture of the Night Fury into the ground.
"Unfortunately not, I can remember one other thing though…" I trail off and look at the ground. "I remember that I was supposed to be leaving my birth place for one reason…" I continue.
"Well, what was it?" Hiccup asks. I look up at him with sad eyes.
"I was leaving because no one wanted to take care of me after my parents died." I tell him, getting a shocked look in response.
"Wow… I mean, that's just… I don't know what to say… I'm sorry." He tells me, sincerity in his voice. That actually makes me smile a bit.
"It's alright. If I'm remembering that part correctly, then it must mean that no one else liked me there. Which means that I have no reason to go back." I tell him, Hiccup nodding in agreement as he goes back to drawing the Night Fury. Not even three minutes later, said dragon comes walking over to us, and looks down at the drawing, sparing a glance at me as if to make sure I'm not a threat. Now, if I wasn't leaving my backpack and suitcase leaning against the rock wall a few yards away, then I suppose that I would be. As Hiccup puts the finishing touches onto his drawing, the Night Fury gets onto his hind legs, and wobbles over to a tree, before wrenching a branch off, and dragging it along the dirt.
This continues for a few minutes, until he eventually puts it down and gives a nod of satisfaction. Hiccup and I stand up from our rocks, and look around at the, toddler level, drawing that the dragon had done. Hiccup starts walking to get a better look, but stops when the Night Fury growls at him. He freezes up, and turns towards the dragon, before looking down to see that he'd stepped onto one of the lines. He lifts his leg, and the dragon goes back to his closed lips smile, before growling again as Hiccup places his foot back down. "Hiccup, I'm going to suggest that you step over the line." I tell him, getting a nod in response as the Viking teen does just that, the dragon keeping his closed lips smile instead of growling like he did the other times. Hiccup and I share a smile, before he starts to step around the "drawing". To him, it was probably just stepping, but to me, it was almost as if he was dancing.
Finally, he manages to get out of the "drawing", right in front of the Night Fury. He smiles slightly, and holds out his hand as if to pet the dragon, but stops as the Night Fury growls at him slightly. Then, he closes his eyes, looks away, and slowly outstretches his hand towards the dragon. Said dragon stares at the hand in wonder for a few seconds, before pushing his head forwards and meeting Hiccup's hand. Hiccup looks up in wonder, just before the dragon pulls away and snorts before gliding away from us. "Hiccup… I think you just became the first Viking to befriend a dragon… Ever." I tell him in shock and awe as I slowly make my way out of the Night Fury's "drawing" so as not to entice his wrath.
"I-I can't believe it." The Viking teen mutters to himself in disbelief.
"Well believe it. Because it just happened. Now, would you mind helping me out over here?" I ask, walking towards my things and looking over my shoulder. "I'm not exactly sure if now is the best time to meet your village, so could you help me set up camp here?" I continue, walking towards a tree to grab some branches and use them to set up a small camping area.
"S-sure." Hiccup replies, still in shock at what just happened, before helping me gather the things I would need, including the rocks and twigs for a small fire. After setting up my make-shift tent, Hiccup bids me farewell, before heading up the footpath that will lead him up into the forest, and back to his village. I wave my hand, and then lay down under my tent, which used multiple large leaves as the cover, to think about how today just went before I drift off to sleep.
"Hey Too~thless." I hear someone say in a sing-song voice, waking me from my dazed state. I slowly open my eyes and let them get used to the light as the voice continues talking. "I brought breakfast, I hope… I hope you're hungry, ugh." I hear them continue, their voice strained in points as if they were putting effort into something. I slowly walk out of my current sleeping area, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and yawning as I do so. Then I look around, and see that Hiccup is back in the cove, feeding the Night Fury, who he apparently named Toothless, a basket filled with fish. He's also carrying a smaller basket, and some kind of leather contraption. He looks over at me, and waves the other basket. I nod, before walking over to him.
"Hey Hiccup, what's in the basket? And what's that?" I ask, pointing at the leather contraption under his arm. I had learned to just not question the fact that I had apparently learned how to speak and understand Norse in place of English when passing through the Bermuda Triangle, as I figured that was the only place that could have affected the plane in such a way on our way to Bermuda, and decided to just put it off as divine intervention once again.
"The basket is what's holding your food. Since fishing isn't one of your hobbies, I'm guessing that you'd have a hard time getting yourself some food." He says, handing me the basket as he does so. "As for this," He begins, holding up the leather contraption as he stands beside the fish pile, "This is going to help Toothless here fly again." He tells me. Getting a nod in response as I open the basket to find some cooked chicken.
Hmmm, not exactly something I'd have for breakfast, but it's food. I think to myself, picking up the leg and taking a bite as Hiccup takes an eel out of the fish pile, and throws it away as Toothless lets out a panic filled screech when he sees it.
"Yeah, I don't really like eel much either." He admits as Toothless digs in, myself eating the chicken leg as Hiccup walks around Toothless, and attempts to attach the leather contraption, which appears to be a prosthetic tail wing, onto Toothless' tail. I finish my breakfast just in time to see the dragon spreading its wings… With Hiccup sitting on his tail.
"Um, Hiccup." I say, getting the brunette's attention.
"What is it Jack?" he asks me.
"You might want to hold on tight." I suggest, stepping back a little with a small smirk on my face. He answers it with a confused look, before Toothless suddenly takes off into the air. I laugh loudly as Toothless and Hiccup fly through the air, the Viking teen yelling in surprise and accomplishment almost the entire time, before they come swooping down and Toothless notices that Hiccup is still hanging onto him. When he does, he flicks his tail, sending Hiccup flying off. Now, I may have laughed harder at this scene… If Hiccup wasn't flung into me sending us both crashing to the ground. I groan as we each push ourselves to our feet. "Damn. Gotta remember that karma's a bitch." I mutter, rubbing my head in slight pain.
"Ha-ha! It worked!" Hiccup cries out after the pain goes away, raising his hands in success. I just smile and shake my head at that, before waving a small farewell as he leaves to go back to the village. I'm still sore over the fact that they kill dragons, but I guess that in a sense, it's like how we kill rats and the like whenever they make their way into our houses… Speaking of which, I still can't figure out how the hell I made it here. Was I thrown back in time? Sent to an alternate dimension? Or something else? All I know is that whatever happened, I'm glad. It's definitely better than how my life would have turned out if I'd just continued it the way I was living it. Although, I sag when I realize that while I may like this, the other people on the plane most likely didn't survive… I trail off on that thought, and make my way over to my makeshift campsite to go over what I managed to bring with me to Berk to try and take my mind of the less-than-happy thought.
The first thing that I look through is my backpack. I find my extra T-shirts, jeans, socks, undergarments, toothbrush, toothpaste, solar powered iPhone, headphones, sunglasses, pencils, pens, erasers, and my notebook. I nod to myself when I see that nothing got wet thanks to the extra insulation I put on my backpack, and then move on to check my suitcase. When I open it, I smile to myself. Sitting inside the suitcase are a multitude of tools, all of which are used for woodwork. Then, I take out probably the most important thing to me, an ornate dagger that's inside a black leather sheath. When I pull it out of the sheath, the blade is shown to be a shiny grey, curved slightly, while the handle is gold in color with a blue gem on the hilt.
I'm startled by the low growl I hear behind me, and turn to see Toothless with his teeth bared and eyes narrowed at the dagger. My eyes widen, and I throw the now-sheathed knife into my backpack, zip it closed, and push it away. Toothless stops growling, nods to me, and then walks back over to his tree branch. I let out a sigh of relief, and then walk over to a separate tree to get ready for a new project that I'm going to start working on. This will probably give me something to do for a few days. I think to myself as I look over the different branches on a tree, before picking one, and walking back over to my suitcase to get the necessary tools.
The next morning passes much like the one before. Hiccup shows up with food for me and Toothless, we eat, and then he shows us what he did the previous night. This time however, it turns out to be a saddle for Hiccup to sit on as he rides Toothless. Unfortunately, Toothless crouches low to the ground as soon as he sees it, and I recognize the look in his eyes. "Hiccup, get ready to be tired out." I say, getting into a ready position.
"What are you talking abo- Hey!" Hiccup cries out as soon as Toothless starts running. We spend the better part of an hour chasing the dragon, before Hiccup finally manages to catch him and place the saddle on him. They try to fly, but the first time that Hiccup tries to turn, Toothless does so, but the Viking teen's forward momentum sends him crashing into me once again.
"Oh come on! I didn't even do anything that time!" I cry out to the sky, complaining about the supposed bitch slap that karma had given me even though I hadn't done anything. The next day when Hiccup shows up, he's added a line to keep him attached to the saddle, as well as made the rope that attaches to Toothless' tail attach to his leg in place of holding it. Unfortunately, this time he moves it the wrong way, and they crash into a field on top of the rocks. When they come back down, Hiccup tells me about the "Dragon Nip" that he'd discovered. I smile at the name he'd given it, and use small amounts on Toothless when Hiccup isn't there to keep him calm whenever I pull out my dagger to look at it.
The almost a week later, Hiccup is scratching Toothless, when he finds a spot under the chin that makes the dragon fall to the ground from the feeling. But not in a bad way. We discuss it, and decide that it must be some kind of pressure point or something under a dragon's chin. Hiccup decides he's going to use it on the dragons in the ring the next time they have to face one, and leaves to go to his lessons. As he does this, I go back over to my makeshift tent, which has turned into more of a camp after I gathered some more wood and other building materials, and look over my newest work. I'd created a bow, a simple one mind you, and the only thing that I was missing now was a strong enough string, and some arrows. Unfortunately, Vikings weren't known for their archery, and thus there were no arrows for Hiccup to gather from the village. But he agreed to try and find me a string to use.
The other thing that I was focusing on was a design. While the wood itself I was planning on coloring once I got some paint, I wanted to figure something out to carve into it and personalize it. I couldn't think of anything from my past life, and so I was waiting until something happened here that would give me the inspiration that I needed. When Hiccup showed up the once again about a week later to spend time with me and Toothless, we were surprised to find that dragons reacted to shiny lights the same way cats did back in my past life. They focused solely on trying to catch it, even though it was physically impossible.
Later on that day, Hiccup showed up a second time, like always, and attached a new part to Toothless. We'd learned that dragons pay absolutely no attention to anything else when they're eating, so it was easier for Hiccup than when he tried to attach the saddle. After the dragon finished eating, Hiccup decided to test out the new part, which was an easier way for Hiccup to adjust Toothless' prosthetic tailfin by using a paddle that the Viking teen could attach his foot to. He tried a multitude of different foot positions while tying Toothless to a tree stump so that they wouldn't go flying away, creating a cheat sheet to remember the different foot positions, before a fairly large gust of wind sent them flailing backwards into the tree line. Unfortunately, this caused them to get tied together, and Toothless still didn't trust my dagger despite the fact that he'd known me for just about a month. So Hiccup had to sneak Toothless into town at night to get them untangled.
I'm still not entirely sure how the hell they managed to do that successfully since he came back that night, completely untangled and without an angry mob, before he went running back to sleep in his house. What surprised me was what happened the next day. He actually offered me to ride with him on Toothless. I obviously accepted, excited at the idea.
Currently, we're flying through the clouds on Toothless' back, a large smile on my face as I take a look around in complete and utter joy. Who would have thought that I'd be flying on the back of a dragon? I know that I sure didn't. But the feeling of it filled me with such joy, that I wished that I had my own dragon. I'm brought out of my wishes by Hiccup's voice. "Okay there bud. We're gonna take this n~ice and slow." He tells Toothless, holding out the 'nice' as he pats the dragon on the side of his neck. Hiccup looks at his cheat sheet to adjust his foot. "Positio~~n three. No! Four." He says, before looking back at his foot to make sure that he gets it right. Toothless follows his line of sight, and huffs in agreement when it's right.
I look back at the tail fin with Hiccup as we finish the turn that position four gave us, and smile. "Alright, it's go time, it's go time." Hiccup mutters to himself, angling Toothless towards the ground, the dragon giving off a mild roar of agreement as we skim the waves of the sea. "Come on buddy, come on buddy!" Hiccup cries out in encouragement, before looking up at the same time as me to see seagulls flying underneath a rocky overpass. "Yes, it worked!" Hiccup says in success, looking over his shoulder to look at the tail wing once again, myself leaning to the side a little to give him a better view, before he urges Toothless to keep flying.
Unfortunately, he's a bit too encouraging, and we slam into a couple of sea stacks, Hiccup apologizing each time. Toothless hits Hiccup slightly with his right ear, while I cuff him in the back of his head. "Yeah, yeah. I'm on it." He tells us in exasperation. "Position four, uh, three." He corrects himself, changing the position of his foot so that we're able to fly straight up. Toothless roars out in excitement as we do this. "Yeah! Go baby!" Hiccup cries out as I laugh in excitement and joy. "Ye-he-hes! Oh, this is amazing! The wind in my- Cheat sheet!" he cries out in alarm as his cheat sheet goes flying past him. He manages to grab it, but it's too late. "Sto~~p!" he cries out in alarm just before he's able to grab it, Toothless doing just that, and unfortunately unhooking Hiccup from his harness, leading to the two of us flying off Toothless, and then free falling towards the sea below. Both Hiccup and Toothless cry out in alarm, while all I can do is stare at the water below in fear. I can vaguely make out Toothless' roars of alarm, and Hiccup's voice directing him what to do, but I'm not able to focus again until I'm pulled onto Toothless' back by Hiccup, and we're flying fairly straight.
I shake my head again, only for fear to come back when I see that we're flying towards large sea stacks, and that Hiccup is focusing on his cheat sheet. Suddenly, he throws it over his shoulder, and gets a determined look on his face. Then, we're flying between the stacks with no problem, the occasional ~clack~ of the tail wing changing settings resounding in the air to better our flying. Then, we make it out without a scratch, and Hiccup raises his hands into the air in success. "Yea~~~h!" He yells out, Toothless firing off a "Plasma blast", as Hiccup calls them, in his own excitement. Unfortunately, it explodes into a ball of fire in the direction that we're heading.
"You've got to be kidding me." I mutter in disbelief, before we fly right through it, myself being partially shielded by Hiccup, though my hair has definitely seen better days since I'm slightly taller than him. A few hours later, we're still trying to get over the slight burns, just sitting and watching the sun set while eating some cooked fish. Toothless regurgitates a fish head, but Hiccup and I decline it gratefully, seeing as raw fish would not agree with our digestive system. A few seconds later, some Terrible Terrors fly in, and Toothless growls at them while wrapping his paws a little more possessively around his food. They make their way over and attempt to take some, only for Toothless to keep it from them. A green one manages to take the fish head he regurgitated, and when another one tries to take it, the green one fires a stream of fire at it in defense. This makes me laugh a little at the sight.
Toothless watches them warily, before looking on in surprise at one fish that stands on its own. However, he quickly grabs it again when he sees it's a Terrible Terror holding onto its tail fin, and successfully wrenches it away before eating it. Giving his own version of a mocking laugh at the smaller dragon. The Terror seems a bit miffed, and scratches the ground as if it were a bull before rearing onto its hind legs and readying a stream of fire… Only for Toothless to let loose a small Plasma blast into its mouth, effectively shutting it up and making it fall onto its face as smoke faintly trails from its mouth. It gets back up and walks around a little dizzily after that, myself chuckling once again as I think that it looks like it was drunk.
"Heh. Not so fire proof on the inside are you?" Hiccup asks the Terror, before grabbing an uncooked fish and tossing it in front of the small dragon. "Here you go." He says in a bit of a pitying voice. The Terror quickly eats the fish, before wearily making its way over to us, sniffing cautiously as it stops every few seconds, before it rests under Hiccup's arm as if it were a cat, myself and the Viking teen petting its back as Hiccup looks at it in surprise. "Everything we know about you guys… Is wrong." He states in surprise as the little dragon purrs. Soon enough it's time for Hiccup to return home, and he does just that after dropping myself and Toothless off at the cove. Myself going to bed in the small shack that I'd created over the month and a half I'd been living there, not knowing that the next day would bring one major event after another.
AN: Alright then, the first chapter is done! I've gotta say, it's harder to write a Fanfiction about a movie and have an idea where to stop, rather than just write about an episode of a TV series. But, I think that I've managed. Now, the next time, Jack meets his first new Hairy Hooligan, and possibly gets his own dragon. I'm not entirely sure. Either way, it will probably be the second to last chapter of this Fanfiction. I want your guy's suggestions. Do I start a new Fanfiction for "Riders of Berk"? Or do I continue with this Fanfiction and add in Riders of Berk to it?
Now, I'm sure that most of you noticed the numbers. Those are basically markers to tell you that at the bottom of the chapter, they're going to be explained. So, here they are.
1: This is most certainly the case for me, though it may not be the case for everyone. While my parents are a bit stricter about what they give me and what-not, my mom's mother is known to spoil me and my younger brother like there's no tomorrow. Heck, I'm pretty sure that for my last birthday she gave me a hundred dollars for a gift.
2: The only reason that I know this is because the last few times that I took an airplane to Florida, we took Jet Blue, and they had in-flight movies that were shown on the TV screens inside the backs of the heads on chairs. If that's not the case anymore… Well, I'm a little out of date. Whatever.
So, that's about it for this chapter. For those of you who liked it, make sure to leave a review, favorite it, follow it, whatever you want to do. For those of you who didn't like it, well, either read on and see if you like the later chapters, or just stop reading it all together. It's really your choice. But I hope that I can at least change your mind with my later chapters.
Now, I told you guys that I was going to explain my plan. Basically, I'm thinking about adding in "episodes", by taking an episode from different TV series, and changing it slightly so that it fits in with the dragon riders. (The hint being the plane crash from "Cast Away" earlier this chapter.) Hope you guys like the idea, and Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this! I hope to see you all next time!