A/N: I own nothing, this came to me in an awesome dream so I'm writing it. Basically Hiccup is hiding not one, but two secrets. Catlovingmermaid says it is amazing what he can do with his one secret. Please leave reviews! R&R!

Chapter One: Meet Hiccup

This is Berk. It's twelve days North of Hopeless and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly in the Meridian of Misery. It smells strongly of pine with a hint of fresh fish. We have fishing, hunting, and I have been told that the view of our sunsets is charming. All I can tell you about our sunsets is that in winter they are terrible, but in summer they are great. Especially after a long day in the forge. Our village is old but everyone of the buildings is sturdy and feels new. That's because they are. My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, and this is the story of how I accidently kept two secrets from my tribe.

It all started one night, I was sleeping on my bed when a loud roar woke me up. Sitting up, I listened and sniffed the air. It only took me two seconds to decide that I'm smelling dragon fire and hearing, once again, a raid is happening. You see, while some places for pests have mice or mosquitoes, we have raiding dragons. Figuring I will be needed to help man the forge, I walked to where my wardrobe is kept and quickly changed out of my night shirt and into my favorite shirt. It is soft and doesn't scratch my arms at all. Pulling on my trousers and boots, I grabbed my warm vest as I attempted to head out the door. Attempted because the same instant I opened the door, I heard a large dragon land in front of it. Quickly, I slammed the door shut just when the dragon, Monstrous Nightmare by the sound of things, breathed fire at it. Once I heard it leave, I pulled open the door and quickly left.

Skillfully dodging any fights I can hear, I didn't noticed the flying Viking until I was pinned under a heavy weight. By the smell of things it was one of my neighbors, question is which one? The Viking on top of me letted out a fierce scream, "Arrrggghhhh! Mornin'!" At that note he got off me and went his merry way. Scrambling back to my feet, I started heading to the forge feeling glad that I don't need to count my steps to get there.

I ran past Hoark the Haggard, recognizing his battle cry. Which had to change as I ran past, "What are you doin' out!?" Great, now everyone knows I'm out and is going to try to stop me.

I heard the heavy footfalls of Burnthair the Broad right behind me, shouting, "Get inside!" Inside where? Unless I misstepped somewhere, I'm in the middle of the square with no none burning buildings near me.

I heard Phelgma the Fierce shout to my right, "Get back inside!" I can't get back if I never went inside, also, by the smell of things the buildings you want me to go into are on fire. I quickly evaded the Vikings and made my way towards the forge. I was about to enter in it when some one grabbed me from behind. I recognized the pine scented, rough hands hoisting me up. It was my dad, Stoic Haddock the Vast, chief of the tribe.

"Hiccup!? What is he doing out again!?" Thanks Dad, just trying to stay alive since you know our house is on fire. "What are you doing out!? Get inside!"

With that said, Dad thrust me towards the forge. Well, at least he wants me to get to work. Walking in to the forge, I bent down and felt for anything on the floor that I could trip on if I'm not careful. Picking up Gobber's mess, I dumped the half finished projects on the counter. You'd think for having a blind apprentice he will be better organized. Oh yea! Did I forget to mention that I'm blind? And it was Dad's idea to make me Gobber's apprentice. Luckily Gobber believes in learning on the job, so I basically taught myself how to work around my disability in the forge. Tying my apron on, I walked over to Gobber.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party, I thought you'd been carried off." Gobber's voice called from the pick up window.

I grinned as I strike a bodybuilder pose, "Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

Gobber laughed, "They need toothpicks, don't they?" Yea, I'm not just blind, I'm apparently small for my age. An explosion across the street caught my attention. Quickly I made my way towards the pick up window and leaned out of it. I could hear hurried footsteps towards the fire. The first one is loud and cocky, my cousin Snotlout's steps. Next is soft unsure steps that belong to Fishlegs, followed by chaotic steps of the ever fighting twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. The last set of footsteps belongs to Astrid. Her steps are always soft and confident. Astrid has the highest self esteem out of everyone on Berk.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered the thumping noise behind me of Gobber limping up to where I was. Gobber limps because he is missing a leg. The story of how he lost it changes each time he tells it. Suddenly, I felt one calloused hand and one metal hook grab me from behind. "Ah, come on! Let me out please. I need to make my mark!" I protested.

Gobber snorted at me, "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." He's got a point there. Even though I can't see, my tribe has done nothing to help make life easier. Because of this, I got a lot of scars trying to figure out how to navigate the village alone. And that's not including any of my fighting a dragon attempts.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!" I pleaded to basically deaf ears.

"Please, Hiccup. You can't lift a hammer, swing an axe, or even throw one of these!" Gobber spoke firmly. There was a soft whistling sound followed by a Gronkles yelp, and then a loud crashing sound. Which means the 'these' Gobber speaks of is a bola. I love Gobber, I really do. He is like a second father to me. I just wish he stops forgetting my blindness every five minutes.

"Okay fine, but…" I spoke slowly as I backed up to my latest creation, ignoring Gobber's groan over the but, "… this will throw it for me." I then opened up my creation, only for the Mangler to backfire. The bola I loaded into it flew forward suddenly hitting by the sounds of things, Mr. Hofferson in the head.

Gobber spoke up, his voice firm and threatening, "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about…"

I interrupted him in a feeble attempt to defend myself, "Mild calibration issue."

Of course Gobber ignored me, "Hiccup, if you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all… this."

I frowned, "Gobber? Are you pointing or what?"

Apparently Gobber took that as I understood what 'this' is. See? Five minutes and he forgets about my blindness. "Yes! That's it!"

Deciding not to face plant, I resorted to my sarcasm, "Ohhhh….." "Ohhhh, yes." Did Gobber just mocked me? "You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw…." I quickly gestured to myself, "Vikingness contained? There will be consequences!"

Gobber snorted as he pulled something from a pile, "I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." Okay, he pulled out a sword, which by the whistling sound he just thrown at me! Why can't he remember my blindness!? Scrambling, I caught the flying weapon before it could impale me. I then took it over to the grind stone to sharpen.

You see, here, dragon killing is everything. There are many different types of dragons. I heard Deadly Nadders have sharp quills they can throw at you if you aren't careful. Claiming one of them will get me at least noticed. Gronkles can shot lava out of their mouths and I heard that they look like flying boulders, maybe one can get me a girlfriend? I heard Zipplebacks have two heads, I think that would be twice the status. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmares. They have a nasty habit of catching themselves on fire. Only the best, like my Dad, go after those.

My favorite dragon is the Night Fury. It never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. NO one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm gonna be the first. I was finishing up sharpening the sword when Gobber spoke up from the doorway,

"Man the fort, Hiccup! They need me out there!... Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." Oh! You mean be a good little blind Viking and not run off to help fight? Yea, not gonna happen. I listened to Gobber's weird battle cry as he charged into the fray. Once I couldn't hear him anymore, I grabbed my invention and charged outside pushing it.

"Hiccup, where are you going!?" the voice belonging to Ms. Ingerman shouted suddenly.

Mr. Thorston's voice spoke up next, "Come back here!" He was probably yelling at a dragon, or he was yelling at me. I decided to take the safe route.

"I know! Be right back!" I called out the half lie. I'll be back, after I nearly get myself killed. Once I was out of the town, and the fighting, I slowed down to a leisurely walk, and went up a step hill. Once at the top I setted up my bola thrower. Now, for something to shoot. I didn't wait long before a loud explosion to my left alerted me to a dragon's presence. By the sounds of things, a night fury! Excited, I pointed my weapon in the direction the explosion came from and pulled the trigger. I listened to a loud whack followed by a pained screech.

Feeling elated I threw my arms in the air and shouted, "Oh, I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" Smelling burnt fish behind me and turned around. Hot air blew into my face confirming that a Monstrous Nightmare was standing right there. "Except for you." I then did a very manly thing, I turned and run down the hill while screaming my head off.

Listening to the dragon chasing me, I heard it gathering gas into it's throat. That means if I don't dodge, I'm gonna be roasted alive. Not wanting that, I dodged what could have been a fatal blow. Now, where am I? Using my mental map, I figured I was near one of the light poles. Good, I can hide behind it. Diving behind the pole that feels like a giant wooden stick… which dragons catch on fire all the time… I need to rethink my life.

I turned to my left and intently listened for the monstrous nightmare. Not hearing anything, I turned to my right only to get a strong whiff of burnt fish. I thought I was a goner when a mountain of moving flesh knocked me to the ground behind him. The dragon made a weird coughing sound. Mmm, maybe dragons get sick too!

""You're all out." Dad's voice spoke in front of me. Okay, so Dad pushed me. I then listened to the sound of a hammer rapidly hitting a dragon's face. After ten hits, the dragon retreated, in time for the torch to fall down and roll away.

Knowing everyone was now staring at me, I did the most logical thing. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." And, I felt Dad starting to drag me away, "It's not like the last few times, Dad! I mean, I actually hit it. You guys were busy and I obvisly had a clear shot. It sounded like it went down by Raven's Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it…"

Of course Dad had to cut me off, " STOP! Just stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed."

I frowned at his usage of the word 'see'. "Um, Dad? But why did you asked if I can see you have bigger problems?"

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup. Why can't you just follow the simplest orders?" Dad demanded. Well, that didn't answer my question. Then again Dad is like Gobber, always forgetting that I'm blind.

"I can't stop myself. I hear a dragon and I have to just… kill it, ya know? It's who I am, Dad." I answered his question. It's probably not the answer the he wants, but it will work.

Dad sighed really loudly, "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." Okay, I know I'm blind and small, but that doesn't mean I can't help fight the dragons! "Get back to the house. Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."

Okay, so you a blaming me, your blind son, for the mess the dragons made? How is it my fault! Dragons been raiding us long before you were born! Also, if memory serves correctly, our house burned down during the raid… I heard Gobber limp up towards me. Sighing, I started the journey home. We were walking past the main water well when,

"Quite the performance." Uh, we just walked past Tuffnut by the sound of things. "I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" and my idiot cousin, how did that help?

"Thank you, thank you. I was trying so…" I trailed off of my sarcastic comeback when I heard Astrid's footsteps. I quickly hurried up the hill that used to hold my home. I turned to face Gobber sadly, "I really did hit one."

"Sure, Hiccup." Did Gobber just used sarcasm!? I can't believe he doesn't believe me! "He never listens…" I added only for Gobber to interrupt, "Well, it runs in the family." Wait what? Uh, I'll check that later, "And when he does, it's always with this… disappointed growl. Like someone skimped the meat on his sandwich." I then started doing my best imitation of Dad, "Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms and extra gut and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish bone."

Gobber sighed, before saying, "You're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside he can't stand." Wait, Dad the best dragon fighter doesn't want me, his son, to fight dragons? Why, it's not like I can't predict when they are going to try to flame me, because I can. Another thing to go back on.

"Thank you, for summing that up" I sarcastically replied back. Gobber spoke firmly, "Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not."

I sighed loudly, so I'm not a Viking? And my attempts to be one is driving Dad up the wall? Okay, new question, what am I? "I just want to be one of you guys." To prove that one's disability doesn't define them. I then headed straight into the house only to run out the backdoor. I need to prove to Dad that I am a Viking and not whatever he thinks I am. And I know just the dragon to help. Or should I say Night Fury?