Prologue

For once Hiccup was willingly to admit that everyone was right, he was not a Viking. He never was and never would be the Viking everyone expected him to be. He was different in every way, he saw and thought things differently. That's probably why when he shot down a Night Fury, the holy offspring of lightning and death itself, he couldn't kill it. Instead he grew curious over the creature and he named Toothless, who became his first and only best friend.

Even though he had Toothless and managed give back his ability to fly again, he couldn't continue walking around Berk acting like he belonged there. He knew it and Toothless knew it. It was hard enough that he was failing miserable in dragon training, trying with small hope to please his dad. The worst thing about it was when he was told out in public about how much of a screw-up and disappointment he was as a Viking. Astrid had told him off after she managed to save them both from the Deadly Nadder and said:

"Is this some kind of a joke to you? Our parents' war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on."

He already knew which side he was on, Astrid's words were only a clear reminder to his insecurity and confusion. However there was still a large part of him that was compassionate and caring towards his dad, Gobber and the rest of the village. He would still be betraying them even if he stayed, after all he went against every tradition they have ever known and he couldn't continue lying about what is his life.

That's why he was leaving the only place he had ever known, not for the sake of keeping his dragon a secret, but to keep the people he cared for safe and happy from everything he stood for. He owned them that, after all the trouble he had caused them over the years. He owned mostly to his dad and Gobber, who always seemed to try to protect him and forced to clean up his mess every time one of his inventions or he went against orders. Despite the fact that neither of them truly understood Hiccup with his ideas and ways, he knew they loved him deeply even if they didn't show it. But right now that love wasn't enough for him anymore.

That's why during the night when every one else was asleep Hiccup began packing up. He would only bring the most necessary things with him, food, water, his tool belt and notebook, sketches of Toothless and his prosthetic and his dagger. After he had cleaned up everything he left behind two notes, one for his dad and one for Gobber, at least giving them an idea of where he was and why he left, hoping that they wouldn't worry too much. Then he and Toothless left the isle of Berk into the dark night without even taking a glance back.

Stoick the Vast was on a ship, returning back to Berk after the terrible attempt of trying to find the dragons' nest. Both his pride and respect was slightly damaged from the incident, so he was hopeful that Gobber had been more successful with dragon training. He hoped nothing had happened to his son while he was away. Who was he kidding? Something always happens when Hiccup is involved. He knew his son didn't do screw things up intentionally, but Hiccup was difficult to understand even more to keep control over. Still he loved his son every much, despite not showing it visibly. After all he was the last treasure from his long lost wife, and he was not ready to lose him to dragons or anything else.

When the ship was reached the docks he knew something was wrong. Everyone that met up avoided looking at him, and they all had a sad face like someone had just died. Stoick didn't think too much of it, but when he saw that the saddest person on the docks were Gobber. He quickly began to worry. Meanwhile Gobber was staring down at his feet (or should he rather say foot plus an prosthetic foot), waiting to gather his courage to tell Stoick whatever new he had that was so horrible. Stoick jumped off the ship and walk over to Gobber. Gobber was still unwilling to tell what was going on, so Stoick took the first step and asked:

"Gobber, what going on? Is it Hiccup?"

The thought that it was something wrong with Hiccup, made Stoick worried. Had his son really died during dragon training as he had assumed he would?

"He's gone," Gobber mumbled quietly.

"What?" Stoick said baffled. "What do you mean gone?"

"He's gone Stoick, I don't know where the lad is. We have searched everywhere for him and found nothing," Gobber said exasperated. "The only thing I found was a letters, one for you and one for me."

Gobber handed me thin paper and I took it with fear of whatever was on it. I hoped to find a detailed letter with an explanation from Hiccup, something that was very typical with him, but when I began to read the letter I was saddened by its content:

Dad

I'm sorry. First of all I want to thank you and Gobber for always protect and care for me, and I hope that you will find a better heir than me to continue keeping the village safe. Please don't try to find me. But know one thing I didn't leave because I hate you or anyone else in the village.

Hiccup

For the second time in my life I felt like entire Midgard had fallen apart. My son. My sarcastic, stubborn and defiant son was gone. He left with no explanation and without telling anyone, why would he do something like this? The more I wondered the more I began to realize that I don't really know my son at all if he felt that he needed to leave Berk. Whatever the reason was I knew one thing. I would never get to see my boy again.

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So that's the prologue of a new story, and this is my first time writing a HTTYD story so I hope you like it. Please review, follow, favorite or whatever if you want me to continue this story. I will be busy writing on my other stories, but I will finish them.

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