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First Brave/How To Train Your Dragon fanfic. Hope you all enjoy. Characters aren't written with accents because i don't want to murder anyone's language. Maybe in a latter fanfic of this I will. Until then. R&R!

Chapter 1

Welcome to Berk

This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. It snows nine months out of the year and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upside are the pets. While other places have ponies...or parrots...we have...dragons...

A group of young vikings walked along a narrow path and entered a large arena like structure with a large cage covering it. The arena used to be used for dragon training and killing, but has now been repurposed. Welcome to Hiccups Dragon Riding Training Academy. "Anyone know where Hiccup is?" A blond teen asked. She was roughly 17 and had metallic shoulder pads on either shoulder. She had a red shirt on that was tucked neatly into a skulled belt and skirt. Her name was Astrid Hofferson. One of the bravest and strongest Viking in Berk, and she was still only a teen. A tall blonde male spoke next.

"Can't we just take a break? We've been doing a lot of work already and I'm done." His shoulders slumped as he looked towards the others for support. He wore a fur vest that exposed a light green tunic. Both his arms were wrapped in a green wrapping that started at his wrists and stopped at his elbow. A dragon tooth hung from his neck and a double horned helmet rested on his head. Tuffnut Thorston was his name and he is one of the most mischievous and masochists persons you could ever meet. He was only rivaled by his twin sister for his knack for pain.

"Like what Tuff? You've been sitting and sleeping all day. We're the ones that have been working." A tall blonde said. Her name was Ruffnut Thorston, Tuffnuts sister, twin to be exact. She was taller then Astrid, but she slouched a lot so it didn't appear like it. She wore a greenish tan vest and skirt with a blue shirt. Like her twin, she had a dragon tooth around her neck and a double horned vikings helmet, though the horns were slightly longer than her brothers. If pain had a physical form, it would be the Thorston twins.

"My eyeballs get tired ok!" Tuffnut replied turning to face Ruffnut on his right.

"Why don't you make your name proud and TUFFen up?" Ruffnut replied rolling her eyes and softly chuckling at her own joke.

Tuffnut didn't get it though and looked at her with a confused expression. "I don't get it. What's Tuff have anything to do with tough?" He looked around at the others to see if they got it, which they did.

"Your an idiot you know that?"

"Eh. Runs in the family. How else do we explain your remark?"

"Why you..."

The Thorston twins could turn a simple sentence into a full on argument. Which usually escalated into a brawl that involved someone in the group to break up. Which was the case now as the pair rolled around on the floor kicking, punching, and biting. Which Tuffnut personally experienced as Ruffnut latched onto his arm with her teeth. Reacting on instinct, Tuffnut grabbed a handful of hair and began to pull, which only led Ruffnut to bite harder, which made Tuffnut pull harder, which...well I think you get the picture.

A medium sized boy by the name of Snotlout smirked at the pair, who were now standing, but still biting/grabbing each other. "My money's on Ruff." He spoke, leaning towards a heavy set viking by the name of Fishlegs.

Snotlout wore a dark furred vest with a tan shirt that exposed the top portion of his chest. He had a black belt on with a skull in the center representing the Jorgensen family crest. He had brown cuffs on that protected his wrists and forearms. Unlike the twins Snotlout had a single horned helmet on that curved in a loop near the helmet before presiding away from his head.

Fishlegs on the other hand was by far the largest, and tallest of the others. He wore a giant fur coat that covered his entire body and only exposed his legs and feet. On his head he had a helmet that was comparable to a grown man wearing a childs hat. The horns didn't even reach out past his shoulders and made it that much more comedic on him. Over the years though his pudgy features and stomach had become more toned and muscled and he looked like quite the viking.

Astrid stepped up to the twins from behind and grabbed them by the scruff of their shirts. "When are you two ever going to grow up?" She said pulling the two apart, but failing as the two clung tighter towards each other. Astrid sighed in annoyance before resorting to grabbing them by their hair and pulling very violently towards the ground. The twins yelled in pain and collapsed onto the ground, both forgetting the fight as they rubbed their heads. "I think she took a chunk of my hair out!" Ruffnut exclaimed as she examined her braided hair to find a nice length of hair missing. "Sorry that was me." Tuff said holding up a lock of his sisters hair. She grabbed the hair and punched her brother hard in the face sending him skidding to a stop in front of the other males of the group.

"Your sister has a mean punch Tuff." Fishlegs said looking at the dazed expression on the young man. "Ah, thats nothin'. She hits like a girl. Going to take a whole lot more to take this viking down." Tuff replied struggling to stand up and wobbling before falling back down, his helmet slanted so it covered one eye. "Well this GIRL just knocked your lights out." Ruffnut said swinging a fist at him to signal she'd be more than happy to turn his lights out again. "What?! It was a compliment! Viking women can beat up any man they could get their hands on!" Tuff said scrambling to his feet and hiding behind Fishlegs whose eyes widen at the realization that he was in the potential crossfire of the dispute. Fishlegs slowly side stepped away leaving Tuffnut to fend for himself if Ruff decided the beating he already got wasn't smirked and grinned mischievously at her brother. "And don't you forget it."

"Uh...guys...now that that dispute is over. Anyone know where Hiccup is? He's never late." Fishlegs asked looking around the arena for their comrade. "He's talking to his dad today for some 'special' mission." Snotlout said sitting down on the stone floor with his legs sprawled out. "And how do you know this?" Astrid said crossing her arms. "Easy. My dads suppose to attend this meeting with them. Gobbers going too. Have no idea why though." Snotlout replied casually, though a hint of jealousy was present in his voice. After the battle with the Red Death Hiccup has been given a lot more responsibility. Any incident involving a dragon would be discussed with Hiccup before action would be taken. Any mission that involved a new type of dragon or strange occurrences believed to be caused by dragons would be discussed between Hiccup, Stoick (the chief), Gobber (Stoick's oldest friend and head blacksmith), and Spitelout (Hiccups uncle and Snotlout's father). Today was one of those days, but something seemed off. His dad seemed a bit more stressed heading towards this meeting then any of the previous ones his attended.

Snotlout wasn't jealous that Hiccup attended this private meetings, what he WAS jealous though, was the little runt becoming a very important figure both in the village and to the other tribes. "Your jealous." Tuffnut said smiling a toothy smile. This automatically snapped Snotlout out of his trance. "I am not!" Snotlout yelled standing up and glaring angrily at Tuffnut. "Hey. Don't sweat it. If I was in your position I would be jealous too. I mean, you were sure to be the next Chief until Hiccup learned how to ride a dragon, a Night Fury at that. Theres no way you're going to be Chief with his reputation. Thats all that matters now. Riding dragons. The better the rider the more respect. And lets be honest, you and..." Tuffnut chucked at this, "Snotface aren't really in the race for best riders." Ruffnut also chuckled at this and smiled. "Can't believe you named him that." Astrid closed her eyes and shook her head, also stifling a laugh. "Worst name ever, no wonder the poor guy burns and abuses you when he can." Fishlegs eyes brightened at the thought of this. "Never occurred to me that a name could determine behavior. I wonder if dragons are smart enough to base their emotions off names." He pulled out a notebook and began writing something down.

"Ugh! I renamed him to Hookfang guys! We went over this! And what you talking about not being the best riders?!" Snotlout yelled, his face darkened from anger. "You two fight more then me and Ruff." Tuffnut said chuckling and pointing towards his sister. "And thats saying ALOT." Snotlout huffed in irritation. "Fine! If the runt decides to show up then come and get me!" And with that, Snotlout stormed out of the arena. Tuffnut watched as Snotlout stormed out before looking back at the group. "What I say?" Astrid rolled her eyes and began walking towards the exit. "Come on. We'll check the mead hall to see if he's there. If so we'll wait till he gets out."

"And if not?" Fishlegs asked raising his hand up slightly signifying he was asking a question. "Then we'll board our dragons and look for him." Astrid said not even giving a second glance towards them. The others watched her for awhile before they scampered off to catch up to her.

Four vikings sat around a large table inside the mead hall. On Top of the table laid a map of the known world to the vikings (which is surprisingly a lot). Most of Europe was drawn out and a nice chunk of greenland was also drawn. The rest of the map was blank and riddled with drawings of mythical animals that were said to roam the edges of the world. A large man huffed in irritation. He wore a grey tunic that had no sleeves with a leather belt that had iron bolts all along it. A large fur pelt draped from his shoulders down his back; on top of the fur were two iron discs, one on each shoulder, that were engraved with the Jorgensen family crest. His name was Spitelout Jorgenson and by his facial expression, he was definitely not in a good mood.

Standing next to him was a massive viking with his right hand replaced with a mug. His left foot was also gone. He had a blond braided beard that stopped at his stomach. He wore a tan shirt and a pair of brown pants that was a size too small. His face and hands were calloused from the years of working in a forge. A large helmet sat on his head that had horns that went a good foot straight up into the air. He was the tribes blacksmith and Stoicks oldest friend, Gobber.

Standing next to him was a the largest viking of the group.. His stunning red beard set him apart from any other. He was Stoick the vast, Chief of the Hairy Hooligans. He wore a turquoise tunic and had a large fur pelt draped from his shoulders that signified he was the Chief. A riveted leather belt wrapped around his torso with an inscription of a dragon on it. Dangling from the belt were iron plated chain mail that stopped at his knees in a repeating triangle pattern around his body. On both arms he wore riveted leather cuffs that started at his wrist and ended as he elbow. The man was absolutely huge and poised as a serious threat to anyone who crossed paths with him. His tree trunk like arms rested on the table. He examined the map carefully before looking over to the viking on his right.

He was skinny but well toned and covered in leather armor from head to toe. On either shoulder he had black armor they dubbed "Dragon Skin". He had a chest piece made of the same black material that stopped at the end of his ribcage. His right Shoulder pad was thicker and had red paint on it resembling a fanged mouth.. A strap that came across his chest had the Hairy Hooligan crest inscribed on it showing all to the world he was a Hairy Hooligan, a viking. A helmet sat next to him that was black like the rest of his armor. Small spikes came out of his helmet and moved backwards giving it a more 'demonic' look. The entire outfit looked quite intimidating. Though most thought the metal leg he had gave him a handicap; instead the metal leg has proven its worth and has been customized to become a 'swiss army knife'. The vikings name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the first dragon rider. He had grown up much from his encounter with the Red Death and was now shaping up to fit the role of a true Viking, yet in his own way.

Hiccup had been given the task of ensuring dragon cooperation with Berks everyday life and since things have been running smooth at Berk he has had the opportunity to help other tribes. Hiccup now acted as a dragon 'expert' that traveled to nearby tribes to solve their dragon problem. He never taught them the secrets to ride though, for fear of a dragon war being blamed on Berk. Dragon riding was a closely guarded secret of Berk. He would teach them what to do and even started up a few dragon training schools to teach the dangers of dragons. Messages of help were common and Hiccup would regularly make trips to other Viking clans. This latest message was nothing but regular and had caused a heated debate over the issue.

"I don't like it Stoick. They have never asked for our help before, hell, I didn't even know dragons lived that far!" Spitelout said eyeing the map angrily.

"I know your concern and I agree with ya. But this is the fifth message this month and their saying the attacks are growing more and more frequent." Stoick said rubbing his temple. "And we've already told them everything we can without actually being there. Our last option is to send Hiccup there and figure out what's causing these attacks."

"But Stoick! We've been at war with them for YEARS! Only in the last decade have we finally found peace! What if they try to kidnap Hiccup and use him as ransom, hm?"

"Spitelout. Do I need to remind you it was their current King and me that finally managed to settle the war? I doubt he'll want to start another. And Hiccup won't be alone this time. I think Fishlegs should accompany him." At this Hiccups eyes widen and he looked over at his dad. "You sure dad?" Hiccup said looking back towards the map. "Aye I'm sure. It's the best thing to do. You've never been this far from home and if they do have a dragon problem Fishlegs could prove to be very valuable, unless you'd prefer Astrid to accompany you instead?" Stoick said glancing at Hiccup with a knowing smirk on his face. Hiccup instantly lost his composure and turned a shade of pink. "Uh...n-no." Hiccups voice cracked. "Fishlegs is a perfect candidate." He finished, his voice returning to normal. Astrid and Hiccup have been dating for awhile now and pretty soon it was to be expected of them to...well...take the next step. Any mention of...THAT...and Hiccup turned back into a stuttering fishbone."When do we leave?"

Stoick chuckled and patted his son on the back. "You leave in a few hours to inform them that another rider will be there shortly. Both of ya can't show up at the same time now. Bad enough you'll be showing up unannounced as is. Fishlegs will arrive in a week. Should give them plenty of time to adapt to Toothless." Stoick said. At the mention of his name, a large black dragon jumped down from a perch. Yellow-green eyes stared at them as the dragon sat next to Hiccup and nudged him for attention. One of his tail fins were replaced by a man made one that had a few wires that led towards a saddle and connected to a stirrup that controlled the fin. A closer inspection revealed a bluish tint to his scales and natural curiosity in his eyes. Hiccup smiled and scratched his head, getting a soft purr from the dragon.

"Aye. Can't have them be prepared for ya if they are planning an ambush." Gobber said smirking, imagining the surprised faces on them when they see Hiccup show up out of the blue. "Well that settles that. Go on Hiccup. Meet me at the docks when you're ready to leave." Stoick said nudging his son along. "Come on Toothless. We gotta get ready for our trip." And with that, the pair bolted out of the hall, having a little race to see who could get to their house first.

"And if not?" Spitelout said, still having an angry expression on his face. Stoick turned and looked at him. "If not what?" Gobber said, also having turned to look at the viking.

"If there are no dragon attacks. If this is all an elaborate setup to capture our best ridder." Stoick eyed him for what seemed like hours before turning back at the map. "Then we'll teach them what a dragon attack is like. Scotland would burn for their treachery." Spitelout grinned at this before giving him a nod of approval.