This is basically an AU where our beloved Hiccup is taken from Berk when he was 5 years old, by the legendary Night Fury, and returns nine years later and refuses to tell his story of how he came back. This is set a year after he returns and at the beginning of dragon training.
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No ones POV
No one knew his secret, and it will stay that way as long as he can keep it. He was a runt, not fit of being the chiefs son. When he returned he refused to tell anyone about how he got back from the clutches of the Night Fury, and ignored questions on "Did it try to eat you?" or "Did you kill it?" and just walked home with his Dad, flopped onto his bed, which luckly had been replaced with a bigger one so he could actually fit on it, and fell asleep even though the sun was still high in the sky.
Timeskip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hiccups POV
It's been officially a year since I had returned, and I had just made it inside my house, hoping that Dad had gone to bed and was asleep, but no such luck, he was sitting in a chair stoking the fireplace as if he had been waiting for me to come home. I tried to sneak up the stairs, but my sneak was terrible and a stair squeaked when I stepped on it. I winced, and heard father speak softly,
"Why are you home late again?" ah so he noticed? That's a first I thought bitterly.
"Why should I tell you? You never cared before now, so why care now?" I said with a hint of venom in my voice.
Hearing the venom in my voice, and knowing how stubborn I was with giving up information, he sighed defeatidly before stating the obvious,
"I need to tell you something, son." a bit of anger flashed in my eyes at the word son, but disappeared as quickly as it came.
"I've decided to give you your wish, and enrolled you into Dragon Training." He said with a small smile. My eyes widened. WHAT!? I asked that 10 years ago! How does he even remember that?!
"WHAT?! Dad I asked that ten years ago, I was innocent and wanted to prove my worth, but I've learned over the years, I CAN'T kill a dragon!" I said with wide eyes and frantic hand gestures.
"But you will!" He stated with happiness
"Okay, let me restate that, I WON'T KILL A DRAGON!" I screamed furiously.
"You'll need this," He said handing me an axe, which I held with ease. He seemed surprised I was still standing but he shook it off taking it as hard training.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!? I WON'T KILL A DRAGON!" I screeched! He had the nerve to hand me an axe he expected me to use to chop the head off of a dragons body like a cold blooded KILLER!?
"YOU ARE GOING TO DRAGON TRAINING AND THAT'S FINAL!" He bellowed. I stomped furiously up the stairs and slammed the door to my room shut with a load bang, cracking the wood with the force behind the slam. I flopped onto my bed and did something I never had done before. I started to train in my room. Usually I would go out into the woods and practice there, but it was the middle of the night and I had pent up anger and I didn't want to be killed by wolves, but in the state I was in, I would probably take them head on and win. I threw daggers at a target, a shield that I had on my wall, and when I was bored with that, I started shooting arrows at it. Most vikings when asked said it was a cowardly weapon, the bow and arrow, but I found it convenient. When your enemy was at a distance and had their back turned, you could shoot them in the back of the head and be done with it. After lots of training I decided to call it a day and to go to sleep. As I slipped into the darkness and warmth of sleep I thought one final thing, how will I keep my secret?
Yeah that was that... So like it? Hate it? Could use improvement? Please tell me in the reviews I will even except flames! Here is a Hershey kiss for all of you who took your time to read my fanfic! See ya next time and fly on dragons!~
