Okay, first drabble. Hope you guys enjoy it. I don't own HTTYD, I only own this story and any and all Oc's. Not sure what I'm gonna rate this as. I'm gonna rate it as T, but the chapters can very.

Title- Origins
Time- Take place when Alvis is thirteen-years-old (Though that isn't said in the story), so sometime after the story.
Summery- Who is Alvis? Where did he come from? What happened to his family and how did he end up on Draak for Hiccup to find?
Warning/s- Some swearing. Mother and child in danger. This chapter doesn't really need much warning.

Alvis didn't really remember his birth family. He was just a baby at the time. It was only natural. But ever since he found out he was adopted, Alvis couldn't help but wonder from time to time.
But it wouldn't be fair to say that he didn't remember anything. He did have a few moments, moments he almost never realized were distant memories, memories he mostly saw in his dreams.
He remembered his mother's hair. Unlike Alvis, with his auburn hair, his mother had long, thick blond hair that Alvis remembered that he used to twirl in his small hands when she held him close.
And he remembered his father, too. Just a little. He remembered grey eyes, deep grey eyes that studied their surroundings. There was no doubt in Alvis's mind that he got his curious nature from his birth father.
Alvis never told his parents about these memories. It's not that he didn't trust his adoptive parents. He really did and he loved them, too. But he was afraid that, if he did, those memories would fade away in his dreams and ultimately become nothing but illusions, then disappear into nothing. That wasn't something he wanted. Far from it.
But there was one thing in his dreams Alvis wouldn't mind fading away. Even if it did feel important, it made Alvis very much afraid. It had to do with his father finding him on Draak, all alone as a small baby. Once Alvis had found out he was adopted, Hiccup had told him the story (Personally, Alvis didn't understand why Hiccup didn't adopt him as a brother, as that would have made more sense to him, but it didn't matter), and told it a few other times. Alvis was absolutely positive that he knew at least some of the circumstances that lead up to that point, although he wished he didn't.
It appeared like the other memories. In his dreams. Nightmares, even. It was bad, scary, and for a long time, Alvis didn't understand it at all. But as he got older, he understood it to some extent.
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Due to being just a baby, it was all so vivid in his mind. But the dream always started at night, with fast movement, like someone was running, with him on their chest. Alvis always assumed that it was his mother, because the hold felt familiar. That hold usually made him feel safe. Which was good, because he was going to need all the safety he could get.
He remembered trees, branches in particular that scratched his mother's arms, but never touched him. He always heard panting. Then he heard yelling, the yelling of several men, voices, all of whom Alvis did not recognize. They were loud and dripping with evil. He felt very confused and scared.
Then, he felt falling. His mother protected him, but he felt his mother falling. When she hit the ground, she let him go for a split second, just to get up.
Then, he no longer felt her presence. She had released him entirely, and Alvis knew, he just knew that she did not leave him of her own free will.
Then he heard quick footsteps, followed by more yelling, followed by the founds of someone brushed the ground (Probably to cover any footprints), then... nothing. Whoever took is mother only wanted her, not him, because they left him.
Alvis had no idea how long he was there. It felt like hours, Hell if he knew. All he knew for sure was his mother was gone and no one he knew was coming for him. He cried forever. He was so scared.
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Alvis always woke up from this dream sweating and panting. When he was younger, he's wake up screaming. Then his parents would come in to see what the problem was.
Whether they asked or not, he never told them what the dream was about, no matter how much he wanted it to go away, He'd just cry into his mother's shoulder for a while, then go back to sleep. Though he knew that, one day, it would come back to haunt him. Though he didn't want it to.

The basic idea of this story is that Alvis has been having a reoccurring dream of what he believe to b a distant memory of his birth mother being chased by people with evil intentions. But they only want her, not him for some reason, so when she drops Alvis, they just leave him there. I had a different origin story at first. I'm not going to go into much detail, but Alvis did have a sister in it, and his village was destroyed, but I chose this instead because I didn't think I'd get the original to work.