I don't own any of the characters of HTTD, Dreamwork does.

"It all started in the sea"

Welcome to Berk, the sweetest Viking island you will find in the north, we love celebrations that include any type of alcohol and of course we love our almost eternal winter, in this winter paradise we have just on problem, the pests, or how we like to call them...the Dragons.

Yep, those fantasy creatures that rule the sky like to mess with us and steal our food, but well in this Viking island I would be amazed if something didn't tried to kill you.

My name is hiccup, and I am probably the less respected Viking that has ever lived( at least long enough to tell a tale), But that's something I'm about to change.


"You're leaving"

Hiccup ran out of his house as he heard the alarm, Dragons, this might be just his opportunity to prove himself, this might be the time he kills a dragon and earns a little bit of respect, but first, he had to attend some chores at the forge.

His work was simple, he just needed to open the forge and hand the weapons to whomever came for one, but he had always thought it was even too simple, even for "Hiccup the Useless", so he designed an automatic dispenser of mazes, swords, shields, and spears, everything a Viking needed during Raid, he just had to open the window and pull the lever.

When he was finally reaching the forge he saw the other teens, not much to say about Snotlout, the teens or Fishleg, but Astrid was a complete different story, she was almost perfect, she had everything a Viking would need, the only problem was that she was too focused on being the best to boder in enjoying the other things.

As Hiccup finishing his labor at the forge he heard the scream he was waiting for:

!NIGHTFURY! !EVERYONE TO THE GROUND!

This was it, he took his latest invention and the one he had more pride in, a net launcher, as he placed himself in an open space he kept asking for it to appear again, after some seconds there it was again, a nightfury, or at least what looked like one, he shoot without thinking it two times and hoped for the best, looks like Thor was not on his side this time, a complete failure the net was not even near touching the night fury.

With his first and only shot wasted Hiccup couldn't do much, so he decided to return to the forge, just to make sure everything was alright, at his return everything was going smooth he only re filled the maze and sword storages out of boredom during the rest of the raid.


The next morning Hiccup was getting ready for some sketches, he was thinking of a new tipe of trap, one which would cover a great part of the village and would cause no harm nor disturbance to the people, he was in the middle of his thinking that encountered Stoick the vast, his father and chief of Berk.

"Mornin' Dad"-Said Hiccup with a yet tired voice

"Mornin'"-Answered Stoick

His father was a man of few words, but when he wanted to say something it was easily seen in his face.

"What's the matter?"-Asked Hiccup not entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer

"You're leaving the island"-Said Stoick with a serious face

"What?"- Hiccup couldn't believed what he was hearing, yes, he was Hiccup the Useless, and yes he had messed it up a lot of times, but why send him away? Why now and not when he had messed it up?

"Don't Misunderstand me"- Stoick Said as confusion rose in his son's eyes-"you're leaving with Gobber and the other teens"-Stoick took a sip from his mug an continued-"You six will be training under Gobber's teaching"

This was bad, normally for a Viking leaving to train wouldn't change a lot from training at the village, but Hiccup was not your normal Viking, he was more of a fishbone if compared to one, the difference was that Hiccup had his brain and the forge which could help him overcome any strength problem, without the forge he was gonna have a real bad time

"When are we leaving?"- Asked Hiccup, this time completely sure didn't want to know the answer.

"Today, when the last light leaves the island" - Those where Stoick's last words of the conversation as he left the house, it was more than clear that he didn't had anything more to say.