So hello. This is the first chapter, I know its not the greatest but it's just to set the scene it will get better. I needed to set the scene but in the next few chapters things will change...

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"This… is Berk. Its twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem is the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have…"

A young gangly boy, with brown hair opened the front door, looking outside, only to slam the door immediately to avoid the oncoming flames.

"…Dragons"

I opened the door again and ran. I had to duck and weave around the fighting villagers, trying to avoid flames and axes alike.

"My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanour wouldn't do that. And yes I know what your thinking… did my parents hate me or something? Possibly, It's actually a tradition in old Viking tradition to call the littlest kid hiccup."

"Arggghhhhh!" screamed one of the Vikings, running like a mad man towards the dragon "Mornin'" the man screams in Hiccups face in passing

"Meet the neighbours. Hoark the Haggard…"

"What are you doing out?!" Hoark yelled angrily at Hiccup

"…Burnthair the broad…"

"Get inside!" Burnthair yelled at Hiccup

"…Phlegma the fierce…"

"Get back inside!" Phlegma yelled whilst trying to get her axe out of a burning cart.

I kept running, trying to dodge all the oncoming attacks. Suddenly a dragon cornered me stalking towards me causing me to lose my footing landing on my ass. Thankfully someone saw what was going on and dragged me up. I looked up to see my saviour and cringed… father

"Hiccup?!" he said glaring at me

"What is he doing out again?!" he yelled glaring at the crowd of fighting Vikings. Suddenly he turned his glare on me and I cringed again to cower away from his gaze. "What are you doing out?! Get inside!" the flames lit up his scowling face and matted red beard. He placed me down releasing my collar, turning his gaze to the dark night sky.

"That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say when he was baby he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders. Do I believe it?" Just at that moment Stoick grabbed a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky. "Yes, yes I do"

A sudden explosion caused myself and many of the other villagers to duck, Stoick just stood tall brushing the flaming debris off his shoulder. "What have we got"

"Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare"

"Any Night furies?" he asked in his thick Scottish accent

"None so far" I could hear him sigh in relief as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Good. Hoist the torches!" all the villagers set to work raising massive torches up onto poles, lighting up the night sky… revealing so many different types of dragons circling up in the dark night sky.

I ran across the street ducking into a building. The building itself had a large open front with a hut at the back with a large chimney. I crossed the counter, where the peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a blacksmith was fixing the blade of an axe for an awaiting Viking.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." he said in his lazy drawl.

"Who me?" I said donning a leather apron and clearing Gobbers "Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this" I said striking a manly pose, I think…

"They need toothpicks, don't they?" he said laughing

Hiccup turned and began working on the various weapons laying around the forge for the steadily growing crowd of agitated Vikings. He carried the bent and chipped weapons, broken by the heated battle against the dragons, and replaced them with sharp ones.

"The meathead with the attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well… littler"

"We have to move to the lower defences. We'll counter-attack with the catapults." Stoick said ordering about the villagers.

Armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. Stoick follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafes the rooftops with napalm like fire. His gaze snaps up to the sky, following the dragon with such an intense look.

"See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses."

"FIRE!" one of the villagers came running into the centeral square, quickly a group of Vikings came charging through the plaza. The four teens tugging a large wooden wheelbarrow. From it, they fill buckets of water to douse the flames. One among them is a energetic Viking girl with blonde hair tied back into one large braid, her ears were her only imperfection. They were slightly too large for her head. Hiccup leans out of the stall to watch her.

"Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout.The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut.And..." he trailed off in a dreamy voice "Astrid" An explosion erupts behind her, framing her in a ball of fire creating a halo effect round her causing hiccup to sigh dreamily. The others join her, looking awesome and heroic.

"Their job is so much cooler."I tried to join them as they passed, but Gobber hooked me by my collar dragging me backwards and hoisted back inside.

"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." I said trying to reason with him

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." He said deadly serious

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." I said getting more and more desperate

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe..." he said as he grabbed a bola "... you can't even throw one of these." As if on que a Viking ran by us and grabbed it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronkle. The bola bound its legs, send it into a heavy crash.

"Okay fine, but..." I rushed to the back corner of the forge to my desk, I came back showing Gobber my newest creation… I brought out the wheelbarrow "... this will throw it for me." I said proudly as I opened the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber... and taking out a Viking at the counter.

" Arggh!" the Viking called causing me to cringe.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber said clearly annoyed

"Mild calibration issue." I said sheepishly whilst analysing the invention trying to fix the issue…

"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need

to stop all..."he paused to gesture at me causing me to raise an eyebrow in annoyance. "… This"

"But... you just pointed to all of me." I said confused and astonished.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you." He said excited

"Ohhhhh…" I said trying to sound threatening

"Ohhhh, Yes" he said imitating me

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw… Vikingness contained" I said gesturing towards myself "… There will be consequences!" I finished as Gobber tossed me a sword

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now" he demanded not even fazed by my best attempt to be intimidating! I begrudgingly took the sword and began grinding it on the wheel. One day I'll get out there, because killing a dragon is everything round here.