Hey readers, so I'll first say thanks you for giving this fanfic a try. Now let's start off with this seems to be a new twist, one which I've not seen on here before. Now before I say anything else I will have to say (and will only say once) that I do not own HTTYD. I doubt I will need to point that out later, so unless I get in trouble, I'll omit it out cause it's implied.

Also, this is my first legitimate original fanfic, so I hope you like it.

So without further ado, I give you…Shifted Positions.

Prologue

A black figure streaked across the sky, black leather streaking high over the ocean below, with a young man strapped to his back. The young man was excited, for he may have finally perfected his small machine.

Hiccup, as he was known by his home, was a local apprentice for the village he called Berk, and more than that, he was now considered the pride of the village, who most in once called him 'Useless'. But not anymore, not after he befriended a dragon and took down the fiercest and ruthless enemy of the Vikings that even they could not face alone. The Red Death, an abomination of a dragon, was killed by him, as he made it pay for the crimes committed against both Viking and dragon alike, and in thus bringing peace between them.

Four years later, and with a Viking village packed with dragons and Vikings alike, he was now given the opportunities Viking before were never given, the freedom that few people were ever able to receive.

So what was the first thing Hiccup did? Well, being an inventive blacksmith apprentice, 'apprentice' barely withstanding, who loved risks, he obviously had to put himself in a good amount of danger. So the first thing he did was create a small contraption that allowed him to glide alongside his Night Fury and best friend, Toothless, who honestly, was very apprehensive after the countless failures of previous ideas incarnate. Though they both thought that as long as they were high enough to not hit the ground after dropping off anytime soon, they would be fine.

"Alright bud, another go won't hurt." As he patted the shadow dragon, who merely warbled uncomfortably, knowing full heartedly this probably won't end well.

"Here we go" he sighed happily as he prepped the latches and gears of Toothless' recently added self-gliding tail, that Toothless reluctantly agreed, and removed the straps holding him permanently on his dark friend. And he jumped.

As he fell a short distance, he opened the small, thin device on his back using a strap, releasing leathery wings strapped to his back, which held him rather well as he glided near Toothless…before he heard a loud clang and started twirling downwards towards an island that just recently appeared in the ocean.

"Ahhh, Toothleeeessss!"

As he glided down, he looked back to see a worried Toothless trying to dive down, his tail giving him difficulty to glide down, not built to handle diving properly yet. He eventually was diving with Hiccup to the side, attempting to bring him to his back and out of a dive, so they would both survive the impending crash landing. As Hiccup decided it was probably better to let this piece crash and he live so he released a safety latch he installed, after getting caught in previous less successful attempts, often in trees.

As he released the latch, he was moving closer to the new closest collection of wings he could find, and tried to jump onto his back.

As he reached his friends saddle, Hiccup unsuccessfully attempted to latch himself on and pulled the levers so his trusty stirrup pedals would work again. As he did so, he noticed how, due to the dragon's abuse of the tail because it couldn't dive, it was jammed, pedals barely influencing the prosthetic.

"Ah great, the gods just hate me don't they?" replying sarcastically to the multiple fails as they spun out of control down towards the collection of trees on the island below before Toothless knocked Hiccup slightly out of the saddle, threw himself around, and held on for his friend's life.

A large house on the inside, where a small kid was drawing up on the table near the back of the room before getting up, hearing the commotion going on outside, he quickly ran to the door to open it.

As he pulled back, he saw a Monstrous Nightmare roll its head towards him, seeing the open door, it prepared a blast at the boy sitting inside. But it instead hit the door as it closed, bursting the frame of the door into flames as the boy turned around, leaning against the door.

"Dragons." The boy replied as if it weren't already obvious to him.

He then opened the door and proceed to roll out, around the darkened village, which was then lit with many torches, as the village was being raided by all kinds of vicious dragons. The Vikings surround him fighting just as viciously as the 'beasts' that were invading the island.

But as he ventured further from the home he was nearly melted in, a large fireball struck nearby, knocking the small guy on his back.

"YAAAAARRRHH! Mornin!" as someone ran from the kid.

He got back up, dipping and dodging the attacking dragons.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Get Inside!"

"What are you doing out?!"

Then he was picked up by the back of his fur vest by a large burly man with a red beard strung from his face, hanging in braids.

"Hiccup?!" the large man scowled. "What is he doing ou-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" as he shoved Hiccup off to a place safer then where the large man was standing.

Hiccup, as he rolled from the momentum provided by the large man, ran, avoiding as many confrontations as possible, until he got to the blacksmith shop just a short distance away.

Inside the shop, fitting an apron on.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" the blond haired, half handed large man inside responded with.

"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all...this." as he tried to attempt a proud muscle flex with his bony arm after fixing a large hammer on the wall.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" he retorted, as he continued on the work in his hand at the moment.

At this time, Hiccup started working on heating up the furnace, as he placed bent weapons resting on top of the coals. The heat built until the weapons were glowing red and then Hiccup walked off to the edge, noting the burning building and a few passing teens with a large barrel and a few buckets. As they went by.

As they picked up the buckets and put out the smaller fires, Hiccup marveled at the jobs the other teens, staring specifically at the blonde girl in the center for the one second he had looking before they passed by. Then the large blonde brute inside the forge picked him up and swung him over.

"Oh, come on. Let me out, please? I need to make my mark."

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!" as the blonde man known as Gobber poked him in the shoulder with his recently equipped tong hand.

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

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!" as Gobber listed the objects in mind and on his right hand, then picked up a bola, which was then yanked out of his hand as a Viking threw it in the background.

"Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me" as he patted a large chunk of wood that immediately shoots up on the pat and throws a bola right at a Viking waiting outside the smithy.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about." As he gestured at the now open jumble of wood and metal that launched up.

"Mild calibration issue—"

"Don't you—no—Hiccup, if you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…this" gesturing to the scrawny boy.

"But you just pointed to all of me!"

The argument over Hiccup's purpose continued for another minute before he settled into simply sharpening a blade before Gobber decided he was needed and fitted an axe to this prosthetic

"Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there…" as he then turns for one more second. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean. AGHH" as he ran out to battle, leaving Hiccup in the center of the shop.

He then decided to pull out his contraption with the 'mild calibration issue' and proceeded to find a clear vantage point, preparing the machine for the perfect shot.

"Come on, Gimme something shoot at, gimme something to shoot at." As he searched for a target before he heard a banshee shriek right before a blue and orange fire raged on a nearby catapult. Taking quick aim, Hiccup fired, landing the hit on the target with a loud 'thwack' before he heard the beast he hit fall.

"Oh, I hit it! YES! I HIT IT! Did anybody see that?" as he did a quick celebration in back of his machine before a Monstrous Nightmare arrived behind him.

"Except for you" he drawled out sarcastically before he took off in a run, screaming, until he got to a wooden pole larger then him, and ran behind it, watching the flames surround him, but none touch him before they died down. He hid there until the large red bearded man that picked him up earlier smack the dragon away, right before the support Hiccup was hiding behind gave out to the flames, watching the bucket of fire above roll down, destroying a net, letting a few Deadly Nadders fly off with some sheep.

Staring down at the messy he was involved with.

"Sorry, dad."

As he watched the remaining Nadders leave he blurted out "Ok, but I hit a Night Fury." Before his dad picked him up by his collar and dragged him behind, his son insisting he actually hit the darkened beast he was aiming for.

"Let's get search party out there, before it—"

"STOP! Just…stop…" the large man said finally, complaining of Hiccup's tendency to damage the village while it was near winter and the village's need for food to which Hiccup sarcastically retorted "Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?"

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!"

A short argument continued for another moment before Hiccup's father sent him off to his house with Gobber, with a few teens nearby making some cracks at him.

As he reached his house, he started complaining about his father's inability to listen and his weak stature when Gobber decided to tell him that it's Hiccup's mind that's the issue. With Hiccup disappointed in Gobber's lack of regard, and attempting to go in his house, but holding for a second. As Gobber then states "Stop trying to be something you're not."

"I just want to be one of you guys." As he entered the house.

But instead of following his father's direction, Hiccup rushes towards the back of his house, shoving the door open and rushing towards the forest beyond.

Hours passed, near into the morning without Hiccup finding his prize, and searching through the forest, marking where he was in his notebook, before he the doubt sets in, combined with bits of anger.

"Oh, the gods hate me..." He pouted starting up a rock.

"Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!" as he slapped a branch, which then whipped back, slapping in the face, as he realized that something wasn't right about the look of this tree.

And then he realized, maybe this was it, maybe he finally found it.

Sorry for the possible awkwardness, if you looked at my profile you'll see 'Trust is Received' going on as well, and writing in third person after writing in first person is odd. Also, I'd like to ask if maybe this was too drawn out, I feel maybe I filled this up a bit much, but I wanted to start off with a good connection between them, and I feel this drawn out time was the only way to get it right. Also, I'm now writing two fanfics at once (and plan for more when I finish at least one of them, or at least slow down work majorly on one) so I might be a little less consistent with chapters.

Lastly, review if you get the chance, I'd like to know if you liked or dislike anything, and if you liked the story, a fav and follow would be nice if you could spare it.