AN: Lately got obsessed in this movie. So awesome. First story in this category.

Disclaimer Mini-fic

Me: Say the disclaimer!

Hiccup: She doesn't own me and Berk cause she's not a goddess.

Me: Hey!

"I am so... leaving." The brown-haired teen glanced around the cove. "Let's pack up! Looks like you and me are going on a little vacation. Forever."

Hiccup packed food and some clothes with him. No way he was killing a dragon. Ever. Not even Thor can convince him.

He was leaving. He's not like Stoick the Vast. He's not even near to Hoark the Haggard. The only guy who seemed like an outcast in Berk like him was probably Mildew. Heck, even Mildew got a bit of praise. And he was freaking unpleasant.

Toothless stared at Hiccup as if to say, any idea that wouldn't get us killed? Of course, Hiccup haven't had a nice place to go.

"Toothless, you know my case. I will not ever,ever, not in a millennium, kill a dragon." The young boy sighed. "They'll never accept me for who I am. Might as well leave before I get banished by my own father. If I ever considered him as one."

Hiccup grabbed one tunic and tore it to pieces. He made Toothless burn a few patches of grass. He'd brought with him a ruined shield, just so everyone thinks he died fighting. With a sigh, he grasped his dagger and brought it up to his wrist. Toothless growled in protest.

"It's the only way. Better for them to think I'm dead rather than hope I'm coming back."

The dragon seemed to understand and let Hiccup cut his wrist. Hiccup let the blood pour onto the tunic and the shield. He tossed the tunic in the lake and the shield on the grass.

He climbed on his dragon and slowly ascended into the sky. Hiccup looked back and let the wind carry away his words.

"Goodbye, Berk. I'll be back. Probably."

LINE BREAK

Stoick the Vast had been looking for his son for ages.

"Where had that boy gone to?" He muttered under his breath. Stoick searched in the forge, the Mead Hall, even the arena! But not a single fishbone boy in sight.

"Gobber!" The chief walked up to the blonde viking hurriedly. "Have you seen Hiccup?"

The smith scratched his head. "I think I saw him heading for the woods. Muttering about banishment? I don't know."

Banishment? Now, why would Hiccup bother about that?

"Ah well, thank you Gobber."

"No problem."

Stoick ran off to the woods. He looked for him everywhere.

"HICCUP! SON!" He was already yelling. Oh Thor, where did Hiccup go?

Then he came upon a cove. It looks nice, but Hiccup wasn't there. Stoick noticed the burnt patches of grass. There was a shield on it.

Wait, a shield?

The shield was bloodied and the crimson fluid still looked fresh, like the guy who had this was recently killed. An uneasy feeling filled in his gut. No. No. Hiccup is not dead.

There's a possibility, a voice in his head whispered. He shook those thoughts away. Stoick studied his surroundings. The killer might still be there.

When he was sure there was no one with him, he walked around and decided to take a drink as he was tired of finding Hiccup. He was sure the boy was fine. Besides, he bested dragons! He smiled at the thought of Hiccup being a Viking at last.

Stoick knelt at the lake to drink, when he saw the water was kind of red. He stopped and looked. Then he came upon a tunic. The tunic was ripped and torn and stained crimson. It looked like the owner had been mauled by some animal; a dragon, perhaps?

He studied the cloth. The tunic wasn't very big, so the owner must've been a young boy. The owner was obviously scrawny as the tunic could only fit Hiccup or maybe Tuffnut.

Realization dawned to him. There weren't many teens in Berk. The tunic could belong to Hiccup and Tuffnut. No, he refused to believe this was Hiccup's. If possible, he wished it was Tuffnut's.

But he knew in his gut, Tuffnut never went to the woods. It was Hiccup who loved hours of solitude. He decided to take back the bloody items to the village. Then he will solve the case with the others.

LINE BREAK

"People! There had been murder in the woods!"

Stoick's words surprised Astrid. As far as she knew, everyone got along in Berk, so the chances of killing each other wasn't very high.

"What happened?" Spitelout asked.

Stoick held up a bloody tunic and a shield. "The tunic could only fit a scrawny boy. The victims are probably Tuffnut or... Hiccup."

"Tuffnut's here!" Ruffnut yelled.

The mighty chief suddenly faltered." Which means..."

Everyone was suddenly quiet. Astrid realized it with a horrified look. Hiccup can't be...

Stoick dropped the tunic and sobbed. Yes, THE Stoick the Vast is crying. Then he straightened.

"I want every dragon here in Berk dead. They will pay for what they've done to my son!"

He stormed out of the Mead Hall sobbing again.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III... is dead.