A/N Welcome to my second story.

I still own nothing.

This isn't a documentary, its fiction, im sorry for any historical error i might make. if you know better, tell me, and i will fix it if i can.

My first story is still on going, so until i finish the other i wont promise any update schedule, i just needed to get the idea out of my head, though if theres a good response, i will be certain to finish it. it will be Hiccstrid (probably my only hiccstrid story, and im going to be a bit mean with snot/fish/twins). And i dont think i really need beta, but if anyone is interested in viewing the story beforehand while fixing mistakes and giving input on how the story should go (i have a base plot defined, but its changeable), please pm me. do keep in mind i dont know when i will update this story. The first person pov wont happen often, probably the first two chapters to introduce the characters and then small moments where i think it fits. next chapters should be longer, i just want to know if you are receptive to this story.

I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.


Chapter 1-Prologue

This is Brasil. It's twelve days North of hopeless and a few degrees South of burning to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My camp. In a word? Miserable. There's deadly animals everywhere, diseases spread like wildfire, and then there's the indians.

With all of this, why are we here, you might ask? Besides our stuberness issues, my wife would tell you the forest is beautiful, the natural wildlife is amazing, and the indians are just protecting their home, but we are here with one goal only: extract diamonds.

It's dusk when I hear the bell ring. I quickly grab my gun and run outside to see those devils atacking us again. Arrows and darts are flying from shadows in the trees and gunshots can be heard throughout the camp. I start firing as well. From the corner of my eye, I see as my wife tackles a indian to who got near her, to save him from being shot. We are halfway through the atack when I spot my wife again from the corner of my eye. When I notice what she is doing, I immediately run after her.

She followed an indian who had sneaked past up to the Hofferson's tent, where their little girl would be. The fact that she had a gun in hand gave me a small reassurance. Indians may have advantage hiding in the forest, but in the open field, a gun is superior to a bow or a dart. What troubles me is that I don't think she will shoot. Nothing could prepare me for what I see when I enter the tent though, my blood froze in my veins in that moment, as I see my wife is limp on the floor. I pick her up to put my ear to her chest. She is breathing, but I can sense it's slowing down. We have yet to find a cure to the poison those devils use, a stray tear falls down my face knowing she is going to die, and I feel my heart shatter in a milion pieces.

Knowing I can't do anything for her, and with a more urgent matter to take care off, I slowly put her down, to go look for the Hofferson baby... who is nowhere to be found. I hear something and I turn around to see my wife's body be dragued away by the same indian, who had a baby in his arms. He's almost black, even darker than the usual brown indians, and has piercing green eyes. I can't shoot for fear or hurting the baby, so I run to them, however, I quickly loose them in the thick forest. I try to gather a search party, but at night, through the treacherous trees, against lurking indians who are used to it, and with a destroyed camp, there's nothing I can do. Assessing the situation, we lost three man (including my wife) and my one-legged best friend got a dart to the hand, and had to amputate so that the venom didn't spread.

I find very small solace in the fact Hiccup was unhurt, specially when he reminds me so much of her... Not about diamonds anymore, I swear right then and there, I will avenge them, or isn't my name Stoick 'The Vast' Hadock.