Prologue

What you are reading now, is, unfortunately the product of boredom mixed with some httyd.
I've imagined an alternate story deviating from the first film, just as hiccup has finished toothless's prosthetic.
I'm a man ( or rather a boy ) of realism and detail, which means I will change some aspects of the story to make it more plausible ( mostly with the dragon flying ). Furthermore, I love the universe of httyd and I will do my best not to butcher it and to keep the the characters...Well... In character.

Rant over.


Hiccup opened his eyes

The first thing he saw was the slanted wooden ceiling of his room, and the early morning light seeping through the window.
He could hear the active village life outside, a Viking day starts early and the village was already active.

He sat up and swung his giddy legs over the side of his bed. he rubbed the gunk out of his eyes, and stared through his
hair that cascaded down his brow, over to his desk/workstation.

The desk was littered with papers, drawings and schematics of all sorts. More were pinned to the wall like leaves, depicting
machines for slicing, dicing, shooting or whacking, all the things Vikings love. In fact, almost all the machines he made were
to impress his father and fellow Vikings.

His stomach grumbled, dragging him back to reality. He got dressed, had a Viking breakfast which consisted of what Hiccup
supposed were the leftovers they've been having for a week along with some bread, put his boots on, and walked out the front door


The great wooden door to his house crashed behind him as the boy clumsily stumbled down the steps to his house in direction of the forge.
The village was bustling with life, and as the fish-bone-looking-boy staggered through the village plaza half awake. A familiar, yet unpleasant
voice met his ears.

"Hey Useless ! Looks like you slept in late this morning... did you wet the bed and have to replace the sheets ?"

"Good morning to you too..." Hiccup mumbled as he trudged away, quickening his pace and ignoring the snickers and mocking smiles shot at his back

Snotlout always greets him this way, backed up by the Twins and Astrid. Astrid was the worst, she rarely humiliates him compared to the others,
but when she does it hurts. Otherwise she just gives him this stare that's sharper than her axe and smiles every time Snotlout picks on him.

Hiccup got to the forge, and put his shoulder to the door and pried open the door. He can't open it otherwise.

The heat submerged him as he stepped in. In the centre of the room stood the hearth, blazing with life, and his one legged master, Gobber. Also blazing with life...

" Ah, Hiccup you're up ! " he said, not interrupting the hammering of a sword against an anvil with his hammer add-on fixed to his interchangeable
prosthetic." Ya' sure took ya' time te get here, eh lad ? Did ya' stay up late again last night or are ye just gettin' lazy ? "

" Uh... rough night...didn't sleep well..." Hiccup replied,still rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, not totally awake yet.

" Well, ye still have to work ! " Continued Gobber, throwing a sword into hiccup's weak arms, the boy buckled under the weight " Sword. Sharpen. Now. "

Hiccup sighed as he dragged the sword over to the grindstone and started sharpening, one hand on the hilt, the other on the flat of the blade. He hated
sharpening swords.

The thin boy was done soon enough, and dropped the sword with a clatter into the pile of weapons that lay by the door, before heading to his small room at the back of the forge.
He passed through the tattered cloth curtain and slumped down on his stool head resting on the desk in his arms.

He sighed.

The little refuge was a place for him to hide and invent without being disturbed, the only furniture was a desk, a stool and some shelves. Quite like his bedroom, the desk
was covered in designs and schematics, drawings of the greatest detail carelessly littered across the desk and pinned to the wall above.

Hiccup's feet hit something under his desk as he leaned back on his stool. He tilted his head, peering at the pile of equipment he spent the night working on. Soon...Soon we'll take to the skies my friend.
The boy had worked tirelessly on the contraption, a mechanical tail-fin for his crippled friend. And a saddle with a harness to keep him on, he planned on attaching the
extremity of the tail-fin to his left foot with some rope.

Seems simple enough...yank on the rope and the fin deploys. Easy peasy. He told himself

Soon enough he would know what it was to soar the skies and fly like the wind. Above the clouds. Above Berk, Away from berk


Well, I hope you enjoyed the tiny prologue that I wrote in less than an hour... I doubt you did.

Again, this is just me being bored and trying something out so don't expect much cus' I know I don't
I would love it if you review ! Although I would have to agree with you that I don't deserve you people dedicating some of
you're precious time to comment my pathetic excuse for a story, let alone read it !

Chap 1 in a couple of days...

Good day / night !