Gothi (this will make sense when u read story)

K so this story was co-wrighted with the same wrighter from the real dragon trainer, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

All was quiet on the Isle of Berk as Terrible Terrors quietly hid in the treetops from the island of dragon killers. There was nothing outside, everyone was asleep and there was the sound of rain hitting the ground as a mark that there would be no raids for that night. Just as the final guard of the night finished his shift checking the village of Berk, a figure ran across the courtyard and out of the village, finding a small hill where they then proceeded to climb up a ladder while being followed by a black mass. The figure then walked into the hut at the top of the ladder checking one last time before shutting the door after the black mass had shrunk in size so it could fit into the hut. The open windows shut without anyone going near them, and the last flicker of candle light went out.

The next morning the Chief, Stoick the Vast gathered the elders of the tribe for a very important meeting in the great hall.

"Either we find them or they find us! One more search, until the ice sets in," bellowed Stoick the Vast.

"Those ships never come back!" Someone yelled from the crowd.

"Were vikings, it's an occupational hazard! Now, who's with me?" Stoick announced.

There was a murmur in the crowd, no one wanted to come.

"Ok, those who stay will look after Hiccup," he said. Suddenly at the mention of his son, the weakest youngster who was nothing but trouble, everyone's arm shot up into the air.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Stoick mumbled to himself. As everyone left the great hall Stoick the vast walked over to a man with only two living limbs.

"Right, I'll go pack my undies," the blonde man said as he moved his arm that was shaped as a cup that was made so it was a prosthetic and was attached to his arm.

"No I need you to stay and train some new recruits", stoick the vast said as he sat down next to his old time friend.

"Oh right and while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the store, molting steel, razor sharp weapons, what could possibly go wrong?" The man said with sarcasm in his voice.

"What am i going to do with him gobber",said gobber turned to look at his friend after putting his rock tooth back in his mouth after it fell into his mug.

"Put him in training with the others." Gobber advised.

"I'm serious, Gobber"

"So am I"

"He'd be dead before you let the first dragon out of the cage."

"Oh you dont no that"

"Oh yes I do, from the moment he could crawl he's been different...and now well just last night I caught him sneaking out of the house"

"Oh yeah, off to see someone special," Gobber said as he raised his eyebrows.

"If you mean a one hundred year old woman, then, yes," gobber's face paled and his mouth dropped open then closed, he repeated this 3 more times.

"If he likes older….um...ancient women then ok I guess", gobber said in confusion and shock.

"What no gobber what no….I mean I followed him to Gothi's...by thor why would...you know what never mind", Stoick stood up and walked towards the exit of the grand hall,"why was he there anyway", he asked himself.

"Well Gothi is his grandma, maybe he wanted to spend some time with her," Gobber yelled as he drunk the last of his drink and exited the grand hall with Stoick.

As Stoick walked into his house at the top of a small hill overlooking the village he noticed two things as he entered the front door;

fire was out

the fires out that means Hiccup didn't start the fire

"Hiccup, are you home?" Stoick walked up the stairs to Hiccup's room to find it dark and cold with no signs of life. Stoick walked back down stairs to the fire pit and started a fire waiting for his son to return home.

A few hours later, Hiccup opened the front door expecting his dad to be in bed asleep considering how late it was. But no instead he found his dad sitting in front of the fire wide awake. Hiccup closed the door as quietly as he could and walked silently up the stairs to get away from his dad.

"Son"

Not fast or quiet enough..

"Hey dad, um you're up late," Hiccup said.

"Where have you been, son?" Stoick turned around so he could look at his son. He could easily tell that his son was thinking of something to say to get him out of trouble.

"Ahh, well um…"

"You have to stop this, Hiccup. Leaving your room in the middle of the night, not coming home till midnight sometimes not coming home at all, I don't like it. There could be a dragon attack any minute!"

"I know dad, its just..."

"No, I don't think you do know, Hiccup." There was a long pause as both of them tried to calm down before one of them started a fight as what was normal in their household.

"Look, I think since you're walking around and leaving the house all the time that...Its time you start learning how to fight dragons." Stoick said a little bit surprised at Hiccups reply.

"Ah, you know we have a surplus of dragon fighting vikings but what about bread making vikings or small home repair vikings."

"This isn't a joke son, why can't you understand that?"

Stoick turned around to pick something up only to shove an axe in Hiccup's hands making him stumble.

"You will need this."

"Dad let me rephrase what I said before, I wont fight dragons!" This stopped Stoick from whatever he was going to say. Stoick turned around and eyed Hiccup.

"But you will fight dragons. No more of this," Stoick gestured to Hiccup's body pointing out his runt like figure.

"Are you not listening to me?"

"Is it a deal son"

Before Hiccup could reply with a no the back of his head felt prickly as though something was trying to push its way in.

Deal

"Deal." Hiccup said surprising himself as that was not what he wanted to say.

"Good. I'll be back, probably", Stoick grabbed his bag and walked out the door not hearing what his son said next.

"And I'll be here...maybe," as the door to the house closed shut Hiccup set the axe on the ground and walked over to the fire looking into the flames.

"Alright I know you're there...why did you make me agree to that? you know I love dragons and would never hurt one!"

As Hiccup finished his sentence a figure stepped out of the shadows and took form of the elder of the village Gothi, or as Hiccup knows her, grandma.

'because'

The word was whispered in his head.

"Thats not good enough! I'm just going to end up training them. Its what I do best, grandma."

'learn not to train them'

"Why?" Hiccup turned so he could look at his grandma to find her also looking into the flames. Hiccup got no answer from his grandma and sighed. Why did he have to learn the art from her? Why not his aunts or older cousins, they were much nicer and more understanding than Gothi.

"My power is control over night and mythical beings, dragons are mythical beings of the night, why on earth would I want to learn how to hurt them?" Hiccup asked with a little more anger in his voice.

'you are already a powerful young witch, who can train any dragon and creature...but just imagine how powerful you could be if you could train and kill dragons, you would be loved and feared...don't you want to be powerful like that?'

The words stung his brain and made him feel dizzy, he preferred talking via runes in the sand instead of this way, telepathy was not his strong point.

"I don't care about power. I only care about the dra…."

'And I don't care what you think, you were put in my care when your mother died all those years ago and therefore you shall listen to me, and I want you to learn dragon killing.'

"No, I have a right to say if I dont' want to do something…" Hiccup gasped as the fire leapt out of the pit and grabbed his wrist, burning it...but not too much.

'And I said I don't care, do we have a deal?'

Gothi looked at Hiccup, her eyes blazing with sparks of fire as though they were burning and turning into cinders. The fire made Hiccup cry out in pain.

"Deal! Now stop!" The fire crept back into the pit as Hiccup fell the ground cradling his arm crying out of pain.

'Good.'

Gothi walked back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

Dun dun dun hope you enjoy XD