First I want to say that this story will fallow the HTTYD story line but with the mix of several OCs. So how will that affect the story line, I don't know quite yet but please bear with me!

But keep in that the butterfly theory is in effect, meaning Hiccup might not be the one to kill the Red Death or even lose his foot or might lose something else.

But whatever happens I hope you will like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, which belongs to Pixar. I do however own the OCs you will see.

Now, please do sit back, relax and prepare for anything to happen.

You have been warned.

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This place is Berk; it's about two weeks north of hopeless and several degrees south of freezing to death and its location is directly in torture. Well that is if you aren't a Viking. The village, in a few words, sturdy and has been here for about seven generations; however every single building is new. From homes to the black smith to even their public bathing area, they all look no older than a few months. Local activates include fishing and hunting with a charming few of sunsets.

The only problem in this vacation resort island is the pests.

Now most places would have to deal with rats, mosquitoes, or even vultures. Berk, however, has…

"DRAGONS!" The shout came from outside, followed by a loud bang and a bright flaring light that could be seen by everyone in their homes.

Most people would leave; smart people would leave and never look back. But, well, the inhabitants are Vikings, as mentioned. Most aren't the brightest and almost every last one of them have an issue with stubbornness. And with losing, that's worse. However there are two people in the village who are different from the rest of them, and their names are…

"HICCUP, ROTSEN!" Stoick, the clan leader of the Vikings of Berk, shouted.

Two small teen agers ran out of separate houses. The one closest one was Hiccup who was 5ft and being 14 of age. He had moppy brown hair that nag just over his forest green eyes and half his ears. He had the average clothing for any Viking, that is if you weren't skinner than any normal Viking teen, which was a green tunic under a leather body warmer and brown leather pants with fur boots. Another thing that separated himself from the average Viking would be that he was heir to the name of chief for his clan.

Farthest away was Rotsen who was several inches over 5ft and was 16 of age. He had dark raven hair that, unlike Hiccup's, was long enough to cover one of his dark brown eyes. He had on his normal attire; a black tunic with long sleeves, dark brown leather pants and dark fur boots. He held onto his bamboo staff his father gave him when he was younger, before he disappeared.

When the two finally got to Stoick, who just finished barking other orders, and boy was he tense "Hiccup, get to the forge! Rotsen, act like the other teens and get those fires out! Now!"

The two scurried off, knowing better than too argue with the chief.

The minute Hiccup stepped into the forge he was assaulted with an arm full of broken shields, "There ye are lady, now start on those," Gobber, the Blacksmith of Berk and Hiccup's mentor, was limping around the forge happily Yelling at the occasional dragon that flew too close.

"Dip stick!" Snoutloud shouted as he handed Rotsen an empty bucket "Fill that up!"

Rotsen sighed as he ran with the empty bucket and his staff towards the small water supply in the middle of the village.

As he ran there he ran towards the forge, meeting Hiccup inside.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there and being a real Viking?" Hiccup joked as he was banging dents out of a shield.

You see the two Vikings have known each other for a few years now. They met when he and his mother came to Berk, looking for a new home when they were sent as outcasts from their own village. The two became quick friends.

"Since when am I Viking?" Rotsen half joked as he tossed a fixed shield to Gobber.

The blacksmith was use to Rotsen's appearances to the forge. So use to it that he gave him a part time job as Hiccups assistant and never bothered with him when he snuck to the forge during a dragon attack.

Gobber didn't pay attention to the boys after the toss. He instead suddenly took with a happy yell, swinging his club/hand around in the air like a mad man when a sharp whistle pierced the air.

"NIGHTFURY!" That had both the boys moving to the window just in time to see the large black figure against the moons glow, before the dragon turned and shot plasma bolts at the village.

The two boys looked at each other. Hiccup raised an eyebrow, asking his best friend a silent question. He returned with a wide eyed head shake. That was until they heard another plasma bolt, which the friend quickly shrugged, and nodded quickly. The two boys were now running out of the forge and heading for Hiccups newly invented machine.

"Hoist me up," Hiccup asked before Rotsen boosted his friend into the platform that held a giant looking crossbow.

"Don't think it's going to work…" Rotsen said negatively as he placed a net trap into the thing. He helped Hiccup make it and knew his friends aim wasn't the best.

"It will this time… it just has too."

Rotsen crossed his fingers as Hiccups aimed and fired, hitting its mark. The two looked in disbelief as they watched the Nightfury fall into the forest.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, excitement overcoming the two. Hiccup jumped down from the platform and started to cheer. Rotsen grabbed his friend into a headlock, giving him a noogie.

The two broke up when two large hands separated the two. The teens looked at Stoick in slight fear.

"Hey dad…" Hiccup trailed off with a slight smile.

"You were supposed to be in the forge, why are you out here?" Yep Stoick always had his priorities right when it came with his son. Some are you hurt? Did you get hit? But at times when he's furious he'll inquiry as to why he wasn't at the forge.

"And you," he turned to Rotsen, gripping at his staff tightly "You were supposed to douse the fire. How come I found both of you out here?"

"Well, you see…" Rotsen trailed off, looking for an excuse.

"We just wanted to capture the Nightfury," Hiccup blurted. He did have the most courage out of the two of them when it came to his father "and we did. It landed just,"

Stoick stopped his son with a disappointed sigh "Both of ye, get to the Great Hall."

The two nodded as the large man let them go. The two teens trailed down the path towards the Great Hall, ignoring the glares coming from a few of the other teens.

When the two were out of ear shot Hiccup spoke "We have to look for that Nightfury."

"But how? I mean, by sunrise it would have been long gone. Besides, we can't send a search party cause of your dad."

"You're right, but it's worth a shot."

The two opened the doors as Rotsen gave a sigh, shaking his head in defeat "One of these days you're gonna be wrong."

The two laughed, enjoying the little joke until a large figure walked into the Great Hall. The two quickly sat down at one of the tables, waiting for Stoick to reach them.

Stoick looked down to both his son and his son's friend, giving them both a disappointed look that only a father can give.

"Rotsen, why weren't you getting buckets of water?" Stoick asked slowly and calmly, gaining the teens attention.

"I was distracted…"

"By what…?'

"Wanting to lend a hand in the forge…" He slightly lied. He didn't want to help Hiccup with the repairs since he didn't really enjoy the teens, mostly Snoutlout in particular.

"And how come both of you weren't in the forge?"

"We wanted to capture the Nightfury with our," Hiccup was again cut off by his father.

"Honestly boys, why do you have to make it so hard? Can't you both be like the other kids and do what ye' supposed to do? Hiccup, would it kill you to stay in the forge and listen to Gobber? And Rotsen, I know your still knew to the working style of the village but your mother readjusted and so should you by now."

"Yes sir…" the two said in silence, not looking at the chief as they both walked out of the Great Hall, knowing the drill.

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"Where are we going?"

"To find that Nightfury!"

The two were walking through the forest, looking for any signs of the Nightfury they fired not long ago. The sun was hovering over the horizon, giving the two teens more than enough light to look for any signs.

After a while of looking Hiccup sat down on a rock, dangling his head in his hands, saying "Uggh, the gods must hate us. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not us. We manage to lose an entire Dragon?!"

"Uh… Hiccup…"

"Not now Rotsen, we are still at the bottom of the food,"

"No, look!" He grabbed his friend up from his rock and directed him to look at the Nightfury, tied down in ropes and letting out a soft growl.

"Whoa…"

His friend nodded in agreement. A dragon, with the blackest scales they had ever seen was wrapped up in the net of rope and metal they used for their contraption. The two approached the dragon cautiously when they realized an important thought.

"Hiccup," Rotsen whispered "this could be your chance, to actually be a somebody."

"Your right… but what about you?"

"My chance will come someday, but need it more than me."

Hiccup chuckled, wanting the small joke to calm him down. He knew he'll have to kill the dragon, that way he'll be favored by his father and not the runt of the village.

"I'll cover you if anything happens." Rotsen said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

Hiccup nodded, taking out his small but sharp knife and walked over to the dragon. Green/yellow eyes looked pathetically at Hiccup, and a soft whining started in the creature's throat before it close its eyes in a sort of resigned way.

"I'm going to cut your heart and give it to my father," The boy whispered and he stepped forward but the whine stopped him. The boy bit his lip. He didn't want to kill the dragon, and he knew his friend couldn't do it either. Neither of them wanted to kill. But they were Vikings. He kept whispering that under his breath and lifted the knife, hearing Rotsen gasp and could sense him looking away.

But he couldn't do it.

Instead he started to saw through the ropes quickly. His forest green eyes darting to Rotsen, asking for cover. He returned with a nod, keeping a look out now. The ropes fell away but before Hiccup could act the dragon pounced at him and held him down with a paw over his chest. Rotsen jumped down from the small hill he was standing on, ready to risk his life to save his friend.

He stopped in fear though as the Nightfury stared down at him with green/yellow slit eyes. The teen stared back, his knees shacking, not knowing what to do now.

The dragon then ignored him, knowing he wasn't going to be a threat anymore and looked back to Hiccup. It was shocking though as the Nightfury wasn't hurting either of them at all. The dragon seemed to be studying him. Green/yellow eyes watching him closely and guarded but not hateful or dangerous. The dragon reared back suddenly and Hiccup brought his left hand to cover his face. The Nightfury roared in his face loudly before turning sharply and crashing away from the teens quickly.

The two stood their shakily until Rotsen rushed over to his friend. He helped him stand but he was still shaking. The dragon had let them live. Hadn't hurt them at all. Both of their bodies were shacking so bad that neither of the boys could use each other to support themselves.

"H-hiccup," Rotsen said shakily "we gotta get out of here before someone finds us with the rope."

His friend nodded as he picked up his knife and the two ran off to the village, not seeing the green/yellow eyes that fallowed them in the shadows of the trees.

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