A.N. Hello everyone. This is my first fanfic so there might be a lot of mistakes, so I apoligize in advance. This is, as far as I've planned, not a Hiccstrid fanfic and therefore, will not flow like the movie. There will be key points from the story but this will not be like the movie. Also, I am not from a country that uses English as the mother tongue so there will be spelling and grammar mistakes. Please send reviews so I can improve this in the future.

update 10/03/2016- MODdenial is now my beta-reader. i truly, truly thank him for helping out in my story.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything.

10 years ago...

Hiccup's POV

It was a cliff top near the edge of the forest, two five-year olds, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and Astrid Hofferson were sitting against a large boulder, hand-in-hand, smiling contently.

"Hey Asty?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure...?" Astrid said, confused and excited about what kind of secret Hiccup had to tell. He cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered:

"You're my best friend in the whole wide world." He finished with a toothy grin. Astrid smiled, though slightly disappointed.

"That's not really a secret, Hic. You tell me that all the time." She chuckled. "I actually have an idea, though. Do you have a charcoal stick?"Astrid asked getting up from the bolder. Hiccup's face contorted with doubt.

"Why do you need a charcoal stick? You only draw stick people. I..." A tiny fist came in contact with the boy's upper arm at that comment.

"Ow! Why would you do that?" Hiccup pouted.

Astrid took Hiccup's charcoal stick nonetheless and drew the first rune of her name, pushed Hiccup away, and draw the first rune of his name on his rock.

"See? I told you I had an idea." Astrid gloated.

"I have a better idea. Come on! Catch me if you can!" Hiccup said while running towards the village.

"Hey, come back here! I'm going to tickle you to death when I catch you!" Astrid yelled behind Hiccup running off after him.

After few hours of chasing/trying to find Hiccup, Astrid came to the cliff top, quite mad at him for making her run around so much. When she got there, Hiccup was already there carving or trying to carve something on his rock.

"I told you, when I get my hands on you..." Astrid started, but was soon cut off by Hiccup's grinning face and a wide wave.

"Hey Asty, come here and look!"

Astrid then came around the boulder and saw that Hiccup was trying to carve the rune Astrid had written this morning. She was blown out of her mind but she acted it was not a big deal.

"Not bad, but you were still copying what I did."

"No way, this is totally different. You see, this is me and that is you. Now we get to see sunrises forever. I told you that my idea was better." Hiccup finished, sticking his tongue out.

"All right, it's pretty cool." She had no idea how much her friendship meant for him, other than Fishlegs Ingerman and heirs from other tribes, Astrid was the only friend Hiccup had and the closest to his heart.

Hiccup just sat with Astrid, carving runes for the rest of the day talking and playing with Astrid. When his father, Stoick the Vast, came to find him, he was finished carving and admired his handiwork.

"Son, it's getting dark. Time to go home, you too lass." Hiccup then waved for his father to show him his work.

"Hey Dad, come and see. This is me, and this is Astrid, see? Now we are going to watch the sun rise forever." Stoick then came around the boulder and saw the rune carved in rocks. Externally, he was stoic and rarely let his emotions show on his face, but on the inside, he was bursting with pride and happiness.

"Son, how did you know how to do that? Did you ask from Gobber before you took the chisel?"

Hiccup suddenly felt sad and unlike his father, wasn't capable of preventing his emotions from being shown on his face. At this, Stoick picked Hiccup with one hand and Astrid from the other.

"It's good work, Hiccup. C'mon, let's drop Astrid and visit Gobber and see if you can be his apprentice. You still have a few years before you learn how to fight."

Hiccup gave his father his toothy smile "Thanks, Dad".

He went to the village thinking he was the luckiest boy in the world. He had Astrid, his best friend, Fishlegs, who shared his curiosity, the Thorston twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who were fun to be around and Snotlout Jorgenson, who was nice to him though he was "big-headed" person, heirs from other tribes who came few times a year, and most of all, he had a father who loved and understand him.

Little did he know that this was not the beginning of a happy life, but the end of one.

This was the beginning of a life of a leader, a life no one had ever seen before and possibly a life no one will ever see again. A life born of rejection and loneliness, forged by misery, tempered with acceptance, forgiveness, friendship and trust. Most of all, a life held together by an unyielding will of steel. This was the beginning of a boy who learned how to fly. One who changed the world.