Me- I've decided I freaking love HTTYD. Combine that with my wondering about the future about various places, and you get this monstrosity. I also did something like this for another movie, but I shan't be putting that up. (If you want to know, just ask.) Please note: This is not a deathfic. I love Hiccup too much for that. Alright, here goes, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD or its characters. Heck, I barley own the characters I'm using in this fic! This is your final warning.

This is Berk?

Haddock Haralson was a very ordinary boy with a face nobody really remembered. He had a mop of hair that was brown, but sometimes leaned towards red if the lighting was good, dark green eyes and a spattering of freckles across his face. He was usually seen wearing a simple long-sleeved green shirt, tan belt, brown pants, brown boots and a brown kind of bulky vest that attempted to hide how skinny he really was. His mother died when he was a baby, so he didn't remember her and his dad wasn't the greatest listener. Haddock knew he meant well, but it just didn't come off that way. Maybe if he said yes to this one thing… Haddock slid a piece of paper across the table at his father, gnawing on a leftover turkey leg. His father was a large man with a face you'd never forget, and the beard to match. "What's this, then?" He asked, picking up the paper with his free hand.

Haddock scooted around the table; he wanted to be as close to his room in case he went off on a tangent of some sort. "Um, well, Dad… We're studying, erm… Scotland in History, and, um... well, that's the permission slip to go. To Scotland. On Friday. For the week…"

He braced himself for the yelling, he was to young, it was too far away, he needed to be kept an eye on at all times. It never came.

"Absolutely." Haddock blinked.

"Beg pardon?"

"Son, I've seen your homework, you're talkin' about Vikings in class aren't you?" His fathers' eyes shone a hint of excitement.

"Yes…?" Haddock nodded cautiously.

"Son, some of your ancestors were Vikings! She scours of the seas! Of course you can go! Who am I to stop you from learning about your heritage?" He gave him a rousing punch on the shoulder.

Haddock almost fell backward, rubbing his shoulder. He laughed nervously as his father signed the papers. He knew his ancestors were Vikings, he knew he was given their original last name as a first name, but he just wanted to get away for a while. This had been the first time his father looked at him like that. Usually, it was just a disappointed scowl like… like…

"Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. 'Excuse me, Barmaid! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! Ah ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side! This here- this is a walkin' fishbone!'"

Haddock paused mid-stride. Where had that come from? Wherever it had come from, it was pretty close. He headed up to his room to begin packing things he knew he didn't need, first up was a "rune-to-English" book his teacher, whom they all called Mr. Gob because of his tendency to go into long-winded rants, had given everyone. He stowed away a few other provisions, a flashlight, a Swiss army knife he never used, a camera and his journal. He had been researching his ancestors and tucked a few pages he printed off online into the book. He tossed in a few pens. Nothing else to pack but clothes and toothpaste. Mr. Gob, who was going to be the chaperone for the small group that was coming, had explained what was to happen.

They would drive down to the airport early in the morning, and then when they got to Scotland, they'd hop a boat and it would take them to the island they'd be staying at. Some rock in the middle of nowhere called Berk. Nobody had lived there for a few centuries, the Vikings had all either died, or come to the New World, but nobody knew for certain.

Haddock lay down on his bed next to his duffle, trying to picture the island. Mr. Gob, who spoke with a Scottish accent himself, had shown them pictures of the place, there were many homes that looked like the children of a teepee and a log cabin, statues that once were lit like light houses, a massive forest and a huge mountain. And rocks, lets not forget the rocks. Haddock chuckled lightly to himself, remembering the look on Rachel Nelson's face. "We'll be stuck on that tiny excuse for an island for seven whole days?" She had cried out in dismay.

"Yeah, who would want to spend a week on a cramped island with her?" Her twin brother, Travis had asked.

Thus began the throwing of various school supplies, which poor Fred Lewis was stuck in the middle of. Completely oblivious to the chaos behind him, Sam Larson had started to brag, a talent he adhered to with admirable gusto. "Yeah, well, the second I set foot on that island, the whole place is gonna tremble in fear. My dad takes me camping all the time; I bet I'd survive for months in that place!"

During this little monologue, he had been casting glances at Amanda. Amanda Pike was sometimes known as Amanda Spike for her sharp tongue and sharper mind; she studied hard but was one of those girls even a meathead like Sam would bend over backwards for. Haddock was, admittedly, one of those guys. Of course, she had no interest in guys, just an interest in "being the best". At what? Everything, most likely.

Haddock sighed and glanced at his clock. Nearly seven. He passed a few more minutes stowing a weeks worth of clothes into his duffle, plus a few extras. He figured he might as well sleep now; he had to get up ad four anyway. He kicked off his boots and threw off his vest and flopped down on his bed, not bothering to change clothes. Soon sleep overtook him and he was out like a light.

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"This is Berk. It's a few days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word: Sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have hunting, fishing and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, while most places have mice, or mosquitoes… we have-"

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Haddock woke with a start. His alarm bleeping at him. Four in the morning, time to go. He grabbed his stuff, shoved his feet into his boots, threw on his vest, ran a hand through his hair and took off. School was within walking distance, but he had to hustle, he usually walked from, not to. Soon, the huge brick building was in sight, a yellow bus in the front. He threw his luggage in with the rest once he got there, attempting to catch his breath. "Nice ah you ta join tha party!" Mr. Gob chuckled once he spotted the boy. Haddock handed him his form. Mr. Gob had been friends with his father since birth, practically, so he was kind to Haddock. They both stepped into the bus, Mr. Gob's knee creaking, an issue he'd had for a while. Haddock counted heads. The twins, Rachel and Trent, Fred, Sam and Amanda, who thought it would be good for collage resumes. The bus driver came in from loading their luggage and closed the doors. Mr. Gob sat down and said "Let's ge' started!" and the bus lurched forward.

Haddock had chosen a seat near the back. It offered him some quiet; well as quiet as you could get on a bus occupied by the twins, and let his mind wander. It eventually drifted over to the dream he had last night. He couldn't remember the visual, but recalled someone talking… it sounded like his own voice, but how would he know anything about Berk like that? He shrugged it off and allowed his mind to wander elsewhere. It would be a long trip to the airport.

Me: You know I'm exited about a fan fic when I type it all in one go and make multiple spelling errors. I've decided that they all live in Wisconsin (Like myself) because I once quoted the first "This is Berk" speech, and a friend of mine, who was sitting nearby said "Wisconsin?" Laughs all around. For those of you who don't understand the names, just pair up the characters with those in the movie with the same first initial. I'll try to continue this one; I'm famous for being slow with fics, R&R please!