A.N: So, everyone I am back. Now I have a working computer but I lost all progress that I had made on the story 'The Dragonborn'. However, I will get back to it eventually. For now, you will have to put up with this new story that I am writing and it, (as you should have already noticed), will be called, um actually I haven't thought of a name, so if anyone can think of a name I would love to hear it. Anywho it will be an Alternate Universe (AU) set in a different place in the Archipelago with OC's as well but the canon characters will make an appearance as well. Also, to make it obvious I don't own HTTYD or any of its characters. I do however own most of the OCs. Any that I don't own I will give credit to them when their characters show up. One last thing please follow and favourite and reviews are much appreciated. Well before I give any main plot lines away I better get to the story.

One last thing 'Guest' (Solveig) your character will make an appearance in this story however several elements I have had to change for it to work so I hope that it is ok.

Italics – Dragon Speech

Normal – Normal Speech

Bold outside of AN – Voice Over

Dragon Island… (Third Person)…

"GO," boomed a voice from inside a volcano, "Bring me back my supper."

Then from out of the mountain flew a hoard of dragons and above them all there were two black shapes circling.

"Toothless the queen is extra hungry tonight so we will have to hit two targets at once," said one of the dark shapes.

"I will take half of them and hit 'Berk'. You take the other half and hit 'Fjellborg'," said the other dark shape whose name was Toothless.

"I will. Same goes for you," the first dark shape said whose name was Nightingale.

They then did a wing tap and flew off with their respective groups.

Neither of them knew that the events that would happen that night would set in motion a prophecy that would end the Dragon/Viking war and with it bring about peace to the Archipelago.

Third Person… (With Blair narrating)…

We start with an aerial view of an island on the south side of the island there was a village and a dock and the rest of the island was covered in mountains and forests. "This is Fjellborg. It's 8 days north of Hopeless and a dozen 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 four generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes, we have dragons." Then several of the buildings combust as dragons shoot at them commencing their raid. "Most people would leave. But not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues." Many Vikings start rushing out of their homes with their armour on and weapons at hand. "My name's Blair. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worst. Parents believe giving a child a manly name would make their children grow up big and strong. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."

In the Streets… (Blair's Point of View)…

I am running through the streets of my village seeing burning buildings and vikings fighting dragons. As I run towards where I am headed I get grabbed by the scruff of my shirt and get pulled behind a stone wall only mere seconds before a dragon strafes where I was standing with fire. I turn to see a large man with piercing blue eyes and brown hair, he had an axe in one hand and he was looking at me.

"That's Bjorn the Fell Handed, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do."

"What's he doing out. Get inside," Bjorn said as he pushed me towards the location I was heading anyways.

I vaulted over the counter and into the blacksmith and the smith said "Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." The blacksmith then went over to the forge to repair some weapons.

"Who me? Hah, come on! I'm way too fast and smart for them to catch me. I would run circles around them," I said.

"They need exercise, don't they?" Said the blacksmith.

"The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Vicktor. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, little-er."

Around dragons start shooting houses trying to find food. One by one houses start getting either blown up of razed to the ground. "See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses. Oh, and that's Ryan, David, the twins Frances and Jason, Jeremy, and... Liz. Aw, their job is so much cooler,"I think as Vicktor drags me back inside with his hook.

"Ah come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark," I complained.

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places," Vicktor said.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date," I said.

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these," Vicktor said as he picked up a bola. Another viking grabbed the bola from Vicktor's hand and threw it. It tangled around the wings of a Gronkle and down the Gronkle fell.

"Ok fine," I started as I walked towards a machine I had made, "but this will throw it for me." As I laid my hand on it the machine fell apart, "What I followed the diagram to the letter. What went wrong."

"You see this is what I am talking about. Blair, if you ever want to get out there and fight dragons, you need to stop all… this." He said as he gestured towards me.

"You just gestured to all of me," I said.

"Yes! That's it Stop being all of you," Vicktor said.

"Ohhhh," I said.

"Ohhhh, yes," Vicktor mimicked.

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw… vikingness contained. There will be consequences!" I say as Vicktor tosses me an axe.

"I'll take my chances. Axe. Sharpen. Now." Vicktor said.

"One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadderhead is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire." I see my father up on one of the catapult towers fighting off a Monstrous Nightmare. "But the ultimate prize is the one dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the..."

Then a loud screech could be heard and the Monstrous Nightmare that was fighting my father withdrew. "Nightfury," someone screamed, "GET DOWN!"

I watched the ball of purple plasma fly towards the catapult tower that my father was fighting on.

When the plasma blast hit it illuminated the area. The catapult was immediately taken out of action and I saw the silhouette of three vikings falling towards the harbour and then nothing as they disappeared past the edge of the cliff.

"This thing never steals food, never shows itself and... never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first."

Vicktor then swapped his hook hand for an axe hand and said, "Man the fort, Blair, they need me out there! Vicktor went to leave then paused and said, "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean."

I wanted to go out but with my contraption in pieces I had nothing to fight with so I decided to stay in the blacksmith and sharpened the weapons and after about 20 minutes I heard I screech and I looked up to the sky and saw a shadow falling to the ground. Yet when I looked around no one else had noticed the screech or the falling shadow. So, I decided to leave it be and investigate it later and for now just focus on sharpening the weapons.

4 hours later… (In the Great Hall)

"We have to find the Nest," said Bjorn, "If we destroy the nest then the dragons will leave. One more search before the ice sets in. Who is with me?"

No one raised their hands saying they had other things to do then my father said, "Those who stay will look after Blair."

Suddenly almost every hand in the room went up and I thought of it an insult. Everyone then proceeded to leave the hall and I saw Vicktor and my father talking I decided not to intervene and I remembered the shadow that I saw fall from the sky hours earlier and went into the forest to find out what it was.

1 hour later…

After wandering through the forest for an hour and finding nothing I am about to give up went I fall over a log and landed in an animal's footprint but it wasn't just any animals footprint. It was a dragon's footprint. I grabbed the small dagger that I kept under my coat and quietly followed the tracks. One thing that I noticed was that the tracks looked like none of the tracks that belonged to any of the dragons that I knew. So, I decided to proceed with extreme caution. I followed the tracks for what felt like hours and as I walked up over the ridge I saw a dragon so I threw myself to the ground and peeked over the ridge and what I saw astonished me. Right before my eyes was a Nightfury. A Nightfury. A bloody Nightfury. I ducked back down out of sight and rubbed my eyes and took another look and Loki wasn't playing tricks on me it was a Nightfury. I crouch-walked to a rock that was to my right and I hid behind it. I saw that it was looking the other way and I sneaked closer. I ended up right behind it and it still hadn't noticed me, so I jumped onto its back and it immediately threw me off. I heard it cry out in pain as it threw me off and as I hit the rock that I had been previously hiding behind and I thought why would a heartless creature cry out in pain. I got my answer when I looked up because I saw that the dragon's left wing was bent in a way that it shouldn't have for at least for what I knew. I looked up and saw that the Nightfury looked pissed. I knew I couldn't win and unlike other Vikings I only fight fairly and since the dragon was crippled to the point where it couldn't fly away pulled at my conscience. So, I dropped the dagger that was still in my hands and let it fall to the ground. I then kicked it out of my reach with my foot and placed my hands where the Nightfury could see then. What surprised me was that it didn't attack instead it just stared at me. It looked like it was thinking whether or not to kill me.

I took a step forward keeping my hands in its sight and it growled so I stopped moving and I wondered what was going to happen next. I saw it move to attack and I saw its ears perk up and the Nightfury seemed to calm down. I took another step forward and then another and the Nightfury remained silent and calm. I was wondering why it was doing this but before I knew it I was a meter and a half away from it. Not wanting to take another step closer I look away at the ground and extended my right hand. I also closed my eyes thinking that it would make a difference. I stayed like that for a minute before I felt a slightly moist set of scales rest in my hand. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see the Nightfury's face touching my hand. The Nightfury then tried flying off and I was left star struck over what had just happened. I then started walking back towards the village but little did I know was that I wasn't alone in the forest when I had found the Nightfury.

Fjell – Mountain
Borg – Castle, Fortified town

A.N:

Sarge: And there we have it the first chapter is done.

Blair: What the… How did I end up here wasn't I just rushing back to Australia to save my friends from a terrorist invasion?

Sarge: Ok this is going to be hard to explain but your soul spans across multiple dimensions, universes whatever you want to call them. You follow?

Blair: I guess.

Sarge: Good cause you will be going to a few more before I am through.

Blair: Fun.

Sarge: Anywho please follow, favourite and leave your opinions in reviews or PMs because it lets me know what you think of my story. Also, constructive criticism only please. Till next time Sgt Sniper Man101 out. o7