This is a new story that popped into my head! This is going to tell stories of Hiccup from age 8 to a little after the movie. Hiccup obviously had a terrible childhood considering Stoic said that ever since Hiccup could crawl he's been different. I thought these would be kind of funny and cute to think about. You really feel bad for Hiccup in the beginning of the movie when everyone is telling him to get inside and everything. But anyway. Please enjoy! :D

Chapter 1

Young Hiccup Haddock was probably the most hated kid in all of Berk. It seemed he was avoided all the time. He lived a very lonely childhood after his mother had passed away a few years ago. He was currently eight years old. And the fact he had really no friends at all and no one to talk to besides Gobber, who he worked for, didn't help his self-esteem much. Gobber looked after him when his dad couldn't, which was almost everyday. Stoic, his dad, stuck him with Gobber when he found out Hiccup could at least make items. That seemed to be the only talent he had.

Hiccup gazed out the window of his house, seeing the other Vikings his age playing with each other in the snow. Last time he only got rejected by them, he knew better than to go try to talk to them again. Maybe he could go to the shop. The boy looked over and saw the crowd of people around it, Gobber must've made something new. He shook his head. He'd only be getting in Gobber's way then. Young Hiccup sighed lying his head down in the window feeling the cold bite his face. That's when he heard the giggling of the other children.

"Look at him... he's too much of a wimp to even come outside." Snotlout teased.

Tuffnut elbowed his friend, "His dad probably wants to throw him to another island."

Fishlegs sighed, "Come on guys, lay off of him. He can hear you..."

"Yeah that's the whole point." Snotlout sneered.

Hiccup merely sighed once again and pulled out the sketch book his mother had given him. He set it on the windowsill and began drawing anything that could take his mind off the other children. He then heard the sounds of his father's footsteps stomping down the stairs. The young Viking dared to look up at the man.

"Morning Hiccup..." His father murmured.

"Uh, yeah. Morning." Hiccup closed the book and stared down at his hands twiddling his thumbs.

Stoic glanced up seeing the other children out the window, "Don't you want to go play with the other kids?"

Hiccup only continued watching his thumbs, "They don't like me. Last time I tried they told me 'no'. I'm not stupid enough to go try again."

"Nonsense, I can go talk to them."

The boy held his hands up immediately, "No, please don't. That'll only make things worse. Besides, no one wants to be seen with the weird kid who can't do anything right."

"Hiccup that's not-"

"Its okay, Dad. I'm just gonna go for a walk. I'll be back later." Hiccup stood from his place in front of the window, grabbing his sketch book and headed out the door.

Stoic sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. Just what was he going to do with that boy?

Hiccup walked passed the other kids, ignoring the faces they made at him. But suddenly he heard a "Hey Hiccup!" and it caused him to turn around with a skeptical gaze. But once the boy did he got a face full of snow. The impact sent the small boy flying down into the white powder on the ground. The other kids broke into laughter as they saw him fall.

Hiccup wiped the cold snow off his face and frowned, "That wasn't funny!"

"It looked pretty funny to me!" Snotlout shouted.

He felt a slight burning in his eyes. Why'd they always have to embarrass him like that? "Stop it! You're just a meanie!" He retorted sticking his tongue out at him.

"Well you're just a loser!" Snotlout shot back.

Hiccup huffed and stood up. He rubbed his arm as he began walking to his destination once again. He was stopped by one of the girls in front of him. He rolled his eyes, "What? Are you here to throw snow and make fun of me too?"

The young girl was Astrid Hofferson, "No. I'm sorry about what Snotlout did. It was really mean. Ruff and I told him not to." She punched his shoulder, "But don't tell anyone."

"Ow. Fine." Hiccup growled rubbing his shoulder where she had punched him.

"Good. But don't think you can just talk to me because I said sorry. You're still weird."

The boy rolled his eyes again, "Thanks. I'll take it as a complement."

Astrid crossed her arms, "Uh huh. Bye." And with that she stormed past him as if he were invisible.

Hiccup merely shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the rocky area he had headed for. At time he'd like to just sit there and stare at the water. It wasn't like he had anyone to talk to or anything, it seemed like sitting there thinking alone was the only thing the poor boy could do. He gazed down at the snow on the rock he was sitting on. He slowly began to draw in it with his finger. Why didn't anyone want to at least look at him? All he ever did was be himself. That might've been it though; no one liked him at all. No one liked him just because of the way he was. That wasn't fair. Hiccup sighed and kicked a rock into the water, "Nothing's ever fair."

He suddenly felt water dripping down his face, then realizing he hadn't brushed all the access snow off his head from Snotlout's attack. He quickly brushed it out of his hair and went back to drawing. "I just want someone to talk to..." He grumbled.

It had gotten dark in the hours Hiccup had been roaming around Berk. He had been out there all day. Jeez. How did time past that fast when you have nothing to do? He really needed some friends. It'd be best if Hiccup just had someone to talk to. Then he'd have no one to annoy. Hiccup's thoughts were interrupted by a loud roar and fire being blasted towards one of the houses. He jumped and gazed up to see dragons flying above his head. Oh no. A dragon attack! His dad would kill him for being outside! Ya know...if the dragons didn't eat him first. What made this worse was when a Gronckle eyed him immediately and charged towards him. Hiccup screeched and tripped backwards over a rock. The dragon snorted in his face and Hiccup's eyes burned with fear. The auburn haired boy new better than to make another noise as he crawled back slightly.

"Hiccup!" He heard his father shout to him.

Stoic launched himself at the dragon getting him away from his son. He held the beast down, "Hiccup, get inside, now."

"But Dad!"

"No buts, Hiccup, get inside where it's safe!" Stoic tossed the dragon backwards glaring at the boy.

Hiccup glanced down at his boots then back up to his father, "Yes sir." He ran to his home opening the door then slamming it shut. All Hiccup could do was watch out the window as some older teenagers and adult Vikings attacked the dragons full force. He had noticed the other parents shooing their kids into their homes quickly. "Why can't I do anything? I should've attacked the dragon or something. Then Dad would've started to like me." He groaned and slammed his forehead down on the windowsill.

The dragons seemed to leave as quickly as they came. Hiccup knew his was in for a mouthful from Stoic. He moved and sat in his bed with a sigh; waiting for what he knew was coming. Though he still jumped when he heard the door slam open and his father step into the house.

"What were you thinking out there?" Was the first thing out of his father's mouth.

Hiccup smiled, "Hey Dad, good to see you too."

"This isn't funny, Hiccup! That dragon would've killed you! All you did was sit there and have a staring competition with it!"

"I'm sorry, Dad! I didn't know what else to do! If I would've tried to attack it, it would've killed me sooner! My arms and legs are noodles, Dad! It wouldn't have done any good."

"Hiccup, listen to me, and listen well. You are not to be outside during any attacks, ever again. I also want no talking back about it either. Now, you are to stay in the shop or at the house at all times during an attack. You are also to report to the shop anytime Gobber may need you, alright?"

Hiccup swallowed any retort or sarcastic comeback he had in his throat, "Yes sir..."

Stoic nodded, "Good. Now it's late, go to sleep."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Yes, because I have so much to look forward to everyday of my life."

Stoic ignored his son's comment and walked upstairs. Hiccup curled into the blankets of his bed, staring at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Why was he like this? Why didn't anyone like him? Why couldn't he have at least one friend?

He sighed, "Why couldn't that dragon just blown me to bits?"