A/N: Welcome to this story, i hope you like it.

I dont own the story, i will say this only once, no point in repeating.

I would like to say this is my first story, and Im not english, so it might have some errors-ill be gratefull if you point them out in a nice way-i dont mind bad reviews, just be constructive, no hate.

I read many fanfictions about this movie, so its normal if somewhere feels like im copying-im trying my best to stay original, while at the same time remaining close to the movie universe. It will have some spoilers from both movies and series.

About the story itself (contains spoilers): its more like a combination of 2 storys, first will have a bit of Hiccstrid and it will include character deaths, but they will still show up later due to diferent timelines. the first part of this chapter is the "2nd story", while the last part of this chapter will be the one i will continue for about 8 more chapters). story will have happy ending, and it will be heathercup (romance will not be a huge part of the story though). It will have many cannon elements, but i will change how i see fit for my story. I will accept suggestions if i like them and i can fit in the story, but my decision obviously is final.

For those die-hard hiccstrid fans: this story is not for you. I wont villanise Astrid, but she is a viking, a hot-tempered one at that, and she will act as such.

About updates: it will depend mostly on the size of the chapter, i have the main plot planned, but not the details and how i will write it. i will try to update weekly, follows/favorites/reviews go a long way to speed up the updates though, the more people like the story, the more i like to write it.

Without more delay:

Chapter 1: Alternatives

A viking stood in front of a black dragon with piercing green eyes, the infamous nightfury. In most situations, the viking would charge at the "beast", and the nightfury, being a nightfury, would have no problem killing even the fiercest warrior.

But this was no ordinary situation. The viking was nothing but a small boy with auburn hair and intelligent green eyes. Now, this information doesn't look much better for the viking, but truth be told, what the boy lacked in muscle (not that he didn't have any, after working for so long in a forge), he had in brains. And that meant that the said boy had invented a bola-launcher that had downed the dragon none had even seen before.

"I'm going to kill you dragon. Then, I'm going to cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a viking. A viking!"

However, we already established that this isn't a ordinary situation. Any other viking, the dragon would be dead already, but the boy hesitated when looking at mirroring green eyes, as looking at his own soul. Determined to gain the long-lost approval of the village, he closed his eyes to shut down his insecurities, and got ready to strike.

Fortunately, the oddity of the situation struck once more when an explosion threw him harmlessly to the dragon, seeing black before really seing black.

A not so fortunate Hiccup had been searching the woods alone (not that alone was unusual for him) for hours, looking for the dragon he had shot. No one actually believed that he had, they were vikings, they never listened, and specially not to him. The worst of them was his father, the large village chief with a big read beard, where all of the conversations were very one-sided.

He tried so hard to be one of them, but the village just took advantage of the scrawny boy to blame for everything that went wrong. Yes, he was clumsy, and with his luck he often got into trouble. But was it truly his fault a dragon set fire to a torch when he was just trying not to get killed? Aparently, it didn't matter since he didn't even get a chance to speak(not that it would do much good either way). The Thorston twins often caused destruction on purpose, but it seemed no one cared, he never understood the double-standards.

He wondered if it would be Snoutlout to take over the village when the time came. Strong, but incredibly stupid (all-in-all, a good viking) the village would be certainly doomed. Fishlegs would be better, but while smart and well-built, the blond lacked determination. He reckoned the best would be Astrid. She was also small, but strong, fast, smart and determined. A good way for her to be chief was an arranged marriage, half of his brain said. But the other part still dreaded that idea, yes, she was beautifull, but with her huge temper and angry-management issues it would be a nightmare for him, since he knew marrying him would be sure to bring out the anger in her, as she wanted to be a shield-maiden.

That wasn't the first time those thoughts passed trough his head, so he put them aside for the current mission of finding the most elusive of dragon, his way of being able to change it all, maybe he could redeem himself today. That is, as soon as the gods would decide to stop playing hide and seek with him.

"Oh, the Gods hate me. Some people loose they knife, or their mug. Not me, I managed to loose an entire dragon!"

Frustated, the young viking hits a branch that was in the way, his response being hit by the recoil. As he looks up, however, he notices the unnaturally broken tree that the branch belongs to, as well as the path those broken trees take. The boy easily follows the trail, until he notices the ebony animal he was looking for. He instantly hides behind a large stone and his heart speeds up, with both excitement and fear.

Hiccup slowly peeks at the dragon, the unholy offspring of lighting and death itself. As it seems to be unable to move, he approaches with caution. At least how much caution a scrawny boy armed with only a dagger can have when dealing with one of the fiercest species of dragons, which is not saying much, if the dragon freed himself, there would be nothing he could do.

"Oh, I did it! Yes, fixes everything!"

The dragon suddenly moves and he takes a couple of steps back, but the dragon is indeed immobilized. He reaches for his dagger, and looks at the dragon's eyes. Hiccup quickly realizes it isn't a good idea though, it reminded him to much of himself. So he closes his eyes, raises the dagger...

And strikes!