/I was inspired to make this fanfictions from another person who created a great Dragon Hiccup story. I thank you for creating "Dimmadreki". I found that the most touching story ever. I feel tears of happiness and joy from it. I am so this glad was a detailed fanfic and not a jump from place to place in quick succession fan fic. This person took their time and effort to make this story for what it is. I loved that Hiccup/Dimmadreki was turned into a night fury with no clue what happened to him learning how to be a night fury and loving the way he is and finds a mate to love. Those are the kind of stories that make me want more. I also was inspired by "how to Live a Dragon's life." I have read it till I could read no more. I must thank that person for creating that story as well. There is one more that is quite amazing. "Shadow of the Night." That story is also is a big inspiration. I am just giving a shout out to those people. They put effort into their stories and I personally love those kind of stories. I think I have held off my story long enough so I hope you all enjoy and I accept your challenge Cke1st. Please comment on this story. And again I hope you all enjoy./ ps: I am kinda new to making stories.

What's Happening to Me?

This is Berk. We vikings live on this cold forsaken land by a thread. That thread is strong but is being constantly pulled at and is dwindling. And the pests are not helping. Most people have rats or snakes. Not us, we managed to get in a war with dragons. The only reason that we are still alive is because of our viking reputation, well their viking reputation. I was the skinny one that always got in the way of everything.

A scrawny, un-viking like child scrambles past many other bulky vikings trying to get to his destination. A monstrous nightmare turns the corner with a flame about ready to melt anything nearby, but a large viking with a prosthetic hand grabs hold of hiccup and yanks him in the forge. "Where were ya' Hiccup? Out there is not 'de place for a scrawny viking like yourself. They need real vikings out there. Not… this."

"You just gestured all of me and… Well, it's not like there is anywhere else welcoming me with open arms."

"True that. Dragons see you as a toothpick; they will probably go after you last."

"Gee, thanks Gobber for being so reassuring," Hiccup said sarcastically.

"No problem." Gobber began putting on armor. "I'm going out. They need me out there." Gobber disappears around the corner. Quickly, he reappeared, his head peaking back through the doorless forge. "Stay. Put. There," Gobber said. Hiccup sighed and gave him a 'really?' look. "Just stay in the forge Hiccup so you do make another one of your 'marks'." Gobber turns and lets out a battle cry as he charges towards the first dragon. The second the bulky viking left, Hiccup grabbed a catapult contraption, which he made himself, and ran out of the forge with surprising speed due to his size.

"Hiccup! What do you think yer' doin' our here? Get back inside before you get yourself killed!" Gobber calls out. Hiccup pushes past.

"I'll be right back." Gobber lets out a heavy sigh. He caught sight of Fishlegs passing by following the rest of the teens but Gobber stopped him.

"Fishlegs, your job now is to keep an eye on Hiccup."

"Hiccup? Um okay, but what about the..."

"They can handle it for now just go watch over him." Fishlegs moved as quickly as his stubby, little legs could carry him until he spotted Hiccup on top of a hill, away from most of the commotion "Hiccup! Gobber wants you back at to the forge," Fishlegs called out while breathing hard.

"Fishlegs? What are you doing up here? And no I am not going back in just yet."

"Okay but at least let me watch out for you." Hiccup let out a sigh.

"All right then fine." Hiccup set down his contraption, aiming for something. "Come on, give me something to shoot at." Suddenly, a flash of purple light was heading right towards them.

"Hiccup!" Fishlegs cried out. The plasma hit the catapult, shattering it to pieces and also releasing the bola that sprung free from tension. The shockwave set Hiccup into the air. While in midair, a purple field of plasma rushed through him, he felt a weird tingling sensation spread through his body before he hit the ground and blacked out.

"What the hell was that? It did not feel normal compared to my usual plasma shots. It did the job though. Ack!"The black dragon screeched when something managed to hit it.

Hiccup lay unconscious on a hard wood bed. Dust floated through the air. He took a deep breath and coughed causing him to wake up from unconsciousness. He was in his room. He felt sore all over, but it was nothing compared to the stabbing pain in his back. He got up, feeling his body protesting. He began hobbling towards the door. The bright daylight quickly entered his eyes. He covered his eyes from the bright light with his arm. Once the light was bearable to his eyes he uncover them to see black marks across his arms.

"You're finally awake. You're also quite mess." Gobber was right behind Hiccup.

"Hey Gobber. What happened?" Hiccup asked

"You survived a blast from that Night Fury. Sure, it wasn't a direct hit, but a Night Fury can destroy a building in one shot. You passed out on the ground and were about to be roasted by a monstrous nightmare, but yer' father and I chased the beast off. If it weren't for Fishlegs, you would probably not be here."

"I imagine my father is mad at me."

"I talked to him earlier today while he was discussing plans about going to the beast's nest. He wants to speak with you."

Stoick the Vast is what they call him. They say that he killed his first dragon as a baby by popping its head clean of its shoulders. And that story was not entirely true. Stoick was six to seven years old. "Hey dad. Gobber said he um... talked to you about something last night. Was it something about me? I am in trouble aren't I." the scrawny son of his concluded.

"Hiccup, Gobber and I have decided to put you in dragon training. It's been your dream to kill dragons so, Hear you are, dragon training early in the morning."

"Sorry, what?"

"Son, you are going to become a viking. No more… this." Hiccup stared at his father with disbelief in his eyes.

"You just gestured to all of me."

"Yes, no more of this… 'hiccup' make me proud. I want to see you kill dragons, so I am helping you reach your goal. Get some rest, I will be back from the search in few days, probably."

"Thanks dad. I never thought you would let me," Hiccup hugged his dad. This was something he had never done often. Hiccup ran off.

'I hope I made the right decision.' Stoick sighed and resumed watching over the village.

"No turning back," Astrid told herself. The moment ended when Hiccup entered.

"Hey guys," Hiccup said. Everyone turned and groaned.

"What is he doing here?" Snotlout complained.

"His father wanted him to learn to fight dragons so he wouldn't get killed," replied Gobber.

"Or he wanted to get rid of him sooner," Tuffnut snickered.

The gates opened with creaking and they all came into the arena. "Dragons are tricky and vicious fire breathing beasts that will not hesitate to kill each and every one of you. You must learn how to attack and defend as well as other secrets to killing them." Gobber began walking towards a dragon's cage with his hand on the lever.

"Wait, aren't you going to teach us any evasive maneuvers?" asked Fishlegs.

"I believe in learnin' on the job." The cage doors burst open and an angry gronckle flew out. All the bravery in Hiccup faded away when he saw it charge after him. Then he began to feel the stabbing pain in his back burn and spread further around his back. He began stumbling away from the gronckle, trying to ignore the pain. "Quick! What's the first thing you need?"

"Plus five speed?" Fishlegs said, making random guesses."

"A doctor?" Hiccup continued. He winced at the pain on his back.

"A shield!" Astrid yelled confidently and ran for the shield.

"Correct Astrid. A shield can be your best ally. If you have to chose between a sword and a shield, take the shield." Hiccup lept from the shield stack with a shield in his hand right before a gronckle blew him up.

"Dragons have a limited number of shots. Who can tell me how much a gronkle has?"

"Five?" asked Snotlout unsure.

"No, six!" Fishlegs corrected. Hiccup felt a sudden rush of power and ran towards the gronkle from behind without even thinking and bashed the gronckle with his shield. The gronckle became dazed at the impact and wobbled a little bit while in the air. He turned towards Hiccup and blasted his shield, causing him to stumble backwards.

"That's the spirit Hiccup," Gobber said. "Your shield isn't just for you to protect yourself or bash them in the head," Gobber gestured towards Hiccup. "It is also good for noise, make lots of it. It throws off the dragon's aim."

"Stupid Humans!" The gronckle said angrily as it shook, trying to clear its head. Hiccup gasped for a second.

'Did that dragon just talk?' Hiccup wondered.

/That's my first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I like it when people give me corrections for my story. It shows that you guys want this story.

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