A/N Hey guys this is my first fanfic and I have to give my sister TechnoGirl317 a lot of credit. Without her I wouldn't be doing this because she came up with the idea and I just came up with an alteration. She also encouraged me to even join fanfic and write a story. So anyway, I really hope you enjoy because it really makes me feel HAPPY inside! Especially if you review! But yeah I'll try to put up some more if people like this. Also some names and other stuff might be from the books, since it can be difficult to find some of the names and my sister's read the first two books.

Italics= thoughts.

Ages:

Snotlout: 8 years old.

Hiccup: 7 years old.

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or the characters.

Hiccup's POV.

I heard my dad calling me and telling me to get dressed and come downstairs. Turned out, my cousin Snotlout, who had gone away with his dad when I was five, was coming home, and dad wanted me to see him. You know, cousin and all.

I inwardly groaned. I didn't remember much about my cousin, but what I did remember wasn't exactly pleasant. He was very boastful because he was a typical Viking child; big, strong, tough, hardheaded and not that bright, so we didn't really get along.

Maybe the voyage with his dad changed him.

Or maybe it made him worse.

Yep, definitely worse, I thought as I was crushed under the weight of my bulky cousin.

"Say it!" Snotlout cried.

"Never!"

"Say it!"

Ohhhhhh suffering scallops. "No!"

"Fine! If you won't say it, I'll make you!"

With that, he jumped off me and grabbed the nearest wall ornament; a swordfish. He started to swing it at me; lunges, thrusts, the Grimbeard's Defense, and many other moves I had only read about.

Great, his dad had to teach him swordfighting, I thought as I dodged his attacks. Dad, HELP!

I glanced around desperately and grabbed the nearest wall ornament, which just happened to be another swordfish, and tried my best to fight back.

And... for once, my best was pretty good.

My sword- er, swordfish- was a blur. I advanced on him, twirling and swinging my makeshift sword. I don't even know why... I think I was trying to intimidate him.

Snotlout looked stunned, but he was quick to get over it, and his stunned look turned into a scowl as he started to come towards me.

We met in the middle. Lunging, ducking, stabbing, blocking- it all came naturally, and soon, Snotlout was against the wall with his swordfish flung across the room and with the "blade" of mine against his throat.

Just then, our dads walked in. My dad, Stoic the Vast, chief of the tribe, was ahead of Snotlout's, Baggybum the Beerbelly. In contrast to uncle Baggybum, he didn't look very happy.

But the sight of me, skinny little Hiccup holding a swordfish up to the throat of Snotlout, wiped any emotion of their face and replaced it with shock.

Then, uncle Baggybum started laughing.

"Great job, son! Teaching little Hiccup here how to swordfight, eh?" He bellowed, walking over to Snotlout and clapping him on the shoulder.

I backed off and Snotlout dusted himself off.

"Actually, I-"

"Yes dad. I'd say I did pretty well. Or, as well as I can with Hiccup the Useless here." Snotlout interrupted.

I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I-"

I was interrupted again, this time by uncle Baggybum's laughter. "Probably, son."

I could see my dad's fists clenching and took the distractions as a chance to slip out the door.

I glanced down at my hand as I walked around the village.

Maybe I wasn't completely useless after all.