Chapter One: Departure
"Leaving. We're leaving. We pack all up and go. Just you and me. On a little vacation. Forever."
A brown-haired boy entered the cove that had become his second home over the past weeks. He wasn't tall or strong or anything that marked the typical Viking.
He was slim and thin, like a toothpick to be honest. His hair was always messy; he had a crook grin and emerald green eyes. He wore a green tunic, brown leggings, brown fur boots, a brown fur vest and a leather riding gear. On his shoulder he carried a big basket and he looked rather depressed at the moment.
"It's for the best... I think…" He let the basket down and looked around.
"Toothless? Come over here bud. I got fish for you."
At the mentioning of fish a shadow detached itself from a tree and a black cat-like dragon with green orbs for eyes, smooth black scales and giant swings walked over to the boy and purred at the smell of fish. The boy smiled a bit.
"There you go buddy." He said and tossed a cod at the giant reptile. It went down in one gulp.
The boy started to make everything ready for the flight while the dragon ate.
He tried not to think about his friends and his father but it had no use.
He couldn't kill the dragon. He'd always know that he just didn't have it. But it wasn't just that he couldn't. Also he wouldn't. Too much had changed these past weeks. Nothing was the same anymore.
It was maybe cowardly, but he would run. After all, he never felt as if he belonged here anyway.
"You're a fool, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III! Even if you make it off the island, where will you go? And what will you do about the queen? You can't leave the dragons to defend themselves. You need to help then." He mumbled to himself and closed a buckle at the saddle.
The problem was: a few nights ago Hiccup had accidently discovered why the dragons raided their village.
They didn't want to, but they were forced by their evil queen, a dragon, the size of a mountain, who controlled them in a way that he'd never seen before.
Hiccup knew he had to do something. He was the only dragon rider as far as he knew which made him responsible for the creatures.
But he wasn't a good fighter. Still he was intelligent. That had to be something.
Something you couldn't say for most of the Vikings of Berk.
And he was determined to end this war. Not just for eth sake of the dragons. For the sake of everyone.
"Alright Toothless, here's the plan." He sighed. "We go to Helheim's Gate, defeat the Queen, free the dragons, hope that the raids will end and then, we travel the world and when we are too old for that we find us a nice place to stay, what do you say?"
The dragon regurgitated fish and offered it to him. Then he sneezed and crouched down, so Hiccup could easily climb his back.
"So that's a yes." Hiccup said. "And I hoped you had a better plan!"
The young boy took a last look around. Then he reached for the helmet on his head.
He took it off and studied it. Then he said, tossing it aside: "I'm sorry Dad. But I'm not a Viking. And I'm sorry Mum. But I have to go."
With that the now Ex-Viking youth gave his best friend the signal and the dragon shoot up into the sky, higher and higher until he wasn't more than a tiny black spot in the endless blue sky.