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I have been working on this since the start of July with the help of Last Believer. She has been an great help in beta'ing and refining my work. I hope to capture your interrest with this story and keep it throu-out it.

I don't own the How To Train Your Dragon franchise, books, movie or games. This is simply written for my enjoyment and he readers entertainment.

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The sky was an ominous dark grey, giving a dark sense of a foreboding storm that had yet to come. The waves of the ocean down below sprayed a salty mist in the air, mixing it with the scent of burnt wood and oil coming from the cliff-side village. The hurricane winds thrashed against the wooden walls, creating an eerie whistling noise while flashes of lightning cast shadows in the house. Thunderous bangs echoed off the mountains making the powerful storm seemingly endless, but amongst all this was a man hurriedly making his way toward a house, his clothes soaked by the heavy rains.

The hulking figure of the man moved with surprising grace through the storm and into the house, where candles where the only thing to make the outline of a few people visible. There was a panting sound coming from a room up ahead, and heads snapped to the direction of the room as a sudden scream broke through the sounds of the storms outside. The man who had entered mere moments ago rushed towards the room, not caring about himself in the least.

"How is she?" came his rough voice from beyond the room.

"Fine, she's almost done, just a few more minutes," A softer and aged voice replied.

Individual drops of water sat in his thick red beard like small gems shining in the little bit of light the room held. The light from the lamp dancing in his green eyes, as he lifted his helmet from his head, revealing the same red hair on his head. The winds blew around the house, hitting the walls with pebbles and other small stones that had dislodged. His eyes flicked over to his wife when she gasped softly in pain due to contractions, his heart beating harshly in his chest with emotion that felt alien to him. His fear, anxiousness and overall helplessness at the situation were visible on his face.

Slowly he made his way over to his wife's side and took her warm hand in his cold one. Her own vibrant green eyes met with his, sending a new sensation into the emotional turmoil he found himself in, relief. Thunder clapped outside, washing another wave of dread over him. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and cried out again, he could see everything she felt on her face.

"Come on dear, just one more…" came the elders voice.

She clutched his hand stronger than a dragon holding on its hatchling for dear life, and screamed out loud as she put all her energy into it. Everything went silent, even the storm outside had stopped for a brief few moments, seconds ticked by and it all resumed when the cry of a baby joined in. The most beautiful orchestra's symphony held nothing to the wondrous sound of their little baby crying.

The elder cut the umbilical cord and cleaned the new-born with some warm water and a towel, then handed him to his parents. The crying ceases as soon as he was in his mother's hands and his eyes snapped open, revealing two forest green orbs that shone with innocence and curiosity. Yet those same little eyes also held power and intelligence rivalling that of the chief's, and strangely it fit perfectly on the new-born.

"He's perfect," She whispered with a smile.

"He's small," He replied.

Smacking his hand away, she gave him a small glare, "He's a baby, of course he is."

He only gave a hearty laugh, shaking his head with a fond smile. His little family was perfect as they were right now and he would make sure nothing would ever change that. A knock on the door brought him from his musings, his brother entered the room, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the little family together.

"What are you going to name the little tyke?" he asked in his warm gravelly voice.

"I want my wife to name the little one," He replied turning to look at his wife.

"Hiccup, his name is going to be Hiccup Hayden Haddock the Third'" She said softly.

"After my great grandfather, and his grandfather before him," He said with pride.

His brother then left them to go tell the news to the rest of the village, and the village had celebrated that night. Valka and Stoick didn't need the Gothi to tell them Hiccup would do great things, but they had invited her to come and read their son's future none the less, it was a tradition, and it would only be polite to allow her to do it. Gothi arrived two days after his birth to do the reading, which involved a few tests for the new-born. Stoick and Valka welcomed her and let her in.

"Good morning Elder Gothi," they greeted.

The elder nodded her head with a sincere smile. She then looked at the two expectantly for a moment, Valka being the first to realise what she wanted jumped up and went to fetch Hiccup. She returned after a few seconds with the boy in her arms.

"This is Hiccup Hayden Haddock the Third," she introduced.

Gothi nodded in approval of the names, she really didn't like the first name but the second one she loved. Shaking her head, she took out a small packet of 78 cards and laid them down one by one showing the back side of each to the baby as she passed. The baby had made to grab 6 of those cards as she expected and laid those aside from the rest.

She did the same with Valka and Stoick, but having each just take one card from the deck and placed it to the left and right of the six cards. The six cards were sat in 2 rows of 3 cards and the two drawn by the parents lay on the sides on the line that separated the two rows.

The first card was a Magician. She had a soft, slightly gravelly voice, that held power and wisdom, as she spoke, "The power to change the world around one is a remarkable gift."

The second was a Sword: "Thought power is a double edged sword and can be used for good and evil."

The third was the Moon: "Though not everything is as it seems, certain truths can be dulled over time."

The fourth was The Six of Pentacles: "He knows the light in the darkness, and with care he will reach out to that light."

The fifth was The Star: "Following his heart, he knows what it right and what is the best for those around him."

The sixth was The King of Wands: "And with what he knows and feels, he will lead the masses to become one."

Revealing Stoick's card she spoke further, "The Chariot represents a man following his mind rather than his heart, forgetting emotion for logic. That logic is not always reason, for the heart knows best."

Flipping over Valka's card The Fool: "Change is always good, and with this you shall bring a change in your son's life. It's not known when or how, but it will happen, so do not fight it, accept it and embrace this change." She looked between the two of them. "Heed my words, do not fall into the alluring traps the mind sets up, and follow your heart."

Stoick frowned, he didn't know what this all meant. It was more than most others he had heard of, and there were so many things in this reading that had double meanings. From what he had gathered he knew his son would bring change to their lives and he would lead them with his heart to unite all people, but he didn't know what his role was in this. He understood that Valka would find that change their son is going to make, but what does his leadership skills have to do with anything?

"Thank you Gothi for coming out to do this reading. I must say, this is one of the most interesting readings I have heard of."

Gothi nodded and smiled before leaving their house, leaving Stoick confused. He had more questions about his son's future now than he had before the reading. He didn't know what truths were dulled over time and how they had missed this truth. He might even have a new mission, but he would have to wait and learn what that was.