Just something I wrote very quickly last night. Saw this amazing movie and had to write something for it. So here you are.

I might write more in it if it gets reviews. But be warned this is very rough, and I haven't checked for any spelling errors and may seem a little rushed, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

How To Train Your Dragon

I have slumbered for aeons, waiting for the time of her voice. For her call to reach to me again across the great voids of dimensions. I have awoken to a new world...

Long must my sleep have been. Our story, our fear, her fear; has been forgotten... like she said it would. A clean page of a book. Her old story burned and fled from memory so her next vessel could write the legend anew. I was only to serve. My old master is dead, through the years her great soul ripped and torn and cast aside before collected again and turned back together. She would not be the same, she would be better, all flaws left to the void of death and I will serve a Goddess reborn... like she promised.

The first clean page of a new fresh book had been revealed, all that is needed now, is the writer of the new Age.

Chapter One: Songs of Promise

It was too hard to imagine: him, a hero. Had anyone told him this would happen he would have laughed them into exile along with everyone else on Berk. It just hadn't been plausible a month ago, that he, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III, would fall into the category of any kind of hero. But here he was, dressing into his best furs and with the metal on his prosthetic leg gleaming and the horns on his helmet shining. Today was going to see a great feast in honour of Hiccup and the other Viking teenagers who came to the rescue of their elders and the defeat of the Red Death; of course, Hiccup was the guest of honour being the one who delivered the killing blow with Toothless.

It was about mid morning and the day was perfect for a feast, the weather was hot (for the isle of Berk) and everyone was pitching in for feast. Every family had its own jobs to do, some prepared food, others prepared drinks and mead, while others prepared the equipment needed for games and the enjoyment of the whole affair. Hiccup stood by Toothless as his father cast his eye over the two of them. Stoick the Vast was a great warrior, even though they were no longer at war with the dragons the magnificent serpents still felt wary of the large man. However, a large Monstrous Nightmare with a missing eye had taken to the large man and they were slowly gaining each other confidences. Hiccup could tell that it was the start of good friendship.

Eventually Stoick's regal beard changed shape in a way Hiccup knew he was smiling underneath the great mass of facial hair and his father's eyes gained a proud glint. "I think that will do you, Hiccup." he said, brushing his son's shoulders and adjusting the helmet on his mop of red hair.

"Thanks Dad. Do I look okay?"

"You look great. I have to say, I never thought I'd see you like this." The ceremonial furs and helmet had strict guidelines of how they had to be worn, how they had to be made and from what materials they had to be made from. The shirt and trousers were made from cotton and wool, held with leather belts; foot wear was boots made of boar pelts and expertly crafted by master cobblers to each individual and came up to just under the knees. Hiccup had been able to redesign his prosthetic leg and with the boot on it looked like a completely normal limb, save for a slight limp. An garment of bear and deer fur covered his shirt and arms and provided padding for leather gauntlets on his arms but left his fingers free. The leather had been embossed with night fury dragons, normally the scenes depicted would involve the slaying of the embossed dragons, now the decorations had saddles and reigns.

Toothless also had new gear and tack. His saddle and Hiccup's harness had been polished to a fine shine, the dragon's red tail fin was positioned so that it was spread showing off the white Viking head proudly. A blanket of fine deer fur was placed over the black dragon's back and wing joints to provide a protective layer so the saddle wouldn't rub Toothless' scales. The young Viking and his dragon partner looked every bit the part of noble warrior and steed, even if the warrior was a bit on the meek side. Stoick adjusted Hiccup's helmet one last time and began to walk the boy towards the front door of their home Toothless trailed behind them and came to stand beside Hiccup once they were outside where a strange sight greeted them.

Astrid, Fishlegs, Snotlout and the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were waiting for them, also all dressed in their best clothes and with their dragons beside them also with polished harnesses and tack, along with blankets of deer skin to prevent rubbing. Hiccup had to confess that they all looked amazing, like proper vikings should. "Take your place Hiccup, you too you overgrown lizard." Stoick said giving his son a nudge. Toothless gave a half-hearted hiss as he past the large chief. The other viking teens and their dragons parted so Hiccup and Toothless were in the middle of the line up alongside Astrid and Fishlegs. "GATHER VIKINGS!" Stoick shouted, spooking some nearby Nadders who took to the air squawking.

From all around the village the vikings came to the leader's house followed by inquisitive dragons and those just following the crowd, they gathered in a circle around the teenagers and the chief who was joined by the village elder and Gobber, also dressed in his best and with several Terrors clinging to the fur. "Before we get this feast going I assume you've all completed your family chores?"

He was answered by a collective yes.

"Good, we don't want to have the stop this celebration because someone's forgotten to get the rocks for the Bashyball game." the large chief said, not giving names but a group of vikings in the crowd began pointing to a young warrior who had drawn his helmet over his eyes. It was all in good jest and the attention on him quickly returned to Stoick and the teens. "Here we stand, less in our number but proud in their sacrifice and envious of their entry to Valhalla, they now sit with the Gods and the great warriors of legend!"

A cheer rose from the crowd and went silent again.

"But today is a day of celebration! And today we welcome new members to the Hooligan Tribe, first of all the dragons,"

Another cheer of the crowd and the fluttering of wings and columns of fire shooting into the air.

"These beasts were once our hated enemies, now they are our closest companions and partners and we have Hiccup, my own son, to thank for all of this!"

"HICCUP! HICCUP!" Roared the vikings along with the great roaring of dragons and more pillars of fire. Astrid nudged the red head's shoulder and a chuckling sound from Toothless seeing his rider's face go a glorious shade of red.

"This feast is held in honour of the youngest members of this tribe for their bravery in the face of forces many times their strength! To offer their help to their parents and elders without fear for their own lives and to shun off the bonds of old hatreds and fly dragons straight to the middle of the battlefield! That is the viking way!"

"NO FEAR!"

The crowd was in an uproar and this time it didn't stop as Stoick approached Tuffnut, the twin boy's breath caught in his throat as his chief removed the helmet from his head and gently laid a golden warhammer to his brow.

"Tuffnut the Sly!" Stoick returned the boy's horned helm and moved to his sister as the male twin revelled in his title. As with her brother, the large viking rested the golden hammer against the girl's brow. "Ruffnut the Wild!" Ruffnut returned her helmet to her head, a large grin spilt her face as the twins each stroked a head of their shared Zippleback, Newtsbreath and Seaslug. The next teenager in line was Astrid and Stoick gave the brave viking a warm smile, the golden hammer came to her forehead. "Astrid the Skilful!" from somewhere in the mass of vikings the voracious shouts of Astrid's parents rose above the others and even Brightclaw, Astrid's self-appointed and rather vain Nadder, gave a loud squawk and fluttered her wings. Since Hiccup was the guest of honour, he would get his name last; so his father next had to give Fishlegs his title. The large boy patted the head of Horrorcow, the Gronkcle, who had fallen fast asleep next to him; the strangely calm-natured dragon woke up and came to a stand beside her rider. Like the others before him, the gold hammer was placed to his forehead, "Fishlegs the Brave!". Snotlout was the last in the line and Fireworm stood behind him, but the she-dragon's head was to his left. The strong viking lad was scratching her right eyebrow; an act that Fireworm never seemed to get enough of. Snotlout removed his helmet and waited for the gold hammer and his title. "Snotlout the Reckless!" Fireworm gave a soft rumble, like she agreed with the name. Considering Snotlout had actually set foot onto the Green Death it was a fitting title.

Last of all came Hiccup and Stoick couldn't help but smile at his son before setting the gold hammer to his head. "And last, our guest of honour for this feast, the one who made all this possible and brought down the Green Death single handily, with only a dragon and his wit. I give you my son, Hiccup the Useful!" With the last of the titles given the young teens were now considered vikings, their was only one last part to this ritual.

Stoick raised the gold hammer above his head and the ornamental weapon caught the rays of the sun, glowing like a beacon to the Gods in their Great Hall.

"ONLY THE STRONG CAN BELONG!" Chorused the vikings as one, their collective cry accompanied by the roaring and squawking and bellowing of dragons. With the finish of the naming ceremony the feast began in earnest and the celebration of Thor's Day Thursday could begin.

------ HTTYD ------

With Hiccup still getting accustomed to the limitations of his fake leg he soon discovered that his place for most of the Thor's Day Thursday feast was sat beside his father, tasting his first cup of mead. Toothless had taken to sitting beside him sometimes wondering off to get a bite to eat before coming back and sitting again. Hiccup watched his fellow teens as they mingled with the adults and the younger children, telling them their story of how they helped Hiccup the Useful distract the Green Death long enough to allow the original dragon nest attackers to regroup (there was no such word as 'retreat' for the vikings of Berk). However, Hiccup's attention was mostly drawn to Astrid, who was dancing with her parents and Ruffnut, who was surprisingly an even better dancer than Astrid. But it was Astrid's steps and weaves and graceful moves that the young hero watched from his wooden seat beside his father, his insides aching somewhat that he couldn't join her with his leg which was still toughening up with the prosthesis. Despite all his regrets about not dancing with Astrid, he was in high spirits.

As the sun got higher and eventually began to lower to the horizon the vikings weren't the only ones enjoying the feast. For the first time the vikings were holding a feast out in the open so the dragons could see they were invited too, and every now and then pillars of fire and exploding balls of hot light were sent reaching to the sky as the vikings' merriment spread to the scaly beasts. Considering it was Hiccup and Toothless who had come to symbolize their freedom from the tyranny of the Green Death, the dragon who had forced them to be his slaves, this feast was as much their celebration as it was for the vikings of Berk.

His father and Gobber were enjoying some talk about past battle scars and were well into their seventh or eighth goblets of mead, Hiccup found the drink a little too rich for his taste and could only drink it in small sips.

He looked closer at the crowd and saw small details that he hadn't seen before. Deadly Nadders were perched on rooftops and cawing loudly to some singing vikings while Terrible Terrors quickly scuttled between viking feet and other dragons, big and small helped stoke the many pit fires started to keep food warm while the vikings and their new allies ate. No smoked eel could be found at this feast. Snotlout and Fireworm were trying a bit of everything on offer from the feast, lamb and pork and wild boar to even some roasted vegetables. Hiccup had been just as surprised as the other vikings to see dragons munch on carrots and potatoes, and like them.

Brightclaw was near Astrid flapping her wings to the beat of the music and cawing every now and then, Newtsbreath and Seaslug were also dancing with their riders; well Newtsbreath was sort of waving his head around Ruffnut and the right side leg and fore limb on the Zippleback's main body was tapping along. Seaslug was pigging out with Tuffnut, taking great delight in the taste of a crispy leg of lamb, Seaslug looked like he was in heaven. Fishlegs and Horrorcow were around somewhere but Hiccup couldn't see them from where he was sat.

As noon came and began to disappear with the light, the feast was still going even as the torches around the village were lit and the stars began to glimmer into existence, Hiccup was still on his first goblet of mead. He had lost track of his father's and Gobber's tally of drinks. Toothless was still sat beside him, taking in all the praise and adoration he received from the vikings who came to congratulate his human on becoming a proper part of the family (dragons had families, not tribes). It was Astrid who finally got Hiccup from the throne and finally encouraged him to mingle with the crowd and eat something, much to Brightclaw and Toothless' pleasure as they followed their respective riders as they could chomp on the food they didn't finish. Eventually, even the unlikely hero was drawn into another story-telling session for the younger children and any adult who wanted to listen in the story finished with the last glimpse of the sunset, the feast had lasted all day; and had no indication of being stopped any time soon. Toothless' smooth shiny snout nudged at his humans hand and one of his questioning purrs. He knew Hiccup's leg was beginning to get a little uncomfortable for him.

"Hey, you enjoying yourself too, boy?" Toothless sounded a happy chirp from his throat and he pranced around Hiccup like a dog. Much to the amusement of the children. From the back of Brightclaw, Astrid laughed at the dragon's antics. It would be the last time she would laugh that night.

Suddenly, every dragon in Berk, from Monstrous Nightmares to the tiny Terrible Terrors, just stopped whatever they had been doing and listened. Noticing the change in attitude of the great beasts many of the vikings stopped as well growing worried. There was no sound once someone had managed to stop the band from playing but the dragons could hear something the vikings didn't. "Hiccup, what's going on?" Astrid asked as she watched Brightclaw sucking in huge sniffs of air through her flaring nostrils.

"I don't know," Toothless' own ears were pricking at something and his eyes slitted, lips pulled back and he started growling, starting a chain reaction with every other dragon on the island. The only sound the vikings could hear was the crackling of the pit fires and the low rumbling of the combined dragon snarling. All the dragon heads turned towards the open sea and the Berk harbour, their growling only intensified when every saw one of the Hooligan sentries come running up the hill a worried look etched onto his face.

"Outcasts ships on the horizon!" he shouted when he got to the crowd. Outcasts, so that's what the dragons had been growling at. Everything changed at that moment and the vikings gathered up their weapons and herded the children into the houses further up the hill. Dragons followed as they would be the ones protecting the houses should any enemy work their way as far as here. A few Nadders and Gronkles had picked children up in their mouths and were following the procession up the hill towards the chief,s house. Larger dragons, Monstrous Nightmares, Zippleback and the bigger adult Gronkles and Nadders had already taken to the air, some already had passengers on. Hiccup even thought he saw a few shadows cross the stars above them, Night Furies. Hiccup mounted Toothless and they shot into the air. moments later they were joined by Astrid and Brightclaw flying to their left, the twins could be heard shouting out abuse to each other before they came to be flying on the right.

"I told you Seaslug was acting weird!" Tuffnut shouted

"All the dragons were acting weird you numbskull!" The Outcasts were a tribe made from the exiles of the numerous viking tribes. So the Outcasts were comprised of the most violent, most immoral and extremely dangerous men and women the vikings had to offer the world, no one liked an Outcast; not even other Outcasts. Why they were attacking Berk was a mystery, but it didn't matter. The village had to be protected and the dragons now boosted their numbers.

"Ruffnut! Tuffnut! Try and find Snotlout and Fishlegs. See how many ships there are and try to burn! Start with the ships closet to shore!" They yelled to show their understanding and then them and their dragon banked hard into the darkness. "Astrid, go and see if any have made it to the harbour, if they have, help any of the warriors catch them and burn the attacking ships!"

"Understood! Come on girl, lets go!" and Astrid and Brightclaw disappeared from his side.

"Right, lets burn some boats!" Flying out to the ocean Hiccup could see the Outcasts had really been serious with this attack. Thirty or so boats had crept into the radius of the huge viking carving in the sea before the sentry had seen the black sails, this wasn't just an attack, this was an invasion.

It was a swarm of Nadders who started the attack on the ships in earnest, they fell onto the boat nearest to shores like Valkyries; sending the surprised Outcast crew members into a panic and setting fire to the deck and sails. A Nightmare breathed its sticky fire onto the deck of another and Terrors swarmed the crew of yet another, it was now that Toothless and Hiccup made their first strike, a ship that had already hit shore and the Outcasts pouring out, Toothless' pinpoint strike blew a hole in the ships side and it took in huge amounts of water, most of the Outcast crew made it off but they were visible shaken from the prospect of facing dragons. But it didn't seem to change anything, they shouted and swore in their strange barking language and charged up the hill to be met by the warriors of the Hooligan tribe and more dragons. More dragons fell to the boats, setting them aflame and biting into the crews. To the dragons the Green Death had been a monster, but they dared not anger it, he had held their very nesting site hostage with the fear of destroying the hollowed out volcano if they did not obey. When the vikings had attacked they had fled, the Green Death had not been worth fighting for. But Berk, the vikings who had taken them into their lives and allowed them into their homes and offered their friendship instead of fear... for a dragon, that was worth dying for.

The battle continued for hours. The great fire breathing beasts fought with a ferocity that the vikings of Berk had never seen before, even when the dragons had been raiding them they had never been this fierce. Another of the attacking boats fell prey to the dragons fire and the Outcasts were still trying to gain the advantage, turning their weapons to the sky and several of the dragons had fallen victim to them. Hiccup and Toothless continued with their attacks, blowing holes in the bows of the ships and sinking them, around them they heard the familiar whistling and then crashing bangs from the fiery blasts of other Night Furies striking other boats. Hiccup surveyed the battle on land since some of the Outcast boats had managed to evade the dragons and reached the shore, the Hooligan warriors were keeping the attackers relatively close to shore and dragons offered their aid in the form of breathing fire on the rear ranks of the Outcasts. It was then that a familiar Nightmare came up to the left of them and Snotlout shouted into the wind.

"Hiccup, I hope you have a plan because the Outcasts have reinforcements!"

"Where and how many?" Hiccup called back, getting as close as he could without tangling Toothless' and Fireworm's wings.

"Coming over the horizon to the east! I couldn't count how many ships!"

"Keep attacking the boats! Try and coordinate some of the dragons into laying down fire to help the warriors on the ground!" Hiccup shouted and then turned Toothless to the east, flying to see what Snotlout had reported.

He gasped at the sight before him. Countless ships, stretching to the horizon were sailing towards Berk carrying catapults and siege equipment. The Outcasts really were planning an invasion and not even the dragons would be able to stop this many ships from reaching shore. Toothless was already exhausted from all the shots he had fired and the other dragons were tiring as well, more and more were having to land on the boats to use their teeth and claws on the crew, but that made them more venerable. Hiccup had already seen several dragons of numerous breeds going down with the burning ships or drowning in the sea because they were collapsing in the air. No they had to keep to keep fighting, they were vikings now, they had their duty to the tribe.

It was then it happened. Hiccup would remember that feeling of force pressing down onto his very heart for the rest of his life, it was the first hint of events that would change not only him, but the viking world forever... but those are tales for another time. It started like thunder, roaring through the clouds and gaining strength. Everything went quiet around them and Toothless whimpered, he could sense something Hiccup could not. Power, sheer power. A loud keening sound and then...

BANG!!

Several dozen of the Outcast reinforcement ships just exploded, splintering into thousands of wooden projectiles. Burning with purple and blue flames, catapults sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Hiccup hardly had time to process the destruction in front of him and Toothless before a dozen more ships followed the first to a soggy death. A shadow past by and then up into the sky. A Night Fury! Impossible. For a Night Fury blast to do that much damage it would have to be huge.

The largest Night Fury Hiccup had seen was a old female who had taken to sleeping in the rafters of the Great Hall, she was a good few feet longer than Toothless and he had seen her blasts break mountain rock, but even she had to take a couple of shots at the boats before they sank. But that whistling sound was unmistakeable and suddenly another dozen or so Outcast long boats had become nothing but floating funeral pyres. Toothless and his rider regained their composure, the mysterious dragon could have taken a shot at them but had favoured the boats, it wasn't attacking them so now they had a chance and at last the battle was turning.

The Outcasts who had reached shore were starved of warriors as the boats were being burned and the Hooligan warriors were capturing the survivors from shipwrecks who were washed on shore. Sensing the turn in the fight the dragons fought harder, forgetting their exhaustion and attacking any ships that they were close to.

When the reinforcement ships were destroyed, their crews drowning at sea Hiccup and Toothless returned to the battle closer to shore and discovered the the mysterious dragon seemed to be following when three more ships met the same fate as their fellows as the survivors tried to retreat back to the open ocean. It was only a few minutes to disable the other ships and prevent their escape, the Hooligans were like every other viking tribe, they made slaves of their war prisoners. The Outcast ships burned with blue and purple fire in the harbour creating an artificial dawn on the horizon. As Toothless and Hiccup hovered over the docks all the human could hear was the roaring of the flames, the screams of dying Outcasts and the beating of Toothless' wings. The fire that had devastated the Outcast fleet had definitely come from a Night Fury, but those blasts were huge, the dragon must have been bigger than even the old female.

The young viking heard a sound and flew higher, Hiccup was chasing shadows. A powerful wing flap to his right would send the two following to the right only for them to hear a growl and bank back to the left, or to see a shadow pass the stars. It was trying to catch water or smoke; hopeless.

Hiccup felt Toothless react to something as he went tense and his ears perked, like when he had heard the Green Death calling all the dragons. Toothless picked up speed and banked to the left. He had got a track on something so Hiccup just let Toothless fly; he could hear he was following something, but it was fast, Toothless was having trouble just catching up to whatever he was following. "Go on boy! We just need to see some details." Hiccup urged and Toothless pushed on harder. Eventually, Toothless broke through the clouds and he and Hiccup found themselves flying beside the largest Night Fury either of them had ever seen. It was made the large Monstrous Nightmare who had taken a shine to Stoick look small, its wingspan was no less than fifty feet but Hiccup couldn't see it clearly enough against the black sky to see.

The young viking's breath caught in his lungs when the huge dragon turned its head and looked at the boy and the dragon with glowing, amber eyes full of power, intelligence and unimaginable age.

Two horns stuck out and curved upwards from its snout, catching some star shine and glinting dangerously. As the moon appeared from behind higher clouds, its light revealed more astonishing detail. Its wings weren't bat-like, they were feathered, more like a birds and its great, long back was covered in shimmering soft feathers as well. But it was those eyes, so full of knowledge and power and terrifying secrets and cruel, cold truths that had both the young viking and the smaller dragon mesmerized. For a moment longer, they just flew, side by side, eyes locked onto each other; before the feathered Night Fury broke its gaze and with a couple of flaps from its mighty wings it pulled away from them as the moon returned to the safety of the clouds. With those hypnotic eyes broken Toothless and Hiccup returned to shore, landing on one of the huge viking carvings which met them at the harbour.

The two stared in the direction the large dragon had taken but it had long disappeared into the clouds. The wind blew something large into Hiccup's body causing the young viking to jump in his skin. Fumbling with the object Hiccup was able to pull the largest feather away from his face and body, it was about the same size as he was and its edges were coloured with a deep purple. It must have come from the big Fury, no bird around here was big enough to own this feather.

They heard a song, like a part of the breeze or the far off shouting from Berk residents fighting Outcasts or chasing down their prisoners. It was a dark promise, of riches and ruin and all the things worse than death; it made Toothless shudder and Hiccup was suddenly very aware of the chill on the air.

I'll chase you in your Nightmares

And hound you in your dreams

I'll find you in your hideaways

And behind your Mother's knees

I'll run you through the darkness

And hunt you in the morning light

My claws and ambitions will tear at your soul

Your Gods cannot save you from Fate

Your Heavens gates will stay closed as I pull you down to my Hell

Tribes who killed my Goddess

Your blood will stain the snow

Tribes who killed my Goddess

This is my curse on your bones