Chapter 1

So my brain keeps pushing new ideas for me to write about, so yeah. I don't own the HTTYD Franchise, and please review.

This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have… dragons. Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten of gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that. Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard… Burnthair the Broad.. Phelgma the Fierce.

There's also Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

Hiccup closed his new journal as his friends joined him for lunch, well somewhat friend.

"What's up Fishlegs?" Hiccup asked as the chubby boy sat down with his lunch tray.

"Not much, excited for Dragon Training at the end of the day?" Fishlegs asked.

"Ehhh, I'm a fishbone, so we both know that I'm screwed," Hiccup stated, gesturing to himself.

A bell rang signaling the beginning of the period. Students quickly filed into the cafeteria and find their places with friends that they haven't seen over the course of the summer. Hiccup ignores the backpacks that hit him in the back, opens his journal to a blank page, and begins to draw.

Fishlegs peers across the table to figure out what Hiccup is drawing. "So the first day of freshman year isn't even half over, and you're already drawing," Fishlegs pointed out.

"Well the idea came to me in English last period for a story, so I just started writing," Hiccup explained not looking up.

Fishlegs gasped. "Hey, Hiccup," the chubby boy nudged Hiccup's arm.

"Hmm?" Hiccup asked, not looking up. He was busy drawing a fictional island that loosely resembled Berk.

"There's a girl looking at us," Fishlegs said, pointing to said girl.

"Fishlegs, there is no way in the world that a girl would want to look at this," Hiccup eyed his friend and gestured to himself.

"Well, it looks like she's more so glaring at you," Fishlegs tried again.

Hiccup turned around, and sure enough, someone was staring at him. "Well make that number forty-four," Hiccup gulped.

"Forty-four what?" Fishlegs asked in confusion.

"The forty-fourth glare I've gotten today because my god-father is teaching the dragon classes, so naturally everyone thinks that he'll favor me for the winning of the training," Hiccup explained, looking back down at his drawing.

"I could see that, except that everyone knows that you're a screw up, no offense," Fishlegs agreed, nodding his head thoughtfully.

"None taken," Hiccup said, putting the journal away and taking out his lunch.

The two ate in silence for the rest of the period. Hiccup had counted up to eighty glares by the end of the period, even if he didn't know how that was possible when there were only thirty freshmen in the same lunch. When the bell finally rung Hiccup rushed out of the cafeteria to his Algebra class.

Algebra didn't cover much, a few kids were missing, they were still on vacation. All the teacher did was hand out the textbooks before retreating to his desk for the rest of the period.

The bell rung again, and Hiccup dreaded his next class, Dragon Training. The arena for the training was located of campus, to help with potential fires. It took Hiccup fifteen minutes to walk there, along with all the other students. Hiccup's godfather, Gobber, greeted the students at the gate to the arena.

"Ah, and last but not least Hiccup," The older man greeted, laying a hand on the scrawny boy's shoulder.

Hiccup joined the rest of his peers who were already lined up in the middle of their new classroom.

Gobber grabbed a sheet of well folder paper from his pocket, it was the attendance sheet. Hiccup ignored the names being called until he heard his. "Hiccup Haddock," Gobber called out. The entire student body turned to the lanky boy.

"Uh, here," Hiccup muttered, some students were still glaring hard at him.

Astrid Hofferson was the next name that Gobber called, looking around, Hiccup saw that it was the same girl from lunch. Hiccup groaned inwardly, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

"Today, we will learn about the most common types of dragons that we fight here on Berk," Gobber declared, walking to the front of the class. "Here at the arena we house some of the many species you will learn to fight," the man started to walk back and forth from one side of the room to another. "There is a Deadly Nadder, Hideous Zippleback, Terrible Terror, Monstrous Nightmare, and the Gronkle."

The class was murmuring about how cool the class is going to be, but all Hiccup heard was Fishlegs spilling out the statistics about the dragons in a whisper. Hiccup turned to his friend with the look of 'will you please shut up right now, or so help me I will shove a sock down your throat.' Fishlegs shut his mouth immediately at turned his attention back to Gobber.

"Seeing as some of your classmates decided to take their vacations a day longer, we will not start training until tomorrow. I expect you all to be on time, we will start with the Gronkle. Class dismissed," Gobber announced with a wave of his hand.

The big man was standing by the gate as the freshman class filed out, Hiccup was the last in line. "So what can I work on today?" Hiccup asked, he was apprenticing at Gobber's smithy.

"You my friend, aren't working today, I sense a raid tonight. I can feel it in my beard," Gobber answered, pushing the boy towards the street.

"Oh come on, you know that I be needed in the shop if there's a raid. Plus, why don't I just come with you because you know my dad doesn't like me out during them," Hiccup tried to explain, turning to face his mentor.

"I'll take to your father," Gobber rolled his eyes, lifting Hiccup and turning him to walk forward.

Yeah so I think I'm going to like this one, I know exactly what to do with so that's good. Please review and let me know what you think.