Living The Impossible Truth

A How to Train Your Dragon Modern AU

Author: Kirito_The_Wolf

Based off the works of DreamWorks animation. All rights belong to the individual parties, I own nothing (unfortunately) Except maybe a few pieces within this story, because as we all know, I'm not the first to write a modern version of the tales of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III of Berk.

Authors Note: I will be switching point of view within this story, and I hope that this does not affect the reading of the story, I also want to you to note that the story will start slow at first (all great stories do) so I wish for you to be patient (This is my first Fanfic after all). I also may add that I am British, and I might try to wright this from the point of view of a High school (instead of a Secondary School, for which I am well accustomed to in the real world).

Authors Note #2: The story will, at first, be based off the ages from the first film and flash-forward to be much older, you will have to see. So everyone is thirteen/fourteen in the first three chapters of this fic (maybe 4).

Chapter One: Let's begin Duel Class!

Hiccup POV:

I usually day dream this time of day, it's quite a soothing thing to do when the teacher is blabbering on about the different uses of math's within the career world. I personally find it excruciatingly boring, I'm not going to lie, math does have its perks, it's allows many to exceed in a career where the subject may come in hand, but I personally don't see the righteous point of it. The teachers don't particularly care if those that struggle with the subject need help, they do not care if a student is talking to someone else because the teacher did not explain the method clearly, they just don't care.

I hope you don't get the impression that I am one of those students. I understand math's perfectly, I have memorized the entire years learning plan and that has enabled me the ability to brush this subject off. I hate it. Which is why I study for this the most, ironic, isn't it? That the entirety of my free time down at the garage is spent revising and thinking of ways lessons plans could have been improved, it's absolutely pathetic.

I lift my head up from my desk next to… I think his name was Erik… I could be mistaken, all I know about him is that he lacks the focus in this subject and more than usual looks to my book when he thinks I'm not looking, he has brown hair which is found to be somewhat a rarity in the school, he's friends with my brash troll of a cousin, Snotlout, at least that's the name I've given him as a 'pet name' whenever I accidentally slip up in front of my father (mayor of the town, it kind of makes you feel the heat of everything when he finds you've slipped down a grade. Or you may, or may not have accidentally caused a conundrum again. That's a story for another time). So with my head now raised and I have finished watching Erik look to our teacher in an amusing "I'm trying to understand, but I prefer to play sport" I turn to the rest of the class, I am right next to the window in the center of the class, I asked the teacher to place me here because I would cause less of a ruckus and I could focus on the work better… The teacher totally didn't move me here because I had sat in nearly every seat of the class and something bad had happened whether it be throwing up on the person in front of me, coming to school drenched and putting my soaking wet hands on everyone's desks causing them to lose most of their nots, or because during a science experiment I had caused a fire, burning down mine and my partner's desks… totally not because of that. Anyway, I'm sorry I keep losing track, I'm just bored and I let my mind wander, so, I look around the class, and see that Fishlegs, or Fabian is rapidly writing down notes *Sighs* you should probably know why he is called Fishlegs, not just by me, but by everyone, it's because he literally has the legs of a jellyfish, he is built up like a rugby player, even has the muscle for it, but when he got onto the field his legs turned to jelly and he left, but I personally think that his future hides in books and knowledge, so I call him Fishlegs out of honor, rather than out of pure spite. I see the twins Ruff and Tuff, or Fred and Sophie as their parent's named them, but they prefer to be called that as they are the pranking masters of the school, and have been known to get roughed up, but they are tough, so the names kind of stuck, I see a few students I rarely interact with, unless I am forced to do a project with them, over there in the corner is my burly cousin Steven/Snotlout looking out of the window, with a pencil up his nose. Next to him is Carrie, a very shy yet intellectual girl, she could possibly outsmart both me and Fishlegs, but she chooses to sit back and hide in the shadows, not interested in people knowing what kind of brain is hiding within a pretty face. The only reason I know of her knowledge is because I glance at her notes and book every time I have to hand out the books, and because I have had the privilege of looking at all student's grade reports before they're sent out (as a permanent punishment I have to help the teacher whenever she feels that she may struggle with either marking work, or writing and sending grade reports etc. But it's the person who sit's next to Carrie that always catches my attention, no matter where I am, she always catches my eye, even if I don't always catch hers. Astrid Hofferson, the Blonde Warrior, she is always in the top five in the class and can match even Snotlout when it comes to Duel Class, I know I can never catch her attention, and I will never be with her, but a scrawny kid like me can dream, right?

*Bells rings*

Oh! There is the end of math's, now we've got the best subject ever(!) In case you didn't notice, I was being sarcastic. We now have double Duel Class before the end of the day. Duel Class is where we learn how to be warriors, how to defend ourselves, how to fight, how to plan a strategy and how to overpower our opposition, the school has four Duel Teams. Two for each gender. A match would consist of six players, the six players would ride Duel Boards (I know, such an original name), Duel Boards are kind of like skateboards, except, they can lift the rider into the air, and can shoot projectiles, whether they be made of fire, lightning or some other dangerous ability, the rider would also carry one weapon, the weapon can be either a shield, or an attacking weapon. There is, as there are in every national game, a net. The purpose behind this net is to place all of the team's members into it, now, unlike the normal games where the net is at one end of the playing field, this net sleeps as the actual floor to the field, and you have to knock your opponent into it, luckily there are platforms all over the playing field for you to stand on, run across slide across, you name it, you can probably use the platforms for, on the platforms also resides the armory, where your single weapon has to be chosen from, so you can see where the main knock outs are, the quickest to the weapons obviously has the best chance of knocking the opposition off the platforms and into the net below, and once the weapon has been chosen the teams usually activate their boards and begin flying around the field blasting and knocking members off their Duel Boards.

I have of course memorized all battle plans and strategy in the past fifty years of the sport being around, and yes. I know, the game has been around far longer than that, but it's not my fault they didn't like to keep records of matches back then. If you're not familiar with the sport, then that must mean that you do not live within the Archipelago, I live in Berk. My father was quiet the player before he took over as mayor of the town, he was offered thousands of invitations to join international teams, but my grandfather forbade it.

~A few hours later~

So here I am, waiting outside the changing rooms, wearing traditional Duel Class uniform ~AN: Imagine the uniform from Tron, but without the glowing lights~ looking around the room at my team, as usual I was last picked for a team, now, unlike the school's team, there were not enough members of the class to make four separate teams, and so there is only two teams, made of mixed genders. My team features Fishlegs, Darren, Heather, Tuff… and me of course. The other team has some of the school's team, such as Snoutlout, Astrid, Erik, Carrie and Carl. Both teams have to wait until we hear a claxon, until the meantime, our coach is setting up the playing field, it is generic for the platforms to be in a straight line when the doors open and once everyone is through the doors, they start to shake, once we get to our weapons we get the extraordinary chance to try and defeat our opposition.

"Okay guys, we all know the strategy… Right?" Asked Darren, the team leader.

"Yes, Mr. Almighty, we know the strategy, run along the platform until we get to the weapons, everyone will choose a shield except you, Darren, who will choose a sword and take on Steve, once we have all gotten our weapons, we see who is left, recollect our forces, and fly as high as we can, and once we have reached the top, we will use our shield as frisbees and hopefully knock them off their Duel Boards." Heather had sighted, almost as though she had memorized the entire simple and highly unsuccessful plan.

"What should we do if we find ourselves unable to complete the plan?" Asked Fishlegs

"It's simple Fishlegs. That won't happen, we will defeat them." Darren had replied obviously arrogant about his ideas. You wouldn't believe me, but Darren is actually the captain of the Berk Pre-High Duel Class Team. I think he finds himself to be some kind of genius because he purposely chose who he thinks is really bad at the game and thinks he can still win. He has me on the team, a disaster is bound to happen.

~Claxon~

"Here we go lads, let's win this thing!" Shouted Darren before running through the open doors.

I made sure that I was the last one out, I know I'm gonna screw up in some way, so I better make sure that my team don't lose because of me.

~End Note: So this concludes the end of my first story "Living The Impossible Truth" I know it is very long, and drawn out, but trust me, things to get better, leave suggestions for how the story will play out in the review section, or PM me. I have an idea of how I will work the dragons in (I.E either as cars/motorbikes, actual dragons, or Duel Boards with personality… It's a working process)

Next Chapter: The Aftermath, The Bully and The Garage