HEEEYYY IT'S HOPE! I'm sooo glad you guys liked Wolf Spirit so far. Now this is my first time doing this so please don't hold back any suggestions, ideas or constructive criticism. Sorry I haven't been updating, it's been like… 2 years… yea… anyway… I hope you enjoy this chapter! Enjoy!


Hiccup had always been different. It's been that way since he was born.

The only person who understood was taken away before the age of one.

Then he found Gothi, and he wasn't so scared anymore, not so alone.

But, he still felt alone, not even Gothi, who gave her best, who tried her everything, could fully understand. Not even the wolves, his only friends, could understand what he was going through, how helpless. How scared. How very alone he was.

How it felt to be different from everyone else. How it felt to be looked down upon, the chief's son, who could do nothing right. A disaster. A mistake.

Pushed aside, ignored like a bad smell. Not quite invisible, still there, only needed when the blame was pushed around.

Gobber, the uncle he never had, had given him a job at the forge as an apprentice. Finally he felt he could do something other than help out Gothi, not that he minded of course, he loved Gothi dearly, he just needed someone else he could talk to, who'd understand just that a little bit more.

Fishlegs would talk when no one was around, when no one could see him. They didn't talk much, hardly anything at all, but they bonded none the less, quietly over the love of knowledge and the few books kept on Berk (which wasn't many). Vikings tended to kill more than read, brawn over brains – Reading was generally frowned upon.

Berk. Twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.

The village? In a word, sturdy, and it's been here for seven generations, but, every single building is new. There is fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.

The only problem is the pests.

Hiccup opened the front door, spying a dragon that landed on a nearby roof.

You see, most places have mice, or mosquitoes. Berk has

"Dragons."

Hiccup breathes, slamming the door shut, just as a Monstrous Nightmare spewed fire at the hut, he was starting to feel uneasy due to the amount fire being casually thrown about.

Waiting a few minutes, Hiccup shoved the door open, spreading out his senses; he looked around the area, smelling nothing, he rushed through the door, ignoring all the burning houses, and Vikings fighting with dragons. He didn't like fire that much and thinking about it made the uneasiness worse, even though he was slowly getting over that fear. Gothi had said it was normal for a Wolfblood to fear fire, it was a natural instinct, and that it took his mother a while to get over her fear too, but that instinct would never leave completely.

Hiccup dodged Vikings and buildings alike as he ran towards his destination, the forge.

"Hiccup?! What is he doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" Yelled a buff man, as he grabbed the small boy by the cuff of his collar with his meaty hand, before sighing and dropping him back on the ground in clear disappointment.

The wolf-child winced as the large viking garbbed the nearest object (a wooden cart, luckily not him), and threw it at a dragon, knocking it out of mid-air.

Shaking his head, he continued on his journey to the forge, continuing to dodge everyone and everything in his path.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!"

Hiccup rolled his eyes at Gobber's remark, thinking sarcastically, 'love you to Gobber' before replying,

"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm Waaaay to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this!" Hiccup gestured towards his (skinny) body.

This time Gobber rolls his eyes.

"Well, they need toothpicks don't they?"

Hiccup huffed, ignoring Gobber, and grabbed his apron from the hook it was sitting on.

He leaned out the window watching the teens, carrying buckets of water to put out fires, 'I would be doing that to' he thought 'but, I'm nowhere near ready to go that close to the fire, not to mention he was scrawny, but he still thought it would be cool to have a job like that.' Hiccup stilled as he felt Gobber's hook, catch his shirt and drag him away from the window.

"Oh, come on. Let me out, please? I have to make my mark!" Hiccup ranted, even though his fear of fire, the desire to explore and go out was drowning out the mild fear of fire.

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!"

Hiccup groaned, he needed to do something! He was going crazy in here! Adrenalin was pumping through his body; the fighting throughout the village was driving his need for action crazy! He needed to get out!

"Please, two minutes. I-I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!"

He needed to get out! He was feeling claustrophobic in the heat. The smell of smoke and the small size of the forge wasn't helping, it was almost – if not worse – than being inside during the day of a full moon.

"You can't lift a hammer,"

'Well he could, but that would be suspicious'. Thought Hiccup

"You can't swing an axe,"

'He didn't really like axes all that much, too bulky'.

"You can't even throw one of these!" Yelled Gobber, snatching a bola seemingly out of nowhere and throwing it out the forge window, hitting a Gronkle on the full, and sending it crashing to the ground.

Hiccup smiled lightly at that. Yes he could. He ran into the back room and dragged out his new invention.

"Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me!"

He smiled, patting the machine gently on the side, accidently activating the trigger. The device opens, firing at the Viking next in line for a weapon.

Gobber turns, "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!"

"Mild calibration issue…"

Gobber sighs, rubbing his forehead in frustration with his good hand.

"Don't you- no- Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop"

Gobber waves his hook around, gesturing to Hiccup

"This."

"B-but, you just pointed to all of me!" Hiccup protested hoping he wasn't going into this conversation all over again.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!"

'That would be nice', thought Hiccup.

"Ohhhh…"

"Ohhhh, yes." replies Hiccup, pointing at Gobber in defiance.

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw… Viking-ness… contained. There will be consequences!"

Hiccup raised his arms gesturing to himself, as he argued with Gobber.

'More like wolf-ness, and a very dangerous game indeed'. Hiccup corrects in his mind.

Gothi had given him a stern lecture multiple times to be careful and not let the wolf out. Be one with the wolf, yes, don't shut it away. Work with it, be in harmony with it, but do not show anything on the outside - No glowing eyes when he feels strong emotions, no matter what!

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."

Hiccup scoffed under his breath. He sighed, grabbing a sword, making an effort of dragging the sword over to the grinder. The sword was heavy, yes, but not that bad. He was getting better at controlling his strength. Still getting stronger, but at the same time keeping his strength in check. No one would pay attention to a Viking who could barely lift a sword, after all most Vikings were more brawn than brains.

An explosion sounds, startling nearby Vikings.

"Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there!"

'Yes! A chance! He couldn't take this any longer!' Hiccup screamed in his head.

"Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean."

He nodded, biting his lip to stop him smiling.

As soon as he was out of sight, Hiccup dropped the sharpened sword on the counter, and dragged the bolas launcher out the door and up the hill, ignoring all the yelling as he passed.

"Yea, I know! Be right back!"

'Not'.

He pulled open the catapult, dragging the string back and aimed towards the sky.

"Come on, come on. Gimmie something to shoot at, Gimmie something to shoot at."

He knew it was coming; it came this time most nights. The Night Fury.

Hiccup narrowed his eyes, spotting the shadow. Bull-ya! Being a Wolfblood certainly had its advantages.

He heard the shriek as the Night Fury aimed for the watch tower. It fires, lighting up the area. Hiccup shoots.

Hiccup smiles. He hit it! He watched as the dragon screeched and fell from the sky, landing somewhere on the opposite side of the island.

"Oh, I hit it! Yes! I hit it! Did anybody see that?!"

A Monstrous Nightmare climbs up the cliff, smelling the air.

'Darn it, it could smell him. The wolf.'

It advances, crushing the launcher in the process. Hiccup sighs in disappointment since he had worked so hard on the launcher.

His mind blanks.

"Except for you…"

Hiccup screams, running down the hill.

Spying a torch pole, he ran behind it sensing the dragon approach. Hesitant. It fires at the pole, setting it alight. The only thing he could come up with was 'Why was it made from wood again?'

Stoick punches the Nightmare in the head, it tries to fire, dropping a few droplets of faming liquid instead.

"You're all out."

Stoick punches the dragon. It dodges, flying away.

The torch pole collapses from flames, the torch rolls down the village, allowing Deadly Nadders to escape. Hiccup Winced.

"Sorry. Dad."


CHAPTER 1 COMPLETE! FINALLY! I'm going at my own pace (school and such) so I'll update when I can. Hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. Constructive criticism is welcomed you know. Till next time!

-Hope!

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Edit: 9/10/2018 – Changed POV to Third Person (well tried)