Hey! So since your reading this, that means that you clicked on my story! Yay! This is my first HTTYD fanfic, so... don't be afraid to point things out. I love HTTYD, for years now! This is recreation of the first part of the movie, so yeah. Anyway ENJOY!
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I never have, and never will own HTTYD. (if I did, Odin help us all)
Chapter 1
" For the last time Hiccup! NO!" Stoick the Vast roared, slamming the door as he walked out.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock iii, face red with anger, walked out the back door, muttering and grumbling in anger. He knew he shouldn't be outside, but he always did anyway, disobeying his father time and time again. His father never knew that he would sneak out when he was away. Hiccup always figured it was because his father really didn't care and hoped he would die in the woods, like Snotlout always said, but the truth was that Stoick was too busy being a chief. Not that it was a good excuse either.
Hiccup shivered in the early March winds, wishing he hadn't forgotten his coat in the house. As he walked in the cool air, he also cooled down. He wasn't as angry anymore, still annoyed, and frustrated, but not angry. He wished his father would love him, like all the other boys, but he didn't, because he was too small and weak. At least, that's what Snotlout said.
Snotlout was the town bully, and sadly his cousin. Snotlout was a couple weeks older that him, and he never let Hiccup forget it. Always acting like he was the boss of Hiccup. And always telling Hiccup the most insulting things. And sadly, Hiccup always believed it. According to Snotlout, he was a baby, for being born on February 29, the special day that only happens once every four years. He was also weak, and skinny. He was the runt, and that's why he was called Hiccup. The twins always told him he was adopted, which is why he looked and acted nothing like his father.
So all these words put together in Hiccups "small pea brain", made him think that his father was counting down the days to kill him. Gobber always tried to cheer him up, saying that the reason his father seemed so distant is because he didn't know what to say, and that it was hard to see the child of the one he loved.
The one he loved. See that was the problem. Hiccup believed up to a certain point in his life that because he was the last thing left from his fathers true love, his father would love him even more than the rest. He was the last thing to remind anyone of the women that once was. No one talked of her anymore. Hiccup didn't even know his own mother's name.
So, after accepting the fact that his father didn't love him for himself, he tried his hardest to prove himself into love. That's what this fight was about. He was begging his dad for permission to join Dragon Training. Then maybe he could kill a dragon, and then be seen as a true son of a chief. But when he asked and breakfast, he was shut down immediately. So he walked through the wood hating himself and the people of Berk. Wishing he hadn't spent all night practising what he was going to say in the morning. All these thought went through his 15 year old head, as he walked deeper in to the forest, on the first of March.
"Happy Birthday to me...
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"What am I going to do with him?" Stoick grumbled, taking a sip from his cup. " He just doesn't understand why I do what I do!"
Behind him, Gobber chuckled, Fixing a weapon for the chief.
" Maybe it's because you never tell him why."
" What? Why should I tell him why!? I'm his father! He should just obey and listen!" Stoick said slamming his mug on the table. Gobber just shook his head, switching out his hook.
" No Stoick, it's you who doesn't understand. Hiccup is special, and he doesn't even know it!"
Stoick stopped for a moment in thought. When Gobber didn't hear a response, he continued.
" That nephew of yours, and his friends pick on the poor boy, and with you always trying to avoid him, he believes that you hate him. I try to tell him otherwise, but he just doesn't understand."
Stoick let out a deep sigh, rubbing the bridge between his eyes.
" Then what do you suppose I should do with him? The village thinks I should tie him to a boat and sail him away, like your supposed to do with a runt. He always causes trouble!" Stoick fumed.
" I suggest, that you give him a chance. Maybe a bit of responsibility!" Gobber chuckled, handing back the weapon to the chief.
" Gobber, you need to be responsible to be given responsibility." Stoick reminded. The two were silent, as Gobber began cleaning a small workshop in the corner, full of papers, and new weapons, weapons Stoick had never seen. Stoick got up with groan, and walked over to where Gobber was cleaning, admiring a certain mechanism.
" Gobber, what's this?" Stoick questioned, to which a smirking Gobber replied,
" Aye, it's a weird thingy that shoots nets!"
Stoick raised an eyebrow, quite impressed, as he began to examine it.
" It's well built, and thought out. I assume it's ready for battle?" Stoick asked. Gobber chuckled.
" Don't ask me, it's Hiccup who invented and built it."
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"DRAGONS!"
The alarm sounded immediately throughout the village, and almost at once, the village that was quiet, only moments ago, was now alive and busy, preparing for the attack. Meanwhile, up in the forests, Hiccup was slowly making his way home, not looking forward to seeing his father. He was trying to think of what he would say. He supposed that he could just walk up to his room and ignore his dad, it's not like his dad wanted to talk to him, or even cared.
He could see the lights from the village, and began to slow his pace, still trying to figure out what to do. Maybe he could just go to Gobber's place, and hide out there for sometime. He gave himself a small nod, deciding to do accordingly, but as he walked to the forge, he heard the familiar alarm, followed by that amazing word he heard almost everyday.
"DRAGONS!"
At first, Hiccup thought nothing of it, he wasn't really allowed to go out and help, he was just an embarrassment to everyone, but, he could try once again to prove his worth. He began running as fast as his scrawny legs could take him to the forge, keeping an eye out for Gobber or his father. He didn't want anyone stopping him. Once he confirmed that the cost was clear, he rushed in, and began to bring out the large mechanic device he had invented. His head jerked when he heard the clattering of metal, followed by a large yelp from Gobber. Hiccup knew he didn't have much time, so he quickly covered up the device with a cloth and stood awkwardly beside it, trying to hide the look of guilt on his face as Gobber came in.
" Oh, h-hey Gobber!" Hiccup stuttered nervously. Gobber paid no attention to Hiccup and his suspicious behaviour and gave a small wave before answering.
" H'llo there Hiccup. You didn't happen to see my favourite axe anywhere, did you?" Gobber asked.
" Nope!" Hiccup said with a fake grin.
" Um, but I think I saw it over by the tools." Hiccup suggested, trying to get Gobber to go away. Gobber gave a quick glance, and as luck would have it, it was there. A grin broke on Gobber's face as he gave the boy a pat of the shoulder.
" Aye, thanks Hiccup. Now you stay here, I don't need your father getting mad at me for your little rebellion!" Gobber warned. Hiccup bit his lip awkwardly looking around. He wasn't really listening, but was nodding nonetheless. Gobber quickly left, giving out a loud war cry, and Hiccup also made his departure. He ran through the darker parts of the village, where no one could see him with this giant invention. He finally found a cliff, farther from the village, so no one could see him, and try to scold him for running out. It was also quieter out here, and that meant better focus.
"Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at..." Hiccup muttered staring off into the dark sky, waiting. Then, he heard it. The loud shriek. The ultimate prize. The dragon no one has ever seen. The -
'NIGHT FURY!"
Reactions came immediately, and no one tried to shoot it down, no one tried to hurt it. All they could do was avoid it. It never stole food, it never showed it self, and never missed. It was the unholy offspring of lighting and death itself. And Hiccup was determined to shoot it down and kill it. His eyes were peeled open, waiting for it, for the right moment to strike, when there, right in the corner of his eye, he saw it. Or at least it's figure. Out of reflex, he shot it, the net with rocks on the end of each corner soaring through the air. The beast must have sensed it, and knew it was to late, for he shot at Hiccup, refusing to go down without a fight. Hiccup quickly dodged, leaping into a ditch beside him, but his precious invention, was blown to pieces. Little bits that all fell down the side of the cliff into the open ocean.
On all fours, Hiccup peeked over the edge, glancing at the remains of his invention, giving a deep sigh. This was soon interrupted by a loud shriek of terror and pain, and Hiccup quickly jerked his head up to see the dragon falling. Falling down toward Raven's Point. Falling. Falling. Suddenly, realization hit him.
"I hit it. I hit it! OH YES I HIT IT!" HE cheered. Now all he had to do was find and kill it. Then he would be worthy of his father.
Hiccup quietly sneaked in through the back door, hoping his father wouldn't see him. To his relief, he saw his father just outside the front door, discussing the damage with the villagers. All he had to do was get to his room and grab his book, and sneak out the back door once more.
Quickly up the stairs, but quietly, Hiccup cringed at the creaking of the door, hoping it wasn't as loud as it seemed. Once he confirmed his father was still out, he began rummaging the room, looking for the charcoal pencil. The book was on his desk. Like he left it, but the pencil always managed to roll away. There wasn't much time, and he was beginning to believe he would have to just leave the book behind, when he finally found it, hidden by the foot of the bed.
His father was still talking, thankfully, now all Hiccup had to do was get outside... He could see the door, and he was reaching for the handle, almost there...
"Hiccup?"
Darn it. He was caught. Hiding his book and pencil behind him, he turned around giving a nervous smile.
" Oh hey dad... W-what's up?" Hiccup stammered. Stoick raised an eyebrow, and glanced behind Hiccup, to see the backdoor. Stoick's face grew concerned.
" Were you trying to sneak out?" Stoick questioned.
" Uuuummm, not exactly..." Hiccup drawled. Stoick's frowned deeped.
" You know your not allowed to go outside!" Stoick scolded. Annoyance clearly covered Hiccup's face, not guilt or shame as his father expected.
"Yea I know. I'm too much of an embarrassment and I could hurt people out there! Oh no look out! It's Hiccup!" Hiccup said bitterly. He had heard the "jokes" the town made about him when they thought he wasn't around. Stoick bit his lip awkwardly, not sure on what to say now. Hiccup just stared at the floor. Finally, Stoick broke the silence.
"I came to tell you to come down, I need to announce something to the village." Stoick sighed as he got up and walked out.
Hiccup groaned fearfully. This was probably when his father announced Snotlout as his new heir, and banished Hiccup forever. He slowly made his way down the steps of the house, following his father, preparing for the worst. Stoick stepped up to his place in the great hall, Hiccup reluctantly making his way beside him. Hiccup quickly scanned the crowd. A large percent of people were confused, and also expecting the worse. The worst in their minds were running out of food, or the death of someone important.
In the back row, with the other teens stood Snotlout, smirking. He clearly was thinking the same thing as Hiccup, somehow... Hiccup's thought were interrupted by Stoick's booming voice.
" As you all know, I'm leaving tomorrow morning for the conference of the chiefs," Stoick began. Nods and murmuring swept through the crowd.
" I will not be gone for more than two weeks, and the village seems stable, as discussed with my fellow warriors. The sheep are plentiful and the first snow isn't expected till next week, and it should be light, thank Thor." Stoick sighed. By now the villagers were giving confused looks to one another, not sure where this was headed.
" So before I leave you all, we need to establish who is in charge while I'm away," Snotlout began to walk up, with a similar smirk to his father Spitelout, who was in the middle rows on the crowd. Hiccup stared at the floor, sweating slightly, waiting for the embarrassment. He tried to avoid the disproving scowls of the village. Snotlout finally made his way up to the stage, smirking to Hiccup, who wasn't looking and shaking the chief's hand, all while waving to the village.
The chief tugged his hand away, with a confused look on his face, before gently pushing the boy in front of him out of the way.
" I am leaving Hiccup in charge while I'm away."
Well, I guess I'll leave it there. Please tell me what you think, if I should improve, if there was something that seemed off, (I make a lot of mistakes) or even if you have an idea! I love to hear it! Bye!
