It was hot and Hiccup Haddock was tired.

Rays of scorching sun beat down on his back.

Another day of fixing broken wheels and gears, had worn him down.

Today was a really difficult day. So many people had handed him their broken items and demanded it to be snappy.

And it certainly didn't help that Stoick's friend, Phelgma keep poking her head through the window, yelling-

"Hurry up wit' ma cart already!"

At least that was over.

Hiccup wiped his brow with his skinny arm and sat down on a broken chair.

His light-green shirt was tattered, covered in greasy spots. Bits of dust had stuck themselves to his shorts.

It was a wonder that Hiccup was still standing. Or in this case, sitting.

One last wheel to go, he thought, Thank the heavenly gods.

"Hiccup!" a voice boomed, "What are yah doin', son? Get up and finish yeh last wheel!"

And that was his father, Stoick Haddock or 'Stoick the Vast' as others called him.

Hiccup sighed and reluctantly stood up. "Yes, father," he muttered and went back to fixing the broken wheel.

Hiccup and his father Stoick lived in a small island called, Berk. It was close to the UK, so people went there to get supplies for food or clothes for Berk.

Hiccup always wanted to go there, but Stoick said no every time. He would always say, "Hiccup, if yah want tah go to the UK, then yah must find yeh own way out of Berk."

In other words, Hiccup was in Berk for the rest of his life. Unless if he sneak onto an airship.

Like that would ever happen.

Last time he tried that, it involved a half-blown airship and-well let's just say that Stoick wasn't very pleased.

Berk wasn't a bad place, it was just too ordinary, same old town, same old inventions.

Also the food was tasteless and hard as concrete and the people were bitter than Gobber's 'Yaknog'.

Whatever that was.

Nothing had really changed in Berk since the day Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, was born.

UK -how other Berkians described- was where ladies wore tight corsets with ray guns tucked underneath their heavy skirts, where men wore irregular shirts with small clocks dangling from their pockets, and where mystery was lurking at every corner.

The only common thing they had with Berk was that most devices were geared on steam. Actually most parts of the world was now depending on steam power.

Hiccup sometimes hated steam since it fogged up his cheap goggles, while he was trying to work.

It also reminded him that most things were non-reusable, which frustrated him a lot since he wanted to reuse a lot of things.

But as they say, "If yah want tah survive in Berk, yah've got tah git used tah the things around here."

Hiccup sighed and carried on fixing the wheel, when suddenly-

Ding! The steam powered clock on the table, indicated that it was time. Half-past twelve.

"Yes! It's time!" Hiccup cried and quickly started packing away his things.

He peaked his head into the house and saw Stoick, surrounded by a pile of papers, "Hey father, I'm gonna go to Gobber's Workshop now! I'll see you later!"

"Don't get into trouble!" was Stoick's reply.

Hiccup ignored his father's comment. He grabbed his brown bag, full of his notes and headed out, onto the streets. He ran quickly, trying to dodge as many people as he possibly could.

"Oof!"

"Hey kid! Look where yeh're goin'!"

"Walkin' disaster!"

"Outta mah wae punk!"

"Watch it!"

"What's wrong wit' that Hiccup?"

"Aye should see Stoic' 'bout this!"

was something he often heard in the streets.

Hiccup ran until he reached to a brown building with the words, "Gobber's Workshop. Please don't enter unles-"

He barged inside and found Gobber's mechanical creatures, flittering, tinkering and crawling all over the place.

"Hiccup!" Gobber exclaimed, "Aye! The lad's here! Ah was wonderin' when yah were ganna arrive! Fishlegs' here somewhere!"

Fishlegs Igerman was Gobber's nephew. He was a smart boy and knew his way around things.

He also loved reading and memorized at least two books a day.

Fishlegs appeared from a corner and ran to Hiccup, "Hiccup! You're here! I can finally show you!"

"Uh wha-"

"Over here Hiccup!" He dragged a confused Hiccup to a table with a large cloth, covering it.

Fishlegs took off the large cloth, revealing five, small, egg-shaped pieces of metal. "I made these," he said proudly.

"Uh..." Hiccup began, still looking confused, "What are they and what do they do?"

"Watch this," Fishlegs tapped each of the metal 'eggs' and stood back.

Suddenly the metal eggs started to shake and Hiccup could here the whirring of the gears, turning inside the eggs. Eight long legs shot out from one of the eggs. A small metal head slit out and it started to crawl across the table, shooting out steam from it's small 'tusks' at the front.

Then the other eggs began to do the same and joined the first one.

Hiccup watched as they scattered across the table, blinking their gleaming, yellow eyes. "Wow. Amazing," he whistled, "The gears and the amount of gas inside the machine...it's extraordinary. How did you make this?"

Fishlegs shook his head, eyes darting frantically across the room, "C-Can't tell you!"

"Why not?" asked Hiccup.

"People might steal my ideas," Fishlegs whispered in a worried tone.

Hiccup nodded, "Fair enough. Can I take a look at one of these?"

"Sure! Just give it back to me afterwards!" Fishlegs exclaimed, nodding and handing Hiccup a steam-powered, spider-like creature.

Hiccup studied the spider for a few minutes and turned to Fishlegs, who was looking through his collections, "What are these called?"

"I call them my robo-spiders," Fishlegs replied, walking over to with a small metal box.

"What's that for?" Hiccup pointed to the metal box.

"I put them inside this box so they won't escape too easily," Fishlegs explained, touching the robo-spiders, turning them back to metal eggs.

Interesting, Hiccup thought to himself, I wonder...

He quickly grabbed out his papers and started taking notes about these robo-spiders.

"So what do you think?" Fishlegs asked, "Is it good?"

"Good? I think it's great!" Hiccup exclaimed, grinning.

Fishlegs beamed back, "Thanks Hiccup! I'm actually thinking of selling these with Uncle Gobber's work. They're gonna cost at least two pieces of silver."

Sell these? I didn't know Fishlegs would be thinking of selling these. Hiccup thought to himself. "Hey Legs, could I buy one now?" asked Hiccup, searching for two pieces if silver in his bag. Is it in here? Wait a piece of gold! I could buy a couple of these!

"Most certainly!" Fishlegs replied, very loudly.

Hiccup handed the gold to Fishlegs, "How much of those robo-spiders could I get for this?"

"I've only got five so..." Fishlegs began

"I'll buy all!" Hiccup quickly added.

Fishlegs' grinned, "Really?"

Hiccup nodded and handed the gold to Fishlegs, "Yeah. Here you go."

Fishlegs gave the metal box to Hiccup and Hiccup put it in his bag, next to his notes.

"Well, well, show time's not over yet," Gobber interrupted, "I want to show you something as well."

"Okay. What is it?" asked Hiccup.

"Follow me." Gobber opened another door, inside his workshop and beckoned the boys to follow.

Sorry if it doesn't seem interesting at first. It'll get better. Also there might be a mixture of Clockpunk in this, but that'll only be in two or three chapters.

I might not update too often but I'll try update at least once a while you're reading this story, listen to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. It'll get you in the mood. Trust me.

-Edited-

-RedFluffyPie