Many consider music and literature to be two completely different forms of artistic media. I find myself disagreeing with that. It is true that both aren't perceived the same way and don't stimulate the same parts of the brain ect... But I nevertheless believe that a piece of writing can be illustrated with a piece of music the same way it can be illustrated by a painting or picture. I write while listening to music and it helps me put myself in the mood, and that is why I will indicate for every chapter a piece of music I think illustrates best the scenes and mood of it.

If you find yourself disagreeing. That's fine. Music is a question of perception and I would be glad to hear your suggestions in the reviews ! I always love discovering new pieces of music.

For this chapter : Warriors - By Imagine Dragons. Because the lyrics match Hiccup's situation so well and the power of the beat of the song reminds me of his inner turmoil at this point in the story.

So, without further ado... We join young Hiccup in his social struggles and ( also young ) Toothless, who finds himself having to make a leap of faith if he ever wants to fly again.

Rant Over

Hiccup opened the front door to his house and stepped in. He was engulfed in heat and he noticed his father by the hearth in the middle of the room with his back turned towards him. The boy closed the door as gently as possible so as not to make any noise and crept towards the stairs to his room.

" I need to speak with you son..." Sighed Stoick.

Hiccup froze mid-way to the stairs before giving up and turning to his father. " Yeah...I need to talk to you to dad." Mumbled the boy as his father towered over him. They both drew a deep breath before talking at exactly the same time.

" I think it's time you start to fight dragons."

" I really think I don't want to fight dragons."

" Huh ? "

" Huh ? "

His father gestured Hiccup to speak. " You go first son..."

" Ok...Dad, I don't want to fight dragons."

Stoick merely laughed and slapped Hiccup's shoulder making him grunt. " What are ya' talking about of course ye wanna fight dragons ! "

Hiccup's shoulders sank." Errr...No. Dad. I'm quite sure I can't..."

" But you will..."

" Wha- Wha-...What do you mean ? " Stuttered the boy, confused by what the man was suggesting.

" You get yer wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning. While I go look one more time for the nest before the ice sets in."

" Uh...Dad. Rephrase : I can't kill dragons."

" Gobber will teach you..."

" Can you not hear me ?! "

" ...you'll learn."

" N-No it's not about learning...It's-.." But the lad never got the chance to finish his sentence for the bulky man shoved a heavy battle-axe into the boy's weak arms making him groan.

" Listen to me Hiccup ! "

Oh boy...He's ticked...

" This isn't a game ! You're a Viking...Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. When you carry this axe you carry all of us with you. You're a Viking now Hiccup, now start acting like one. "

Both of them stared into each other's eyes. Hiccup with a beaten, pleading expression. Like a puppy that has been kicked once too many times. Stoick glared with anger, disappointment and a tinge of shame. Hiccup drew a deep breath.

I'm no Viking.

The released his grasp and the axe fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Stoick simply stared in shock as the thin boy solemnly walked out he back door of the house in silence.

He had left the house in tears, the discussion with his father had once again broken something inside the boy. So he had orientated his mind towards other things, anything but his father. And while his feet brought him to the forge, his mind brought him to the night fury he shot down. He felt guilty, terribly guilty. Now because of him the fury couldn't fly any more, thus, it was doomed to live a sad and desperate life, forever stuck to the ground. Not only that but it was stuck on Berk, the worst possible place for a dragon. It was all his fault. And then the penny dropped. Hiccup realized that not only did he have to help the dragon recover, but that it was also his duty to help him fly again. And so Hiccup took it upon himself to make sure that the dragon could fly again once it regained it's strength.

He was in for a busy night...

" Hey Toooothleeesss ? " Cooed Hiccup as he trudged into the cove, carrying a heavy basket full of fish. He sat it down and knocked it over with his foot, the fish spilt out in a slimy stinky pile. " Where are ya' bud ? "

Suddenly the dragon came bounding out of nowhere and greeted the boy with a yap.

" Hey buddy ! How are ya ? " The dragon ignored him and danced over to the pile of fish and started eating. " Well, your much better than when I found you a week ago ! " Chuckled the boy as he scratched the back of his head while staring down at the big black dragon as it swallowed it's lunch at unnatural speeds. When Toothless finished, Hiccup took off the bandages around the dragon's paw, only to find a dark scar.

" Well that healed better than expected...It's only been a little over a week ! " Toothless gargled with an air of success as he scratched the scar with his nose. That itch had been driving him crazy for days.

"Now let's see your tail." Said Hiccup as he squatted down next to the bandaged tail. He undid the bandage as the dragon lay still on the ground, with a sad, mourning expression. Hiccup ran a finger along the bubbly grey scar where the tail-fin once was. He pursed his lips and shook his head.

" You're not gonna be able to fly ever again...All because of me..."

Toothless wailed sadly. He knew all too well. Grounded dragons went insane eventually, they died after a while. Either of starvation or of a longing for the sky.

" Unless..."

The dragon perked his ears up, and his wide eyes glinted with something. Was it hope ? Hiccup drew his invention from the basket and set it down on the ground before the night fury.

" This should help us to fly." He grabbed the artificial tail-fin and moved to the dragon's tail. He kneeled down besides the tail and started clipping on the new fin, but Toothless grunted and pulled his tail away.

" No, Toothless...Please just..." Hiccup sighed and got walked over to the dragon's head and kneeled down before his face. He could feel hot air blow his hair back as Toothless huffed. The boy put a hand on the dragon's nose who tensed to his touch and peered into his eyes.

" Look, Toothless. You need to trust me. If we want to fly, this is the only way. It's just like when we first met, just like the bandages. You need to trust me... Do you trust me ?"

Both stared into each-other's eyes in silence. The dragon let out a loud huff which obviously meant " OK... "

The leap of faith.

Trust.