Just to let you all know I'll be going back and forth between Hiccups quest and everyone on Berk. Stoick and the others are a part of this story and will meet Hiccup again. He just won't remember them at first. I do not know how to train a Dragon nor any of the Elder Scrolls games. So enjoy chapter one!


Ch. 1 Unbound

It has been 3 years since Hiccup ran away. Life on Berk was normal except for two things. One, there was no dragon raids and second, Stoick wasn't the same. His only son running away took its toll on him. Every few months he would leave Berk hoping to find his son, or at least some information about him or his whereabouts. But as always he came back home with nothing.

Stoick had just returned from another search but like always, nothing.

"Hi Stoick" Goober came by greeting his chief/friend. "So I take it you found nothing again?"

Stoick gave Gobber the no duh look and walked off with Gobber right behind him.

"It's been three years Gobber." Stoick started. "And still nothing, not even a letter."

"The boy's good at hiding I'll give him that." Gobber added.

"Just why would he do this Gobber? Why" He asked upset.

"I…might have an idea why Stoick" Gobber said.

"You do?" asked Stoick.

"Well before Hiccup got good in dragon training I notice he wasn't happy at all, especially on the first day of training." Gobber began. "And after he was chosen to kill the dragon, Hiccup did not look thrilled at all."

"What do you mean he wasn't thrilled?" Stoick asked confused and upset. "Any Viking his age would be excited for their first killing, he's always tried to prove to me that he can be a Viking."Stoick went on, remaining confused to what Gobber had told him.

"Also, looking back, I noticed every time he took down a dragon, they didn't look like they were attacked, not even a scratch on them." Gobber added.

"What are you saying Gobber? That Hiccup ran away because he didn't want to kill dragons?" Stoick asked in anger and with added confusion.

Gobber answered "Exactly."

"Well if that's true, then why didn't he tell me himself?" He asked Gobber.

"No offence Stoick, but you don't exactly listen to your son very well." Gobber snapped. "Well, better get back to work then" He said before he left the chief alone in his thoughts.

What Gobber said angered him but at the same time it made sense. The day he told Hiccup he signed him up for dragon training he was not happy at all. Plus the note he left behind, it made more sense now the more he thought about it. I'm not one of you.

"If only I'd seen the signs" The chief thought as he walked slowly to his house. "If only I'd listened to him, maybe he wouldn't have run away."

He entered his house finding it dark and lonely like always. Half the time he wished to find his son waiting for him at home, but that wish come's crashing down when reality sets back in. Stoick walked up stairs to his son's room finding it empty like always and dusty. He keeled down by his son's bed and began to cry.

"Oh Odin" Stoick said as he began to pray. "Where ever my son is please keep him safe and let him know…I am so sorry."


This is Skyrim, a land that is kissed by the sky. This land of tundra plains, forests, highlands, and mountainous regions are home to the Nords. A race of tall and sturdy humans with a resistance to the frost and they proudly call this land their home. Throughout the years the Nords have survived the harsh land of Skyrim, whether it be farming the lands or defending it from the occasional saber tooth cats.

They are now at war with the Empire; believe that they had betrayed Skyrim by signing the White-Gold Concordat with the Aldmeri Dominion at the end of the Great War, which includes the outlawing of Talos worship. To the Nords it was a slap in the face. Not only did he founded the empire and became a god when he died, but he himself was a Nord. Leading the rebellion was Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm. But sadly he and his Stormcloaks were captured by the Imperials and are now on their way to Helgin.

Among the Stormcloaks was an unconscious boy about 18 years old. He had a lean but mean build, scraggy and unkempt long brown hair to his chin with a few braids in it, wearing ragged clothing and a prosthetic left leg. Slowly he began waking up to his head throbbing in pain and the sense of motion. The young man tried to touch his throbbing head but as he tried he noticed that his hands were bound. When his vision cleared up he saw his hands were in fact bound by a strong tight cord. He slowly stood up, his head still throbbing in pain, but not as bad as it was earlier and found himself in a wagon with other men also bound like him.

"Hey you, you're finally awake" one of the men sitting across from him spoke.

"Uh…what happened?" the boy asked rubbing his head.

"You walked right into that Imperial ambush, that's what happened" the man explained. "The same as us, and that thief over there" he pointed at another man in rags sitting next to him, not looking happy at all.

"So this is Skyrim, right?" the boy asked looking around.

"I take it you're not from Skyrim. Where are you from boy?" the prisoner asked.

"I'm… from an island northwest of here" he answered. "I was traveling with a friend when, well you know what happened."

The thought of his friend worried the boy and he desperately began looking around, hoping he could spot him.

"Sorry lad, but you were the only one the Imperials found."

At that moment the man next to the solider spoke up.

"D &m you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. The Empire was nice and lazy. If they haven't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be half way to Hammerfell by now" He then looked to the boy across from him. "You there, you and me- we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"Were all brothers and sisters in bondage now, thief" the soldier stated.

"Shut up back there" the wagon rider called out.

The three kept silent until the thief spoke again, looking at another prisoner next to the boy. Only this one was gagged.

"And what's wrong with him huh?"

"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!" the solider snapped at the thief, defending the gagged man as if he was someone of great importance.

"Ulfric, the Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion." The thief said realizing who the man was. "But if they captured you…oh gods, where are they taking us?"

"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits us" the solider answered.

As the ride went on, the boy looked to the trees for any signs of his friend, knowing he will come after him. But alas there was no sign of him which worried him.

"Hey, what village are you from horse thief?" the solider asked.

"Why do you care?" he answered.

"A Nords last thought should be of home." After a moment of silence, the thief answered

"Roriksted, I'm…from Roriksted!"

"Home…." the boy thought. "It would be easier to think of home if I knew where I was from."

His green eyes stared at the floor of the wagon, depressed to what was about to happen.

"Sorry old man but it looks like I can't keep your promise" his thoughts continued.

The wagon soon arrived at a town filled with soliders and a particular group of hooded gold skinned figures.

"General Tullus, sir! The headsman is waiting" one of the Imperial soliders said to the general.

"Good, let's get this over with!" the General touted.

The Stormcloak looked at the General now talking to the gold skinned people as the thief was praying desperately to his gods.

"Look at him, General Tullius the military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. D *m elves! I bet they had something to do with this." He spoke bitterly.

"So…those are the Thalmor….." The boy thought as the wagon passed them.

"What is this place anyway?" the boy asked.

"This is Helgen" answered the solider. "I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."

The boy watched in silence as the towns folk all gathered to see what was going on. At one point he saw a father telling his son to go inside the house, not wanting him to see what was going too happened.

The wagons then stopped at a wall in the towns square right in front of a tower that was right next to an inn.

"Why are we stopping" the horse thief asked nervously.

"Why do you think? It's the end of the line." The soldier said getting up.

The boy was led out of the wagon along with the rest of the prisoners, praying to Odin that he would be let out. After all he was innocent! He simply arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Let's go, shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us" the soldier said to the boy.

The horse thief on the other hand, was panicking like crazy.

"No! Wait! We're not rebills!"

"Face your death with some courage, thief" the Stormcloak soldier told him.

"You got to tell them. We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"

"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time" a female Imperial Captain cladded in armor said pointing to the executioner and the block.

The poor boy gulped in fear.

"The empire loves there D #m list" the Stormcloak soldier said annoyed.

One by one the Imperial officer began going through the list, checking off the names as the prisoners stepped aside in front of the block.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm."

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric" the soldier said as the gagged Jarl walked away.

"Ralof of Riverwood" the Stormcloak named Ralof left after they called his name.

"Lokir of Roriksted" the Imperial Officer called next.

"No I'm not a rebel. You can't do this" the thief named Lokir panicked and ran past the officer with the list and the Captain.

"Halt!" the woman Captain called out.

"You're not going to kill me" Lokir yelled running away.

"Archers!" the Captain commanded her men. And on queue the archers fired their arrows at Lokir hitting him causing him to fall down dead.

"Not gonna try that" thought the boy.

"Anyone else feel like running?" the Captain threatened the other prisoners.

It was then that the Imperial with the list and quill noticed the 18 year old boy.

"Wait, you step forward."

The boy obeyed ant stepped forward calmly as the Imperial asked for his name. "Who are you?"

Breathing in deeply, the boy answered.

"My name is Rune Haddock. I'm from an isolated island northwest of Skyrim. I was traveling when I accidently got caught in the ambush and was imprisoned."

"Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list" the Imperial asked the Captain.

The boy named Rune prayed that he'll be set aside for questioning.

But his hopes were crushed when the Captain said "Forget the list. He goes to the block."

"By your orders, Captain" the officer said not liking it at all, but orders are orders.

"I'm sorry" the Imperial apologized to Rune. "We'll make sure to return your remains to your homeland. Follow the Captain prisoner"

Rune didn't know what was sadder. The fact that he was going to die, or the fact he had no idea where or what his homeland was, unless you count Dragon Island where he had been living for the past three years. Well at least it will be quick and painless, he thought trying to lighten the mood. General Tullius stood in front of Ulfric as he spoke to the Jarl.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, some hear in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne."

"What was going on?" Rune thought. "What was all this conflict about?"

The General then spoke again. "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace."

At that moment, a shrill roar echoed across the sky. Rune recognized it as a dragons roar. But it he could not recognized which dragon it came from. Definitely not his that was for sure.

"What was that?" One of the Imperial soldiers asked.

"It's nothing, carry on" the Captain commanded. She then turned to a priestess.

"Give them there last rights" the Captain told the priestess as she began to speak.

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt of the earth of Nirn, our beloved…"

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with!" one of the Stormcloaks yelled in frustration as he stepped forward to the chopping block.

"As you wish" the priestess said irritated.

The Captain forced the Stormcloak down on the chopping block with her boot.

"My ancestors are smiling upon me now, Imperials. Can you say the same for yours?" the Stormcloak said as the axe man raised his axe.

Rune looked away as the axe man chopped the soldiers head clean off.

"As fearless in death as he was in life" Ralof then spoke, admiring his comrade's courage.

"Next the boy in the rags" the Captain spoke as she pointed to Rune.

The poor boy was scared. He did not want to die, not like this. But then the shrill roar from earlier was heard again, only this time louder.

"There it is again. Can you hear that?"a Nord asked this time.

"I said next prisoner!" the Captain said ignoring both the roar and the Nord.

Slowly Rune walked to the chopping block. "Toothless wear are you?" Rune thought as he was praying his friend would save him before he gets his head chopped off.

He knelt down and placed his head on the bloody block. But just as the axe man was about to raise his axe something caught Rune's eye.

It was a monstrous black dragon flying across the sky heading towards Helgen.

"What in Oblivion is that!?" Tullius called out in shock as the dragon landed on the tower.

The dragon was like nothing Rune had ever seen. Black scales, as black as a Night Fury, spikes all over his body, and red eyes. The dragon's eyes spread fear down his entire body, fear that he had not felt since his battle with the Red Death.

The dragon then opened its mouth but instead of breathing out fire like most dragons do it unleashed a great force from its mouth, sending him and many others back. The force knocked Rune to the ground. When he got up he found clouds circling the sky, and fireballs falling like rain to the ground destroying the buildings around him. Everyone began to panic and run away (including the axe man).

"Come on, the Gods won't give us another chance!" Ralof yelled to Rune as he ran towards the nearby tower.

Rune quickly got up and ran to the tower, almost tripping on his prosthetic leg. Rune safely made it inside along with a couple of other Stormcloaks and Ulfric, now ungagged. Ralof quickly closed the door after Rune entered. He then asked the Jarl.

"Jarl Ulfric, What is that thing, could the legends be true?"

"Legends don't burn down villages" the Jarl spoke. "We need to move now!" He then yelled as the dragon roared again.

"I agree let's go" Rune said agreeing with Ulfric. He quickly ran up the stars with Ralof right behind him but halted when the dragon blasted through the wall and breathed fire into the building, destroying the stair case above them and killing a few men that were there. During the calamity, Rune noticed something that the dragon did before it breathed fire. He spoke "Yol…" he believed it said.

Once the dragon was done, he flew off continuing to wreak havoc upon the town.

"Looks like your goanna have to jump onto the inn's roof" Ralof said pointing at the nearly destroyed inn on the other side.

"Go we'll find another way!" Ralof ushered Rune. And with that, Rune jumped and landed on the straw roof top of the inn.

He quickly climbed down the roof and ran out until he met up with the Imperial officer who had the list of prisoners from earlier.

"Hamming, get over here! Now!" the Imperial soldier yelled as a young boy ran to the soldier and another man while the dragon landed in front of them and began to breathe fire at them. Luckily they got out of the way just in time.

"Still a live prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way" the Nord Imperial soldier said noticing Rune.

The Imperial soldier then left the boy with the other man and began running through the streets with Rune right behind him. At one point the two had to sit still in an alley way with the dragon perched on the wall next to them. It attacked some people but luckily it didn't notice the two below.

It was in that moment Rune and the Nord Imperial soldier both heard another roar. This one Rune recognized. The dragon then fell of the wall as a smaller black dragon pounced on his back and began attacking the larger dragon.

"By Mara, there's another one!" the Nord yelled in fear.

But Rune wasn't afraid; in fact he knows that dragon.

The larger dragon knocked the smaller one off its back and was about to attack him. That is until the smaller dragon fired a white flame at the he larger dragons eyes, temporarily blinding him. The dragon then stared at Rune and started moving his head as if he was saying get going. Rune nodded in reply.

"Now's our chance!" he told the Nord Imperial soldier who was still in confusion to what just happened. The two quickly ran to the other side and continued through the streets.

The smaller dragon quickly ran off as the larger dragon recovered from that attack.

"Hi yin grut hin Wahliik dovah? hi shale biis fah hin tahrovin!" (You dare betray your Creator dragon? you shall pay for your treachery). The larger dragon roared as he flew after the smaller dragon.


Oh no Toothless in in trouble! Will he be able to escape? Will Rune escape? And what did Alduin mean by Creator? Will just have to what and see. Rune is Hiccup, remember he has amnesia and Rune is an Old Norse name meaning "secret lore"….. until next time.