Hiccup opened his eyes. Slowly blinking he studied his surroundings, when suddenly he remembered what had happened. "Nigh Fury!" He shouted as he sat up sweat rolling down his forehead as his eyes darted around the room for the creature...but there was nothing but walls that surrounded him..

He was no longer in the forest where he was about to kill the dragon but sadly his heart had gotten in the way and he ended up cutting the ropes that held the dragon down...he could of easily called to his father and be a hero, a legend but at the time all he thought about was the way the dragon had looked back at him...he was the same, Hiccup saw himself when he looked into the bright yellow green eyes of the dragon.

Now that he sat in his room in his bed...he thought maybe it was all just a dream.

It was so clear that it had to be a dream...I mean Hiccup shooting down a Night Fury that no other Vikings has ever seen? So how did someone like Hiccup manage to shoot one down with nonetheless his crappy invention!?

It was stupid, he was by far the worse Viking that has ever existed. He was a joke...

So there was no way in hell that Hiccup the worst Viking ever shot down the legendary Night Fury.

With a sigh he jumped outta bed as he combed his fingers through hair brown hair, he straightened his fur vest and pulled down his green top before making his way down stairs where his father sat stirring a pot of soup. He quickly and quietly made his way to the door while his fathers back was to him humming a song that hiccup only heard a few times before slowly opening the door and ran out quickly shutting it behind him.

With a sigh he walked around the village, the sky was becoming dark with gray clouds. He was more then use to the storms and snow that hit Berk almost everyday. He didn't really mind it though since that made him feel more at home...if it had suddenly stopped and became worm and sunny, flowers growing everywhere, it'd just be weird.

He narrowed his eyes when he heard laughter coming from beside him a few feet away. Astrid stood her arms crossed over her chest as Snotlout tried flirting with her. Rolling his eyes he carried on.

He liked Astrid a lot, but he knew Snotlout had a better chance with her then he ever would, he'd try to talk to her but she only ignored him, he knew she hated him just like everyone else but he tried to not let it bother him to much. It wasn't that big of a deal anyway, he wasn't going to be a baby about it.

After awhile of just waking around he decided it was time to head home.

When he reached his house his father was standing in front of the fireplace messing with the flames mumbling to himself as Hiccup tried to be as quite as possible as he climbed up the stairs only for his father to suddenly call out his name.

"Hiccup.."

He paused, ignored with himself he turned to his father standing up right. "Dad..uh...I have to talk to you dad.." His father turned to him clapping his hands together. "I need to speak to you too son."

They both straightened taking a breath they spoke at the same time. "I've decided I don't want to I think it's time you learn fight dragons. to fight dragons."

They both snapped there heads toward each other. "What?" They both said with wide eyes.

"Uh, you go first." Stoick said, "N-no you go first." Hiccup

Replied with a nod as he climbed down the large steps. "Alright. You get Your wish...dragon training. You start in the morning."

Hiccups eyes grew wide as he scratched the back of his neck. "Oh man, I should've gone first. Uh, cause I was thinking, you know we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough bread-making Vikings, or small home repair Vikings..."

"You'll need this!" His dad says tossing a axe into Hiccups small arms, he pulls it to his chest as he quickly shakes his head. "I don't want to fight dragons." His dad let out a laugh of amusement as he begun to turn around. "Come on. Yes you do." He said between his laughter as if it was the stupidest thing he's ever heard.

Hiccup took a step forward, almost falling over due to the weight of the axe. "Rephrase. Dad I can't kill dragons!" He said his voice cracking a little as he silently begged his father to just understand and drop it, but as always that didn't happen as his dad turned gesturing toward Hiccup. "But you will kill dragons."

"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't!" His dad stepped closer to him. "It's time Hiccup."

"Can you not hear me!?" Hiccup said shaking his head as he stared into his fathers eyes. "This is serious son!" Hiccup's eyes grew wide as the axe was snatched away from him. "When you carry this axe" He handed it back to hiccup making him almost fall over as the axe fell into his arms.. "You carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us." He grabbed the axe pulling it up which pulled Hiccup with it. "You talk like us." He then grabbed Hiccup's shoulders making him stand up straight. "You think like us. No more of..." He gestured to him. "This.."

"You just gestured to all of me.." Hiccup said rolling his eyes. "Deal?"

Hiccup narrowed his eyes. "This conversation if feeling very one sided.."

"Deal!?" His father snapped making Hiccup sigh in defeat. "Deal..." He mumbled.

"Good." Stoick said as he reached down picking up a huge brown bag and throwing it over his shoulder. "Train hard." He said making a fist before reaching out for his helmet and placing it on his head as he started for the door taking a glance at his son who was staring after him. "I'll be back, probably."

"And I'll be here...maybe.."

The door squeaked open then slammed shut leaving hiccup standing alone feeling defeated and hurt.

He dropped the axe onto the floor as he turned on his heals racing up the stairs slamming his door behind him as loud as he could.

He hated his dad...he hated everyone! He just wanted to disappear from all of this! He hated Vikings for how they had to be strong and love fighting, he hated how you had to be perfect or you'd be an outcast just like Hiccup. He hated dragons, because of them he was put in this position..he hated everything.

His vision became blurry with tears, he immediately wiped them away before sitting on the edge of his bed trying to keep the tears at bey but it wasn't that easy, his eyes begun to burn and a sob left his lips and the tears just begun to pore outta his eyes like the rain on a spring day.

He felt worthless, like a piece of trash that needed to be thrown away.

He was noting but a nuisances. Silently he fell onto his side barring his face into the pillow as he cried letting out all his

frustration.

He had no friends, his dad hated him, no one believes in him and everyone wants him gone..

He laid there for what seemed like hours before getting up

rubbing the wetness from his eyes as he opened his door making

his way down into the empty living room, the smell of the soup

that his father was cooking just hours ago filled the whole room

Making his stomach growl.

Rolling his eyes he grabbed a wooden bowl and scooped up some

letting it pour into his bowl. He smiled as he noticed it was

his favorite..

He sat at the table as he slowly ate, he never really ate with

his father, so this was nothing new, eating alone.

After he was done he walked back up stairs to his room where he closed the door and laid down going to sleep with a full tummy.

Jack let the wind carry him to the North Pole, a frown on his

Face the whole way there.

Is this what he wanted? Was he really going to give the snow

globe back? Would he be okay with that...never seeing the world he saw as home. His true home? Would he forget like he

desperately wanted to or would he dream of going back every

second of everyday?

His hands clutched around the globe as he stood feet from the

North Pole. He stared for a minute biting down on his lip and

Squeezing his eyes shut he snapped out "take me to the Vikings

And dragons!" He then slammed the globe down as the colors

formed and he stepped toward it. "Jack!" Yelled a Russian voice

Making Jack snapped his head around to see none other then

Santa as he tried reaching out for the white headed boy, but

Before he could reach him he was gone into the portal.