I know, I know, this is less than okay. In my defense… I've got nothing. School? Nope. Well,enjoy the show, because I might take five years to upload again. If youve read my other story, "Maybe it was Trolls", you know that was Hiccup who started Gobber's obsession with… fairy tales? By suggesting that his socks were being stolen by trolls. This chapter'll won't have perfect continuity with that story because here Hiccup's six and it says he's eight in that story… but who cares amiright?

Year Six- Trolls

It had been a couple weeks since Hiccup had started apprenticing for Gobber, and Stoick decided to give the boy a break and take him fishing.

He was worried about the amount of time Gobber and his son were spending together. Gobber was relatively insane, and Hiccup was only a child with an underdeveloped brain. Gobber could develop it really wrong. Hiccup already came home talking about trolls, and while Gobber insisted that Hiccup made up that story, you couldn't blame him for doubting that. Immensely.

Hiccup, on the other hand, appreciated the effort, but thought fishing sounded really boring. Sit around and wait for fish to bite? No thank you.

Besides, it didn't even sound all that Vikingly. How was he supposed to be the greatest Viking warrior to ever live by fishing? How was anyone going to do that?

Stoick gave him what he needed to fish and explained what it was he had to do. To be honest, Hiccup didn't hear a word of it. When it came time to actually fish, he got a little excited. After all, they were Vikings. Maybe what he understood fishing was actually isn't what it is. Maybe it's super awesome and exciting.

But it wasn't. He just sat against a rock with a stick in his hands. He was actually falling asleep. He did want to enjoy time with his father, but it was so boring. How could he?

He almost fell completely asleep when he heard rustling in the bushes behind him. "What was that?" He muttered to himself. He something blue and furry hidden in the leaves, and knew he just had to check it out. But… his dad did seem like he really wanted to do this with him. His dad could look over, see him gone and be absolutely heartbroken.

Oh well.

Glancing at his dad, who was really into this whole "fishing" thing, he set his rod down against the rock, and crept quietly over to the trees behind them.

He took long, quiet strides for a good twenty feet until he was hidden within in the forest. He looked over to the bush with the furry thing in it,t empty. He was about to leave when he saw a blur of blue and purple zip past him, and recovered from the shock quick enough to start chasing.

He ran and ran, deep into the forest. So deep, that if he weren't so focused on the troll, he'd have realized that he could easily get lost.

Finally the troll ran through a bush. Hiccup tried to get through, but there was no getting past it. It was too tall to see over, let alone jump over, and there was nothing for him to climb. He couldn't go around it because next to it was another bush, nearly identical. In fact, there were many of these bushes, making a circle shaped fence.

Thinking quickly, he climbed the nearest and tallest tree. Speedily, he reached as high as he could go and sat atop a branch that hung over the circle. He was quite a distance above the ground, but that didn't scare him. He was mostly discouraged by this fact because he couldn't see the trolls well. He could make out they were not very big, about the size of a cat. They were blue with a purple strip that stretched from their nose and thinned along their tail. They walked on all fours, and to be honest, he imagined trolls to be a lot different.

He heard crack. It wasn't his branched, but the branch above him.

Snap!

The branch fell and hit him on his left side, making him lose his balance on fall. He fell an distance, wildly reaching around for something to hold on to. Finally, he grabbed on to a branch ten feet from the ground. He felt it tear into his skin and implanting splinters. Blood oozed out but he wasn't too worried about his injuries at the moment.

The trolls saw him. And they were not happy. Their eyes glowed red and their tail were straight up in the air. They were in a stiff stance and he could tell they were made.

Oh great.

Swinging on his branch, he hauled himself up. And jumped down behind the bush and ran. He could hear the trolls following him. They didn't have very long strides like Hiccup did, but they were fast.

Running aimlessly into the woods, he realized he didn't know where to go. Just run, he told himself. Get back to dad, get to the village, get somewhere.

He saw the end of the forest. Peering closer, he realized he had finally gotten to the village. He was happy for a full second, until he realized he couldn't take the trolls to the village. He didn't know what they were capable of. They could tear everyone to pieces!

He made a sharp turn. The trolls were agile and quick, and it didn't throw them off. Hiccup was hoping that by this time the trolls would get tired, but it was Hiccup who was getting tired. He was losing energy and fast.

He had a great amount of stamina for his age, but it was not enough. With a great burst of speed, he ran as fast as he could. Not being able to continue, he fell and rolled. He rolled right into a tree, where he decided was a good place to be eaten alive. Sighing, he realized he would die. Today.

Closing his eyes, he accepted it. He would die.

He heard the trolls getting nearer, and then screeching.

Wait… what?

He didn't think trolls screeching… dragons did.

After his episode with the trolls he forgot dragons even existed! Never in his life did he think he would be so happy to know dragons were around, for just an ounce of something familiar. This is how he would die. A dragon.

He sat up against the tree, watching the Terrible Terrors and catching his breath. It was grousome, but the dragons ripped the trolls to shreds. Realizing he was probably next, he got up and ran in the direction he remembered the village being in.

Sweating and breathing heavily, he ran up to his house. Inside his father was waiting for him.

"And where have you been?"

Panting, he replied,"Trolls."

Welp. There ya have it. Trolls. I was thinking about Stoick saving him, but then he would know about trolls so… also, after writing this, I realize that it doesn't mess up this story's continuity with "Maybe It Was Trolls." Not that the continuity actually matters…