Hello friends, and welcome to this story! I'm super excited to get into it, as it's one of my favorite ideas I've ever had (I literally thought of it around midnight, and had a hard time falling asleep because I was so excited) . I really hope you all like it too, and find it to be a unique take on HTTYD :D
To reiterate: this story is going to be written like a journal. As such, the chapters are going to be short; they're basically diary entries after all. I apologize if short stories are not your style, but I'm really going for something different here. This fic takes place from when Hiccup was 11 to shortly into RoB (like, the first episode) and will be following his thoughts and feelings.
I really hope you all enjoy it, and let's get on with the journal!
Entry 1
I know it's probably stupid to even start something like this, considering that Vikings aren't exactly known for their feelings. Then again, I'm also not exactly the Viking type. The name's Hiccup, which probably says everything you need to know about me ("you"? No one is ever going to read this…).
Still, just to be safe, I'm starting it on page nine. Because if my dad ever finds this book, being the "real Viking" he is, I know he'll give up looking after the first three blank pages.
So, how to begin? I guess a bit about myself is good to know. As I said, my name is Hiccup. I'm eleven years old (though Snotlout would beg to differ, based on my birthday. More on him later). My dad is the chief of my tribe, which means I'm supposed to be next in line. And, finally, I'm pretty sure that the gods hate me.
If there'd been any sort of consideration on their part, I wouldn't even be writing this. No, I'd be out there with everyone else, capturing and/or killing dragons. Yes. DRAGONS.
You see, my village is sort of in the middle of a war. Not like other villages, where the fighting is between different tribes (though I've seen my fair share of that too), but where the fighting is with dragons. It's been going on since long, long before I was born, and we still haven't had any luck in stopping it. Probably never will. But that's not the point. The point is, that I'm here writing in this book while everyone else old enough to hold a sword is out there protecting the town. Because while they were gifted with skills in fighting and more muscles than Thor himself, I… was not…
Let's just say that I have a lot more brains than brawn. And that might even be an understatement. So yeah, the gods definitely hate me.
Why? I guess I'll just have to write more to figure it out.
Until next time...
-H
