Me: Hello my fellow HTTYD fans, happy Halloween!

So who has seen the newest trailer for HTTYD 3? I have and – little Hiccup is so adorable! Who agrees?! …Sorry off topic here…'cough'

So someone gave me a story idea and I have thought about it and I've like it. So I tried to see if I can picture what he gave me and poof we got a story. It will be based only on the Heather episodes and a bit of the new movie HTTYD…I'll wait until I see it though.

I'll continue if you guys like it. So base on your reviews, likes and views, then I will see if I am going to continue or not. Though if you guys want to know what happens if Heather had someone with her during her ordeals, then I will continue as well.

More than Life: Extended, I'm currently working on it, but no promises when I am going to update it. Since I am waiting word when I am going to get a surgery to remove the tumors (not cancer) in my liver. During my wait, I will see if I am going to continue this story or not…(even though I am dying to know as well.) Enjoy!

Summary: What if Heather had someone with her…like a brother figure when she was captured by Alvin or when she was looking answers for her missing father. Well, let's find out, shall we? Requested story by the core of justice.

I don't own HTTYD or the characters. The OC belongs to the core of justice.

A young dark skin boy with black hair and dull green eyes was sitting on a dark corner, chained to the wall. He was curled up trying to keep warm from the coldness of the ship below deck. The young child was crying out as not too long ago, a bunch of Romans attacked and killed all of his family before capturing all of the children.

He tried to run, he tried but there were too many and was captured with his friends and cousins.

The Romans have them separated and not sure what has happened to most of them, but he has a feeling that he would not going to see them again. The child looked up to see some unfamiliar Africans woman and children chained up to the wall or bounded from their arms and legs.

The young boy moved a bit, trying to get comfortable when two Roman soldiers came in.

"Can't believe the general got us lost!" shouted the Roman soldier.

"Aye, and now it's going to take us who knows how long to get back home. Hopefully we don't bump in to some bunch of smelly, barbaric Vikings and treasure hunting Pirates. No proper education those bunch of rats."

"Like this bunches of rats down here…"

The Roman laughed, "They'll learn their place – as slaves! Who knows how many of Lords and Ladies back home need help."

"Let's see if they can, Appius. It's going to be a waste if we picked up some brainless servants."

The child went deeper into his small corner, watching in fear as the Romans were kicking and beating the others before leaving. The child's lip twitched before hiding his face, crying his eyes out while trying to hide in his little corner.

Without realizing it, the child fell asleep but was woken up from fighting noises and metal clashes coming from the upper deck. He was slightly confused, but had some hope that someone had come to help them.

Slowly, getting up from his corner, he walked as far as the chain allowed him and listens into the fight. He stood there for a minute before yelping and landing on his butt as the doors spring open. There standing on top of the stairway were three buff looking men, but their skin color was slightly tanned and were wearing helmets with horns.

"Now, what do we have here?"

"They look like people but their skin color…it's different. I wonder if they are from a different…um place."

"Could be Var, but let's inform Oswald about them. They must be good people if those blasted Romans captured them."

Var nodded, "Listen everyone…um, do not fear. We mean no harm. We're going to take you somewhere safe now."

The young child titled his head, not knowing much what the strange dressed man was saying. The only words he did understand were 'no harm' and 'safe' which means these people did save them. He gave a huge grin on his face when the strange men unchained him and the others.

Sadly, when he tries to find his mother and cousins, he finds out that they were killed by the Romans before he was shipped off. The young child was sitting on the upper deck while the strange looking men were navigating the waters with much ease than the Romans did.

'Do…they live around here?' thought the boy.

That's when one of the strange walked up to him. He took off his helmet and gave him a smile, "Hey there lad, what are you doing here alone?"

The child didn't understand what he was asking so he stayed silent.

"Mm, can't talk yet lad? That's fine. You look quite young. Our Chief has two children, a boy and a girl. The boy, Dagur is about five while the girl, Heather is about to be three. Such a sweat child, Heather is while Dagur is a wild boy – Berserker wild! I bet the Chief is proud to have such a daring lad as an heir…"

As the stranger talked, the young child even though he couldn't understand him listened until they reached to a large island. He followed the strange looking men and spotted a few more in the strange island.

One of them was surrounded by two buff men.

"Chief, we rescued this ship load of women and children from those Romans," said Var. "But their skin color is quite different from us and it would seem like they don't understand Norse."

Oswald nodded, "We will help them with the language in due time. Are there any orphan children in the ship?"

"Aye, about almost all of the children are alone and only about ten women or so," replied Steinmod Audunson.

"Right, gather around the village," ordered Oswald before all of them covered their ears. Oswald sighed, "Looks like Dagur is at it again. I'll be back."

The young boy watched the strange man walked away from them before seeing the other strange men and woman heading to what it looks like the center of the village. One of the strange men stood in the middle of the crowd.

"Listen up you lot! There are orphan children found in a slavery Roman ship that needs parents of their own! If you want the challenge to raise a different skin child, come up here and select a child or two to raise as your own! Be warned, they don't understand our language yet!"

The young boy watched a few couples walked over him and the other African children. They started to pick them up with a smile on their faces before taking them away from him.

He was starting to feel alone…abandon…angry…so many different emotions when he saw two figures standing in front of him. He slightly narrowed his eyes at them, not knowing if he can trust them or not.

"Dear, I know you don't understand us but we would like to adopt you and be our son," said a woman with dark braided hair and has light blue eyes. She gave him a sad look, "I was unfortunate from the gods of Thor that I can't bear a child. It will make me and my husband happy if you say yes to our offer."

The young dark skin boy looked at them and saw the loneliness but hopefulness in their eyes. He looked around to see the other strangers caring for the other African children and seeing that they mean no harm either. He turned back to the woman and gave a slight nod.

"Oh wonderful!" squeaked the woman, happily. "Did you see that Hallmund? He agreed!"

The man standing next to her had curly black hair, his skin was slightly tan and his eyes were light brown. Hallmund gave a small smile, "I saw Unn and I must say this boy is very observant – he'll make a great warrior! What's your name child?"

The young boy smiled a bit, knowing what the strange man was asking.

"Otieno."

"My, what a unique name you have child," said Unn. She patted his head, kindly, "Don't worry, you'll learn our language in no time. Come let's show you your new home, dear."

Otieno titled his head but recognize the words 'new' and 'home' so he grabbed hold onto the woman's hand where she and the man guide him to a wooden building, his new home.

Within a week, Otieno got used to being in his new life. He even got the hang of the new language and would start speaking to his adopted parents.

Not only that but he has a new friend.

His new mother introduced him to her when they visited the Chief's home. He spotted her sitting on the floor, playing with a shield. Her name was Heather and she was only two years old.

He was only a month older than her, but it didn't matter to Otieno nor did it matter to Heather that his skin was a different color. Not like her older brother, Dagur who likes to break things like a mad man that drive their father slightly mad.

"Well, he is a Berserker, Chief. It's in his blood," stated one of the Chief's men.

Otieno was glad that Heather didn't show that craziness like her brother, but someday she will. However, he too would be like that as well since he's a Berserker now. He smiled as he and Heather were playing together without any care of the world.

After four months, Oswald took a leave from his duties as Chief and left his young daughter with Otieno's family while his men took care of his son, Dagur. He sailed away, but never returned and many Berserkers fear the worst; their chief passed on to Valhalla.

Hallmund and Unn didn't know what to say to Heather about her father's disappearance so they decided to raise her until she was old enough to know the truth.

Within the years that passed, Otieno and Heather thought to believe they were siblings. They would train together though Otieno was better using swords while Heather was pretty good using spears.

But with all their training they done, they couldn't fight off the Outcasts when they were sailing with their adopted parents one day. All four of them were captured and were prisoners to Alvin the Treacherous.

One day, they were dragged into the main chamber where Alvin and Savage were looking over at some maps. Alvin looked up before smirking upon seeing his two young prisoners.

"Good, you've brought them."

Otieno glared, "What do you want from us, bastard?!"

Alvin chuckled, evilly, "Dragons boy. I want any army of dragons. And since I don't have the dragon conquer yet – the two of you will help me!"

"What do you mean help you?" asked Heather, softly.

"Hold on Heather, there is no way we're going to help this low life!" hissed Otieno.

Alvin smirked, "Oh but you will…if you want your parents alive, that is."

Heather gasped while Otieno glared at him. The African Berserker gritted his teeth, "…fine, what you want us to do?"

-Break Line-

What you guys think? Should I continue or not?