Waou it's been a real while but I had some chapters to catch up on and that's it for excuses... :D

Ok so now I'm going to mix the series with the books a bit. In the series, Alvin was part of the Hooligan tribe before he did something well… treacherous, but in the books Alvin's father was chief of the Outcast and Alvin the heir. I'm going to follow the books on this one.

Disclaimer: see Prologue

Chapter 11

Simon's POV

To some point, I can relate to the little viking bungling over my shoulder.

My name is Simon the Ruthless, second son of the chief of the Outcast tribe Algarick Ogglebert a.k.a. Algarick the Cruel and currently leader of the Ruthless tribe.

Being the second son means I have an older brother and he is exactly the reason why Hiccup's feelings can be reflected in me to a certain degree.

My brother was a born Viking and heir: strong, unintelligent, cruel and highly arrogant. I, however, was a bit different. Although I too had the strength and the aggression fit for an Outcast Viking, my sharp mind and crafty solutions eventually became my downfall.

Because of my bright mind and the fact that I, as the second son, was not old enough to stand strong against my brother, well… let's say that during my childhood, the term 'brotherly competition' was a bit of an understatement.

My sibling was also best friends with the son of the chief of the Hooligan tribe back then and this helped him connect to Vikings who were credulous and easily persuaded. Rumours went around about the untrue fact that I was scared of the dark and apparently I could not even kill a dragon cub.

Because of my brother's petty little lies, I was scorned by the villagers of both tribes and even my parents believed those rumours to be true, casting me glances of disappointment every time I walked past them.

I hated that life and wanted nothing more than to get away. The gods had apparently heard my plea, because on a fateful night our village was raided and I was kidnapped for ransom.

I don't know which life was worse; the shunning and embarrassment I experienced as a kid, or the torture and pain I endures as a teen.

After months of being caged up like a dragon and malnourishment, I was finally allowed out of that cell. The first thing that I saw after my eyes adjusted to the sunlight I hadn't seen in months, was a ship full of caged people and a flag I dreaded to see: the slave trader flag.

I was sold around a lot of times being abused mentally and physically before I finally saw my chance to escape together with my fellow slaves.

We set sail to find a new home and eventually stumbled onto an island we wanted to settle on. It wasn't long before we formed our own tribe with me as it's leader: the ruthless.

We became gradually more feared in the Archipelago and although life was perfect on the Isles of the Ruthless, I became inquisitive about Berk after hearing the sad news of the death of Valka, the only person in my youth who didn't treat me like shit.

My curiosity kept growing after noticing the increase of dragon attacks on Berk and finally, after another few years, I sailed towards the Island owned by the Hooligan Tribe.

I sneaked around the western woods in the dead of night and caught some glimpses of the village through the trees. I passed some old homes I recognized and memories of boot day came rushing back.

Glad that that's over.

I walked further toward the Great Hall, where all the Vikings were assembled to enjoy the evening meal and each other's company and all the good and bad memories were slowly returning to me.

I used the shadows of the trees created by the full moon to slip unnoticed past the patrolling guards till I arrived at the start of the long stairs up towards the entrance, but before I could start the ascension, the door to the Great Hall opened and I saw two broad shadows step outside, discussing with each other.

I hid as quickly as possible behind a tree waiting till the two Vikings walked past me, but when I could hear them talking, I froze.

I could recognize these voices anywhere, even after all these years.

I took a peek when I was sure that their attention was focused elsewhere and saw that my hunch was indeed true. There walked Stoick the Vast, current chief of the Hooligan chief and the only person capable of talking back to Alvin as children.

Next to him walked Spitelout Jorgenson, brother of Stoick and one of the most cruel flunkies I have ever laid eyes upon. He never questioned Alvin's word and was all too pleased when the task of abusing me fell upon him. I felt old rage return when he started to laugh at something he himself said, but Stoick did not look so pleased.

Curious about their conversation, I started paying attention. 'Oh come on Stoick, my boy is alone outdoors too and you don't see me worrying.'

'It is BECAUSE your boy is outdoors right now too that I'm worried!' Stoick said as he quickened his pace. 'Moreover, a storm is brooding and I don't want Hiccup getting caught in one.'

Hiccup? Oh wait. If memory serves me right, that's the name of Stoick's offspring. Still, an odd name for the son of a chief.

'Honestly Stoick, what are you thinking, raising that good for nothing. You already have a suitable heir; my son Snotlout is-' 'ENOUGH SPITELOUT!' Stoick screamed enraged as they walked further away from my hiding spot, out of my hearing range.

I decided I had seen and heard enough of Berk for the moment.

As I was remembering the 'great' times I shared with Spitelout, I looked towards the sky and saw dark clouds dangerously close to Berk's shore. Great, just what I needed to lift my mood up again… I thought while sighing and running into the forest again.

I hurried towards the northern beach where I docked my boat when I heard a small scream coming from my right. I quickly hid behind a bush as I was searching for the source of the scream. I didn't have to search long. Two children were in an open field a few meters away from my hiding spot. One of the children was standing above the other, who was laying on the ground.

My curiosity got the best of me again and I inched closer to see what was happening between the two Vikings to be.

'Oh come on Hiccup, the son of the chief should be stronger than this. I hardly even touched you!' the broader of the two children said, but I was close enough to see the many bruises and wounds of the small body spread on the ground.

Wait, this is Hiccup? Son of Stoick the Vast, future chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe? That's impossible, he's just a little runt! And who is the other boy? He looks oddly familiar…

The boy in question started to beat the smaller child again when the memories started flowing back as the first snowflakes started to fall and the trees started to sway wildly. This is exactly how it happened to me when I was a child.

'Urgh and now it starts to snow. You're bad luck Useless, you know that? You can't do anything right and even your father is ashamed of you. No one wants you here. I bet they're not even going to search for you when they find out you're gone. I'm sure I wouldn't; waste of time and all.' And that was the boy's parting words as he left the broken boy alone in the accumulating snow.

I expected to hear sobs and cries coming from the scrawny Viking, but to my shock, nothing came. He just laid there, as if waiting for his inevitable destiny to come and take him away.

I recognized this situation the boy was in painfully well and I could only phantom the thoughts that were passing by in his head as he laid there motionlessly.

It was when I reached the boy that I could exactly see the extent of the damage the other boy managed to inflict on Stoick's son and I could feel nothing else but pity for the little hiccup before me.

His body was completely battered and blue as the bruises started to show and from the position he was laying in, I could clearly see that his left arm was broken. But what I noticed the most was how the boy was staring at me with dead eyes. He looked at me as if I was not even there, just a prank of his imagination as he was sinking into the abyss which resided in his mind.

'How come you're even conscious boy?!' I wondered aloud in shock.

It was only when I talked that a reaction was showing on the boy his face; it was one of complete shock, but this morphed quickly into one of resignation.

'Well, what are you waiting for then? Finish the job.' He said to me with a cracked voice.

'Well, you've got enough of that as it is don't you think?' I said in my defense, but from the looks of it, the boy did not believe me as he started looking at me with distrusting eyes.

I shivered a bit from the cold and that is when it struck me: wasn't the boy cold too? My answer was given as he started shivering and groaning form the pain his moving body was giving him.

I looked around me to see if anyone was coming and when I saw and heard nothing, I lifted the boy up carefully as to not hurt him more while shifting my coat to make it envelop the tiny body as well. He struggled a bit but when pain shot up again, he gave in and instead snuggled discreetly more into my chest, yearning for the heat it gave off.

The storm was now at its worse as I started running in the direction I reckoned the Haddock house lay. The trees were swaying dangerously now and the entire scenery became white from the falling snow, including us. As I attempted to remove the snow from the ice cold body, I noticed the boy had fallen asleep and I could only hope it was not for good.

It did not take long before I heard voices coming from the direction of the wind. At first I thought I was imagining things, but the screaming became louder as I advanced and finally I was close enough to recognized Stoick's voice as he was yelling for the unconscious boy in my arms.

From the way the voices were advancing I could guess their location and after a few minutes of searching, I finally found two men plodding in the snow. One I could clearly recognize as Stoick, but the other Viking, a man as broad as Stoick with a blond braided beard and a peck leg, I couldn't place.

I placed the 10 year-old boy who was now completely wrapped up in my coat against a tree in the hope that Stoick would look this way and see his son, but when I reached for a hiding spot I saw Stoick walking the complete opposite way and I started to worry.

Then something weird happened.

Suddenly, the snow around us ceased falling and the wind became completely still allowing the Berkian chief to finally notice the small bundle against the tree.

'Hiccup! Gobber, I found him!' Stoick yelled as he rushed towards the boy and I saw that as my signal to leave. I turned around and walked away from the scene, never noticing a certain winter spirit flying above me.

'Good luck boy. You're going to need it.' I whispered before disappearing into the shadows again.

See you lovelies next time~~