Okay wow, my inbox exploded with so many likes to the first chapter that i nearly missed an offer from amazon for a new iron maiden calendar. In honesty i didn't think it would get this sort of response but i'm glad it did, now i'm a bit iffy with this one as you'll see when you read it along. But just to remind you that many people deal with problems very differently , some could come to terms with everything very fast, some takes ages, Hiccup is no exception. He's a very smart kid. Anyway enjoy.

Chapter 2- Coming to terms

Hiccup sat on the furs inside the cave as he recollected what transpired today.

He was blamed for something he didn't do.

No one besides Gobber didn't even listen to him.

Then they voted to kick him out of the village before going off to celebrate.

As he recollected the whole event in his head over and over again, he could help but cry, he knows Vikings shouldn't cry, but no one ever believed he was a Viking.

And if Hiccup was being honest, he never believed he was one either.

So here was young Hiccup, crying his eyes out as he laid there as the night fell and the one light for miles around was from the fire in the cave that was slowly dying out.

But Hiccup didn't care at that point.

What was the point in him living in the first place?

So he could get punished for being a runt?

So that his former friends could use him as a punching bag and a scapegoat whenever they got in trouble?

Would it have killed them to showed a little kindness to him?

It was at that moment that he realized something, I little thought popped into his head that grew the more he thought about it.

What did he exactly do to endure their hatred?

Even though his body has very little muscle to count for strength, one muscle in little Hiccup is the strongest out of all of the Hairy Hooligans combined.

His brain.

He remembers when it all start back when he was five winters old.

He was ignored by the adults but he had his friends, they went on adventures together, played games, he was happy.

Then it suddenly changed, Astrid avoided him, his cousin Snotlout bullied him, the twins pull horrible pranks on him and Fishlegs was to scared to stand up to them so joined them.

And what caused them to do that to him?

"Nothing" was the only word Hiccup said as he sat up, no longer crying, no sadness.

All what was there was understanding and anger.

"I-I did absolutely nothing to make them angry at me!" he shouted.

He then stood up and ran outside into the darkness, grabbing hold of the axe Gobber left behind and, from the top of his lungs, screamed into the night sky as loud as he could before throwing the axe into a nearby tree as hard as he could.

Finally, after several minutes of pent up anger coming out in bursts of screams and rage, he cursed at the gods in the sky.

"Damn you Odin you son of a bitch! What did I do to deserve all this?! You find it amusing?! Well I fucking don't! I would expect this from your own son Loki, but not from you!"

He eventually fell upon his knees in exhaustion, taking in deep shallow breaths, calming himself down.

But after all the sadness and anger was released in one go, he felt different, he felt like a weight was taken off his shoulders.

He come to realize that there must have been a reason he lived this long.

From what Gobber told him about every single Hiccup that ever came before him, none lived past the age of their fifth winter. They either died from poor health due to their sized, killed when they were born by their fathers or took their own lives because the pressure and torment was too much for them.

Even he thought about taking that path at one point, he attempted to end it all by slitting his wrists and slowly bled out but as he slit one wrist, thinking about his mother, he come to realize she wouldn't want him to do that, and to fight on, so bandaged up his wrist to stop the bleeding, he won't take the easy road out.

As Hiccup remembered that he looked down at his wrist where the white scar was.

He was not going to give up on his life then and he won't now.

But this time, he didn't have to impress anyone but himself.

He stood back up with a look of determination as he looked up at the sky again as he spoke.

But not to the gods.

But to his mother.

"I swear mom, I will not give up so easily, I will break the accursed chain of failing Hiccups before me and become the strongest out of the lot!" he then looked down as he came to realize something else.

How would he survive?

Suddenly a thought came into his head, something Gobber told him to do before he left.

Read the book.

So as fast as his legs could carry him, he ran back into the dimly lit cave as he threw some more wood on to the fire, causing the fading flames to jump back to life, causing the interior of the cave to brighten back up.

He spotted the book in question next to the furs he had been on a few minutes before, sitting down next to it as he pulled it closer to him before opening the first page.

It was mainly blank, with only one sentence in the middle of the page.

For those who feel at loss and want to survive.

Hiccup only stared at the words over and over again, it was like the writer knew what he wanted.

To survive.

He turn to the next page as he saw that most of the page was full of runes.

There are many ways in which someone can survive out in the wild.

Some chose the path of an animal, using their their main senses such as sight, hearing and smell in their surroundings.

Some would resort to the traditional ways I which our ancestors would get what they need, by plundering.

But out of these things, the number one way of surviving out in the wild, is by using your own personal strength to your own advantage.

Not physical strength as such, but the something that you know you're good at that makes you unique to others.

Hiccup looked up for a second as he absorbed what was written down.

"My own personal strength" he said to himself over and over again as he thought about what his personal strength was.

It was then he rolled his eyes as he completely forgot what he said earlier about his one powerful muscle in his body.

His brain.

He was smart enough to come up with several ways at once on just one particular thing. Writing down its strengths and weaknesses before choosing the best method for the job.

With his brain he could invent thing that would benefit anyone in the long run.

He had so many ideas he could go by, but because of the villagers disapproval of them he could never do them.

But from that he smirked as he realized, he was no longer in the village.

He had no one to tell him what to do.

He had no one to be disappointed in him.

And most importantly, he had no one around him that could ruin his ideas.

He was free to create.

And create he shall.

With that in mind he looked down at the book as he started to read more into it.

From which weapons would be suitable for different body structures to upgrading your shelter bit by bit.

But before long, Hiccup was feeling tired, it had been a long day and night with all that had happened.

But as he spent most of his nights back in the village in a restless sleep worrying about the next day, here seemed different.

He was at first scared because he was alone, but now after realizing how much he wasn't accepted among his own people, he kind of liked the peacefulness of the cove.

No worries about anyone beating him up or calling him a runt.

No one to hate him for his inventions or how he thought differently to the others.

And with that in mind he was able to have the most peaceful sleep he ever had in years.

One week later back at the village

The villagers were still in high spirits at what they did, getting rid of Hiccup. Without the runt to cause chaos wherever he went, everything would run smoothly.

Or so they thought.

"Come on Gobber hurry up!" came yelling from the forge.

"I'm going as fast as I can, in case ya haven' noticed, got one hand thank you!" Gobber retorts angrily back at an frustrated Spitelout Jorgenson who is waiting for his new hammer to be done.

"it's never taken you this long to make a weapon?!" Spitelout shouts back folding his arms impatiently.

It was then at this point that Gobber slammed the hammer onto the table before turning towards the head of the Jorgenson clan, glaring at him angrily making even Spitelout back away.

"Now ya listen here ya moron! The reason I even get through half my work on time, was because of the boy yew all wanted rid of! So you can either accept that and wait fer it to be done at my own time, or ya can piss off and make it yerself!" and with that, he picked up the hammer and threw it in Spitlouts direction, narrowly missing him as it lodges itself into the wall behind.

At this point Spitelout was smart enough to know that this was a good time to leave as he rushes out of the door nearly bumping into the Stoick along the way.

Stoick knew straight away what had happened and sighed as he entered the forge as Gobber removed the hammer, leaving a hole in the wall where it hit before getting back to his desk to finishing it off.

"Gobber you know ya can't keep lashing out of people like that" Stoick said as he walked cautiously up to his old friend, but not too close knowing Gobbers still mad at him.

Gobber never looks at him as he carries on pound the head of the hammer into shape as he simply grunts.

Stoick sighs once more, this was going to be hard for Gobber to forgive so easily, but he had to try.

"Look Gobber, I know what I did was wrong..."

"...ya got that right" Gobber mumbled, cutting Stoick off until he pinched the bridge of his nose and carried on.

"...but I had no choice, you know if I didn't the villagers would have done something about it"

At this point Gobber stopped his pounding as he sighed but didn't look at the chief.

"I know, but ya could have stood up for ya own son, you could have done something else, ya could have grounded him, or told him to repair the forge, anything! But banishment?" Gobber retorted.

"I had to think what was best for the village, a chief protects his own, even if meant losing my only child to protect the others" Stoick replied back but from tone in his voice, he wasn't convincing himself.

"An' there's ya problem, Stoick, ya protect all the other villagers, ya listen to them! But never have ya listened to Hiccup, ya didn' even give him a chance to hear his side of the story" It was at this point Gobber turned around as he looked at Stoick directly in the eyes before carrying on.

"Ya know what the boy told me? He didn' do it. I saw the truth in his eyes. But I didn't even need to look into them ta know he didn' do it" Stoick furrowed his brow at what Gobber said.

"How can you know?"

Gobber merely rolled his eyes as he gestured for Stoick to sit down as he did too.

"You remember a few years ago when Hiccup accidentally set the forge on fire?" Stoicked nodded as Gobber carried on "well if did know ya son better, you would know he never makes the same mistake twice!" Gobber sighs as he watches Stoick sit there, thinking about what he said.

"So if Hiccup didn't do it, then who did?" Stoick mumbled to himself as Gobber stood up again as he was moving things about in a bag, but he heard the questioning very easily.

"Most likely one of the ones that bullied him when ya weren't looking, but it's too late now, the village wanted him out, they voted and you made it official in front of them" he bows his head in sadness as he carries on "I just hope the poor lad is okay, It's been a week since I saw him and I'm worried he would do something crazy"

At this Stoick shot his head up as a look of worry spread across his face.

"What do you mean?"

Again Gobber looked at the chief with sadness.

"Stoick ya know that a Hiccup never lives very long in their lives, ill health, killed by someone or something, or when the pressure of bullying gets to them, self harm and even death. The fact Hiccup managed to survive this long is no mere coincidence but even the most toughest of Vikings would chose ta end their own life after something like this!"

At this Stoick looked down as he place his over large hand over his face.

Would his own son kill himself because of one stupid decision?

He would never know, he didn't spend a good amount of time to know who is son really is and thanks to him not defending him, he may never get to find out.

Gobber at this point started to feel pity for him, he knew the truth would be hard to swallow, so his hobbled over and patted him on the shoulder with his remaining hand.

"The truth is harsh but it needed to be said, now if ya don' mind watching the forge for a bit, I need to check up on Hiccup to see if he is okay" Stoick merely nodded but as Gobber was about to leave, Stoick grabs hold of his arm to get his attention.

"Wh-when you do see him, can you tell him, I'm so sorry for everything" Gobber smiled before nodding as he set off through the village towards the forest and to Hiccup.

As he walked through the village, he was disgusted as so many villagers were still happy and didn't even bother to hide it in front of him.

They really would do that to a ten year old boy?

All he could do was ignore them had he hobbled faster towards the edge of the village, not looking anyone in the eyes.

He just hoped and prayed that Hiccup was okay.

An hour later at the cove

Because of his fast pacing to get to the cove and see Hiccup, Gobber made there in record time.

But when he got down the slope into the cove itself he couldn't believe his eyes.

He could see Hiccup but what he saw was dozens upon dozens of sketches of all sort scattered around the cave entrance, rocks and grooves in the dirt that looked like markers for something to be put at particular places.

As he looked around, he saw several pieces of logs and rocks that weren't there the last time he checked, as he wondered how they all got here, he accidentally put his peg leg onto one of the dirt lines before getting a shock as a voice came shout out from one of the nearby trees.

"Hey watch it there Gobber!" Gobber looked to where the voice came from as the familiar form of Hiccup came rushing over as he checked that nothing was disturbed "took me ages to get that right" Hiccup looked up as he smiled at his former mentor.

Gobber to say the least was shocked, he expected Hiccup to be a complete wreck or worse. This was the complete opposite, Hiccup showed an air of confidence and determination.

"H-hiccup?" Gobber stuttered as Hiccup nodded while smiling as he started to gesture to what he had done.

"What you think?" Hiccup asked as Gobber was still shocked.

"Are ya, okay lad?" Gobber asked as Hiccup looked at him.

Hiccup still kept smiling as he shrugged his shoulders before reply.

"Yeah as far as I'm aware"

Gobber raised an eyebrow, confused by all this.

"Bu-but I thought you'd be..."

"...depressed?" Hiccup said cutting Gobber off mid-sentence as he carried on "I was at first, but as I thought about what I actually did wrong to deserve any of the others hatred, I realized I did nothing, soon my sadness turned to anger and finally acceptance, now I'm out here on my own, there's no one to judge me and I can do what want in order to survive" he explained without stuttering once.

To say Gobber was impressed at the boy strong will was an understatement, no one could recover from something like that in a such a short time.

"Now don't get me wrong" Hiccup carried on "it still hurts what they did to me and the whole ordeal, but I'm not going to let it get to me"

Gobber recovered from his shock as he saw the boys physical appearance.

He looked a little rough, a few scrapes and bruises here and there, his over large green tunic had a few rips and was dirty, Gobber used to see Hiccup like this when he walked into the forge, but the difference now is, instead of a depressing frown, there was a genuine smile, like he worked hard to get what he wanted to do no matter what hit him.

It was something Gobber always wanted to see on the boys face, the countless times Hiccup stopped him from going out and kicking the living shit out of the other kids for doing that to his apprentice because of the sadness in the young boys eyes.

But to see him now still batter and bruised but happy, Gobber couldn't help but smile.

Now he no longer needed to worry for the time being, he was now curious as to what Hiccup was planning with these markers.

Hiccup however beat him to the punch as he saw Gobber looking at them and knew what he wanted to know, he knew his mentor too well.

"I know what you're going to ask Gobber, what with the markers am I correct?" Gobber raised an eyebrow before slowly nodding earning a chuckle from the young boy.

"Well the largest set of markers over there" he said pointing to the cave entrance as he carried on "is where the foundation of the house I'll eventually build will be, connecting up to the cave" he then pointed to another set of markers that was slightly smaller than the other and looked like it connected with it "this one you might like Gobber and for that I could use your help with if you don't mind please"

Gobber looked at the boy, something he'd like and Hiccup needed help with.

Gobber smiled as he had a feeling what Hiccup was asking for but gestured for him to carry on asking.

With a glint in his and a smile to go with it as he looks up at his father figure with determination.

"I want to build a forge"