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Dialogue Key

"Thunderdrum - this reclusive beast inhabits sea caves and dark tide pools. When startled, the Thunderdrum produces a concussive sound that can kill a man at close range. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight." = Normal Speech

'Timberjack - this gigantic creature has razor sharp wings that can slice through full grown trees. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight.' = Thoughts.

"Night Fury - Speed: unknown. Size: unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance; hide and pray it does not find you." = Someone Yelling

~How To Train Your Dragon~ ~How To Train Your Dragon~ ~How To Train Your Dragon~ ~How To Train Your Dragon~ = Scene Transitions

Message from Odin - A Father's Talk with his Son!

Back in the house of the chief, Stoick was staring into the fireplace as he moved a stick around in the burning fire that was meant to warm the house. He had to be extra careful, though, lest he set his own beard on fire by accident. Although, looking back on that bit of information, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened. Stoick chuckled lightly as he remembered that one time his beard caught fire before his beloved wife, Valka, had been taken by those dragons in that one raid. Before his son had been born.

He remembers running round like a Monstrous Nightmare was close behind as his beard was burning and how he heard Valka laughing at his misfortune once he put the fire out by diving head first into a barrel of water. He may not have liked being the butt of the joke, but even he later admitted that it was a bit funny.

'Perhaps I should take Hiccup's advice for once and trim my beard.' Stoick thought to himself.

But the moment he thought about Hiccup, his mind began to be plagued by even more memories about his wife. How similar to each other she and Hiccup are. Their lithe body types in comparison to every other viking out there, their unrivaled abilities at things like art and smithing. Stoick couldn't help but smile at one of his fonder memories of Hiccup when he was younger. The chief had taken the lad to Gobber's Blacksmithing stall when he was six years old and the boy took to it like a fish to water. And it shows just how great of a smith Hiccup is becoming. The lad really is gifted with metal. Then there's Hiccup and Valka's high intelligence, ...well, higher than most vikings. Stoick won't lie and say that vikings don't normally just rely on brute force.

But most importantly, the two shared this love and fascination of dragons. Valka herself had tried to get the other vikings of Berk, himself included, to see that there could be peace between their two races, but none of them were willing to listen to her. She was the first viking woman of Berk who wouldn't and couldn't kill a dragon. And Stoick knows that, had he not been such an idiotic brute that night, Valka would probably have never been carried off by that dragon and Hiccup wouldn't have had to grow up with such a lonely childhood.

And he honestly knew that he had been no better in terms of how he treated his son. Oh sure, he may not have ever physically abused Hiccup, but Stoick knows that he hurt the both emotionally and mentally, never once trying to encourage him to be better at what he does.

'You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.'

Those words he said to his son were some of the truest words he's ever said to Hiccup. But he really shouldn't have been so harsh when he told him that. Stoick sighed and placed his face in his hand, wracking his brain over what he could do to try and show Hiccup that he is much more than any other viking Berk has ever produced.

'Valka… what would you have me do? What CAN I do?' Stoick mentally asked his missing wife.'

Yep, even after all these years, Stoick still firmly believes that Valka is still alive and managed to escape from that dragon before taking shelter somewhere. However, what he doesn't know is that she actually befriended and trained that dragon, the Stormcutter, and now lives with him in the nest of the Alpha Dragon: the White Bewilderbeast.

But we'll get to that later.

The viking chief looked out the window of the room and saw that it was getting dark out. Hiccup has been gone for a lot longer than he usually is on days like these. So this could mean only one of three things. Option one: he went to the smithy to vent his frustrations by hammering metal, option two: he was beaten up by Snotlout again and it was so bad this time he had to get looked at by Gothi, or option three: he really did shoot down a Night Fury and went to go and find it.

And now that he thinks about it, options two and three sound like the most plausible of the options he's just listed.

He was about to stand up from where he was kneeling to go and look for his son, but stopped when he noticed something very strange. There was a pure white dragon in his house. The only reason he wasn't attacking it was because it was glowing with an almost heavenly light and wasn't attacking at all. Stoick took a moment to examine this dragon.

It was like nothing he's ever seen before.

This dragon greatly resembles what Bork suspected a Night fury would look like in real life. Although, they only know what that might be due to some papers with notes about the Night Fury that Bork left behind. Stoick can tell from the dragon's build that it's a female dragon, and even he has to admit that this dragon is very beautiful. Her body is covered in shimmering white scales that have a glittery texture, and a light blue underbelly that looks almost periwinkle in color. Her eyes are a very stunning and clear shade of crystal blue, and her wings also have shimmering stripes of pink on them. Although, being different from a Night Fury, there are some differences between this dragon and the Night Fury.

Her most notable physical features include a single, long spine running down her back, a pair of big, ear-like adapters on the top of her head with two smaller ones on the side of her head, and a pair of triangular wing flukes and tail flukes that have smooth edges and lack the sharp ends and ridges that a Night Fury is said to have, and have a glittery white coloration. Her wings are glittery white, but they appear to have glittery pink stripes running down them. And these stripes appear to be able to fade out and brighten at will.

The dragon slowly walked closer to Stoick and looked him in the eye, giving a high pitched sound that sounded almost like a cat meowing. Stoick knows that there's more to this dragon than meets the eye, so he did the most unviking-like thing he's ever done in his life.

He began to talk to the dragon like it wasn't a mindless beast hellbent on killing them all.

"How did you get in here, dragon? And what is it you want?" he asked.

The mystery dragon said nothing. She just walked closer to Stoick and dropped something at his feet. Looking down, Stoick was amazed. It was a scroll that has the very seal of the Gods of Asgard themselves. Moving quickly and carefully, Stoick picked up the scroll and undid the wax seal before opening up the scroll to read the contents. But to his complete and utter surprise, the scroll began to play the message itself.

Standing before him in solid light form was none other than Odin the Allfather himself. And he had what appears to be two people floating within a golden orb of holy energy. Stoick can't completely make out who these people are, but he can tell at least from their clothing that they're both women and are from a foreign continent. Definitely not from any viking island Stoick has ever been to.

"Stoick 'the Vast' Haddock. If thou art viewing this, then it means that my dragon messenger, the Light Fury, hast made it to your home and delivered my missive. I bring you a warning of utmost importance. A great evil has arisen within thy world! This evil has taken on the guise of a human in a foreign country where he hast begun to use a stolen energy source that is meant to be used only by the Gods and Goddesses to enslave those who do not possess this power. A source of energy known as Mana."

Although he was worried about this evil being in the form of a human, Stoick was certainly no stranger to humans wanting to conquer every territory and enslave all of humanity under a single dictatorship. Drago Bludvist is a prime example of such a thing. He and his army of armored dragons.

"My sons, Thor and Loki, and I have rescued these two from a horrible fate once the daughter of the queen of one of that continent's kingdoms was revealed to be what her people call a 'Norma'. A human who is incapable of using the stolen Mana that Embryo continues to supply by killing dragons and stealing the life energy from their very souls. Your son and the young lass behind me are the key to not only defeating Embryo and returning Mana to where it must be, but also ending the war between the vikings and dragons. They are destined to become Dragon Riders, Stoick the Vast! The very first in Berkian History! And together with their dragons, they shall bring forth an era of everlasting peace between humans and dragons! We shall meet again, Stoick the Vast. And when we do, it shall be under much better circumstances. Now, go! And help your son become something greater than any Viking before him!"

With the message completed, Odin and the scroll faded out of existence, as did that dragon. The Light Fury if Stoick heard that right.

This got Stoick to thinking: could this really be true? If it is, then it would seem that Hiccup takes after Valka more than Stoick initially thought. But Hiccup likely wasn't going to want to go into dragon training without serious motivation. Then again, Hiccup has been known to never turn down a bet for as long as Stoick's known him. Maybe he can use that to his advantage.

Speaking of his son, Stoick's going to have to act as though nothing happened in order for this plan of his to work. So, he went back to stoking the fire in the chimney, tossing another log and a little more tinder in there to keep it burning. And about ten minutes after that, it was time to put his plan into action.

Stoick heard the sound of a door opening and knew right away that it was Hiccup returning home. Likely, he was out searching for the Night Fury he told him about, which… in hindsight, he really should have at least given his son the benefit of the doubt and gone out with him with a search party to find the dragon. Even if they hadn't managed to kill it after finding the beast, not that he would think of doing such a thing after that message from Odin himself, they'd at least know what it looks like so they could update the Night Fury pages in the Book of Dragons.

"Hiccup." Stoick said.

His soft call apparently was enough to stop his son's frantic climb up the stairs. Good. This makes things a little easier for the viking chief.

"Dad…" Hiccup said nervously.

Hiccup tried to sound surprised, but ended up stopping and going down a couple of steps. He already knows he's busted so there's no point in making things worse by acting like he wasn't out of the house when his dad wanted him to stay there. Not like he's ever really wanted anywhere anymore, that is.

"I have to talk to you, Dad." Hiccup said.

Stoick stood up and walked over to the steps, facing his son, putting his hands together in front of him. It's now or never for the viking chief to set his son on the right course.

"I need to speak with you, too, son." he said.

Both took a deep breath as they readied themselves for the inevitable argument that was sure to take place. But for different reasons than expected.

"I decided I don't want/I think it's time you learnt how to fight dragons." they said at the same time before turning to each other in confusion. "What?/What?"

Well, this was certainly awkward. But at the same time, it'll make Stoick's plan just a bit less complicated than he thought it would be. For now, he could simply tell Hiccup more about Valka and how she was around the dragons and hopefully get his son to start following in her footsteps. After all… Stoick now understands that all this time Hiccup took after his mother.

"Uh... you go first." Stoick said.

"No… no, you go first." Hiccup politely declined.

"Alright," Stoick sighed as he clasped his hands in front of him and his son came down a few more stairs. "You get your wish. Dragon training… you start in the morning."

Hearing this caused Hiccup to reflexively panic, but before he could say anything, Stoick held up a hand and began to guide his son to a pair of chairs where they could talk.

"Let me finish before you say anything, son." Stoick said. "Now, it's true that you're going into dragon training, but you're not entering to learn to kill dragons. You're going there to learn how to train dragons."

Hiccup looked at his father with a blank stare that was lasting longer than it should have. Stoick began to get a bit worried that this new information may have been a bit much for the lad to handle all at once, and his brain might have broke from such a thing. Oh, if only Stoick knew just how correct he was.

'WARNING! WARNING! HICCUP EXE. HAS SHUT DOWN! COMMENCING EMERGENCY REBOOT! ...REBOOT COMPLETE. YOU HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT YOU SHALL BE LEARNING TO TRAIN DRAGONS. WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESPOND? YES, OR NO? ...YOU HAVE SELECTED 'YES'. PLEASE SELECT A RESPONSE TO GIVE. ...YOU HAVE SELECTED…'

"...Hah?"

That response got a boisterous laugh from Stoick. He knew that his son would probably have a bit of a shut down after hearing such a thing, but he didn't expect him to reply like that.

"You heard me, lad. You're learning to train dragons, not kill them. But just for self defense sake," the viking chief reached over to a nearby weapon rack, and brought out a smaller sword that looked like a claymore. "You'll need this to keep up appearances."

Hiccup just took the sword, feeling very confused. But he soon broke out of his stupor as he shook his head and set the sword down.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! TRAIN DRAGONS!? What brought this on!?" Hiccup asked.

Stoick just held up a hand telling Hiccup to stop and the boy did, but he still looked like he was going to lose his marbles he was so confused. And why wouldn't he be? His own father, the chief of Berk and one of the greatest dragon killers on the island has just gotten the idea to TRAIN dragons!? Creatures that vikings believe to be nothing more than mindless beasts!? Clearly, Loki must be messing with him in some way, because Hiccup is just way in the dark about this whole thing and needs to know just WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!

"You know how elder Gothi sometimes has visions of the past and future, correct?" Stoick asked, causing Hiccup to nod 'yes'. "Well, I myself have had a vision. It was a message from Odin himself. He told me that you are destined for greatness, Hiccup. But not by killing dragons."

Stoick stood up and walked to a portrait of the symbol of the Strike Class dragons, having kept it in the house mainly because he didn't know what to do with it.

"He told me that you are the one who is destined to bring about an end to this war that's been going on between our people and the dragons! This conflict that has lasted since our forefathers first sailed to Berk and claimed the island as their own! But to do it, you'll be needing help." Stoick explained. "You'll have help from a very special lass, but also from a dragon that I'm certain you know about. That's why I'm putting you in dragon training. Not to kill dragons, but to observe and learn all you can about them. And to truly do this, you're going to need this as well."

Stoick reached to the nearest bookshelf and pulled out a thick book that had a green and brown leather cover with the emblem of a dragon on the front. It looked like it was about fifteen years old at the least, and yet aside from a layer of dust, it looked like it could pass off as being brand spanking new.

"That book belonged to your mother. It was supposed to be part of one of her many projects she had in mind to help the village." Stoick explained somberly.

Hiccup held the book like some sort of precious treasure as he stared at the book in awe. Something that once belonged to his mother… that's something he will treasure for as long as he lives.

"Much like you, Valka just couldn't and wouldn't kill a dragon. Not even when one of them was staring her in the face." Stoick said, getting lost in his memories of 'that' night. "To her, dragons weren't just mindless beasts… but kind, beautiful, gentle creatures. Most of the village, myself included to a degree, thought she'd lost her mind. But she had planned to prove us wrong by observing dragons in their natural habitats and writing down her findings in that book right there. Much like how Bork the Bold had first created the Book of Dragons. During dragon training, I want you to write down everything you learn about dragon training and the different behaviors and quirks of the dragons you encounter. Then, should you be chosen to kill the dragon, you will reveal your findings to the entire village and help us put an end to this pointless war. Deal?"

Hiccup was honestly speechless. He couldn't believe he was being given such an opportunity by his own father. Because of the GODS no less! Hiccup is unsure if he can do it, but he does know one thing. If these wars on Berk are ever going to end, he has to try.

"...Deal." Hiccup replied after a moment of silence.

"I know you won't let me down, son." Stoick said, gently patting his son on the back. "Now, let's head up to Gothi's hut before it gets too late. Something tells me that the first of your help is there now."

With their talk over and done with for now, father and son left the house and began to make their way to the place of the village elder and head healer. Although, Hiccup doesn't quite understand why his father would be in such a hurry to do so. It's not like his help is really there right this second…

...Right?

*To Be Continued…*

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. This is where it truly begins to deviate from the original movie's plot, so I hope I did good here. But I do still have questions for everyone. And I know there are people who follow this story and those who read it, so please answer these questions to the best of your ability. Ahem!

1.) Would it be a good idea to have Hiccup and the gang train multiple dragons, or do you want them to just stick with their primary dragons?

2.) Do you guys want there to be the appearance of a young Bewilderbeast in this story?

3.) I feel conflicted about my choice of dragons. Do you guys want me to have Ange train a Light Fury? Or do you want me to stick with my original idea of the Skrill?

4.) And finally, do you guys want me to include a training montage chapter where Hiccup and Ange take some time before Dragon Training to get themselves into fighting shape? And if so, should I include a song in the chapter? (please be specific on your choice of song if you decide 'yes'.)

Once again, thank you guys so much for reading. Don't forget to vote on the poll I have on my profile. And as I'll say…

May the Force be with you, and have a great day!