Hofferson ship

Hiccup lay below deck. The patter of rain above making the desire to sleep far more difficult to obtain. Above deck, Birger was ensuring that everything was secure. Dagmar and Astrid had already fallen asleep, making the tired Hiccup jealous. The perks of being the heir often became his greatest weakness. The peaceful isolation of the Haddock home made it easy to get rest. But down in the village, it was almost impossible to. And Hiccup knew that well already.

Hiccup lay upon the blankets that served as his bed. The rocking of the ship making it hard for him to remain comfortable. The cold didn't bother him much, it simply just gave him a sense of familiarity. A familiarity that he never wanted to feel.

'Aunt'

Hiccup shook his head. He couldn't have those memories coming back now. Footsteps soon came down, Birger shook his head before lying down upon his bed. He was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. Hiccup, sighed.

'HICCUP!'

Hiccup felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine. Turning his head. he breathed slowly. Allowing sleep to finally overtake him.

Berk

The gang sat at a bench in the great hall. Each talking about what the dragon behind those doors was.

"I heard, that is could lift ten times its weight with no effort!" Exclaimed Tuffnut. Fishlegs sat quietly, listening in as the others talked. "Well, I heard it could swallow its prey whole despite its size." Responded Ruffnut. Snoutlout now sat quietly.

"Alright you lot, time to read the Book of Dragons." Gobber exclaimed as he placed the book before them. "Wait, read. I don't like reading." Protested Tuff. Gobber rolled his eyes and with a sigh, opened the book. "You want to know more about the Terrible Hell. Well here it is."

The gang was quick to look over the page. "Sharp Class. Fire type: Magnesium fire. Size: 1 feet and 5 inches. Speed: Unknown. Little is know about this dragon except that despite it's small size, it has incredibly strong and sharp jaws. Powerful enough to cut cleanly through bone like butter." Fishlegs paused. "This dragon it to be avoided at all costs. This dragon kills without mercy and is relentless in it's attacks. NEVER engage this dragon." Finished Fishlegs.

"Well, why isn't it dead then?" Asked Snoutlout. Gobber put a hand upon the back of his neck. "Well, you see lad. We've lost to many Vikings to that thing. When ever we do attempt to kill it, we loose a part of our body. How to ya think I lost my leg." The gang was silent. "So it took your leg. That's so cool..." Ruff stopped when she saw the look Gobber was giving them. "Read up, or you'll never get past Dragon Training."

Hofferson ship

'AUNT!'

'RUN HICCUP!'

'I won't leave you'

'Go, leave before it gets you as well'

'AUNT!'

'Go, run, inform my brother of this event.'

Hiccup woke fast, sweat rolling done his forehead. The storm had passed no long ago. Wiping his face down. Hiccup moved to the upper deck. With a sigh, Hiccup leaned against the edge of the ship and stared off into the distance.

He must've been staring for ages when a voice spoke to him. "Hiccup, you ok?" Hiccup glanced back to see Dagmar walked towards him. "Yeah, just a memory."

Dagmar came to a stop. "You know, it's ok for Vikings to be show weakness." Hiccup sighed. "I can't go on like this. I need to get my dad to see me for who I am." Dagmar placed her hand upon Hiccup's shoulder. The touch was calm and gentle.

"And that's why you're with us. Because we're going to help you become who you've always meant to become." Hiccup looked out over the sea once more. "I don't know, I can't do anything right. I always mess it up." Dagmar soon turned Hiccup so that he was facing her. "Don't think like that Hiccup, you don't mess everything up. The others just make it seem that way. Remember, who you are, is not out there" Dagmar paused while she gestured to the sea. "But in here." She finished as she pointed at his heart.

"I guess I can try." Dagmar was quick to cut him off. "There's no try Hiccup, there's only a do or do not. Never let what others say to you or about you get to your head. You are a wonderful child capable of a great many things. You just have to look within to find them." Hiccup went over her words. Over and over again. "I guess I can."

That night, Hiccup lay in bed, thinking over what he's at least, somewhat good at. 'Hammer, nope, bow, also no. Crossbow, could work. Sword, absolutely not. Mace. also a nope. Axe, that could work.' Slowly he nodded of to sleep.

'AUNT!'

Sweat started to form upon his forehead

'RUN HICCUP!'

Hiccup started to turn from side to side

'I won't leave you'

Hiccup begins to speak

'Go, leave before it gets you as well'

Hiccup begins to violently shake about

'AUNT!'

"Hiccup, HICCUP. WAKE UP"

Hiccup shot up fast, sweat and tears slowly falling done his face. Dagmar and Birger sat by his side. Astrid remained 'sleeping'. "Hiccup, are you ok? You were shouting no and get away from her in your sleep." Hiccup pressed his head into his the palms of his hands. Releasing a long breath he didn't know he was holding.

"No, I'm not ok." He said at last. Dagmar was quick to put an arm around him. "It's ok Hiccup, we all have nightmares at times. Even Astrid's had her fair share of them." Hiccup managed to let out a chuckle at the thought of Astrid having a nightmare. "If you want to tell us about it, feel free to. We're here to help. But if you don't want to, then by all means, don't. It's your choice."

Hiccup thought long and hard. "It was, about my aunt." Hiccup went on to tell them about his nightmare. All the while, Astrid lay, listening to the whole thing. A sense of quilt shot up her stomach as she heard the whole story. She was unable to return to sleep that night. Two words going over and over in her head. 'Mentally ill'.

So, a little backstory for Hiccup. And yes, I did leave out the whole tale on purpose. Wouldn't want to give it all away. But I've dropped a few hints here and there about Hiccup's past and family.

A little bit more on the Terrible Hell as well.

References. I have two references in here. One should be obvious. The other takes a bit of rearranging to get it. And here are some basic information.

'=thoughts

"=spoken talk

italics=memoires and thoughts or the gods speaking.