Hello everyone, so here's the next chapter! Just to be clear, I am reusing an old OC from my other HTTYD since coming up with good viking names is especially hard for someone who already has trouble coming up with normal names.

Creativity: You're just being lazy again.

Author: Keep that up and you'll be working overtime. You do realize that we're getting a head start on this because I'm getting worn out of writing about those muckballs.

Creativity: Sure, sure. Well, get writing! And get some other chapters for the other story ready!

Author: I'm the boss around here, but you're right. Enjoy the opener guys!

Oh, before you do, anything that's written with a lean is set as commentary about things that have already happened, like in the last chapter. Now read!

A mysterious figure watched as a holographic recording continued to run, displaying a teenager. He seemed to be recording his life story.

"I grew up on an island called Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. Anyway, I didn't exactly fit in there. I spent most of my time running, usually from bullies. My people are Vikings. I guess though, they aren't exactly my people. They were all big, moustached (Even some of the women) and somehow managed to be muscular and overweight at the same time. Not me though, I was a toothpick. So, all my more viking-like peers did what people like them always do. It kept up until I was fifteen. Then my world changed forever."

Razorre grunted as he helped Hiccup heft a greatsword onto the grindstone to sharpen it. He had started helping around the shop because he wanted to hopefully get strong enough to enter dragon training, but so far the council wouldn't have it. Too scrawny, too short, too puny. Those were the words that came his way whenever this came up. He grunted in frustration as Snotlout came by and tossed his mace over his shoulder, which came dangerously close to hitting Razorre.

"Need it fixed, small fry! Training's coming up and I don't want anything less than the best!"

Razorre grumbled under his breath and grabbed the mace, resisting the urge to run out and bash Snotlout upside the head with it, even though everyone would be better off for it. Instead he got to work repairing it like Snotlout 'requested' he do. He looked and found that it had a massive crack in the handle. Snotlout probably tried to show off to Astrid by smashing rocks with the mace, again, only to find that it couldn't do that. He replaced the handle with a new one before tossing it carelessly into the pickup pile. No skin off his nose if Snotlout didn't like how his 'precious' was being treated.

He turned to Hiccup, who was still sharpening the Greatsword. It had been an uneventful week, which was an event in of itself. But that couldn't last long. Berk was an interesting place, to say the least. There would probably be a raid tonight. Razorre walked over to Hiccup.

"Don't do it."

"I'm gonna do it."

"You'll get in trouble and probably wreck a ship. Again."

"Still gonna do it."

"What if there's no raid tonight?"

"I'll wait until the next one."

"You don't even know if that contraption will work."

"I've been testing it on trees. It works."

"Still gonna go wrong."

Hiccup turned and put on his best 'trust me, I got this' smile, even though that smile usually preceded disasterous and cataclysmic events.

"I got a good feeling about this."

Razorre threw his hands in the air exasperatedly.

"Well, I'll call your dad when you need to get bailed out. Like always."

Hiccup huffed and started sharpening an axe. Despite their arguments about Hiccup's antics, they were actually very good friends. He was the one who encouraged Razorre to work at the shop in the first place, saying it could help him get strong enough for the arena. He did however neglect to mention that it didn't do that for him. Both of them wanted the same thing. They wanted to be out fighting dragons, becoming famous, maybe even getting dates! But for now, they were just two sticks in a pile of logs.

He put the axe on top of a pile of weapons that were ready for combat and got ready for the end of the day. He and Razorre met up at the town square and set off to the great hall for dinner. They selected fish and chicken respectively and sat down at an empty table.

"How much are you willing to bet that there's a raid tonight?"

"I'd bet my personal sketchbook on it."

Razorre laughed.

"You are confident aren't you! I would say my left arm, but given what we are and where we live, I don't think that's much of a wager. I mean, just look at Gobber!"

They both laughed at Razorre's jab at Gobber, until Gobber hobbled by and waved to them with his hooked arm. They both quieted down at that.

"Well, I'm gonna head back to the shop for some rest. See ya when the fireworks start!"

Razorre got up and left, leaving his plate of fishbones behind. He walked quickly back to the shop, just in case a raid started early. He slipped into Gobber's workshop and into the loft area where he had been living for as long as he could remember. He yawned and lay back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head.

"Any minute now."

Hiccup darted out of his house as fast as his legs would carry him, clumsily avoiding vikings as they ran around, swinging their weapons and bellowing in righteous fury. The raid had been started a few minutes ago and so far, it was going like almost every raid. Hiccup dodged left and right before getting into the village and running for the shop, completely oblivious to the world around him. This almost cost him his life as he almost ran headlong into the path of a Nadder that was making a fire pass on the street. It was only by the timely intervention of Stoick that Hiccup wasn't turned extra crispy. Hiccup made his way to the shop and was immediately tasked by Gobber to get several broken weapons ready for combat again. Hiccup groaned. He had already fixed most of these!

Grumbling as he went, he started heating up the weapons before looking to see Razorre busy making Bolas and putting them on the shelf for grabs. Hiccup turned and started work on the weapons again as a fire started on the nearby houses. Hiccup rushed to the windows as he saw the other teens of the village rushing to make sure that at least some of the houses would be saved. Razorre turned to see Hiccup entering lovestruck mode when Astrid was turned around, framed by an explosion. Razorre rolled his eyes and took over for Hiccup, knowing that weapons took priority over Bolas. Meanwhile, Gobber was having a chat with Hiccup about his inability to wield standard Viking weaponry or throw bolas, to which Hiccup responded by showing off his latest scheme to kill a dragon. That contraption he called the Mangler. Razorre snorted in laughter when it sprang open at Hiccup's mere tapping on the device, launching a hammer straight into the forehead of a nearby Viking.

They started arguing about Hiccup and vikingness (Or lack thereof) before Gobber handed Hiccup a sword and told him to sharpen it. Hiccup got to work, grumbling under his breath about how he would kill a dragon one day. Razorre kept working on the weapons before Gobber told them to man the fort while he took off to start fighting. Hiccup immediately grabbed the Mangler and rushed off, leaving Razorre by himself. He grumbled under his breath and kept working, praying to the gods that Hiccup didn't get himself killed. He seemed to have a knack for it, just like his father had a knack for bailing him out. Razorre continued working until he heard a familiar scream and looked outside to see Hiccup fleeing from a Monstrous Nightmare, who was biting at his legs, almost for sport. Razorre rushed out, hoping Stoick would get there in time. He felt his chest tighten as the torch that Hiccup had taken shelter behind was scorched by the Nightmare's flames before the sky rumbled with thunder.

Flashes of lightning surged through the sky, flashing left and right, gathering, separating and sparking continuously. The dragons began shrieking and began flying for cover. All of a sudden, all the lightning collected together and hurtled towards the ground, slamming into Razorre.

He didn't even yell as he was thrown backwards into the wall of a building, the lightning following him until it stopped. Everyone stopped and several people rushed to see him.

Smoke curled up from his clothes and sparks of blue lightning danced across his skin for a few moments before they stopped.

"Someone call the healers!"

Razorre was rushed to the healer's hut where Gothi and several other healers gathered around and began trying to help him. Hiccup wanted to be there for his friend, but instead he was forced back to his house. He waited for a few minutes, just to ensure that no one would notice him leaving his house out the back door (Not that they would have noticed him anyway) and rushed to the healer's hut. There was still a small crowd of people gathered there, whispering to each other. Hiccup then heard a voice he recognized and groaned. Of course, Snotlout would be here.

"If you ask me, that lightning bolt was Thor's way of saying small fry didn't belong here."

Hiccup felt himself growing very angry. He turned and was about to do something stupid, but before he could Astrid had punched Snotlout in the gut and then in the face. The crowd seemed pleased with that. Hiccup smiled and turned to try and see what was going on.

Inside the healer's hut, no one could figure out what was going on. When they checked Razorre's body there were no burns, bruises or other open wounds that typically came with a lightning strike. However, he wasn't breathing and that was worrisome. They tried some remedies that typically solved the problem, such as a brew whose steam would supposedly start his breathing again. Instead they got a worse result as his body began to undergo intense seizures. They all grabbed him and pinned him down to prevent him from hurting himself before he stopped. On the plus side, his breathing had started again. They relaxed and Gothi sent them away. She turned back to the boy. She studied everything carefully. She examined his body again and tossed some bones on the floor. She was shocked. They had fallen in a pattern of Mjolnir. She gathered the bones and cast them again. Again, they came up as Mjolnir. She sighed.

This was out of her hands. She left the tent and indicated to the healers to watch him while she prepared for something. She gathered a group of people who left to gather several things for her. When they returned, she departed for a shrine on Raven Point with the group behind her. She had the group leave the objects on the alter. A hammer, a silver amulet with a lightning bolt shape in the center and unique glass eye that she had entrusted to a friendly family a long time ago. She scrawled a prayer to the gods in the ground and left, knowing that she had done all she could for the boy. His fate was in the hands of the gods now.

A week past and Razorre wasn't improving. His breathing came and went and he continued to suffer seizures. On one occasion, one of the healers was shocked by a burst of electricity during an episode of seizures. Everyone was baffled.

Gothi, in the meantime just waited. Waited and waited to see if the gods would answer her plea to help the boy. Soon enough, there was an answer. The skies grew cloudy once again. The villagers looked up as lightning flashed again and thunder sounded through the heavens. Then, a brilliant blast of rainbow energy hurtled downward and struck the healer's hut. Everyone covered their eyes against the blinding light. When the event ceased, everyone rushed into the healer's hut only to find that Razorre was gone. The only thing still there was a crest burned into the ground, still smoking. Gothi whacked people out of the way with her staff until she eventually reached the hut and examined the area. She smiled.

It looked like her prayers had been answered.

Blegh, this one felt boring to write. Sorry about that. I promise it will get better.

Also, this story is very pivotal in my plan. I cannot stress how pivotal it is. So, if you want to understand the plan when I reveal it, you better read this. Or don't.

Well, that's enough crying about it! FORWARD!