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Yells of outrage rang throughout the cinema. Any sort of empathy they felt towards the girl completely vanished at what they heard. They refused to believe that the dragons were anything other than monsters.

Hiccup, unlike the other Vikings, actually thought about what she said. Was it actually possible? He still found it hard to believe.

"I really did hit one." Hiccup told Gobber, a large man with a long braided blond beard, as they walked to his house on top of the highest hill in the village.

"Sure, Hiccup." Gobber said, not really believing him.

"He never listens."

"Oh, it runs in the family." Gobber muttered.

Both Hiccup and Stoick glared at Gobber and he just chuckled, amused.

Hiccup ignored his comment "And when he does it's always with this...disappointed scowl like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." he then changed his voice, donning a thick accent, imitating his father "Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fishbone."

Some of the Vikings chuckled at his imitation of his father. The teens looked over at Hiccup weirdly who looked slightly amused. That definitely was something he would have done if they haven't been transported to the cinema.

Stoick frowned. Was that really what Hiccup thought he thought about his own son?

"Now your thinking about this all wrong." Gobber said in a lighter tone "It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand."

Stoick glared at Gobber for saying such a thing. Everyone else raised their eyebrows, all thinking the same thing 'That has got to be the worst pep talk ever.'

Hiccup gave Gobber a deadpanned look. "Thank you, for summing that up." he said sarcastically before turning around to open the door to his house.

"Look, the point is. Stop trying so hard to be something your not."

"I just wanna be one of you guys." Hiccup said dejectedly.

Gobber looked at Hiccup sympathetically and sighed as he closed the front door of his house.

...only to come back out at the back.

Stoick sighed, exasperated. "Hiccup, why can't you just stay inside?"

The scene changes to the Great Hall where the Vikings are having another meeting.

"Either we finish them or they finish us." Stoick shouted to the Vikings. "It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it the dragons will leave. They'll find another home." Stoick grabbed a knife and jabs it into the corner of the map where there are drawings of dragons. "One more search, before the ice sets in."

"Those ships never come back."

"We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?"

Hiccup silently took note of that. He could use that in the future.

The Vikings awkwardly tried to decline, muttering excuses.

"Alright. Those who stay, will look after Hiccup." Stoick said and instantly everybody's hands shot up, suddenly wanting to be a part of the search mission.

"That's better."

"Well it's nice to know that everybody would rather face imminent death than take care of me." Hiccup said sarcastically

Nobody even looked ashamed of it. The twins and Snotlout were even laughing at him.

The Vikings started to leave. Gobber, who had a mug for a hand said "I'll pack my undies."

"Okay I did NOT need to know that!" Snotlout said with a disgusted look on his face.

Stoick walked up to him. "No. I need you to stay, and train some new recruits."

"Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?" Gobber asked sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself in the forge alone!" Hiccup said, offended but then sighed when he realized that everybody else agrees with Gobber.

"Oh" Stoick sighed. "What am I gonna do with him, Gobber?"

"Put him in training with the others." Gobber suggested

"No, I'm serious."

"So am I."

"He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of his cage!" Stoick said actually sounding worried.

"Oh you don't know that."

"I do know that."

"No you don't."

"No, actually. I do."

"No, you don't." Gobber's voice got louder, the pitch higher.

Hiccup felt grateful to Gobber that he at least had some faith in him and was willing to give him a chance.

"Listen. You know what he's like." Stoick said getting up from his seat. "From the time he could crawl, he's been...different." Gobber takes a gulp out of his mug only to nearly throw up what he just drank and looked into the mug "He doesn't listen, he has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for...for trolls!"

"Hey, trolls exist!" Hiccup tried to defend himself. And then imitating Gobber he said "They steal your socks. But only the left ones, what's with that?"

"Trolls exist! They steal your socks." Gobber said and then muttered "But only the left ones. What's with that?"

The Vikings who heard Hiccup laughed, amused that he was able to tell what Gobber was going to say.

"When I was a boy" Stoick started

"Oh here we go." Gobber said, exasperatedly. He put his hand in his mug trying to get out whatever was in there and looked in again when he didn't get anything. He put the mug in his mouth again and caught what looked like a small rock with his mouth.

"My father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it. I thought he was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"

"You got a headache?" Hiccup muttered. It was what happened to him after he did when Stoick told him to do the same thing. And that was after he asked a million times why he had to do it.

"You got a headache?" Gobber asked him sarcastically, putting the 'rock' in the gap between his teeth, it was a prosthetic tooth.

"The rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could-he could crush mountains, level forests, TAME SEAS!" Stoick sat back down next to Gobber "Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what a had to become. Hiccup is not that boy."

Fishlegs glanced at Hiccup sympathetically. His father's expectations of him were ridiculous no wonder he turned out a disappointment.

"You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him. I know it seems hopeless but the truth is, you won't always be around to protect him. He's going to get out there again, he's probably out there now."

The Vikings around whispered to each other, surprised by how well Hiccup and Gobber know each other. Hiccup knew what Gobber was about to say and Gobber knew what Hiccup was up to.

Stoick was slightly jealous that Gobber was obviously closer to his son than he was.

The scene changed to the woods, where Olga was walking. She looked around and up, obviously trying to find something.

She kept walking until it looked like she found something and ran towards it. She stopped at a pile of boulders, standing on top of it. Below it was was a black dragon tied up by a bola.

The Vikings gasped, their eyes wide "Night Fury." Gobber said in astonishment.

Olga looked at the Night Fury in curiosity. She didn't seem to be afraid at all, though she did look slightly worried or possibly concerned for the dragon.

She looked to the left, where she heard a sudden noise. It was Hiccup.

"Oh, wow I-I-I did it. Oh I did it, this-this fixes everything. YES! I have brought down this mighty beast!" He said, putting his foot on the dragon in triumph.

The cinema erupted in cheers.

"Way to go Hiccup!"

"Sorry we ever doubted you!"

Hiccup smiled at the praise he was getting. Finally, he was starting to get accepted by the village.

However, the Night Fury wasn't dead and moved his leg which threw Hiccup off, making him stumble into a boulder behind him. He then points the small knife he had towards the dragon as he slowly moves towards it.

"Come on Hiccup, kill that Beast!" a Viking yelled at the screen.

The Night Fury looked at him with piercing green eyes. The dragon moans.

Hiccup takes deep breaths "I'm gonna kill you dragon. I'm gonna, take out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking." he whispers and then yells to the dragon "I'M A VIKING!" he positions his knife above the Night Fury.

Olga watched intently, her eyes narrowed.

Hiccup closed his eyes, preparing to plunge it into the dragon to kill it. The dragon moans again and Hiccup opens his eyes, making eye contact with the Night Fury.

Everybody on the cinema was cheering now.

"Come on Hiccup!"

"Go on son, kill that beast!"

Hiccup, on the other hand looks at himself on the screen in worry. He could already see himself hesitating. He already knew what was going to happen, what he was going to do before it even happened on the screen and he was afraid of how the village would react.

Hiccup closed his eyes again. The dragon then closed its eyes, resigning to its fate. Hiccup raises the knife again but lowers it in defeat.

"I did this." Hiccup said, his voice laced with guilt.

Olga, who was still watching looked slightly relieved that he wasn't going to kill the dragon.

"Hiccup what are you doing, kill it!" Stoick yelled at his son on the screen.

"What is up with that girl?" Gobber asked to himself, looking at the screen at Olga. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that the Hiccup in the movie didn't kill the Night Fury. He already figured it out the same time Hiccup himself did.

A/N: Alright, that's chapter 2. Please review and tell me what you think. I would like some honest feedback, it would help me improve my writing. Which would inevitably help improve this story.

The dragon's eyes snapped open at the sound of cutting. Hiccup is cutting the ropes, freeing the dragon.

Everyone's eyes widened and rage built up within them at what Hiccup was doing.

Olga moved forward, slightly surprised that Hiccup was releasing the dragon.

As soon as the Night Fury was free of the bola, the dragon pinned him to a boulder. It looked at Hiccup in the eyes with a piercing glare.

Olga watched with unblinking, not making a move to help him. She didn't even seem worried.

The dragon opened its mouth

Stoick squeezed the arm rest in his seat, his eyes widening and glued to the screen. He couldn't look away. Despite the anger he felt towards his son for releasing the dragon, he was worried that it was about to kill him.

...and gives him an ear splitting screech.

The dragon releases Hiccup and leaps away, bumping on rocks and cliffs as it tried to fly away.

Hiccup was too frightened by what had just occurred to notice that the way the dragon flew seemed disoriented.

But Olga did. She looked at the direction the Night Fury disappeared to and then looked at Hiccup as he fainted.

"Hiccup, what were you thinking releasing that dragon?! You could have killed it THEN and THERE!" Stoick yelled in rage. This time, his attention on the Hiccup in the cinema. Everybody yelled their agreement, calling him a traitor.

Except for Gobber. He was more curious about why the dragon didn't kill Hiccup. He's always thought that dragons always "go for the kill". Appeantly that one didn't and he didn't know why.

"I-I-I don't know. That-that's in the future. I didn't do any of that!" Hiccup stuttered.

Stoick wouldn't have any of it though. He was about to go over to his son when the voice interrupted him.

"Please refrain from any violent acts. There's a reason Odin wants you to see this. Just sit down and watch the rest of the movie. PLEASE!"

Stoick glared at his son before doing as the voice said and sat back down.

A/N: Okay that's the second chapter. Please review and give me feedback.