IT LIVES! OMG i am sooo sorry. I ment to updated sooner, like six months sooner but my computer broke like right after my last update, and I dont meen it crashed D meen it died. Everything was screwed up to the point wew even when pluged in the start up program wouldent even respond. It took us this long to get a new one and its my moms old one that was also busted so my dad hat to take it to one of his friends and have them rebulid the stuped thing befor it worked and get it set up put an ativiris in it and update it and... but thats all in the past i will be updating agein and hopefully start buting up sone new stories as well. That may take awile tho seeing as how I lost all of them on my last computor but I diegress...

I do not own HTTYD if I did there would be a lost more angst, you dont even know. XD

Anyway on with the story! Yay!

The third Alice was an innocent young boy of gold.

It was amazing, according to the old scrolls, the boy the King had banished and left for dead on some godsforsaken island, had been found very much alive, living with Dragons! It was said he was blessed by the gods. the King couldn't be happier, Until that is his son ThugHeart brought up a disturbing thought.

An enchanting, graceful figure in the world of Wonderland.

Did his son, Hiccup, want his throne? He had just brought the boy back, there was no way. But then maby his son resanted him for throwing the boy away.

He charmed the people in the land to his beck and call.

No that was just silly, his young son couldn't possibly want his throne. He was too kind hearted, he had dragons following him around for Thor's sake. There was no way a boy filled with so much love could even come up with such a plan. Right?

A peculiar country answering to each command.

He could see the young Prince now playing with one of the beasts. Hiccup was perched on his fathers grand throne playing with what he called his brother, a smallish dragon named Furious, and As Grimbeard watched his son play he noticed something odd. Hiccup was making sounds in a kind of rhythmic pattern , a pattern that the scaly beast was responding to. It almost sounded like the feral child was talking to the fire breathing lizard.

So a man rose into the throne to be the country's king.

ThugHeart couldn't believe his luck, there he was his adorable little brother patronizing with the enemy, a little black cat looking thing, and his father was right there watching them. He could practically see the moment his father snapped, hate shrouding his eyes with a murderous gleam. As he watch the event take place he felt nothing but smug. And here his dumb younger brother ChuckleHead said it wouldn't work.

Consumed by paranoia of his own impending death.

'So it was true then', thought the King, ' my son resents me so much that he's willing to use the dragons to overthrow me!'. It was said that the last of the great kings was consumed with betrayal and hatred that he didnt even notice what had happened until he noticed his son dying in his arms.

Hiccup didn't even know what happened, one moment he was on his fathers throne playing with Furious, the next his father was right in front of him. Sword stuck through his chest and embedded into the stone throne behind him. Looking up he looked at his father with such hurt the man in front of him came back to himself in shock.

Soon the king succumbed to a dark and nightmarish dream.

With his broken Norse he asked his father " Why?"

The King looked at his hands in despair and pulled away from the sword like it was a plague, the steal remand still sheathed in his son's chest and the stone behind him. Blood was splattered on his hands and when hiccup started to slump forward on the sword grimbeard quickly brought his hand up the stop his beloved son from hurting himself even more.

"I'm sorry" the King cried his hands smearing blood on hiccups face and in his blond hair turning it into a sickening red-brown,"I'm sorry... you ... the dragons... no im sorry... I...I,"

Seeing his fathers remorse hiccup brought a hand up and placed it on Grimbeard face, "It...ohkey," gods! His son didn't even know norse yet!" Hiccup ... forgive fa...father. Hiccup, dragons, w...want peace. Hiccup... loves father... Hiccup... loves..." Hiccup had a soft smile on his face when his eyes closed. Grimbeard wanted but when his son did not take another breath he fell to his knees put his head in his sons lap, still pinned to the cold stained stone, and cried.

Disguised in kindness, loathing fate, he secured his regime.

Furious watched the tragity un foled. He had watched in horror when his Brothers Father impaled him with a humin false claw, he watched in grief when his brother took his last breaths, and he watched as his brother closed is heyes for the last time. Right then scored all of the humans for only one had his heart and it had just been broken, Broken in half and unable to be fixed. The dragon cried dragon tears and swore to get revenge, revenge for the one person in the world that he loved, and now lost. Furious would become his names sake, attacking all humans he came across. Evancholy he was caught and imprisoned in the deepest hole the Vikings could find. Locked there until he grew so big the chains surrounding him restricted all movement. forced to remain in his cell until he rotted away in to nothing and finally rejoined the boy he could never truly live without.

For the most part ThugHearts plan worked, though his youngest brother was next in line for the throne he was now dead, by their own fathers hands! The throne would be his now. But Grimbeard split his kingdom apart and in his grief the kingdom fell. ChuckleHead became the Chief of the HaryHoolagens.

ThugHeart, because of his betrayal was banished, becoming the chief of the outcast tribe, he swore on his brother's death that his line would one day claim the throne back and rule over the tribes with an iron fist.

Grimbeard put his son to rest, through the blemished thrown into the ocean and set sail, never to be seen again.