I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, Vikingskool, or anything. Dreamworks and Cartoon Saloon respectively own them. Though I partially wish there was a Viking Skool category here.

Loki was behind this trickery, or so Hiccup wanted to think.

Back in Berk, he had gain respect from his village, friends, and was reconnecting with his father after much strained distance in years. There had almost been a war with the Berserker clan back home and a major disaster averted, though not without some cost.

A sense of peace had enveloped the island of Berk with its Vikings picking up pieces and rebuilding.

And it with this peace did Hiccup let his guard down as he took a quick survey out at sea. His heart had been yearning to see what else was out in the archipelago, a sense of wanderlust he never knew he had.

This lead to a turn of events, including a storm, that somehow dominoed to the present as Mr. Hammerson lined the class single file up outside the school building, under a tree, bellowing at the kids.

"Urg! Step forward and hold up the target!" Hammerson yelled. He pointed at the bulkiest student, who towered over them in height and width, to come over.

With a boorish face and round belly, the boy was given a painted shield and walked a distance away from the class as the teacher threw an axe up, catching with with one hand mid air.

"Now, any volunteers?" Hammerson looked at the remaining students before throwing the axe, hitting the shield dead center, much to the relief of Urg, who yelled in fear at the flying axe.

Erik stepped forward, presenting his axe as he aimed. His face was stern as he shook the weapon in anticipation, already certain it would taste metal.

Ylva and Arni cheered for their friend as Erik took a stance and reeled back, his face full of determination as he eyed the shield. The axe was held back, twirling in the boy's hands like a batter at play.

"What's he gonna do? Fail like his grandpa?" A blonde haired girl shrilled. She watched him with a wicked grin on her face.

"Shut it, Doomhild!" Ylva said before growling like a wolf. It did nothing but stoked the flames of battle as the two girls exchanged insulting gestures.

Arni joined his friend as they cheered Erik on whileHiccup watched the exam with a lazy focus. Axe throwing was never his strong suit, nor were any traditional Viking activities.

"Great," Hiccup muttered, drawing out the first word. His voice overflowed with sarcasm. "Just what I need, a revisit to my childhood...or something like it."

After a few moments of silence, Erik threw the axe. It twirled in the air, going fast as everyone looked in awe and shock. At least, until it flew sideways, missing Urg, who was now sweating.

"What!? But I hit it last time!" Erik cried out.

"Ha! Looks like the heir of failure lives up to his name," Doomhild mocked. Urg laughed with her with a silly guffaw.

Ylva growled again at the girl as Hammerson went over and picked up the axe.

"Hmmm...you're stance needs work," he said in a low tone. His eyes darted to the crowd. "Who's next!?" He yelled.

One by one, the students lined up, throwing their axes. Some threw it at a student holding a shield or at a tree where a target sign was hung. There were many great throws, and some not so good. Among the bad, Arni had missed the target, hitting the ground mid-distance. The best throw came from Ylva, who threw her double-headed axe through the target, shaking the tree.

A few of the school's goats, who were up on the limbs, fell from the vibrations. They bleated in apathy, rolling themselves up like nothing happened.

That just left Hiccup, awkwardly holding an arm with a sigh as Hammerson walked up to him. The teacher hummed or growled lowly as he stared at the boy.

"Yeah..."Hiccup smiled nervously under his gaze. "I...lost my axe over seas. Mind pointing me to the armory?"

Hammerson stroked his beard, still growling in thought. The man's eyes never let the boy out of his sight, reminding the latter of a past memory he'd rather not think about.

"Right then!" Hammerson yelled. "We'll get you an axe! Tomorrow! You take the test." The teacher walked away as he returned to his students, yelling at them to return to the classroom for more lessons.

Hiccup sighed, almost wondering if he was in trouble for nothing, surprised at how the man was understanding. Maybe he wasn't going to have flashbacks of his childhood.

"Why do I get the feeling this is worse than years ago?" Hiccup muttered to himself as he poked at his meal with a wooden spoon.

The sun was high in the sky as moon signaled lunch. The chef, Ladeler, handed the students a scoop of...whatever he served. It either gruel or lumps, neither of which bothered the Viking boy.

Wandering the small lunch room, Hiccup smiled nervously as eyes were on him. He had been silent for the majority of the time as he studied along the group. Anything he said was mainly about the topic. He knew runes, and about the gods, but class topics included things like sailing, weapon maintenance, survival in the woods, and even other skills he never saw in school back home like basket weaving.

These skills he barely paid attention to.

Hammerson had been tough but fair, yelling throughout most of his classes with authority like a true viking warrior. The other teacher, Ms. Sinew, was more soft spoken in her teachings, the opposite of the burly man.

Sitting down, Hiccup took a spoonful of the food, puckering his lips as the bland taste. A shrug latter and he was soon digging, pondering how things got to this point ij life. Or that's what he wanted if we not for the fact He was soon joined by one of the students, a brown-haired girl named Brenna, who was followed by Ylva, Arni, and another Viking Sven.

The oh legged viking chewed slowly as he stared at his company, all leaning into him with questions.

"So what kind of clan are the Hairy Hooligans?" Sven asked, somehow looking through his untamable blonde hair that engulfed his eyes.

"Aye! And why haven't we heard from this clan?" Brenna asked.

Ylva leaned further in, sniffing Hiccup, who was taken back by the invasion of privacy, if there seemed to be. "And what's that other smell?" She asked.

"Uh..." Hiccup paused with his spoon in the air and his mouth hanging open. His eyes darted between the questioning Vikings, a sense of deja vu filling his mind.

Soon more Vikings joined, questioning the new kid, save for Doomhild, who held back Urg from joining in. The large boy frowned with a sigh.

"How exactly did you and Headmistress Eira meet?" Arni broke through the barrage of questions with his own. "Last I checked, Valkaries fly on magical, six footed horses."

The questions stopped as the curious glances became studying stares.

Hiccup sank into his seat, now even more nervous than before as sweat trickled down his face. He gulped his food, putting down the spoon and bowl, enticing the silent room as even the teachers leaned from their seats.

Except for Headmistress Eira, who stood up with an Ahem. Everyone now stared at her as she said, "I found Mr. Haddock at sea. His boat had been caught in a storm, leading up to an rather interesting conversation, which he'll share when he's ready. Is that correct, Mr. Haddock?"

The headmistress walked over to Hiccup, who rose in respect, patting him on the back. She gave a sly wink, which no one noticed.

"It seems his clan had been separated from the mainlands for centuries. How many years would you say, Hiccup?" She turned with a soft smile.

"Uh—duh...al-almost 400 years...in about three...maybe four," Hiccup said, rolling his shoulders as he spoke.

The young Vikings stared at Hiccup, muttering to themselves as they listened. Erik walked up to the boy with Arni, the former extending his hand as the two smiled.

"I don't anything about Berk, but welcome to Viking Skool," Erik said. "I'm Erik, and this is Arni. The one still sniffing you is Ylva." He pointed to the redheaded girl, who was on the ground like a dog.

"Gah! Would you stop that!?" Hiccup was taken back as he jumped. He patted his vest and tunic, wondering if it was time to wash them.

But he took the extended hand, smiling at the new friends.

"Ignore the forest hick." Doomhild pushed her way through the crowd, pointing to Hiccup's leg. "What is with your leg? It looks like a scrap heap reject."

Ladeler hummed with interest, walking over to get a better looks. Kneeling down, he grabbed hold of the peg leg as he reached for the pin hammer in his apron.

"You know it's removable, right?" Hiccup snarked, reaching down and removing the peg leg. He hobbled on one foot, sitting back down.

"Interesting build, but I don't see why the man couldn't just give ya a wooden leg," Ladeler commented, staring at the metal. An Ahem from Headmistress Eira, and he returned the prosthetic appendage, smiling as he went back to the kitchen.

Doomhild lead the group in staring at Hiccup. Ylva went forward and grabbed the leg, staring it and pushing her hand against the sprinted bottom, giggling

"Give me that." Hiccup snatched the leg back and reattached it. "Look," he said standing up, testing the spring. "Back in Berk, being a Viking is an occupational hazard. There's a lot of Vikings back home with a missing arm or legs. I a e even have Bucket, who's skull was cut into—"

The students gagged in horror at that remark. Sven remarked how that was not frosty, whatever that meant.

"He's fine." Hiccup waved them off. "Well, he never seems miserable. In fact he's rather happy all the time, even if he's not all there—"

"I believe we'll have plenty of for stories about Berk after classes," Eira interrupted with an authorities voice. "And while I understand you are all excited, classes resume very soon, so eat up."

Everyone did as they were told, sharing glances at Hiccup as he went back to eating. A pleasant surprise was the company of Vikings like Erik, Arni, and Ylva, who smiled from their seats.

From the stuff table, Headmistress Eira had taken back her seat alongside Hammerson and Sinew, the later of which leaned forward, whispering something to the taller warrior woman.

Eira would answer back with vague remarks, staring at Hiccup and his new friends. Keeping her mysterious smile, the teachers shrugged, now curious at her remarks, but they had plenty of time to see this new Viking's worth.

As I work on Journey Past the Edge, more episodes of f Viking Skool came out. While not the entire season is out, yet, I'll be working on the introductory arc as I dish out more chapters.

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RonaldM40196867: Honestly the lore. I love How to Train Your Dragon, thought I'm not a fan of Hidden World or the new series, and when I saw Viking Skool, I immediately knew I wanted to write a crossover.