Whoa, sorry this took so long guys, I'm just now coming out of my writers-block. This chapter, I'm hoping, should make up for my not writing in so long. It has a twist! So, lets go on to anonymous reviews!

Francesva; No scene? That's fine, I'm glad you liked the fish! Home-work, *shivers *, I hate the stuff! I made the mistake of not offering a prize this time, my bad, so I'll reward you with, a smiley face! *XD (it has a hat! Lol) Thanks!

Adam: No need to cuss, lol, I'll make Hiccup feel plenty guilty for leaving out his poor little dragon! Good idea, but I went a different way with this chapter, (I'm just making this up as I go along!), things can't have gone over that easily... mwahaha! Oh, and here's your smiley,&:D (it has cool hair!)

Now, on with the story! Peace!

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"Toothless! Toothless, buddy! This is ridiculous! I've now managed to loose a dragon not once, but twice!"

Hiccup was now trudging through the woods, shouting in stray hope that he could find his dragon.

"Tooth-"

Hiccup dropped face forward onto the snow-covered ground, his good foot twisted sideways beside the rock that had tripped him. All was black.

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Hiccup moaned as the world came back into view.

"uuuggghhh..."

He felt the ground underneath him. Was that ground? No, that was far to soft to be ground. It was... a bed. His bed.

"What the crap?" he questioned, sitting up and running his fingers through his, long, hair? He hadn't had hair that long since he was seven! He quickly sprang out of bed, and shivered as the cold wood of the floor touched his feet.

"oh crap, oh crap!" he exclaimed. He looked down at both of his legs.

"I'm dead. I fell and died."

"Hiccup?" came a voice that he hadn't heard in ages. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Mom!"

Hiccup ran to his mother and was scooped up into a hug.

"Hiccu', what's wrong?"

"mom..."

"It's okay, I'm right here. It's okay..."

"But- but, mom-"

"sshh. Come on, get ready. We need to meet your father at the main hall."

"I-"

"Go on, sweetie."

Hiccup stopped trying to get in a word, and began to get dressed.

'This is so messed up,' he thought to himself as eh crept down the stairs.

"Tooth-, oh yeah..." he remembered, straying from his usual habit of tackling his best friend in the mornings.

"What was that, Hiccu'?"

"oh, nothing."

"You ready?"

"um..."

"Nervous about the meeting today?"

"There's a meeting today?"

"Yes dear, you get to help your father, remember?"

"uh, yeah..."

"Come on, we don't want to be late, do we?" she asked, scooping his small, seven-year-old, form up.

"mmooommm..."

"aw," she put him back down, "too big for hugs?"

"Nooo..."

Hiccup loved hugs from his mother more than anything, but considering she was dead, he found it more than disturbing.

"Okay then, lets go!"

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"Son!" Stoik shouted over the uproar of vikings, "You're late!"

"uh, yeah... sorry..."

"Quite alright! I don't know one timely viking here on Berk!"

The large chief laughed to himself, "Come, sit!"

Hiccup sat in a chair beside his father. He glanced around the room. There was Gobber and Spinelout, arguing in the corner. Tuffnut senior was drunk in the back, along with another third of the men. And there where the other kids, just a tad older than himself. Ruffnut and Astrid where boasting about how far they could throw a knife. Tuffnut and Fishlegs where having a burping contest, Tuffnut seemingly winning. Snotlout was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, giving Hiccup a death glare. He wanted to be the one in the chair beside the chief. He wanted to be in charge. Not Hiccup, the weak. Hiccup the useless. Hiccup was no chief, no viking, but a worthless know-it-all! Or, at least in his older cousin's opinion.

Hiccup had always thought that was an odd combination. Useless, and a know-it-all. And clumsy. Don't forget clumsy.

"Alright!" boomed Stoik, "Let the meeting begin!"

He nudged Hiccup roughly in the ribs, "take notes, son, this is how you chief a tribe!"

"yeah, sure..."

Hiccup watched intensely as various vikings argued about this that and the other.

Why was he here? This felt so familiar...

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Okay! Gash, this is one messed up story, huh? You know it! Wanna know why? Because it came out of my messed up little brain, that's why! Sooo... game time! Here goes! This game will be called, "So, what's the deal with Hiccup? Is he dead, or what?, Game" game. Send in your thoughts, and or opinions, and win a space ship! (a Klingon bird of pray, for all those Trekkies out there! Lol)

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With this, conquiring the galaxy should be really easy! So, Please review! Thanks for reading! Peace- LightIsTheKey14.