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His Dad always said that he was different from the moment he could crawl, Hiccup disagreed. He was different from the moment he could write.

The first time he noticed it was when he was able to find his father's inkwell. Snowstorm had just turned two, and Hiccup was determined to teach her how to write. Sure he could've used charcoal but ink looked so much better on parchment.

After dipping the quill into the ink Hiccup firmly wrapped Snow's fingers around it before guiding it towards the parchment. Before she could even make a line the curly-haired toddler dropped it. Patiently Hiccup placed the quill back in her hand. This time she was able to make a short and squiggly line before dropping it again.

Snow frowned up at him when he tried to place the quill back in her hand. She was beginning to get bored of this game. This time the line was longer but Snow still dropped it. Before Hiccup could pick up the quill Snow grabbed it with her other hand. The little toddler looked in amazement at how easy it was to hold the quill with her other hand.

Hiccup watched as his sister scribbled on the parchment with ease. The lines were still sloppy but considerably neater than the lines before. Snow smiled proudly at him as she scribbled vigorously with the quill held firmly in her right hand. Hiccup smiled back silently wondering why his sister didn't write with the same hand he did.

After that he became more aware of other people's hands and his own. His Daddy and sister used their right hand for everything. His Mommy switched between hands during different tasks. She held her sword with her right hand but she held her sewing needle with her left. He was the only who used their left hand for everything.

He didn't mind at first, though he did feel a bit left out. No, the only time he began to mind was when other's started to notice.

The first one to notice was a six-year-old Astrid Hofferson. They were pretending to be warriors about to race off to battle when she suddenly stopped.

"You're holding it wrong," she said pointing to the wooden sword in his hand.

"No, I'm not," he protested, holding out his hand for her to see. His grip was perfect, not too loose and not too tight, just like his Daddy had taught him.

"Yes, you are," she insisted. "You're using the wrong hand. Thorki said that you used your right hand for the sword and the left for the shield."

She held out her right hand to prove her point.

Hiccup frowned, not liking what she was saying. "I don't like using my right hand, it feels wrong."

Astrid rolled her eyes, something she picked up from her brothers. "That's only because you haven't practiced with it. Besides, you can't fight using your left hand."

"I can fight."

"Prove it," she said, swinging at him.

Hiccup blocked it, frowning deeply. It wasn't fair really. Astrid was older, stronger, and had two older brothers who taught her to fight before she could walk. Of course she was going to win.

So, you can only imagine his surprise when several blows later Astrid's sword flew out of her hand. Both children looked at one another in shock before slowly giggling in surprise.

"I told you I could fight," said Hiccup, picking up her sword.

"Yes, you did and you can fight," she admitted good-naturedly. "But you still need to practice with your right hand a bit."

"Alright," he agreed, handing her back the wooden sword.

He practiced with his right hand after that, but it never quite felt right. His grip wasn't as firm and his attacks weren't as steady. He especially didn't like the fact that he almost always lost when he used his right hand. But it was easier for him when he did.

As he got older people began to notice just how different he was, and not everyone was as nice about it as Astrid or Snow. Fishlegs would give him funny looks while Snotlout and the Twins would just laugh at his quirks. His Mom and Dad would stubbornly put whatever weapon they were trying to teach him to use into his right hand, because that was the right way.

As time went on Hiccup learned that people didn't care what hand you used to write or eat, but when he held a weapon then he had do it the right way. If that meant that he would look like a below average fighter, not at all what a chief's son should be, then that was the price he had to pay in order to fit in.

Years went by and soon Hiccup didn't have to worry about fitting in anymore. He had trained a Night Fury and stopped a 300 year long war with the help of his sister and friends. He was finally able to fully be himself and he was going to make the most of it, which is why when Gobber called them for an impromptu sword-fighting lesson he couldn't help but feel confident.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," said Snotlout arrogantly, twirling the dull sword in his hand just to show-off.

"You're too kind, Snotlout," answered Hiccup, sending his sister a cheeky smile. She gave him a knowing look, 'let him have it,' she mouthed.

Gobber held a hand up in the air, "No name calling, no low blows, and no cheating. Annnnndddd, go!"

Snotlout made the first move, striking aggressively at his cousin completely contradicting his earlier words. Hiccup blocked it, pushing back at the bigger boy's sword with shocking skill. For Snotlout and the rest that is, Snow was one of the few people along with Camicazi that know of Hiccup's outstanding swords skills.

They stayed like that for several minutes, with Snotlout striking and Hiccup either sidestepping or blocking.

"Why are you smiling?" asked Snotlout, slightly frustrated with the smaller boy's constant defensive. "I'm winning."

Hiccup's smile grew wider, "There's something you should know."

"What?" said Snotlout, swinging straight at the other boy.

Hiccup sidestepped it, grinning as Snotlout lost his balance for a second.

"I'm not right-handed," said Hiccup tossing the sword to his dominant hand.

"Why does that-"

Snotlout was unable to finish as Hiccup has stroke at him. The buffer teen was just able to block it before Hiccup swung again. Everyone stared wide-eyed as they watched the boys fight. It was surreal to see Snotlout barely be able to keep up with Hiccup. They never thought just how much of a difference using you dominant hand could make. Hiccup's strikes were quicker, stronger, and more precise.

Much too quickly for anyone's liking Snotlout was disarmed. The dark-haired boy stared at his cousin in shock, unsure of how to react to this turn of events. Luckily Hiccup decided for him.

"Good fighting there, Snotlout," said Hiccup extending his hand out for him to shake. Snotlout looked at it for a second before grasping it with his own.

"Yeah, you weren't too bad either," he said. "Even if I was going easy on you."

"Sure, Lout, sure," was all Hiccup said in return.

Got to love Hiccup, he's such a good sport. I hope you liked this chapter, I'm still trying to adapt to third person pov. Tell me what you thought, I am always grateful for outside input.

Til next time be safe, be good, and be thankful. Bye~