Hiccup was racing through the village, followed by calls of, "What are you doing out?", and, "Get inside." He had often been out during the dragon raids, and he had an unfortunate streak of bad luck. No matter what he tried to do, it always seemed to backfire. Like the time he tried to hold a dragon down, and almost got carried off. The time that he tried to put out a fire and ended up starting more fires. And many, many other mistake he had made over the years. Suddenly he was pulled back and out of danger. The one who had saved him was an enormous Viking, with a huge beard and wearing a fur cape and a scaled type of armor. The Viking's name is Stoick the Vast, and he is the Chief of Berk. He also appeared to be annoyed that Hiccup was outside. "Who let him out, what are you doing? Get inside!" Stoick says, shoving him towards the forge.

As Hiccup rushed into the forge, Gobber called, "Oh, so you finally decided to show up. I thought that you'd been carried off."

"Who, me?" Hiccup counters, smirking at the verbal jab, "No, I'm way too muscular for their tastes. They wouldn't know what to do with all this…" He gestures down towards his chest, accentuating a barely-visible physique.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" Gobber countered, as he hurriedly tried to reshape a bent sword. Hiccup opened the front window of the shop and had a supply of bent and twisted weapons plopped down onto the counter as he could hear the people in front, calling out, "Quickly! Quickly!" Picking up the mangled tools, Hiccup carried them over to the forging area and then proceeded to work the bellows to start the fire back up and heat the metal so it was malleable.

"C'mon. Hurry." Hiccup heard Astrid call. Looking out the window, he saw Astrid working with four other teens to put out the fires. One was tall, but very broad with a thick arms and large hands. He was wearing a brown fur shirt. This is Fishlegs, the resident dragon nerd. He could tell you everything you ever wanted to know about a type of dragon, and then some things you didn't want to know.

Another was shorter than the rest, but he was also broad, with large biceps and hands, while he wore a dirty shirt, underneath a black vest. This is Snotlout, the most boastful Viking you will ever meet. Hiccup swore that Snotlout was only in love with himself a little less than he kept trying to impress Astrid, which didn't make Hiccup feel any better. Snotlout was his cousin, and had been tormenting Hiccup since before he could walk. Hiccup had very quickly learned to take it and not utter a sound.

The other two were twins, one male and one female. Both were tall and lanky, in contrast to the others. Both had almost matching helmets and intelligence levels. Both also had a penchant for causing trouble, much different from Hiccup, who wanted to help but ended up with trouble. Amazingly, they were actually helping everyone else put out the fires. Hiccup was slightly confused as to why they were doing as they were ordered, but shrugged it off as he went staring back at Astrid.

He had loved her for the longest time. She was perfect, and he didn't know how to say it to her. Besides, with how she had treated him since they met, he was pretty sure that she would never like him back. They had met when they were much, much younger and they had seemed to get along very well. That was, until the Flightmare attacked the village and killed her Uncle. After that, she seemed to carry an incredible hatred of any and all dragons and an intense desire to revenge herself on them. Hiccup hadn't liked that she had stopped talking to him, but it was something that he had at least partially understood. Dragons had killed his own mother, after all.

He knew that in order to even get noticed by Astrid, he would have to kill a dragon. The number and quality of dragons you killed stood as you rank in society. Stoick was the chief and had been declared so because he had killed many dragons, several Deadly Nadders, several Gronkles, a few Zipplebacks, and a couple Monstrous Nightmares.

Drawing himself out from his reverie, he saw Gobber attaching his axe-hand to the stump where his other hand used to be. "Guard the stall, Hiccup. They need me out there." Hiccup looked Gobber up and down, clearly signaling that they must be desperate if whole, adult Vikings were asking for aid from one of their injured comrades. "Stay. In. The. Stall." Gobber stated, emphasizing each word with a poke to the chest, "We don't want you getting hurt." Gobber charged away, shouting a Viking war cry. Waiting until he could no longer see Gobber, Hiccup went into the back and took up a small invention he had been working on.

Rushing to the nearby cliffs, Hiccup took up position, wanting to take down the "untouchable" Night Fury. Setting it down and securing the spikes in place, he reached up to a handle by the side and pulled, bringing up a large crossbow looking contraption. Pulling back the drawstring and locking it in place, he pulled back and looked through the small aiming reticule he had installed, he scanned the skies for the elusive shadow of the beast that would be his repayment for all his mistakes and mishaps. Hearing the telltale shriek of the Night Fury and seeing the elusive shadow for a fraction of a second, he looked down the iron sights and followed it's silhouette, before firing a bola at it. A second later, he heard a telltale shriek, confirmation that the Night Fury had been hit. In the dim, morning light, Hiccup could just barely make out the outline of the beast as it disappeared into the trees.

"Yes! Yes! I did it! Did anyone just see that?" Hiccup whooped, elated at his apparent luck here. However his celebration was cut short by the appearance of a Monstrous Nightmare, that climbed over the edge of the cliff and crushed his invention beneath his enormous feet. "Oh, come on. That was the only one." Hiccup whined, before taking off towards town. Dodging left and right to avoid jets of fire, Hiccup found rocks to hide behind. He saw the dragon pass him and he waited praying that it would not find him. However his luck didn't hold out and the dragon spotted him. Opening it's mouth, showing the fire that was about to roast him. Hiccup waited, planning on jumping out of the way. But the fire never came, as a blur hit the Monstrous Nightmare on itds snout. Stoick rolls to a stop, before popping to his feet, ready to keep pounding the beast into submission. The Monstrous Nightmare rears back, ready to roast Stoick. What came out was only small enough to fry a fish on. The dragon cowered as Stoick advanced, before it was waylaid with an assortment of punishing hits, before it flew away, empty-handed.

Turning back to Hiccup, Stoick looked down, radiating disappointment. Hiccup looked around, seeing the village still on fire, 3 houses burned badly, and 4 houses still on fire. Other houses were also on fire from the chase between Hiccup and the Dragon. Hiccup looked down, before muttering "Okay but I hit a Night Fury."

Stoick grabbed Hiccup's arm and started walking him home. "I really did hit a Night Fury. It fell down off of Raven's point. If you would ju-"

"Stop! Just…stop. I have an entire village to feed. Winter is drawing near and I have an entire village to feed. Make sure he gets back to the house." Stoick motions to Gobber.

"Why does he hate me so much?" Hiccup asked as they got to his house.

"You got this all wrong. It isn't how your look, it's what's up here that he can't stand." Gobber motioned to Hiccup's head.

"I just want to be one of you guys." Hiccup said, as he retreated into his house.

A/N: That is chapter 2. I don't know if you like it. Please review and tell me if you would like to see anything. Next time...Dragon Training!