Hi guys! This chapter is really short and I promise the next will be longer. I wanted to get it up so you guys can have something to read. Now remember, some of the scenes are going to be different and there will be Hiccup whump. Not in this chapter, but just a warning for upcoming chapters. Okay... um. Don't forget to review. I really like those. Here we go!

*Introduction*

"This, is Berk. It's twelve days North of Hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery."

"It's not that bad, Hiccup. Anyways, our village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new."

"Ha. Yeah, new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have…"

"...Dragons."

*Now*

"Sorry, dad." Hiccup says. I see the escaped Deadly Nadders fly past with our sheep in their clutches. I stand with Astrid, watching as the crowd of vikings murmur waiting for Stoick's response. I eye Hiccup with a look of embarrassment for him. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury."

I put my head in my hand as Stoick grabbed Hiccup by the scruff of his collar and hauled him away. I followed slowly behind the two and overheard what he was telling his father.

"It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it-"

"STOP! Just… Stop." He released Hiccup and I stopped a few paces behind them. The rest of the village was silent, staring expectantly at the two. "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"

Hiccup looked at me, rolled his eyes and then looked back at his father. "Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?"

A few of the vikings grabbed their stomachs and mumbled self-consciously. I couldn't help, but let out a little laugh.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" Stoick exasperated, "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

Hiccup shook his head and started talking with his arms, "I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just… kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad."

Stoick looked down at his son, "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them."

Hiccup gasped quietly and turned around to see the many nods of agreement.

"Get back to the house," Stoick turned to Gobber, "Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up." Stoick walked off the other direction and Gobber led Hiccup back to his house.

"Quite the performance," Tuffnut laughed. I shot him a quick death stare.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout exclaimed.

"Shut up, Snotlout!" I told him. I followed Hiccup and Gobber up to the large house on the hill.

"I really did hit one," Hiccup tried.

"Sure, Hiccup." Gobber said, not really listening.

"He never listens."

"Well, it runs in the family."

Hiccup and I walked inside and went to his tool shed. I sat down and listened to him rant. "And when he does, it's always with this… disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich."

He started shrugging his shoulders, imitating Stoick, "Excuse me, Barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fish bone."

I let out a little laugh and a big sigh. "It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside you he can't stand."

Hiccup looked at me and nodded, "Thank you, for summing that up."

"Look," I put my hand on his shoulder. "The point is, stop trying to be something you're not. I like you just the way you are."

Hiccup gasped and looked at me. "Come on. Let's go!" He stood up and grabbed my hand. We ran out the back door and into the woods.

After thirty minutes of Hiccup looking over gorges and between trees, he snapped the book closed and put it in his pocket. "Ugh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon." Hiccup ranted mostly to himself.

"Are you ready to go home, Hiccup?" I asked.

Hiccup whacked a low hanging branch and it came back and hit him in the face. "Shh."

He looked up and I followed his gaze, we were looking at a snapped tree trunk. Hiccup's eyes met mine for a moment before following it to a trail of up-turned earth. We followed, Hiccup leading. A downed black dragon, it's tail and body wrapped in a bola. I gasped and Hiccup put his hand on my stomach. "Wait here."

Hiccup approached the dragon slowly. He turned back and looked at me, "Oh wow. I did it. This fixes everything. Yes!" He struck a victory pose and placed his foot on the fallen Night Fury. "I have brought down this mighty beast!"

It suddenly shifted and Hiccup sprung backwards. He suddenly turned his blade on it and I put my hand over my mouth. This wasn't who Hiccup was. Hiccup creeped along beside the dragon, his dagger poised to strike.