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Chapter 1: This is Berk

"Narration"

"Thoughts."

"High Valerian."

"Dragonese."

"Normal speaking."

5,000 years ago.

The Barbaric Archipelago, 500 miles away from Norway.

All stories have a beginning and an end. This is the beginning of the first Viking Dragon Rider. Let's start with his place of birth.

This is Berk. It's twelve degrees north of Hopeless, a few degrees south of Freezing to Death and located at the Meridian of Misery. A Viking Village on an island with quite mountainous and rocky arms and fingers of cliffs protruding out of the water like a hand reaching the sky. In a word, the village that resides the mouth of the island is sturdy. It has already been around for seven generations, but every single building is new. Some would consider Berk to be a haven despite the constant rebuilding. The people have fishing, hunting and charming sunsets.

The only problems are the pests.

A herd of sheep is grazing in a grass field before one of them is snatched by a flying creature. Instead of panicking, the sheep nearby moves over to the now open spot and continues grazing.

Most places have problems with mice and mosquitos. But not Berk. Oh no, Berk has something else.

Hearing the sounds of roars and shouting outside his house, a young boy of fifteen years old walks to the front door of his house. He had brown hair, green eyes with a light green shirt under a brown fur vest, darker pants and leather boots. He opened the door and saw a large, winged reptile with four curved horns flame like spines on its back as sheep run away in fright. The reptile sees him and shoots a stream of liquid fire at his direction. The boy quickly closes the door before the fire can get inside and the fire makes the door behind him shake.

"Dragons," the boy whispered under his breath in awe and fear.

Yep. Berk has dragons. Real, fire breathing, flying dragons.

Outside of the house, dozens were setting fire to many buildings and grabbing sheep and yaks in their talons while many men and women brandish any weapon they can find-swords, spears, axes, bludgeons and hammers-and try to stop them. One man even jumped and grabbed onto a sheep that was in the talons of a Deadly Nadder that was flying off to the ocean. Another man was being carried by a Gronckle in its jaws and he was hitting it in the face with a hammer before the dragon got tired of him and dropped him.

Now, most people would leave. But not the people of Berk. They're Vikings. They have stubbornness issues.

Leaving his burning house, the boy begins to run through the village. His name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Sounds like a great name, right? Well, it's not the worst. Besides, Viking parents believe that a horrible name will scare off gnomes and trolls. As if their charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that for them already.

The Viking that was dropped by a Gronckle lands in front of Hiccup and gets up like nothing happened and ran to fight another dragon. Hiccup ducks under two Vikings that were carrying a log. A third Viking was distracted by Hiccup and hit his head on the middle of the log, knocking the other two down.

Oh, I hope they're okay. Hiccup thought before turning around only to be blown back by an explosion and a Viking lands on top of him, ready to chop him with an axe. "RRRAAAARRGH!" the man yelled fiercely before he sees Hiccup and smiles cheerfully (or insanely) "Morning," and runs to battle.

Meet Hiccup's neighbors.

Hoark the Haggard. "What are you doing out?!"

"House on fire, heading to the forge!" replied Hiccup as he ran past his neighbors.

Burnthair the Broad. "Get inside!"

"House on fire!" the teen called back.

Phlegma the Fierce. "Get back inside!" Hiccup didn't bother replying.

And Ack. Hiccup runs past a man that is simply picking his ear, silent as an ox and ignoring the battle around. Yep, just Ack.

He then runs past Laena Valyrion. "You better be going inside, young man!" she said sternly, and Hiccup knew better than to argue with her. She and her husband were new to the village somewhat. They've said to be from a land called Westeros. She's practically Hiccup's mother. She had tan skin with dark gray hair.

Laena watched Hiccup run up the ramp before nodding and ran to join the other Vikings.

Hiccup ran across the Village Plaza before he felt a large hand grab him by his vest and lift him off the ground just as the ground, he was about to step on was hit with dragon fire. "Hiccup!" the man called out in worry before turning to anyone nearby. "What is he doing out again?" he turned to glare at Hiccup. "What are you doing out?" he then pushes Hiccup. "Get inside."

The man stood six feet tall. Easily the tallest and most muscular of the Vikings alive. He had auburn hair and a large beard, and a cape made of fur. This was Stoick the Vast. Chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe. Rumor has it that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders. Is it true? Hiccup believes so.

Stoick surveys the battle before seeing a Deadly Nadder nearby. He overturns a cart of food and throws it at the dragon, causing it to screech in pain and drop the sheep it carried.

Stoick huffed before turning to Leana's husband, Daemon Targaryen. He had silver hair and violet eyes and wore black clothes with matching armor with a sword he called Dark Sister and a belt that had a symbol of a three headed dragon. He was treated as an outsider when he and his wife came to Berk thirteen years ago before he earned the Village's respect after he killed two Changewings and captured a Monstrous Nightmare. He was now considered to be Stoick's second in command. Hiccup also respects him greatly as a teacher for the man had taken time to teach Hiccup how to wield a sword. "Daemon, what do we got?"

"Nadders, Gronckles, Zipplebacks," Daemon replied. "Hoark claimed to have seen a Monstrous Nightmare and one of my daughters found a few Terrible Terrors in a couple of chicken coops." Then a fireball crashed nearby and exploded. The Vikings nearby ducked under cover while Daemon and Stoick didn't flinch as nothing happened.

"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked as a piece of burning rubble landed on his shoulder pad.

"Not that I saw," Daemon shrugged, looking to the night sky. "Good," Stoick said, brushing the fire off and not batting an eye.

Meanwhile, Hiccup had reached his destination: the Village Blacksmith forge. He runs past a Viking with a large blonde mustache, a peg leg and his left hand was replaced with a pair of tongs and a stone tooth. This meathead with interchangeable hands was Gobber the Belch. He was a close friend of the chief and a mentor to Hiccup. The boy had been his apprentice since he was little. Well, little than he is now.

"Nice of you to join the party!" Gobber said, hammering on a dented-up sword. "I thought you'd be carried off."

"What, who me?" Hiccup asked with a smirk as he took off his vest and put on a leather apron. "Nah, I'm way to muscular for their taste." He picks up a square mace attachment for Gobber and placed it on a wall of other attachments. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this," he strikes a pose to show his skinny arms. Granted he had some muscle from Daemon's training and years from working on the forge but not enough to notice at first glance.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" Gobber asked in good humor.

"Ha. You're not getting rid of me that easily," Hiccup snarked as he opened up a window shutters and many Vikings gave him their weapons for maintenance and replacements. He carries them to the embers and begins heating them up.

"Move to the lower defenses!" Stoick and Daemon ordered the former's brother in-law, Spitelout Jorgenson and a group of warriors. "We'll counterattack with the catapults."

As they run down to the lower levels of the village, Daemon pauses and glances up to see Laena and their oldest daughter, Baela. She resembled her mother. She had a necklace of dragon teeth with dark blue clothes. Both of them were shooting arrows at any dragons that flew by and made them drop livestock.

Daemon's lips curled up in pride before he continued running down the ramp and a Monstrous Nightmare sprays fire at a house above.

Understand it now? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.

"Fire!" a man called out, getting Hiccup's attention. He sees the fire brigade run to the scene. The fire brigade was made up of Hiccup's generation.

The first one he saw was Fishlegs Ingerman. Despite his large size, he was more of a pacifist and a bookworm. He was a bit timid but Hiccup had saw that he can be dependable.

Next was Hiccup's bully. Snotlout Jorgenson. He was shorter than Fishlegs but had the same muscle size. The ideal son of a Viking and someone many wished was heir to being chief. He was a great fighter but he what he had in muscles, he lacked in brains and had an ego the size of the island combined with an IQ hardly bigger than a butter knife.

Then came Baela's younger sister, Rhaena. Her clothes were lighter than Baela's and her hair was less curly than Baela's. She briefly waved at Hiccup who returned it. Yeah, she and Baela are the few that Hiccup can call friends. Or sisters.

Then came the Thorston twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut. They share many things as twins. A bowl, a spoon, a stuffed yak, a deep-rooted love for combat, destruction and mischief. . . and half a working brain cell.

And last but certainly not least, Astrid Freya the Fearless Hofferson. Now how to describe her? She's the most skilled of her generation and has a drive for self-improvement and to be the best warrior in Berk.

Astrid splashed water on the burning house only for another fireball to make it worse. She flipped her hair and walked away from the fire. She glances to Hiccup's direction and smiles seductively at him before running to get more water with the others.

Honestly, sometimes their job looks cooler than his, in Hiccup's point of view.

Hiccup tries to climb out the window but is grabbed by Gobber's hook. Most of the time, Hiccup would tell Gobber not to touch him with his hook given that he is known as the one with least baths taken in a whole year. "Ah, ah." Gobber said as he lifted Hiccup off his feet.

"Oh, come on. Let me out please." Hiccup pleaded. "I need to leave my mark!"

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks," Gobber replied. "Most of them in the wrong places." he jabbed Hiccup with his hook."

"Please. Two minutes. I'll show my skills and kill a dragon." Hiccup said. "My life will get infinitely better. I could probably even get a date!"

"Your skills ain't going to be enough!" Gobber exclaimed before counting on his fingers. "Besides, you can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe." he then picks up some bolas.

"If I can't lift a hammer, then I shouldn't be here, should I?" Hiccup remarked before a Viking grabbed the bolas from Gobber. What Gobber said wasn't true. Hiccup can lift a hammer. If it was a war hammer than that would be difficult. And he can chop wood with an axe for his work. And the last time he threw bolas, Mildew ended up tripping and rolling down to the docks. Hiccup apologized and for the rest of his life, he's been wondering why he bothered.

"Besides, this will throw it for me." Hiccup walked to the back of the forge and patted his latest invention. This caused the Bola Launcher to open up, pick up a hammer and fling to Gobber who stepped out of the way and Rhaena entered the forge with her sword.

"Hey, Hiccup. Can you sharpen my-Whoa!" Rhaena ducked down and the hammer hit a Viking behind her in the forehead. The man was knocked out cold before he hit the ground.

"Now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber snapped as he hobbled over to Hiccup and Rhaena went to check if the man was okay.

"A mild spring issue," Hiccup tried saying.

"No, Hiccup, if you want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all. . . " the blacksmith paused and just gestured to Hiccup. "This."

"But you just pointed to all of me!" Hiccup protested in a mildly offended tone. He knew that Gobber was just joking.

"Yes, that's it!" Gobber exclaimed. "Stop being all of you!"

"And what? Start being like Snotlout or the Twins?" Rhaena asked as she reentered the forge before scoffing. "Yeah, like Berk needs anymore of those idiots."

"Thanks, Rhea." Hiccup said before glaring and pointing at Gobber. "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw Vikingness contained? THERE'LL BE CONSEQUENCES!" he shouts at the end.

"I'll take my chances," Gobber said flatly before taking Rhaena's sword and handing it to Hiccup. "Sword. Sharpen. Now."

Hiccup stumbled a little before sighing and walking over to the sharpening wheel with Rhaena behind him. "Don't worry, Hic. I'm sure you'll get out there." she said supportively and patting the boy on the back before stepping back.

"Yeah, one day." Hiccup muttered. "Because killing a dragon is everything around here."

Baela's expression becomes saddened and disgusted as she heard that and glanced out the window to see the Vikings battling the dragons. Her eyes focus on the Deadly Nadders raiding a sheep pen. "A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed," Hiccup had told her and Baela once. Rhaena couldn't quite get that. Nadders had a lot of speed and the hottest fire of the known dragons.

A few blocks down, Gronckles were grabbing racks of dried fish and flying off with them. "Gronckles have tough skin. Taking down one of those will definitely get me a girlfriend."

Then there were Hideous Zipplebacks. Their two heads made them exotic and would give Hiccup twice the status. "Twice the status?" Rhaena had asked back then. "You're the son of the chief. What more status do you need?"

"Stoick, Nadders have found the sheep!" Daemon exclaimed to Stoick as they stood on top of a catapult tower with Spitelout.

"Concentrate fire on the lower banks!" Stoick ordered Spitelout as he pushed the catapult so that it was facing the desired direction.

"Fire!" Spitelout shouted before the catapult fired a boulder that slammed into two Deadly Nadders.

Stoick glanced up to the sky, out of the corner of his eyes he saw something fly. "Stoick, we got company." Daemon said, nodding his head to the side of the tower that was burning from the inside. Then a Monstrous Nightmare burst out with its body covered in flames. Only the best Vikings go after these dragons. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

Daemon simply handed Stoick his hammer. "All yours," he said as Stoick spoke to Spitelout. "Reload. I'll take care of this."

Stoick then slammed his hammer into the Nightmare's face twice and dodged each of the dragon's bites.

Just then a loud whistle like screech pierced through the air that made both man and dragon to stop fighting. The Nightmare flew off as both Daemon and Stoick looked up to the sky with worried expressions.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen.

Hearing the whistling screech, Hiccup and Rhaena looked up to the sky.

The Vikings call it the-

"NIGHT FURY!" Vikings shouted in fear as they looked around fearfully and ducked under their shields. "GET DOWN!" And then a blast of plasma flames shot the catapult tower, and the silhouette of a black dragon flew overhead.

"JUMP!" Stoick shouted as he and Daemon jumped off the tower and the catapult crumbled.

Hiccup and Rhaena looked through the window frantically, trying to get a look at the most dangerous dragon. This dragon never stole food, never showed itself since it first attacked and never missed a single shot.

Just then the whistling screech came again before another plasma blast hit the tower, rendering it useless for the seeable future. No one in the history of Berk and its people have killed a Night Fury.

And Hiccup vowed to be the first.

The two teens walked over to Gobber who traded his hook for an axe. "Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there." he said as he walked to the door before stopping. "Stay. Put. There." he ordered.

Rhaena and Hiccup looked at him before sharing a glance and a shrug. Why was he talking to Hiccup like that?

"You know what I mean," he said sheepishly before he ran (hobbled) out of the forge with a battle cry.

The two teens look at each other before Rhaena asked, "Did you sharpen my sword?" Getting a nod, she smirked and winked. Grabbing her sword she said, "Good luck." With that she walked out of the forge.

A moment later, Hiccup ran out of the forge with his Bola Launcher, ignoring the Vikings calling after him.

On the other side of the village, Daemon, Stoick and Spitelout surrounded a group of Nadders and threw a net over them. "Let's get them!" Spitelout shouted as several Vikings charged. One dragon fired its magnesium flame trying to burn the net off before Daemon jumped onto its face and forced its jaws shut. "Mind yourselves, boys." he said as he wrestled the dragon to the ground. "The dragons still have some fire in them."

Back with Hiccup, he ran to the edge of a cliff and set up his Bola Launcher and aimed at the sky. He could faintly hear dragon screeches as he scanned the black sky. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at." he muttered. "Give me something to shoot at."

He could see an dark outline among the stars. It was faint but he could make out what it was. A dragon. Then came the telltale piercing screech. The Night Fury.

Hiccup readied himself and took aim using the crosshairs on his Bola Launcher. Suddenly the tower in front of him exploded and the dragon flew over the flames. He aimed and fired but the force threw him back. He scrambled to his feet as his bolas launched through the air and struck something as evident by the roar of pain. He watched in amazement and shock as the figure of the dragon fell from the sky and towards the forests of Berk.

"Oh, I hit it." Hiccup muttered before shouting in celebration. "Yes, I hit it!" He turned around, looking left and right. "Did anybody see that?"

He got his answer when a Monstrous Nightmare crawled onto the edge and crushed his Bola Launcher. Hiccup frowned as he turned to face the dragon. "Except for you," he said. He reached to his waist only to feel nothing. Oh great. He left his sword. If he survived this, he was going to be lectured by Daemon again. He knows it.

He looked up to see the dragon rear its head back and snarl.

A high-pitched scream caught Stoick and Daemon's attention. Looking up the hill, they see the silhouette of a boy being chased by a Monstrous Nightmare. Both men sighed in exasperation and annoyance before the chief ran after them. "Do not let them escape," he ordered Daemon and the other Vikings. Unaware that someone else had heard Hiccup's scream.

Dodging blast after blast of napalm fire from the dragon behind him, Hiccup ran through the Plaza before hiding behind a pole holding a large brazier. He flinched as fire erupted at his sides and hugged his arms close to his body, not wanting his arms to be burnt.

Fearfully, he looked to the right to see if the dragon was still around. Not knowing that it was sneaking behind him. It opened its mouth, ready to kill the young boy when a shield slammed into its head.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size," Baela Velyrion said, standing less than fifteen feet from the dragon with the shield.

The Nightmare roared and fired at her. Only for it to be a small stream that turned into burning sparks. The dragon slumped and whimpered.

"All out, eh?" Baela asked with a smirk before she threw her shield at the dragon. The shield hit the dragon square in the jaw, knocking a few teeth out. Not giving it a chance to recover, she ran up and kicked the dragon in the face before giving it a couple of punches to the face and then slamming her shield down on its head. The shield shattered to splinters but the impact gave the Nightmare a monstrous concussion and drove it away as Stoick arrived.

And there's one thing you need to know why most of the tribe prefer Snotlout to be the chief's heir.

The chief glanced at Baela. "Good job, lass." he said, getting a nod from the girl who knelt down to pick up the teeth. Then both turned to the burning pole that gave away and revealed a sheepish Hiccup.

The brazier hit the ground and began to roll down the bridge and to the lower levels of the village. With every scream and crash, Baela and Hiccup cringed and grimaced while the chief continued to glare at the back of the boy's head.

"My cabbages!"

Slumping, Hiccup muttered to Stoick, "Sorry. . . Dad." Yep, Hiccup, the village runt, was son of Stoick the Vast.

Daemon saw the brazier rolling towards their direction. "Scatter!" he shouted as he jumped out of the way. Spitelout and the others followed suit, jumping away from the captured Nadders that took the chance to escape.

Daemon looked up and saw the Nadders were using the net to hold more sheep than they usually do. He sighed and rubbed his head in response. Why did he have a feeling that the dragons weren't the cause of the brazier. Or the Thorston twins for that matter.

Stoick, Baela and Hiccup watched the Nadders fly off with more sheep than normal thanks to using the net to carry the sheep as other dragons carried yak, fish and other edible things.

More Vikings stood by and glared at Hiccup who glanced at his scowling and glaring dad. He could see Laena and Daemon walk into view with expressions that both said, Oh great. What did you do this time? Rhaena glanced at the path of destruction and winced at Hiccup. She should have kept Hiccup from leaving the forge. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury," he said, trying to save face before Stoick grabbed him roughly by his shoulder and began to drag him.

"It's not like the last few times, Dad!" Hiccup protested. "I really actually hit! You guys were busy and I had a clear shot." Gobber watches the Haddocks with a worried expression. "It went down just past Raven Point! Let's get a search party out there before it-"

"STOP!" Stoick shouts at him, making the boy shut his mouth. He sighs and takes a deep breath. "Just. . . stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows! Can you not see I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here, and I have an entire village to feed?"

The chief was dealing with a lot things on his plate besides the dragon raid, Hiccup can see that and it was clear that Stoick was letting his anger and frustration speak for him. Still, it hurt Hiccup that he was getting the brunt of it. And like always, Hiccup covers his hurt with sarcasm. He glances at the Vikings nearby and mutters, "Eh. Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding don't you think?"

Some Vikings put a hand on their stomachs, looking offended. Oh what? You all laugh/poke fun at Hiccup's skinny physique but not when he calls out your weight?

Baela laughs behind Hiccup, covering her mouth while her sister and father snicker before being elbowed by Laena.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" Stoick said sternly before sighing. "Gods, why can't you just follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't stop myself!" Hiccup said defensively. "I see a dragon and I just have to kill it," he does a twisting gesture with his hands before shrugging. "It's who I am, Dad."

The chief held his head in his hand. "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house." He turns to Gobber. "Make sure he gets there." As the two walk away, Stoick mutters, "I have his mess to clean up. Again."

The blacksmith duo walked past the other Viking teens. The twins and Snotlout laughed while Fishlegs smiled with them. Astrid stood silently.

"Quite the performance," Tuffnut complimented, which didn't really mean anything to Hiccup. The Thorston twins glorify destruction, so Hiccup didn't really pay attention to either of them. But he does see them fighting each other every now and then, like right now. Yep, sure enough, Ruffnut shoves Tuffnut to the side.

"I never saw anyone mess up that badly," Snotlout jeered. "That helped!" Suddenly Baela appeared by his side and grabbed him by the ear. "I have. Every time when you flirt with me, my sister and Astrid." Then she flipped the boy onto his back and then stomped onto his stomach as she walked away.

"Why do you and bother be friends with Hiccup?" Astrid asked Rhaena as they walked away from the Village Plaza. "If you two weren't as good as you are, Snotlout would pick on you as he does with Hiccup."

"He still does that?" Rhaena asked in response. "Well, if this wasn't Berk, my dad would let me beat the snot out of him." She paused to think over Astrid's question. "As for Hiccup? Well, he's an improvement compared to Jorgenson and the Thorston twins. I should ask why you hang out with them."

"I don't hang out with them," Astrid replied. "Really? Because I remember seeing you walking among them and sitting with them when you aren't training." Rhaena said getting Astrid to look away. The Velyrion girl sighed. "Look, in some distant land, there's a saying, "a child not embraced by the village will burn it to feel warm.""

"Hiccup seems to do that just fine," Astrid retorted.

"He's trying to protect the village!" Rhaena said defensively. "Not like the Twins who do it just because they're bored, or they want to honor Loki. The point of the saying is that a village could create its own destruction by neglecting a child. You don't see it yet, but Hiccup has potential to do great things. Baela and I are going to make sure that he will and have support." she gave Astrid a look. "Like an heir should." With that being said, she walked ahead to her house as Astrid paused in her walk pondering over Rhaena's words before she glanced over to the heir that was walking to his house with a expression of pity.

"I really did hit one," Hiccup mumbled to Gobber and Baela as they neared the Haddock house that was no longer on fire. "Sure, Hiccup," Gobber said in a tone that meant he clearly didn't believe the boy as did Baela.

Hiccup sighed. Apparently, the only way to get people to believe him was to bring back the dragon's head. "He never listens," he referred about Stoick.

"From what I've seen, it runs in the family," remarked Baela. Hiccup chose to neither confirm nor deny that. "And when he does, it's with this disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat on his sandwich." When they reach the porch, Hiccup begins to deepen his voice, doing an imitation of his father.

"Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you've brought me the wrong offspring." He grabs his arm. "I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side." He gestures to the side and stands on the spot at the end of his rant. "This here? This is a talking fishbone."

Baela giggles a little. That impression was a little funny. She frowned a little before Gobber spoke up. "You're thinking about this all wrong. It's not what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

Both Baela and Hiccup give the blacksmith looks of disbelief and hurt flashed in Hiccup's eyes before he covered it up. "Thank you for summing that up." he said sarcastically, and Baela elbowed Gobber in the stomach who shrugged.

"Look, your father does love you," she said and placed her hand on his shoulder. "But he's just a chief first, warrior second, Viking third and a father fourth." she sighed as Hiccup turned to her. "Look, I agree with him on this. Don't use your inventions for a while. At least the ones that involve taking down dragons. Otherwise, someone could get killed or worse, you."

Hiccup looked away at that and sighed. "Hiccup." He straightened at the voice and looked down the stairs. Daemon walking up to the house with a sword in his hand. Gobber walks down and lets the Targaryen pass. Hiccup winces a little. Daemon now stands in front of him and holds out the sword to the boy. He reaches for its hilt only for the silver haired man to pull it out of reach.

"This sword is your life," Daemon said sternly. "Go to the battlefield without it, your life will not last long. Lose it on the battlefield and you will lose your life." Hiccup lowered his gaze to the ground briefly before Daemon gave the sword to him.

"What they're saying is stop trying so hard to be something that you're not," Daemon said. "I just want to be one of you guys," Hiccup said dejectedly. He turns and grabs the door before he felt Daemon's hand on his shoulder.

"Look, I can speak to your father about getting more training. If that happens, will you stay inside the Forge or in your home during a raid?" he asked. Hiccup paused with a thoughtful expression before nodding his head and raising his left hand. "Okay. I swear to Odin I will stay indoors during a raid."

Daemon nods his head before turning to Baela. "Come daughter, your mother and sister wish for you to join the hunting party." he said. "Hopefully, you'll get something that will replace the food we lost."

Baela nodded and walked down to her house where her mother and sister were waiting. "You know, you should speak to Dad about making Baela Chieftess when he retires." Hiccup said. "She seems more qualified than me and Snotlout."

"Even if I did that, I'm sure she'll make you her second in command," Daemon replied without missing a beat. "Besides, you're both young. No one's qualified for anything except stare at their crush when they walk away from an explosion." He glances at the boy with a teasing glint in his eye.

Hiccup scoffed, hoping that he wasn't blushing. "Like the village would accept me as their second in command."

"If she becomes chieftess, her word would be law." Daemon retorted, doing his own impression of Stoick. "She'll make them accept it." This caused Hiccup to laugh as Daemon walked down the steps.

Baela and Rhaena walked out of their house with their mother, each carrying a quiver of arrows and a bow. Baela turned towards Hiccup. "See you later, Dragon Killer!" she yelled. "Don't do anything stupid and reckless while we're gone!"

"How can I do that? All the stupidity and recklessness is going with you two!" Hiccup yelled back and both sisters flipped their middle fingers at him as they walked away.

"Baela, Rhaena," Laena said in a scolding tone. Both sisters lowered their hands. "Sorry, Mother." they said in a meek tone.

Hiccup laughed full heartily as he went into his house. He moved to put his sword away before looking thoughtful and mischievous. "They didn't say anything about going outside when there isn't a dragon raid," he muttered before running out the back door and into the woods.

Daemon heard him leaving and only shook his head. "Of course, he found a loophole."