I wasn't always the best at what I do.

This is Berk. It's twelve days North of Hopeless, a few degrees South of Freezing to Death and located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.

This was my home. My village. In a word, it's sturdy. It had been around for seven generations, but every single house was new. We have good fishing, hunting and very charming view of the sunsets. The only problem was the pests.

You see, most places would have problems with mice and mosquitos. But not us. Oh no, Berk has-

Hearing the sounds of roars and shouting outside, a young boy of fifteen years old walks to the front door of his house. He had brown hair green eyes, wore a light green shirt, darker pants and leather boots with a fur vest. He opened it to see a Monstrous Nightmare flying in front of the house. The large dragon turns to his direction and unleashes a blast of fire to his direction. The boy quickly closes the door, and the fire makes the door to shake.

"Dragons," he whispers in awe and fear.

Yep. Dragons. Real firing breathing reptiles with wings.

Outside, dozens of dragons were setting fire to many buildings and grabbing sheep and yak in their talons while men and women brandished weapons of any kind-swords, spears, arrows, axes and hammers with bludgeons- and tried to stop them. One man even jumped onto a sheep that was in the talons of a dragon that flew above the village. Another was punching a dragon in the face while being held by said dragon before it got tired of him and dropped him then and there.

Now, most people would leave. Not the people of Berk. Yeah, not us. We're Vikings. And we have serious stubbornness issues. And I was the son of two of the most stubborn Vikings in the village.

Leaving his house while it was on fire, the young boy begins to run through the village.

My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock. Sounds like a great name right? Well, it's not the worst. And I'm the third person in Berk's history to carry the name. And if you ask him, he'd say that his ancestors were more lucky in the muscle department. Compared to them, I looked like a fish bone as I'd say. Besides, most Viking parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. As if our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that already.

The Viking that was dropped by a dragon landed in front of Hiccup. The man quickly got to his feet as if nothing happened and ran to battle another dragon. Then a blast of fire occurred in front of Hiccup that sent him flying onto his back while a man landed on top of him with an axe.

"RRRAAAAAAAGH!" the man screamed at Hiccup's face before smiling cheerfully (or insanely) and said, "Morning." Before he ran off.

Running up a wooden bridge, Hiccup passed several Vikings that were heading the way he came.

"What're you doing here?"

"Going for a walk," Hiccup replied sarcastically.

"Get inside!"

"Can't, house is on fire." he said, still running.

"Why're you out?"

"Didn't I just answer this?" Hiccup asked in reply but it was more to himself than the Viking that asked.

Hiccup ran across the Village plaza before a large hand grabbed the back of his vest and lifted him in the air just as the ground he walked on was hit by dragon fire. "Hiccup!" the hand belonged to a large Viking with a thick red beard. He points to Hiccup, looking around. "What is he doing outside again-?" he paused and turned to the boy. "What are you doing out?!" he then shoved Hiccup away from the battle zone. "Get inside!"

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the Viking Hooligan Tribe on Berk. It is rumored that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders. Is that true? Maybe. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

Stoick surveys the battle before spotting a dragon carrying a sheep in its talons. He overturns a food cart before throwing the cart with one arm. The cart soars through the air and hits the dragon in the head, causing it to drop the sheep and let out a screech of pain.

Stoick huffed in pride before turning to face one of the warriors next to him. "What do we got?" the chief asked the shorter man.

"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, and Horoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." the man replied. Then a dragon fireball exploded besides them. The warrior and the Vikings around them ducked and covered from the explosion while Stoick simply stood as if nothing happened.

"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked, looking up to the sky as a piece of burning rubble landed on his metal shoulder pad.

"None so far," The warrior replied from under the shield. "Good," Stoick brushed off the fire without batting an eye.

"Hoist the torches!" A man ordered as torches were lit and tossed into braziers that rose more than ten feet in the air, illuminating the sky and revealing how many dragons there were in the sky.

Meanwhile, Hiccup had arrived at his destination: the Village Forge. He runs into the shop, passed a man with a long blonde mustache that reached his chest, a helmet with yak horns curled upward, a wooden peg leg and his left hand replaced by a hammer and a stone for a tooth. He wore a yellow shirt with a brownish gray vest and stripped pants. This was the Village blacksmith, a close friend of the chief and a mentor to Hiccup.

"Oh, nice of you to join the party," the man greeted as he hammered a heated sword on an anvil. "I thought you'd be carried off."

"What? Who, me?" Hiccup chuckled, shredding off his fur vest for a brown apron. "No, I'm way too muscular for their taste," he said as he lifted up a square mace attachment for Gobber's face arm onto a rack that was filled with other attachments. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this," he flexes his arm to show how smaller he was compared to the adults. (1)

"Well, they need an appetizer, don't they?" Gobber remarked before unscrewing his hammer and replacing it with a hook.

Hiccup opened a window of the Forge as a bunch of bent weapons were placed on the counter before him. The boy picked them all up before putting them all onto embers before going over to the billows and pushing them with all his weight, making the embers glow and heat up the metal.

The Meathead with interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little. Well, littler.

"Move to the lower defense!" Stoick orders his brother in-law Spitelout Jorgenson and their group of warriors. "We'll counterattack with the catapults." As they run down the bridge, a dragon suddenly set a house on fire.

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

"Fire!" a man cried out.

Hiccup leaned to look out the window and several teens ran passed the forge with buckets of water.

The first was a husky blonde haired boy with blue eyes and a small helmet with equally small horns named. He wore a brown tunic and light brown pants and boots. Oh, that's Fishlegs.

Up next was Hiccup's cousin and bully, Spitelout's son, Snotlout. He was shorter than Fishlegs but had the same muscle size with an equal size of an ego. He resembled his father with black hair and blue eyes. He wore a black tunic and a sickly green shirt with light brown pants and the horns on his helmet spiraled like that of a sheep's.

Then came the Thorston twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut. One a girl and the other boy, both blonde and troublemakers. Enough said.

And finally the final member of the Fire Brigade. Also a blonde haired girl. Her hair was braided halfway down her back with bangs covering her left blue eye. She wore a sleeveless shirt that had a mixture of steel blue shades, metal spiked shoulder pads and a brown red skirt with dark blue leggings with small bird skulls around the waist of her skirt and the corners of her shoulder pads. Unlike the others, she wore no helmet but a headband and light brown boots.

Astrid splashed her bucket of water onto the burning house and turned around before a fireball hit the house, igniting an explosion. Astrid flipped her hair as she walked away from the fire and joined by the others. Snotlout wipes his nose while the others look ready for a fight, even the gentle Fishlegs had a fierce expression.

Hiccup watches them in awe but his gaze is mostly fixated on Astrid. In his eyes, the explosion made her more beautiful.

Their job is so much cooler.

Hiccup tries to climb out of the window but is stopped when Gobber picks him up by the back of his shirt with his hook. "Ah, ah." Gobber said.

"Come on, let me out. Please?" Hiccup pleaded. "I need to make my mark."

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks." Gobber retorted and jabbed the boy's chest with the blunt side of his hook. "All in the wrong places!"

"Please. If I kill a dragon and show off my sword skills, my life will get infinitely better." Hiccup said. "I might even get a date."

Gobber retorts and counted on his fingers. "You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an ax." He then picked up some bolas. "You can't even throw one of these."

"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 and brought down a dragon. What Gobber said wasn't entirely true. Well, Hiccup could lift a battle hammer, barely, and his battle ax swinging wasn't good and the last time he threw a bolas it ended up entrapping Mildew and the old man fell down the bridge and rolled all the way to the docks. Hiccup apologized for the incident and for the rest of his life he wondered why he bothered.

"Besides, this will throw the bolas for me," Hiccup walked back and patted his hand on his new invention. This caused the contraption to open up and launch a hammer across the forge. Gobber ducked and the hammer hit the Viking outside the forge window in the head. 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 wobbled to Hiccup.

"Mild calibration issue," Hiccup stuttered.

"No, Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all. . ." the blacksmith paused and just pointed to Hiccup, "this."

"But you just pointed to all of me," Hiccup exclaimed in an offended tone.

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

"Oohh," Hiccup said with a threatening frown. It was really playful but it still caused his fists to itch as somethings moved between his knuckles.

"Oohh yes." Gobber replied, also playing along with the younger Viking. Hiccup stared before pointing to Gobber with narrowed eyes. "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game." He holds his hands up and gestures to himself. "Keeping this much raw. . . Viking-ness contained? There will be CONSEQUENCES!" he shouted at the end.

"I'll take my chances," Gobber deadpanned. He grabs a sword and handed it his apprentice. "Sword, sharpened, now." Hiccup stumbled back before he carried the sword to the sharpening wheel.

One day, I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here.

He looked out to the battling dragons and Vikings. Her focused on a group of the same species raiding a sheep pen. Deadly Nadders. They were considered to be medium sized dragons with smooth scales, a curved horn on their snout and jaws curved like beaks. They had two legs and a single claw on their wings, a long slender tail with barbs white a crown of sharp spikes on their heads.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. They have the hottest fire of all dragons, so the older warriors say.

A few blocks down, carrying racks of dried fish, were the Gronckles. They walked on all fours, shorter than Nadders in height and had bumpy skin and tails shaped like a mace.

Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

Down a few levels of the village, two dragon heads were slithering around a house. One head breathed green flammable gas through the house chimney as the other was at the door and breath sparks that ignited the gas and made the house exploded. The heads were revealed to attached to the same body via long necks. They had a body large as a two Gronckles and short legs, two tails and a row of round spines running down their spine.

A Hideous Zippleback. Exotic. Two heads meant twice the status.

"Stoick, Nadders have found the sheep!" Spitelout yelled to Stoick. The two were now standing on a tower with a catapult with Spitelout.

"Concentrate fire on the lower bank!" Stoick ordered Spitelout, throwing his hammer down and rotating the catapult so that the catapult was facing in the desired direction.

"Fire!" Spitelout proclaimed and the Viking pulled the lever. The catapult fired two rocks that hit two Nadders, knocking them away from the sheep.

Stoick looked up to the sky, out of the corner of his eyes he saw something move in the sky. A fire had started from within the tower and was growing out of control before a large dragon burst from inside the tower. It was covered head to talon in flames and twice as larger than a Deadly Nadder. The dragon had two horns on its head that split down the middle, making four in total and two rows of fins shaped like flames ran down the sides of its back between its wings that met in the middle and ran down the tail and crawled on its wings and legs like a vampire bat. This was a Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best or the most foolish warriors went after these dragons. They have a nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. Whether or not, Do I mean the dragons or the Vikings when I say that? Hard to say.

The Nightmare snarled at the Viking chief who didn't flinch and simply picked up his war hammer. "Reload, I'll take care of this." Stoick said before he swung his hammer at the dragon, hitting it twice in the head. The dragon tried to bite the Viking but failed twice.

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 Stoick up to the sky with a worried and fearful expression.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon nobody's really seen.

Hearing the whistle screech, Hiccup looked up to the sky from sharpening the sword.

We call it the-

"NIGHT FURY!" a Viking yelled in fear. "GET DOWN!" Another shouted as everyone looked around fearfully before taking cover under their shields or crouching down before the catapult tower was hit by a blast of plasma and the silhouette of a black dragon flew over the explosion.

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

Hiccup looked at the sky for any sign of the most legendary and feared dragon in Viking history.

This thing never steals food like the other dragons. Never showed itself and-

Just then the Night Fury struck the tower again, deeming it unusable for the foreseeable future.

Never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury and I was going to be the first.

The teen walked over to Gobber who had picked up a battle ax attachment. "Man the fort, Hiccup," the blacksmith said. "They need me out there." He paused and pointed to the boy. "Stay. Put. There."

Hiccup stared at him blankly. Why was he talking like that? "You know what I mean," Gobber said before letting out a battle cry and wobbling out of the forge and into battle.

The teen looked at the open door before he glanced to his invention. A few minutes later, Hiccup ran out of the forge with his invention and ignored the protests of the Vikings he passed and promised to be back.

On the other side of the village, a group of Nadders had surrounded a flock of sheep. And they were surrounded by Vikings. From above a walkway, Stoick and the warriors threw a large net over both the dragons and sheep.

"Let's get them!" Spitelout yelled as several Vikings charged at the tangled dragons. One Nadder tried to burn a hole with its magnesium fire before Stoick jumped onto its head and clamped its jaws shut. "Mind yourselves!" Stoick warned as he wrestled the dragon to the ground. "The dragons still have some fire in them."

Back with Hiccup, he had wheeled his invention to the edge of a cliff before he opened it up properly and loaded it. Now all he needed was a target. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at." he muttered upon hearing distant dragon calls. "Give me something to shoot at."

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

Hiccup readied himself and took aim using a cross hairs 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 the bolas flew through the air air and struck something as evident by the roar. He watched in amazement and shock as the figure of dragon fell from the sky and towards the forest of Berk.

"Oh, I hit it," Hiccup muttered in shock before it turned to joy and threw his hands in the air. "Yes, I hit it!" he turned around, looking left and right. "Did anybody see that?"

He got his answer with a Monstrous Nightmare crawling on the edge and crushing his Bola Launcher. Hiccup frowned as he turned to the face the dragon. "Except for you." he muttered in a sarcastic tone. He raised his fists up and three long claws extended out of his knuckles.

He looked up to the dragon as it snarled at him. He reared up his right hand and slashed his claws across the Nightmare's jaw. The dragon's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in anger as it glared at Hiccup.

". . . I probably shouldn't have done that," Hiccup stated sheepishly.

A loud, high pitched scream drew Stoick's attention from the net of Nadders. They saw the silhouette of a boy being chased by a Monstrous Nightmare. The chief sighed in exasperation and annoyance before he ran after them.

"Do not let them escape!" He ordered his men.

"Right!" Spitelout replied.

Dodging blast after blast from the dragon behind him, Hiccup ran though the plaza before hiding behind the pole holding up the large brazier. Fire then erupted from both sides of the pole as Hiccup hugged his body, the sleeves on his arms burned. He gritted his teeth as he felt his skin burning from the fire but he ignored it.

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 human when Stoick suddenly slammed into the side of its head.

Hiccup looked over to the Viking chief and sighed and glanced to his arms, the burns on his skin quickly fading away.

Stoick stood like a statue with his arms spread as the dragon roared at him and he merely adjusted his helmet upon noticing it being crooked on his head.

The Nightmare growled before shooting out small amount of fire that turned to burning sparks. The dragon slumped and whimpered.

"You're all out," Stoick stated with a smirk before he threw his fist at the dragon square in the jaw, knocking a handful of teeth out. Not giving it a chance to recover, he ran up and punched it again before he kicked the dragon in the face before giving a couple of punches and drove it away as Stoick huffed.

Oh, and there's one thing you need to know about Stoick.

The chief turned towards the burning pole that gave away and fell to the side, revealing a sheepish Hiccup.

The brazier hit the ground and began to roll down the bridge to the lower levels of the village. With each crash and scream, Hiccup cringed while Stoick's gaze hardened at the back of the boy's head.

"My cabbages!"

Slumping, Hiccup muttered to Stoick, "Sorry, Dad."

Yep, my father was Stoick the Vast.

Hiccup stares at Stoick and tugs on his ruined sleeves nervously.

Spitelout saw the brazier rolling in their direction. "Scatter!" he shouted to the Vikings before he jumped out of the way and the other Vikings jumped away from the net of Nadders that took the chance to escape and they held the net in their talons and using it to carry a fourth of the village's sheep.

Stoick and Hiccup could see the dragons flying off with more sheep than normally along with their yaks and fish with whatever else was edible. More Vikings stood from the side and glared at Hiccup who looked sideways to his glaring and scowling dad.

"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." Hiccup declared before Stoick grabbed him and began to drag him. "It's not like the last few times, Dad!" he protested. "I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a clear shot. It went down just past Raven's Point. Let's get a search party out there before-"

"STOP!" Stoick shouted before taking a deep breath. "Just stop. Every time you step outside, disaster falls. Can't you see I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed."

Hiccup glanced to side to the Vikings watching and back to his father. He could tell that his father was frustrated over other things and speaking with his frustration to him. But it hurt more than the fire that Stoick was taking his anger and frustration on him. And like usual, Hiccup covers his hurt with sarcasm.

"Eh, between you and me the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?" he remarked and several Vikings placed a hand on their stomachs with offended expressions.

What? You lot can make fun of how I'm a fish bone but I can't point out how most of you need a longer belt after every dinner? Sucks doesn't it?

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" snapped Stoick. "Gods, why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

Normally, Hiccup would try to say that the Viking inside him has the urge to kill a dragon like everyone else, or say a sarcastic response, but this variant of Hiccup had sharp claws. And that meant sharp teeth to bare. (2)

"Because if I stayed inside then I'd be considered useless!" Hiccup retorted. "Oh, sorry. Even more useless than I already am in the eyes of the entire village! Or if I actually do stay inside, you'd just scold me for not helping Gobber in the Forge and tell me how to do a job I've been doing for nine years! Good gods, I can't win with you!" he rants. "Either I try to kill a dragon like everyone else and get scolded for it or I don't do anything and get scolded for it!"

Stoick, along with everyone seemed to be shocked at Hiccup's outburst. And to be fair, so was Hiccup. Stoick got over his shock and replied. "Because you don't do things the right way. If you want to be one of us, you have to walk like us."

"Like I have rocks or logs tied to my legs?" Hiccup remarked.

"Talk like us," Stoick narrowed his eyes at his son.

"That shouldn't be too hard, most of you sound like pirates," Hiccup shrugged his shoulders.

Stoick points to the side of his head. "You think like us."

"Ha-Ha-Ha! Sorry, but my brain is the only muscle I have that's bigger than your whole body." Hiccup laughed mockingly.

Clearly, the chief got fed up with Hiccup as he turns to Gobber who was standing nearby, "Make sure he gets home." Then Stoick tried to turn away and muttered, "I have his mess to clean up. Again."

"Oh, it's my mess?" Hiccup repeated, ignoring how Gobber was trying to push him away. "A dragon burned the giant torch and caused it to fall down and it's my fault? I have a question, let's put someone in my shoes in that situation, would it be their mess? Or would it be just an unfortunate accident?" he demanded as he stared up to his much taller father.

"Hiccup, we're not having this discussion," Stoick tried to dismiss. "And if you weren't outside. then you wouldn't have been chased by a dragon."

"Did you not listen to a word I said?" Hiccup retorted. "Well, that shouldn't be a surprise anymore. You're so tall with the thickest beard in Berk covering your ears that kids my age have to repeat what they have to say." Some people in the watching crowd gasped while a young boy nodded in agreement. "So, let me say it again, Stoick the Vast and Deaf, if I stayed inside, you'd lecture me of not doing my job in the Forge."

He could feel his claws itching to come out so he could cut Stoick's beard off and make a blanket out of it. Hiccup did his best to calm down, but he was getting too agitated.

"Hiccup! I am your father and you will do as I say!" Stoick bellowed, growing angrier to Hiccup's continued refusal to follow his orders.

"You only act like my father when it's convient for you, Chief!" Hiccup replied hotly with added emphasis on 'chief' with a frown. "So if you're going to act like a chief to me, then shouldn't you do what you do for everyone else in this village and actually listen to me?!"

Stoick paused and looked as though he was trying to figure out what to say, but Hiccup decided that he had enough of Stoick's yak dung. "You know what? Forget it." he stated. "If you won't listen to your son, then why would I expect you to listen any other way?"

Hiccup and Gobber passed the other Viking teenagers. Snotlout and the Thorston twins were snickering while Fishlegs wasn't smiling with them, he was frowning from the argument Hiccup and Stoick just had. And Astrid was busy checking her double sided battle ax.

"Quite the performance," Tuffnut said with a smirk. That 'compliment' didn't lift Hiccup's mood. The Thorston Twins glorify violence and destruction along with pranking and fighting each other. Like right now as Ruffnut shoves her brother.

"I've never seen anybody mess up that badly," stated Snotlout, deciding it was a good idea to poke the bear. "That HELPED us so much!"

Hiccup grabbed Snotlout by his vest and pulled him close to his face with a glare. "Shut it, cousin." Hiccup said angrily, unaware of the look of pity Astrid was giving to him behind Snotlout.

"I am not in the mood for your yak shit" he growls to Snotlout's surprised face before shoving him back. "Mutton headed bub."

Gobber walks up to Snotlout and grabs him by his head and shoved him off his feet. "Ow!" Snotlout whined as he fell to the ground. He gets back up and laughs it off and smiles to Astrid, "Cousins, am I right?" he asks her playfully while Astrid just rolls her eyes in annoyance.

"I really did hit one," Hiccup said to Gobber as they neared the Haddock house.

"Sure, Hiccup," Gobber said, not at all believing him. Hiccup continued walking before sighing. The only way people would believe him is to bring back the dragon's head. "He never listens." he said, referring to his father.

"It runs in the family," Gobber said, both trying to make a joke out of the situation and refer to the fact that Hiccup didn't listen to him earlier this morning.

"And when he does it's always with this disappointed scowl," Hiccup ranted. "Like someone skimped on the meat of his sandwich." he went on as he reached his house that was no longer on fire. Turning around, Hiccup deepened his voice and began to make a impression of his father. "Excuse me, Barmaid. I'm afraid you brought the wrong offspring," He gestures to a spot next to him. He grabs his arm and continues to rant. "I asked for an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side." He stands to the spot he pointed out. "This here, this a talking fish bone!" He looks down, exhausted, with a defeated expression.

Shaking his head, Gobber spoke up. "You're thinking it all wrong. It's not what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

Hiccup's expression practically says 'Are you serious?' He feels honestly a bit hurt by that implication and like before, he covers his hurt with sarcasm. "Thank you for summing that up," he said sarcastically while turning back to the door of his house.

"Look, the point is stop trying to be something you're not." Gobber said.

"I just want to be one of you guys," Hiccup said before he turned around and opened the door and then he went inside his house.

Gobber stared at the door before sighing heavily. He stayed for a few moments before walking away.

Hiccup takes deep breaths to calm himself down before he unsheathes his claws and slashes at the wall next to the door of the house. But that wasn't enough to sate his anger and frustration. He needs something else to release this pent up aggression.

And the head of the Night Fury might be exactly what he needs.

With that in mind, he rips off his ruined sleeves, revealing some muscles and no burns from dragonfire whatsoever and then pushes the backdoor open and runs to the woods behind the Haddock house.

1) I remembered reading some comment about why Logan and Laura need to eat so much. Because it gave them 'fuel' or something similar for their healing factors and they need a lot of energy. So I figured, with that in mind, I figured that this version of Hiccup wouldn't look much like a fish bone like in most other universes. He's still shorter than everyone else but I'd say he has the build like Spider-Man.

2) I decided to give this Hiccup Logan's backbone, more or less. He stands his ground here and like a wolf or wolverine, he's quick to agitate especially now that he's a teen in a Viking society.

Now, should I give this Hiccup a Sabertooth counterpart? Because those two cannot exist without the other. If so, who?

An Original Character?

Dagur?

Snotlout?

I'll give you a week to answer.

Until then.

Take care.