My second story here! It's a sequel to my previous fan fiction. You don't need to read it to understand, but it might help answer some questions. Anyway, I'm mixing elements from the book and the movie plus my own ideas so we'll see how this goes.

Chapter One: The Occasional Good Life/Meeting at Mildew's

For Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, he'd had a great life for the past month or so. That is, if you crossed out his dragon falling ill and battling a whole island of barbaric vikings to find a cure only to lose the antidote, fall sick yourself and nearly die.

But all of that was definitely worth it. For Hiccup had awakened a dormant ability within himself. And now, he's incredibly eager to bring out the best in him. Unfortunately for him, being a hiccup and all, that was not going to be easy. Hiccup had discovered he had an innate ability in sword-fighting ever since that day on the island of Hysteria when he was battling Norbert the Nutjob in a fight that almost cost him his life. Though now, the chief kind of wanted his head.

Toothless, Hiccup's black Night Fury sat at the edge of the arena. His eyes were focused on his rider, who was in a surprisingly confident stance facing the village's top viking teenager, Astrid Hofferson who stood two meters or so across from Hiccup. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Hiccup?" she asked with a confident voice. Astrid had trained herself in sword-fighting after learning that Hiccup had skill in it. She practiced while Hiccup was out flying with Toothless so she can surprise him whenever they were to spar. She took tips from Gobber and fought against the other viking teens who easily lost to her. It was clear that Astrid was convinced that she was going to win.

A smile appeared on Hiccup's face. Without warning, Astrid shot forward, holding her blade in front of her and ready to strike. Hiccup shifted his weight to his right foot which was behind him. Calmly, he reached for the hilt of his sword, bringing it out just as it clashed with Astrid's.

Astrid had to admit that she was a little surprised. She was sure that she was going to catch Hiccup off guard. But it's not over yet. "You're wide open," she piped before bringing her sword back and shooting it forward. Hiccup neatly sidestepped and grinned.

"Nope, you are." Hiccup thrusted his left arm forward and knocked Astrid's sword right out of her hand. The sound of crashing metal filled with arena. The other viking teenagers who were spectators stared at the scene in front of them in awe. "So...Hiccup can beat Astrid now?" Tuffnut suddenly spoke up.

"I guess," Snotlout replied. "But he's still not as good as her in any other form of combat. Unlike me."

"Yeah right," Ruffnut scoffed. "You always get your butt kicked by her."

Sighing, Astrid bent down and picked up her sword. "I guess I should have known that I wasn't a match for you." She sheathed her blade. "I guess that's some strong chief viking blood you have in your veins."

"It's the only thing I have," Hiccup told her, sheathing his sword as well. He walked over to the edge of the arena where Toothless, the teens and their dragons were waiting. "So guys, how was that?" he asked.

"Incredible!" Fishlegs breathed. "And to think that you only started your lessons a month ago."

"Though I would have preferred to discover that skill in a less life-or-death-ish situation," Hiccup answered. "I don't want to think what's going to happen if I run into Norbert again."

"It's never a good idea to get on a chief's bad side," Astrid added. "And you just made the chief of one of the craziest, nastiest and barbaric tribe around hate you."

"Thank you, for summing that up," Hiccup muttered under his breath. He walked over to Toothless and got on his back, securing his metal foot on the stirrup. Astrid raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"Flying," Hiccup replied nonchalantly. "Astrid, can you take over the class today? I wasted some flying time with Toothless for that little spar."

Astrid nodded as Toothless took a few steps before flying out the arena. For Hiccup, nothing is like feeling the wind in your hair while flying on the back of your best companion. It's as good as his life can get. No dragon getting rid of attempts from Mildew, no attacks from Alvin, no conflict in the village involving dragons and his relationship with his father is going fairly well.

A little too good of a life?

Coincidentally, Hiccup and Toothless flew over a certain house. This house was built far away from the village on the other side of the island. No one wanted to go to Mildew's house unless they had to. To most of the villagers, he didn't deserve to "live among civilized men".

Unbeknownst to anyone else, the reason that Mildew hasn't been giving his complaints of the day lately was because he was busy doing something else. Inside his house were two more large viking men: Alvin the Treacherous and Norbert the Nutjob. The three had recently agreed to an alliance in an attempt to get their hands on their target.

Alvin slammed his mug onto the table. "I can't take it anymore!" he growled. "I've had enough of the dragon raids on my island. I want the boy now!"

"But if I give him up to you, how do I know you're going to give me the honor of slicing his head off later?" Norbert cooed. "You are an Outcast after all. Your word means nothing."

"No point in arguing gentlemen," said Mildew as he stroked Fungus, his pet sheep's head sinisterly. "We need to figure this out soon. If this continues, who knows when we might be found out. It will certainly lead to a fight and me facing punishment."

Using his arm to wipe the wine off his lips, Alvin leaned back on his chair and placed his legs on the table. "This is not good. How old is the boy now?" he questioned.

"He's currently fifteen, I think," Mildew replied. "But his birthday is just around the corner. It won't be long before the boy turns sixteen."

Alvin cursed. "At this rate, he could discover the prophecy any minute," he snarled. "I need to get rid of him now." The Outcast chief gained the attention of Norbert and Mildew. "Prophecy?" Norbert repeated, curious. "What prophecy?"

A wicked smile appeared on Alvin's face. "You'll find out in due time, Norbert."

The Hysteric chief scoffed. "If I find out it's something concerning me, you'll find yourself begging for your life."

"Now, now, gentlemen," Mildew added in slightly hastily. "Let's not break our alliance. We need each other to get the boy."

"I don't need anyone. I can get the boy on my own," Alvin and Norbert both muttered at the same time.

"Says the one who got his ship sunk," Norbert jeered.

"Says the one who lost to him in a sword battle," Alvin sneered in reply. Mildew sighed. "We'll do what we can. I just need him gone. He's thwarted every single one of my attempts to get rid of those pesky dragons. In the meantime, we cannot let anyone know of our alliance."

Despite their quarrels, Norbert and Alvin had to nod in agreement. "We will need to move soon," Mildew continued. "But we need to wait for the right moment."

Current Date: February 16th


This is a fairly short chapter and my expositions are always boring. I will most likely not be updating often since I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month and I'll write fan fiction when I get writer's block on my other stories.