HEY EVERYONE! WELCOME TO ANOTHER ONE OF MY STORIES, THIS TIME PARTNERING UP WITH MY BROTHER TO WRITE THIS ONE. NOW BEFORE BEGINNING I KNOW THERE ARE GOING TO BE THOSE WHO ARE WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PREVIOUS STORY "The Third Myth". I HAVE NOT ABANDONED IT I WAS BUSY WITH FAMILY ISSUES AND STUFF THAT I WILL NOT GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT, ALSO I HAVE TO WATCH THE MOVIES OF TWILIGHT, WHICH I HAVE NOT REALLY DONE SO EXCEPT NEW MOON, PARTS OF ECLIPSE, AND BREAKING DAWN PART 2. I WILL CONTINUE THAT STORY AND WILL WORK ON THIS STORY. SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR UPDATES FOR BOTH STORIES, MAY NOT COME AS FAST BUT WILL STILL BE DONE. WITH THAT SAID AND DONE HERE WE GO WITH HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON!

I do not own anything of How to Train Your Dragon, the only thing I own are the OC's that will appearing in the story! Enjoy!

Prologue

*OC POV*

"All I remember was a terrible storm out at sea…"

Fifty-foot waves rising and falling on the surface of the sea, while winds howl and blow wildly from every direction. The rain was thick and cold along with hard pelting hail. Lightning was the only source of light across the dark skies, thunder drowning out the crashing of the waves. Thor was at his best making the perfect storm.

I can barely make out the image of the sinking ship. My limbs were numb from the icy waters, my throat burns as the cold salt water forces its way in my mouth, barely giving me the chance to breathe. As time and time again a wave forces me below the surface, still I force myself to try to stay above the surface.

My strength was just about to leave me, the last thing I remember seeing is a winged beast. With its glowing lifeless eyes, its body flickering with electricity, it flies at me as I faint from my suffering.

Soon I find myself in a room. In a bed, by a fire, with an elderly short woman leaning upon a wooden staff, she motions me to eat a bowl of hot soup.

But that was seven years ago, and that's all I could remember.

Chapter 1

*Hiccups POV*

This is Berk. Its twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south to freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.

My village: In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is 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 mosquitos. We have...

I pull my wooden, splintering door wide open, and then slam it shut almost as quickly as I opened it. I lean against it as fire shoots through the slats of wood; I try my best to ignore how the wood is now going from warm to burning hot. I am certain that the fire is illuminating my gangly teenage figure, but I also ignore that. I can only find myself to say one thing.

"… Dragons!" I gasp.

I turn around and reopen the-now-sizzling wooden door, and leap of my front porch. I begin my run to my destination, weaving through the erupting mayhem as more and more of my fellow Vikings pour out of ever near-by building in every direction, ready for a fight. More dragons swarm in, setting rooftops alight and hauling off with our sheep.

I continue my run, and see the damage being brought upon Berk.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

Alarms were sounded as I see more and more Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand.

I dart through alleys, staying under eaves, making my way through the battle as best as I can.

My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Viking parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our… charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

I see more dragons sweep back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the Vikings who throw them. A burly warrior gets tossed in an explosion, knocking me to the ground.

The Viking looks at me and shouts, "Arggghhhh!" in a way that sounds cheery yet insane then grins at me, even with a smoldering beard, "Mornin'!" I get back on my feet and continue to rush past gigantic men and women, many battling one another.

I barely dodge an axe thrown right above my head, heading Thor-knows-where.

The first Viking I run into, you have Hoark the Haggard...

"What are you doing here!?" He screams at me.

... Then another runs past me, Burnthair the Broad...

"Get inside, you foolish boy!" He shouts at me as he goes into battle with a dragon

...And yet another, Phlegma the Fierce...

"Get back inside!" She shrieks and then changes it to a battle cry and tackles a Gronkle to the ground.

I pass a lone Viking, picking at his ear.

I almost run into the fiery path of a Monstrous Nightmare, luckily I was pulled back by the back of my vest and held in the air by the chief of our village. He glowers at me. " Hiccup! What is he doing out agai…? What are you doing out?! Get inside!" He sets me back down and turns to the sky searching for dragons. The flames light up his scowling face and matted red beard.

That's Stoick the Vast. He is the Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders.

Do I believe it?

As I think this, Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky.

Yes, yes I do.

*3rd POV*

"What have we got?" Stoick barks at his men

"We have Gronkles, Nadders and Zipplebacks. Oh and Hoark saw some Monstrous Nightmares." One man informs him as an explosion forces Vikings to duck. But Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.

He pauses, and then asks a question. "Any Night Furies?"

The same man gulps, but answers. "None so far."

"Good" he says, obviously relived.

"Hoist the torches!" Another Viking shouts.

*Hiccup's POV*

I take a look at a scene… Massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types. But below, I cross an open plaza and duck into an open building with a tall chimney. Also known as Gobber's Blacksmith Stall. Just then, a Monstrous Nightmare falls right in front of me with one of the only two who are daring enough to call me a friend.

"Well then, where are you off to on such a fun night?" says the young teen as he stands on the downed nightmare.

I look with envy at the dragon and then respond "Where everyone hopes I will stay for the rest of the morning, Wolf." I say discouraged.

Wolf flips off the dragon, show off, and walks in before me "Well I need a break. I'll join you."

I'll be blessed or pitied enough by Odin himself to be partly as good as Wolf is. Ever since he washed up here, he always looked out for me and rather hung out with me than the other Vikings. Maybe he just wants to look real superior compared to someone as much of a screw up as I am. But then again he's never let me down.

"So how many dragons have you killed tonight?" Wolf jokes.

Or not yet at least. For some reason he seems to enjoy taking the blame for when I mess up. I guess he likes the attention.

"Ah! Nice of both of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." Gobber greets me as I put on a leather apron and started to put away Gobber's scattered appendages.

"Who? Me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all…this" I strike a pose similar to flex my arm's muscles but sadly to no avail.

"Well don't get any more muscle or you'd make the rest of us look bad" Wolf's smart mouth responds. Why does he always do that?

"They need toothpicks, don't they?" He begins to grin at me as I prepare to start working.

"Here are the supplies you needed Gobber," another young teen comes from the back storage room with supplies. Looks towards Wolf and I. "Ah, hey you guys. How's the hunt out there Wolf?"

"I'm taking a breather and cleaning some of this meat off my vest" Wolf says scraping off dragon remains.

"That's nice, looking at it, it looks like you just killed off a Monstrous Nightmare," says the other teen. Then he walks by me giving me a light punch to my arm which to me still hurts a bit. "And Hiccup, glad to see you made it in one piece buddy."

"Guess I am just untouchable when it comes to dragons Snake," was my reply as I grab weapons from the counter brought in by some Vikings outside.

"That's what happens when you run from them to hide." Gobber states with a slight chuckle.

"Burrrned," Snake said quietly but loud enough for me to hear.

With a sigh, I start transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowd the counter for replacements.

The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...little-er.

Snake is the other person who, like Wolf, dares to call me friend. He helped me a lot ever since we were small, even helped me tinker with inventions, that everyone ridicules me for. He sticks up for me and tries to get me out of messes that I create. I've only seen him around Wolf and myself, only the three of us.

"We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults." I hear Stoick command.

Armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. Stoick follows up the rear as, overhead; a dragon strafes the rooftops with Napalm-like fire.

See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses.

A near-by Viking shouts his command. "FIRE!"

In response, the fire brigade charges through the plaza: four teenagers, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels. From it, they fill buckets of water to douse the flames.
That's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and...

They toss their pails of water onto the fire. Suddenly a SLOW-MOTION explosion erupts behind her, framing her in a ball of fire.

Astrid (spoken in a dream like voice.)

"Hiccup. Hiccup!"I barely hear what Snake says to meThe others join her, looking awesome and heroic.

Ahh, their job is somuch cooler.

I try to jump over the counter to join them as they pass, but I am instead hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.

"Nice try Hiccup the stealthy" Wolf says without even turning around to see what I was doing.

"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." I plead.

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." He retorts.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!" I try to reason.

"Other than your dream girl?" Wolf jokes.

"Who knows? Maybe." I say with all the hope I could pray for.

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe..." Gobber grabs a bola (which are iron balls connected by rope), "... you can't even throw one of these.

A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronkle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash.

I was ready with my answer. "Okay fine, but..." I rush to the back corner of the stall and present a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption, "... this will throw it for me."

"Are you seriously thinking of using our launcher to catch a dragon?" Snake asks disbelievingly.

I open the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber... and taking out a Viking at the counter.

"Ooof!" The Viking growls as he falls back to the ground.

"Add that to another mark of Hiccup." Wolf mocks.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber sighs and sounds slightly irritated as he talks to me.

"Mild calibration issue." I try to use as an excuse.

"More like use indoor issue." Snake pointed out.

"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all..." He gestures in my general direction. "... This." He finishes.

"But... you just pointed to all of me." I say, astonished.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you." He exclaims

"Ohhhhh…" I let the word drawl on, in as much of a threatening way as I can muster.

"Ohhhhh, yes." Gobber mimics.

"You, sir," I say in a warning-like tone. "Are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw...Vikingness contained!" Gobber looks bored at my speech. "There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." He says in a monotone as he tosses me a sword.

I take it begrudgingly and lob it onto the grinding wheel.

"Wait for the fear to set in and you'll get him later." Wolf says sarcastically.

"Thanks for the support." I say with a bit sarcasm and a bit with humor. I don't really mind his joking attitude, sometimes it keeps me in a good mood because I know he doesn't mean it to degrade me… that much.

I stew... Whilst fantasizing...

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

I look out of the window, my gaze falling upon the lower plains of the land where Nadders land, gathering like seagulls around a seemingly vacant house.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.

Elsewhere, hippo-like Gronckles pick drying racks clean of fish and fly off like loaded pelicans.

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

A stealthy, snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop, breathing gas into a chimney.

A Zippelback? A second head pokes through the door and lights it.KABLAM!

Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status.

The two heads fly through the explosion, their necks zipping together to reveal a single body. It flies past Stoick as he climbs to the top of a catapult.

A Viking shouts, "They found the sheep!"

"Concentrate fire over the lower bank," Stoick ordered.

I hear the catapult operator shout off in the distance. "Fire!"

Boulders are catapulted at the corralling Nadders... Just as a huge red dragon whips past, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky fire.

And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

It emerges from the flames, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin.

"Reload! I'll take care of this." Stoick shouts amongst the chaos. He chucks a sword to a near-by a Viking and replaces it with a hammer.

Stoick takes on the Nightmare, face to hammer.

Suddenly, a loud ballistic moaning streak overhead. The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting and takes. Stoick looks skyward.

The catapult crew ducks.

I look up from work, reacting to the sound.

… But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-

"Night Fury! Get down!" A warrior shouts above the noise.

Vikings everywhere take shelter. The moaning sound builds up and goes higher in octaves.

KABOOM! The Catapult explodes as though hit by an artillery shell... sending Stoick and the crew leaping for their lives.

"JUMP!" He screams.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and...

The sound recedes, leaving the crippled catapult in flames.

...never misses.

No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.

All this was happening out there whilst I am stuck in this stall.

Gobber trades his hammer for an axe.

"Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!" Gobber pauses. Turns with a threatening glare. "Stay… Put… There." I just stood there awkwardly. "You know what I mean," he finishes.

Gobber charges into the fray, hollering like a maniac.

"Well with him finally gone, why don't we test her out then?" Snake suggested while patting the bola launcher.
I stand there thinking about this, about the consequences. Like Gobber said. I'll take my chances.

I grab hold of the launcher and rush to the doors with Snake next to it, making more adjustments to it.

WHAM!

I push my wheeled contraption through a wall of clustered Vikings. I weave through the on-going mayhem, as fast as my legs can carry me. With Wolf chasing after me.

"I know where this is going." Wolf says.

A random Viking that I can't identify shouts after me. "Hiccup, where are you going?!"

Another shouts, "Come back here!"

"I know. Be right back!" I shout back, after them.

"Yeah we're going to destroy more stuff" Wolf adds in.

On the plain below, the Nadders have cornered the house-full of sheep. They close in, ready to spring upon them. Stoick suddenly appears, hurling fishing nets over them. The Nadders are caught. Stoick and his men rush in as he shouts, "Let's get'em!" A Nadder blasts a hole through its net. Stoick leaps onto it, his thick arms around its head, forcing its jaws shut.

"Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them." He bellows the order.

Whereas, on the plain above I have reached a cliff overlooking the smoking catapult and drop the handles to the ground. I crank several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of my contraption. I drop a bola onto a chamber and then pivot the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky. I listen, with my eye pressed to the scope, hand poised on trigger.

"Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." I mumble to myself, my anticipation mixing with excitement and nerves.

Wolf looks out to the scenery "So what are we aiming for? That house, those sheep, that Viking taking a dump?"

"Wolf will you stop it you're getting me more nervous than I already am!" I whisper loudly.

"Fine do your thing dead eye" Wolf responds.

Then I see a silhouette of a dragon moving past some stars as it looks to be making a turnaround. I hear the Night Fury approaching fast... and turn my aim to the defence tower. It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night.

KABLAM!

The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second. I take this as my chance to pull the trigger, though I aimed blindly as to my eyes closing. Shooting towards the direction I was hoping it would be at.

KERTHUNK!

The flexed arms snap forward, springing the weapon off the ground as the recoil launches me back to the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, I quickly rise up to hear a loud 'WHACK!' and a deafening screech, as I see a black object falling from the sky to the island.

I went from surprised to elate within the second and exclaimed, cheerfully. "Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?"

Wolf taps my shoulder. "I think you should see for yourself."

My victory is one that is short-lived. A Monstrous Nightmare appears, slithering up over the lip of the cliff. Smashing the contraption to pieces.

My shoulders sink as I am face to face with it, "Except for you."

And like the manly and fearsome Viking I am, I run… Hollering like a little girl who just saw a dragon for the first time.

Stoick, who is holding down the netted Nadders hears my holler and looks up to see me running through the Plaza, screaming, with the Monstrous Nightmare fast on his heels and Wolf holding tight on it's back and Snake trying to catch up.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Stoick abandons the Nadders and runs off, turns to his men, but his gaze falls on the Nadders behind them. "Do NOT let them escape!" and began his run to the Plaza. "Right," a Viking responds.

I dodges a near fatal blast, screaming from each one, losing my footing a few times. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight.

"Faster Hiccup he's gaining!" Wolf calls out from it's back.

I duck behind the last standing brazier-the only shelter available from what I can see. The Nightmare blasts it from behind, spraying fire at me. I cautiously peer around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare. I notice a deep breathe being taken in. Suddenly, Stoick leaps between us, tackling the Nightmare to the ground and sending wolf off it's back. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke and a few droplets of its Napalm-like fire, looking nervous at his unfortunate state.

"You're all out." Stoick sneers at the creature and goes to work. He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it off after giving it a final kick. It takes to the air and disappears. Winded, Stoick turns to Hiccup.

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

The burnt brazier pole decides that now is the perfect time to go and collapse, sending the massive iron crashing, almost taking down one of the Vikings as he leaps out of the way with a panicked yell. That's when Snake also came up. It bounces down the hill, destroying objects in the way nearly crushing other Vikings who barely got out of its way. Wolf just stood there with a grin on his face enjoying the destruction I caused.

I take a quick glance to Stoick. "... Sorry… Dad."

Then scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape... with several sheep in tow.

Above in the night sky, the escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches. The raid is over. The dragons have clearly won. The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response.

"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." I say, sheepishly.

"Whoa!" I exclaim as my Dad grabs me by the back scruff of my collar and hauls me away, fuming with embarrassment.

"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 out there, before it-"

"-STOP! Just...stop." My Dad cuts me off. He releases me. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly. "Every time you three step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" His voice has grown from a stern tone to a near shout with each sentence.

I look around. All eyes are upon me.

"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" I try to reason in a not-as-quiet-as-intended grumble.

A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously.

"Ha! Nice one" Wolf says.

"Not helping." I say through my teeth at Wolf.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" my father exclaims, obvious exasperated.

"I thought it was funny." Wolf eggs on.

Stoic grunts. "Why can't you all follow the simplest orders?"

My retort rolls off of my tongue without my able to stop it. "I-I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad." Inwardly, I can't help but cringe; I know what others are thinking as I say this.

My father sighs. "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them."

"Get back to the house." He tells us, simply. He talks to me as if I was another soldier-in-training. Not his son; anything but this son. He turns his attention to Gobber." Make sure they get there. I have their mess to clean up." He lumbers off in the opposite direction. Gobber leads us through the walk of shame, smacking the back of my head. We pass the teen fire brigade as they snicker.

"Quite the performance." Tuffnut informs me, stifling a snicker.

"We do our best." Snake responds.

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

"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so..." I avoid Astrid's glare.

"Don't take all the credit. I could have stopped you, but I wanted to see what happened." Yep, good ol' Wolf trying to take the blame. I can't complain it takes some of the stress off me.

Gobber shoves Snotlout to the ground. Gobber and I head up toward a large house, standing prominently on the hill above the others.

"I really did hit one." I say, trying my best to convince Gobber.

"Sure, Hiccup." He says in a dismissive tone.

"He never listens." I groan, trying to make my case to him as best as I can.

"Well, it runs in the family." Can't argue with that, really.

"And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." I begin mimicking my father's thick Viking accent. "Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra-large boy with big beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fish bone." Wolf laughs at that meaning it was towards me or my impression. I can't really tell.

"You're thinking about this all wrong." Gobber starts off. "It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand."

"He's got a point there," adds in Snake.

Gee, Thanks! I feel so much better! I think in my head, but I bite my tongue.

"Thank you, for summing that up." I say with sarcasm obvious in my tone. What? There is only so much tongue I am able to bite.

I turn to open the door.

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Gobber appears to be attempting to make his voice seem comforting, but I can hear the underlining warning tone.

I just sigh heavily.

"I just want to be one of you guys." I say, downfallen.

Gobber eyes me sympathetically. I hate it. So, I turn and open to walk through the front door.

Wolf taps me on the back of the head "So where are we going now?" As if he knew from the beginning I was intending to leave before we got here.

And we run straight out the back door and off into the woods, with a determined attitude.

"Let's go find Hiccup's first dragon kill. Love to see the look on their faces when we show them the Night Fury's trophy, especially the fire brigades," Snake says excitedly.

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