Chapter 1

Imprisoned and Dragon Attack

This story I have been thinking of for a while. I had thought to myself as I played Skryim, "What would happen if Hiccup and Toothless get lost in Skyrim and become a part of the adventure in the fight against Alduin?" This is the result.

July 6, 2013: Update. Thanks to Yuvon-Dovah Ray and Quintian- The Dovahkiin Dwarf, I now have a better saying for Alduin.

I do not own How to Train your Dragon, nor The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. I only own Renee, J'Kiir, and Rahm-Ku. They are eighteen.

Hiccup woke slowly to a throbbing pain in his head and the sense of motion moving him. Groaning, he rubbed his brunette head with his hands-wait…His hands? His vision clearing, Hiccup was greeted at the sight of his hands being bound with a thick rope. He then looked up just as a man's voice spoke.

"I see you have returned to the waking world, lad. Better take it easy. It seems as though you had a nasty fall there."

A fall. That was what happened. He was flying farther from Berk than before when a fierce storm came and knocked him away from Toothless, his Night Fury. With the heavy rain and the fog, Hiccup couldn't see a thing before stumbling through the trees and passing out once he hit the ground.

"Where…where am I?" He asked the man in front of him.

The man, a muscular blond with a beard, answered him.

"I take it you're not from here, are you lad?"

Hiccup shook his head.

"No. I'm from a small island in the northwest. I just turned eighteen and started traveling with a...friend of mine. I have no idea where in the world am I."

"Then let me be the one to tell you, lad. You are in the province of Skyrim, on the continent of Tamriel."

Skyrim? Tamriel? Hiccup had never heard of those places before. But then again, Berk was an isolated place. Looking at the bonds on his hands, Hiccup asked again. "W-why am I tied up?" The man in front of him answered.

"How you became unconscious, I do not know. But the damned Imperials picked you up shortly after they captured us, the lass on your right, the Argonian next to her, and the Khajiit next to him. Along with that thief over there."

Hiccup looked to his right and was startled at the sight of an unconscious lizard person and an equally unconscious cat person. Seeing the boy's expression, the man chuckled.

" I take it you had never encountered Argonians or Khajiit before."

"Encountered? I've never even heard of them." Hiccup whispered so as not to wake the unusual-looking people.

Still giving of a soft snicker, the man spoke.

"Well then. Since we have the time, I'll tell you about them."

"If you don't mind, I would rather speak for my own people than have a Nord judge them by reputation." A smooth, deep voice came from the cat person.

The cat person was white as snow with black stripes along down his arms and black spots speckled his tail. He had short, black hair that was tied in dreadlocks with gold rings on the ends. His emerald eyes mystified the boy. He was dressed in rags.

"I am what is called a Khajiit. But my name is J'Kiir. My homeland it to the far south of the continent and goes by the name Elsweyr. We Khajiit have vision that is superior to others, for we are able to see clearly at night. We are also light on are feet and if we need to sneak up on something, no one can hear us."

"And that is why your people have become professionals at the art of thievery? This, in turn, enables you to produce Moon Sugar and Skooma without getting caught." The man, whom Hiccup identified as a Nord, spoke up.

J'Kiir narrowed his eyes and gave a low growl like a normal cat.

"It is not our fault that the other races cannot handle just a small bit of narcotics. Besides, I am not fond of either Moon Sugar or Skooma."

"H-how did you get caught, J'Kiir?" Hiccup spoke, trying to prevent a fight on the wagon.

J'Kiir relaxed a bit and answered.

"Wrong place at the wrong time, my unusual friend. I was on my way to Riften when I stumbled upon the ambush that took these gentlemen and this young lady. I am certain that the Argonian and the Nord are also not with them."

"Indeed I was not. I cannot say for the woman." The Argonian answered, clearly awake now.

From what Hiccup could see, the Argonian's scales were as green as the trees around them. On the top of his head were sapphire feathers that act as hair and spikes on each of its sides. He also had two larger horns that were curled a bit and hazel eyes. Like J'Kiir, he too was in rags. He answered Hiccup's mental question immediately.

"I am called Rahm-Ku. My people are from a southern land known as Black Marsh. And like the Khajiit next to me, I too have abilities that are exclusive to my race. Argonians are able to breath underwater and have an advanced immune system, meaning we don't get sick as easily. But I do have other talents."

"Such as?" Hiccup asked.

"I am studying to become a mage. I was on my way to the college up at Winterhold when I was captured for, as the cat said, at the wrong place at the wrong time."

J'Kiir hissed.

"Watch it, Argonian, before I decide to turn you into six pairs of boots and a few new belts."

"Enough. Both of you." A groggy voice spoke.

Hiccup looked and saw that the voice belonged to the woman next to him. He couldn't tell how old J'Kiir and Ram-Ku were, but he could tell that this woman was his age. She had ivory skin and blazing red hair tied in a ponytail. She too was dressed in rags. The girl fixed her sapphire eyes at Hiccup.

"You know. They have told you about them. But we know nothing of you. What is your name, for example?"

Hiccup knew this question was coming and knew the result of his answer.

"As I said to…err…what was your name?" He asked the older Nord.

"Ralof." He answered.

"Thank you." He told Ralof before turning back to the girl. "As I had told Ralof, I am from an isolated island from the northwest called Berk. My name's Hiccup."

The result was the three youths and Ralof snickering.

"Why would any parent call their kitten 'Hiccup'?" J'Kiir asked after he finished laughing.

With an annoyed look, Hiccup answered.

"On Berk, it is believed that a scary name would scare away evil spirits. Unfortunately, I was the runt of the entire village."

"I am sorry to hear that, my friend. Sounds like you've had a pretty rough life." The girl spoke.

"You don't know the half of it, Miss…"

The Nord girl answered with a smile.

"Renee. My name is Renee."

It was then that the man that Ralof indicated as a horse thief muttered as he, too, woke.

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell."

He then look to Hiccup, Renee, J'Kiir, and Rahm-Ku.

"You four. You and me- we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." Ralof stated.

"Shut up back there!" The wagon's driver called out.

After a few moments of silence, the horse thief spoke, looking at the gagged man next to Rahm-Ku.

"And what's wrong with him, huh?"

Ralof snapped at him.

"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King."

Hiccup and the youths in the wagon didn't have a clue what he was talking about until the thief spoke.

"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion."

His eyes then widened in fear.

"But if they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?"

Ralof answered him.

"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits."

As the ride went on, Hiccup looked to the trees for any sign of Toothless, hoping the dragon could help him from going to this 'Sovngarde' place. Seeing confusion instead of searching, Renee spoke to him.

"Sovngarde is the Nordic afterlife. It calls us when we no longer can live in this world."

Hiccup looked to Renee in anxiety.

"If I'm here in Skyrim… Then if I die…"

"I am certain you would go to your designated afterlife, lad. But if we find you at the gates of Sovngarde, we Nords will make sure you are welcomed." Ralof spoke, hoping to relive the boy.

He then turned his attention to the horse thief.

"Hey, what village are you from horse thief?"

"Why do you care?" The man asked.

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

After a moment of silence, the man answered.

"Rorikstead. I'm…I'm from Rorikstead."

As Hiccup looked for to the forest, he took Ralof's advice and thought of Berk. Because of his carelessness, the Viking might die this particular day.

But he thought, he spotted a black figure hiding amongst the trees, following the parade of wagons.


Indeed, the dragon had followed the wagon ever since the fall, waiting for a chance to get at Hiccup. There may be hope yet.

"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

"Good. Let's get this over with."

Well so much for that thought.

Ralof looked at a man on a horse in the village they were entering, speaking to a golden-skinned person as the horse thief prayed aloud.

"Shor, Mara, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me."

Hiccup didn't know who these Divines were, but turned his attention to Ralof as he spoke bitterly about the man and the strange person.

"Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this."

The questions in Hiccup's mind only grew as they continued onward into the heart of the city.

"What is this place?"

Ralof, like before, answered him.

"This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."

Hiccup remained silent as he heard a boy being rushed in by his father, not wanting him to see what was going to happen. Soon, the carriages stopped at a wall in the town square near an inn.

"Why are we stopping?" The horse thief asked nervously.

"Why do you think? The end of the line."

Hiccup didn't like the sound of that. And neither did J'Kiir, Rahm-Ku, and Renee. The four of them hoped that they would get let out because they were innocent. At least, three of them might be, for none knew what to think of J'Kiir. Ralof then addressed the four youths in the wagon.

"Let's go. Shouldn't keep our gods waiting for us."

The horse thief began to panic.

"No. Wait! We're not rebels!"

"Face your death with some courage, thief." Ralof told him.

One by one, the passengers of the wagon got off, Hiccup getting some help from Ralof and Rahm-Ku. It was then that one of the Imperials, the people Hiccup was told often about, began to go through a list in his hand, checking off names as the recipients stepped aside in front of an execution block.

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm."

As Ulfric walked away, Ralof spoke.

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric."

"Ralof of Riverwood."

After Ralof left, the Imperial called the next name.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

But the panicked Lokir refused to follow the others and ran past the Imperial and the armored-clad Imperial woman.

"No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!"

"Halt!" The woman called out.

"You're not going to kill me!"


Hiccup closed his eyes as three archers fired arrows at Lokir, all of them hitting their target. The woman then turned to the remaining prisoners.

"Anybody else feel like running?"

It was then that the Imperial with the quill and the list noticed Hiccup and the others.

"Wait. You four. Step forward."

They obeyed as the man asked for their names.

"Who are you four?"

J'Kiir was the first to speak.

"J'Kiir of Elsweyr."

Then Rahm-Ku.

"Rahm-Ku of Murky Glen. Black Marsh."

Then Hiccup, at the urge of Renee behind him.

"Hiccup, son of Stoick the Vast of Berk."

Then Renee.

"Renee Silverglass of Emeralda, Skyrim."

At Renee's introduction, nearly all of the Imperials and the Stormcloaks gasped.

Hiccup looked to J'Kiir and Rahm-Ku for answers, both who were just as stunned as the other natives of Skyrim.

"What's going on?" He whispered.

"Emeralda was one of the major mining villages in Skyrim that was annihilated by a plague ten years ago. The last reports before the plague died out was that there were no survivors. And to think we were sitting next to the last survivor herself." J'Kiir answered.

The Imperial with the list spoke.

"All of you are defiantly an odd bunch. I still can't believe that you, Miss, are a survivor of Namira's Harvest."

The man then spoke to the woman next to him.

"Captain. What should we do? None of them are on the list."

Hiccup hoped that the woman would set them aside for questioning. But the captain had a different idea in mind.

"Forget the list. All four of them go to the block."

"By your orders, captain." The man spoke before turning his saddened gaze toward the four youths. "I am sorry. We'll make sure to return your remains to your homelands. Follow the captain, prisoners."

Knowing that there was no escape, the quartet obeyed and approached the mass of Stormcloaks while General Tullius spoke to the muted Ulfric.

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne."

Hiccup wondered what in the world was Tullius talking about when he spoke again.

"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace."

But then, a shrill roar echoed across the sky, sending a chill down Hiccup's spine. It wasn't Toothless, that's for sure.

"What was that?" The sympathetic Imperial asked.

"It's nothing. Carry on. Give them their last rites." Tullius answered, speaking to a robed woman, who Hiccup figured was a priestess.

The priestess spoke.

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt of the earth of Nirn, our beloved…"

But a single Stormcloak stepped forward to the block in frustration.

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."

Irritated a bit, the priestess spoke.

"As you wish."

The Stormcloak then knelt down with the aid of the captain's boot and his neck rested on the block. As the axman raised his ax, the man spoke.

"My ancestors are smiling upon me now, Imperials. Can you say the same for yours?"

Hiccup closed his eyes as the ax came into contact with the Stormcloak's neck. He prayed to Odin and Thor that Toothless can save him before his head was cut off.

Ralof then spoke, causing Hiccup to open his eyes.

"As fearless in death as he was in life."

The captain then spoke again.

"Next! The Emeralda Nord in the rags!"

"Oh no! She means Renee!" Hiccup thought as he looked at the next chopping victim.

But the sound of the cry that he had heard before called again, this time louder.

"There it is again. Can you hear that?" The sympathetic Nord spoke.

But the captain shrugged it off and called out.

"I said, next prisoner!"

Looking to Renee, Hiccup watched as she approached the block.

"Looks like I'm next to enter Sovngarde."

Hiccup could tell that she was trying to add humor to this grim situation. But something about that cry just doesn't feel right. He watched as Renee knelt down on the fresh bloodied block and placed her head. But before the headsman could do anything, the maker of the cries appeared.

Hiccup saw in horror as a monstrous black dragon flew across the sky and was about to land in Helgen.

"What in Oblivion is that?" Tullius called out in shock.

Just then, the dragon landed on the tower overlooking the execution square. It was not like any dragon Hiccup had ever seen and from what he could look in its red eyes, this dragon could not be tamed. It was then that the dragon opened its maw and instead of a fiery breath, Hiccup felt a great force come from his mouth nearly sending him back.

When he opened his eyes, Hiccup saw the clouds in the sky circle and began to rain fireballs. The dragon then let out another unusual power that Hiccup had never seen before and sent the nearby soldiers flying, nearly doing the same to him, J'Kiir, Rahm-Ku, and Renee in the process.

This was clearly something that's like it came from a nightmare.

Seeing that Renee was safe from the executioner's ax, Hiccup ran over to help her up the best he could.

"Renee! Are you alright?"

Renee stood up and looked at the dragon, which began to fly and circle the town.

"I…I think so."

J'Kiir and Rahm-Ku approached them.

"We've got to get out of here before we get killed!" The Argonian called out.

It was then they heard a familiar voice.

"Hey! Young bloods! Come one, the gods won't give us another chance!"

The quartet followed Ralof into a nearby tower, where an ungagged Ulfric and a few of the Stormcloaks were waiting. Quickly closing the door, Ralof spoke.

"Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing? Could the legends be true?"

For the first time since he met the man, Hiccup heard Ulfric speak.

"Legends don't burn down villages."

Hearing the dragon roar again, Ulfric spoke again.

"We need to move. Now!"

Ralof then turned to the four youths.

"Up through the tower, let's go!"

"At this point, there is no argument." J'Kiir spoke as he ran up the tower with Rahm-Ku, Hiccup, Renee, and Ralof behind him.

But just as they reached the top of the stairs, the five came to a halt as the dragon burst his head though the wall and breathed fire into the building, only singeing the top of the tower.

But there was one thing Hiccup noticed about the dragon just before he breathed fire: he spoke.


Once he was done breathing fire, the dragon flew off to continue wreaking havoc upon the town. Looking around the area, J'Kiir looked downwards and called out.

"No choice! We'll have to jump onto the inn's roof if we are to get out of here!"

"Go! We'll find another way!" Ralof called out as he returned to his fellow Stormcloaks.

Renee then spoke.

"You heard them! Jump!"

She and J'Kiir jumped onto the straw roof first and waited for a wary Rahm-Ku and Hiccup to jump after them. Once they did, the four ran until they met up with the Imperial who had the list of prisoners.

"Hamming! Get over here! Now!"

The four watched as a young boy ran to the soldier and another man while the dragon landed in front of them and readied himself to breath fire. They got out of the way just in time as the breath came.

The Imperial then spoke.

"Still alive, prisoners? Stick with me and we may get out alive!"

After leaving the boy with another man, the Imperial lead the four through the streets, the five of them have to stand still once in an alley with the dragon perched on the wall next to them and attacking again at a different group, completely unaware of the five.

As they made their way through, they reached a building where Ralof was.

"Ralof! You damned traitor! Get out of my way!"

But Ralof spoke defiantly.

"We're escaping, Hadvar. You're not stopping us this time."

The four youths turned around to find the dragon landing behind them, ready to attack them.

"We've got to get out of here! Now!" Hiccup called out.

But when it looked like it was over for the six, a fiery white blast struck the dragon in the neck, making him miss his target. Turning to face the attacker, the dragon growled in its native tongue at a familiar black dragon. Strange thing was…the four youths could understand him.

Hio tahrodiis mey! hio Aav Voth joorie? Hio kos aan Dukaan Se faal dov!"

The larger dragon tried to attack Toothless as Hiccup called out his name.


The other five looked at him in shock.

"You are friends with that smaller dragon?" Rahm-Ku asked.

Hiccup nodded, keeping his eyes on the fight. Ralof then spoke.

"I don't know how you managed to do such a feat, lad, but we have to go!"

Hadvar growled.

"Not with you, Ralof!"

"Can we please just go before we die!" Renee screeched at them, making the men flinch a bit.

Seeing that there was no other way, the men lead the youths into the build, Hiccup calling out to his dragon.

"Toothless! In here!"

Hearing his rider, Toothless used his shot to temporarily blind the large dragon, giving him the time needed to escape into the building.

The black dragon screeched as it continue to wreak havoc.

Translation 1: "You treacherous Fool! You join With these Mortals? You are a dishonor of the dragonkind!"