(slightly Edited 3/June/2021)

Hiccup's P.O.V

I yawn as I push myself up in bed, blinking in the low light as I try to register the present and not the dream I'd just woke up from. Yet, my mind reflects back to the view of my home in the night sky.

I'd witnessed the sight once for real, a year or so ago, as I was coming back from a fishing trip. Though, of course, I had gotten bored and had started to write in my journal.

This, is Berk. I'd wrote. Underlined Berk to show the significance.
I remember looking up and noticing that it was a bit misty, or foggy I guess, signifying the cold weather. I remember the boat picking up a bit of speed and the fog moving aside.

I remember how much I jumped when a wave crashed by, fading away to show the rocky island of Berk being significantly closer. I must have been lost in thought. Thinking about what, exactly, I would say if they ask for Berk's location.

It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death.

I recall sailing between the big statues with fires burning in their mouths and looking up at them in awe. They were statues designed to scare off the enemy. It must have been hard to carve them.

Shaking my head, I come back to the present as I swing my legs over the side of my bed and straining my ears to listen to the outside noises.
Its located solidly on the meridian of misery.
I pull on my furry vest that stops at my waist.

I remember a fair amount of time later gazing up at the village. First spotting the sheep farm, then my gaze moving across the wooden structures that we lived in. I still remember and agree with my words, even if it was a month ago.

My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new!

We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.

I am once again snapped out of my thoughts as I hear loud commotion from outside. I finish slipping on my vest and run downstairs.
That was all that I had written in my journal that day, about Berk that is. I think once more about my home as I trudge slowly up towards the front door.

The only problems are the pests.

You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have....

I pull open the front door but slam it shut to protect myself from hot dragon fire.
"Dragons!" I say, pressing my back up against the door wide wide eyes. Just as I thought. Another raid.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings.....We have, stubbornness issues.
I run outside quickly, looking behind me briefly at my house that is still on fire. In fact, many houses are on fire and vicious battles between viking and dragons are commencing everywhere, with Vikings leaping up onto dragons as they snatch livestock in the result to be thrown off.

I run, on my way, as I look around at all the commotion. A smile brings its way onto my face because I made it out successfully, unlike last time. I'm out and I'm ready.

My name's Hiccup.
I am stopped short by a Viking falling in front of me, scaring the life out of me. I dodge a Viking running my way and the Viking that fell grabs his axe before charging forwards towards his victim, another dragon.

Great name, I know!

But it's not the worst.
I duck under two Vikings carrying a log as I run.

I look behind me after hearing commotion: a Viking had ran into the Viking carrying the back end of the log, causing him to drop it.

Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls.
I walk backwards, trying to make myself small. I get bumped and barged past by a few Vikings with the intent to go and kill a dragon.

I hear a blast and I trip over, landing on my back.
Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that!

A Viking, whom I recognise as Ack, roars in my face, bring his axe up high. He stops short of killing me, letting out a battle cry then a cheery "Mornin'!" As he realises that I am, in fact, not a dragon.
He steps forward and runs off.

Heh. I'm guessing he was drinking mead before the raids started. Or maybe he's just excited. A combination possibily?

Oh look, it's my neighbours!
"What are you doing here?!"
"Get Inside!"
"What are you doin' out?"
With one more finish from a lady it's, "Get back inside!"

Don't my neighbours love me?! Always a pleasure to interact with them!
I continue along my path, getting past a guard since he's too busy examining what he picked from his ear.

Suddenly, my luck runs out, and just as I'm about to run forward, seeing a large dragon fire, I'm hoisted off the ground by my collar.

Thank-you for showing the village you can lift me, a teenager, up off the ground effortlessly with one arm. Thank you.

"Hiccup?! What is he doing out aga--?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!" The chief says, the first bit to the crowd then the last bit to me, placing me on the ground and pushing me forward.

That's Stoick the Vast! Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders.
I look back to see Stoick throw a wooden cart at a dragon, knocking into it midair.

Do I believe it? Yes, I do.

But I think you would too, if you met him.

"What have we got?" I hear my dad ask as I move on.

"Uh, Dragons! " I sarcastically murmur. A villager laughs, before capturing a Gronkle.
Didn't realise I was that loud. But wow, though! Not many people get my humour.

"Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks! oh,and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." I hear the man report and a fire blast sounds. I glance back to see him using his shield as cover.
Yeah well so did I. Just before the Almighty chief hoisted me up into the air like a bag of apples.

"Any Nighg Furies?" I hear the chief ask.
"None so far." Is the reply.
I should move on from here.

"HOIST THE TORCHES!" A Viking yells and I look to the sky to see two enormous torches are raised and lit on fire, making it way easier to spot the many dragons swooping by.

I run off.

I speed up my pace and run down the village, I see my target getting closer.
Aaand BAM!
I run into the forge and shrug off my coat. I grab my apron and put it on.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" My boss says to me as he bangs on a sword.
Hah, not just yet.

I turn towards him as I make my way towards a wall where multiple things are hanging up.

"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste." I say as I lift a gigantic war hammer head and place it on the wall.
"They wouldn't know what to do with all..." I gesture to my fishbone build with my hands.
"...this." I finish, flexing my left arm as that's the one he can see.
Not that there's anything TO see....

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?"
He retorts as he switches his hand.
Ha-ha. SOO funny. Not.
I run forward and open the windows, where immediately weapons are shoved in my face. "Here." The Viking says rudely.
Another comes forward, telling me to hurry up with it with an angry face.

I stagger over, carrying all the weapons, to where the fire is.

I place them down.
The meat-head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little.
I use all my weight into pumping a (thingy?) that heats the weapons.
...........Well.....littler.

I glance out the shop window to see a large dragon swoop down and set yet another house on fire before flying off.

See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses!

I get back to work.
Someone else will take care of it, not that I'd be allowed to even go outside and help anyway.
"FIRE!"
"Alright, let's go!"
I am about to pick up more weapons that were dropped off at the window but I drop them but stay at the window, both my hands planted on it as I watch them intently.

Told ya!

The Viking teens come by carrying their buckets of water.

Oh, and that's Fishlegs,
I watch him fill his water up quick and hurry towards the fire, he's.....not my size. I'm a fishbone, he is not.
Snotlout,
He's defiantly bigger than me but smaller than Fishlegs. He has muscles, though. That's all that counts when your a Viking.

the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut,
They go by fighting over a bucket, they're both fin but in better shape than me. They love mischief.

and..... Astrid.
My eyes widen just a little bit as I watch her, she looks so amazing as she effortlessly chucks the bucket on the fire, and then it explodes, yet she is walking away from it like it didn't happen.

I smile as I watch her. The other teens come up behind her, all looking awesome and heroic.

Oh, their job is so much cooler!

I try and act cool as they run by. I smile as I watch them, and want to join them.
I lean further out of the smithing window so I can get a better look at the teens, well, mainly Astrid. But Gobber lifts me and hauls me back from the window as I'm basically just about to hop out.
Shame.

I imagine the teens walking away from the explosion like they do now, just super slow. I might even draw it later.

"Oh, come on. Let me out, please? I need to make my mark!" I beg as I'm hanging above the ground still.
"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!" Gobber says, dropping me.

But I'm sure I can do it this time! I'm not giving up.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon! My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!" I say.
Oh how cool it will be to win Astrid's attention.

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe," Gobber says, hitting his hook against his arm as if counting my incapabilities, "You can't even throw one of these!" Gobber exclaims, holding up a Bola. A viking reaches in and grabs it, he then uses it to bring down a dragon successfully by swinging it above his head and throwing it with all his might at a smaller but tough dragon, bounding it and brining it to the ground.

While that may be true, I have a solution.

"Okay, Yeah, fine," I move backwards to my machine. "But this will throw it for me!" I say, patting my latest creation. I spent a whole week on this bad boy.

My launcher opens and shoots a Bola randomly, I watch as it hits a viking standing out by the window on the head.

"Arggh!" He yells, falling down.
Yeah, um, oops. At least I know it works? Yeah I'm probably going to have to apologise to him later.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber says, a little bit mad as he walks towards me. I look at my machine briefly.

It would be nice for you to have some faith in me, Gobber. Like "Wow! You succeeded! But seriously, it needs tweaking Kay?" Now that would be nice. Maybe give me some tips or something. Oh here's an idea: let me out!

"Mild calibration issue--"
"Don't you-- no-- Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there, to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this!" Gobber interrupts me.
Really....REALLY! So not impressed.
"But, you just pointed to all of me! How can i--" I begin, just to be interrupted again.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!" Gobber says, awkwardly as if this is what he's meant to say, like he couldn't find the words.
I feel like hitting my head against my machine. Maybe that could tweak it. Hah never mind that's what the Jorgensons would do.

But lovely. I'm being ignored. Again.

"Ohhhh..." I begin.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Gobber mocks.
"Yo-you sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Viking-ness... contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" I act, trying to be intimidating.

"Ill take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now!" Gobber finishes, turning and dropping one in my arms. Damn it, he won. I groan softly as I take on the weight.

I carry it over to the big rotating stone and set the sword on there, using one hand to hold its handle and the other set lightly on the blade.

One day. One day I'll get out there. Because, killing a dragon is EVERYTHING around here.
I think, looking up briefly from my work with determination.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Probably more. They are these tall, two legged, spine flinging and fire breathing dragons. 
Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. They are smaller but their bites would pack a punch.

A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.

I admire my progress on the sword and keep sharpening it. This is something that comes natural to me, since I've done it for years.
And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.
They're tough, Very large, Very angry and VERY cunning.

I adjust my grip on the sword as I sharpen it.
But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the--

A high pitched whistle comes from the sky. Everyone panics. I look up to the sky blindly in excitement and wonder.

"NIGHT FURY!" A Viking voice warns, like we all didn't know what the Night Fury whistle sounds like.

"GET DOWN!" I hear a sheer voice cry.

From out of nowhere, an explosion tears a catapult apart. It was a large rotating one.
"JUMP!"
Today. Today I could do it. I think and nod to myself.
I rush closer towards the window, looking out at the sky in wonder. I try and caTvh it in my sights but it's too quick.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and...
Another shattering boom sounds.
....never misses.
I stand back from the window with my fists clenched and my chin raised determinedly.
No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.
I walk away from the window.

"Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there!" Gobber says, taking off his hammer arm and chucking it aside.

Yeah, right!

He attaches an axe to his arm and begins to hobble out, but turns around at the doorway to point at me.

"Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean!" Gobber says. He runs out and legs out a battle cry.

Yes Gobber, I do know what you mean!

I grab my Bolas Launcher and run outside the fort, looking for a spot to shoot.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna listen!

"Hiccup, where are you going?!"
"Come back here!"
I hear some villagers passing by demand. I don't stop.
"Yeah, I know! Be right back!" I call over my shoulder as I run with my launcher on a cart.

I spot a good hill so I run up it and set my bola launcher up.

I let out a yell as I ge to the peek and set my launcher up: flinging the top open, lifting the cross bow like contraption up by the end, so that it locks into place for me to pull down on it (the tip facing the sky), the rope springing forward, I slide a lever so that locks, place the ammo in, slide a lever back firmly and lean up slightly, looking through the aim at the sky. I look around wildly.

(It was hard to capture this bit so I deeply apologise if there is one or more errors.)

"Come on. Gimme something to shoot at, gimme something to shoot at!" I murmur, eyeing the sky. It's quite silent, and I hope I haven't picked the wrong spot.

I have to do this. And quickly. Its my only chance of proving myself. I can show the village I'm not a useless. I can show my father that I'm not a failure... I can show Astrid that I'm not just a runt working in the forge.....I can prove my worth in the village.

THAT is why it's so important to me.

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So, my first chapter! Like it?
It's kinda boring but do not worry, it shall get better!
BTW I thought I published this yesterday but guess not.

I'm hoping it's kinda descriptive cause I examined the scenes thoroughly but not too deeply. If that is a thing.....

Anyway, bye and thank you so much for reading. Do not be afraid to comment or vote or message me or....I'm running out of things to list.

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