Hi guys!

I got this idea from a book I read, called The Blind Viking. The book is still being continued, and is really amazing. So I thought i would try to do a re-creation of it, in one-shot form! All credits go to @httyd112 !

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Hiccup was blind. He was born with it, and probably was never going regain his eyesight. Because of this, people didn't think he could do anything, and would always bully and laugh at him. 

Because of this, his eyes, which were going to be a bright green, turned slightly white in places. 

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Hiccups POV

I walked into the great hall, hearing chatter from ever table around me. I walk towards a non noisy table, which I assumed was empty. Sitting down, I close my eyelids over my useless eyes and dream of a world where I could see. 

Snotlout, Berkshire bully, came over. I knew it was him because a rotten stench of fish, chicken and overused rose petals came over. Shootout, Ruff and Tuff. Just my luck. 

"Ah, Snotlout! I see you've been practising more than usual lately!"

Said my father, suddenly appearing behind me.

"Son, you need to learn to eat more. If you want to look like a real Viking then we need to get some fat on ya!"

"Well Dad, I'd prefer not to be a real Viking if Snotlout is one. He only just learnt about a BATH."

My father glared at me, it's glare piercing through my skull and into my useless eyes. My are a bit like me actually. Useless, and completely out of place.

I sighed and walked out, going to see my best friend.

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As I walk into the cove, I hear rustling behind me. One of the gang probably. Let them see. I don't care anymore.

I feel the soft mud underneath my feet starting to show some grass, and instantly know I'm nearly there. I walk further, the mud slowly turning into grass.

By the time I arrive, I'm instantly covered in gooey fishy Dragon slobber. I laugh, glad to know at least one person is happy to see me.

I hear a gasp, and a few more rustle as I climb on my dragon.

"Lets go Toothless."

I say, before we shoot off.

Up in the air, I feel the cool wind blowing of my face, the stinging collisions of the small drizzle against my face.

I throw my hands up in the air, imaging what the clouds must look like. Probably beautiful. 

I love flying. It's the one place I feel free.

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And it's done! 

As it was a small idea, it's very short. (Go check out the actual book! #FreeAdvertising !)

-IZOUT