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"I can't believe her," Eos said late into the evening. "I can't believe she would do this." Stoick was inclined to agree, if not for the thoughts muddling his head. He had thought it was bad enough when the Berserkers appeared without warning by the docks, all of them retching after a flash of rainbow lights had faded away. Dagur, at the forefront, had a note attached to his armor in the front, pinned by a rather large hairpin. Astrid had warned them, fortunately, by coming to the hut where they were discussing what to do with Lu and how to mend the large holes in the wooden floor. She had approached the chief and chieftainess and told th

 Hiccup’s P.O.V As I introduced Nin to them, lots of question suddenly attacking me from their mouth. Starting from Snotloud, “Dude, where did you get that amazing chick?!” “Are those even real?!” Ruffnut pushed Snotloud away as she asked. “Can she breath out fire like other dragon?!” Tuffnut pushed his sister and then began with the fight, didn’t care to know the answer. “Hiccup, is it possible to be big dragon or a small dragon… or a male dragon with a female or a female dragon with a male human? Or both of her parents are dragon or maybe human…” Fishleg said with a

Eret had mentioned offhand that it was his birthday during a certain autumn, but he hadn't expected anyone on Berk to celebrate. For one, there was often too much to do, what with Chief Hiccup tending the tribe and his brood at once. For another, Drago Bludivist and no one on Eret's crew had cared at all about birthdays. Their job was to survive and hunt. Berk was different, however; when someone wanted to celebrate, they often did with flair. "Eret!" A cheerful voice greeted him. "Happy birthday!" "Oof!" He doubled over as a mass of brown hair hit him in the stomach. All the air left his insides, and he had to gasp. "Sorry!" Jora Haddock

Hiccup wasn't sure why he had agreed to do this. On one hand, Astrid had made him blush several times by bringing up the subject, and this would finally end the teasing. On the other, it meant that she'd find a new means of making him blush, because his face turned berry red when she brought up the hens and the bees. Odin knows he had heard enough of it from Gobber. That probably wouldn't be a bad thing, Hiccup reflected. At least she's happy when I'm embarrassed. Most of the time anyway. He had obtained her sizes from Gothi the Village Elder, who knew everything and wasn't too prudish to hide it from Hiccup. If it had been Snotlout or even

You know as well as I do that life in Berk isn't easy for anyone.  We could be woken up at any moment by the angry cries of dragons, choking on the raging fires they left behind when they took any food they could haul away.  Then there's the weather that devastates our island for months on end.   Attempting to raise crops and livestock on what is essentially a floating mountain, or being separated from other people by no less than a day's travel by boat. No, for any Viking living here is a challenge.  For me, however, the challenges just seemed to go on and on.  I could always imagine the things I wanted to do, but putting them to practice n

HTTYD: Beyond the realms Part I: Lacrimosa "There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love." (Washington Irving) _________________________________________________________ The seagulls flew high above the cold waters of the Norse sea, beating their wings ever so regularly and resuming their peaceful gliding. The whale's road was never the same, changing from minute to minute, and the waves invariably danced beyond the horizon. Sometimes, they were small and playful, and the seagulls would

STOP.  Go watch How to Train your Dragon. PAUSE the movie when Astrid shakes her head upon discovering Toothless and runs off. Proceed reading. Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train your Dragon. Dreamworks does. Hitch Ups: Chapter 1 "You are so busted." They were the last words Hiccup would hear from his long-time crush, and they hurt him more deeply than any dismissal she had given him before. For in that four-worded sentence lay the truth of their distance from one another—their priorities, their loyalties, their morals—all worlds apart. The most promising Viking of their age didn't even have the natural curiosity

       It was a rainy night on the island of Berk which was nothing new for the vikings living there. But it was raining so bad that the vikings thought that the some of the houses would float away, so they were working frantically to divert the water away from the village. While the most of the villages men, women and children were helping move logs and rocks, Hiccup was stuck in his home looking out at the stormy sky wishing he could be out there helping. But with his prosthetic leg, he wasn't much help when it was muddy out.       "There has to be something I can do to help

Regret and New Revelations Hi. This is my new fanfic! I hope you guys like it. If I do anything wrong please- criticism and corrections about the facts of the story and if I'm being to rushed will help. For they are long known habits. Enjoy! "Sometimes when we lose things we blame others. But we just have to forget the past and forgive those who we hurt in life" All is well for the hero of Berk(or as well as it can get). Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is sleeping in his bed at the time of dawn. It has been about five weeks since Hiccup and Toothless defeated the Red Death and formed a bond between Berk and the dragons. But it doesn't cha

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III stared down at the copy of the dragon manual. Not the new copy he was helping create, the old one. The KOS, Kill on Sight, version. In his mind, he knew that the little information in this manual wouldn't do for his new version. The KOS version detailed the best way to kill dragons, only listing the bare minimum of facts. And it was so that his plan had formed. It had begun simply enough…the dragons were their friends now, and the old manual was greatly outdated. Of course, who better than the first Viking to ride a dragon to fix it? And so, Hiccup had been commissioned to make the new manual. So, for a few

Uncovered Secrets "Okay. Who's next?" the gold-eyed boy asked. Brackish Tactikous was in the middle of the arena, laughing and waiting for his next challenger. He was wearing leather armor over his bare, upper body and a few greaves on his legs. His forhead was gleaming with sweat. The others pestered him into fighting them. They wanted to see what skills he earned inside the gladiator arena of Caralis. He smiled deviously at the others sitting at the benches. Brackish managed to defeat Snotlout and Tuffnut in a two on one match. They weren't too hard to beat-they were completely overconfident. He fought Treya and Astrid individually an

Chapter 1: Two Worlds "Put your faith in what you most believe in, Two worlds, One family." Ugh, these early mornings never really were for me.  How the rest of the village manages to get up this early is beyond me. Not only is it a few degrees south of freezing to death, but no sane person should ever be up before the sun and yet this is how my mornings go. I flinched as a slight rumbling and shouting reached my ears from outside. 'Oh no, please Odin do not let this be what I think it is.' I hopefully wished as I reached over and tugged on the giant front door. To my dismay, this revealed that my wish had reached deaf ears because outs

The raids were the worst part of it all. I had never been a very active member in them. I never stole food or attacked any of the annoying humans that had taken over my people's home. All I did was evoke a heart-wrenching fear into all of the Vikings, keeping them at bay from a truly terrible attack. Thank the Dragoness of the Moon that I can easily fulfill my duty as a dragon. Besides, what human in their right mind would face down a tribe of dragons with a Shadow-Blender? Why would the scream of "Night Fury!" always be immediately followed by "Get down!" if I didn't strike fear into their souls? Why would I overhear stories of the terribl

                                            "...perhaps all the dragons of our lives                      are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.       Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us."   

Camicazi quietly padded up the dense, wooden steps, ascending into the loft of the Haddock household.  A steady beat of thuds and clunks knelled from above, holding curious power of attraction to power her advance and a lesser sense of foreboding to repel her. She reached the top step, and her eyes sought the noise haunting the chief's residence.  The source immediately stood out to her, and Camicazi spent a moment studying the young man pacing the floors in mismatched steps.  He seemed so...off—and it was more than the missing leg or his anger at the village twisting his features.  He was at war with his own body—worn, stretched i

Astrid had been screaming when the explosion died down. She was ashamed to say it now, to think of it – of herself clawing at Snotlout's arms as he held her back from the inferno, of his shouts at her to stay calm while she shrieked Hiccup's name over and over, watching him fall through the swells of flames. It was a disgusting thing, she thought, for a girl – woman – of her emotional caliber to unravel so seamlessly in front of those who had seen her as a rock against the current. She was not the type to care about things like this. In all honesty, she had expected that she would perhaps bow her head in respect in the wak

Title: Better Summary: Hiccup tries to make things better and Toothless isn't having any of it, but when push comes to shove, do they have what it takes to go the distance? --------------------- Dawns in Burk were usually unnoticeable. There were no colors that danced in the sky, or birds that sang that didn't sing at any other time of the day. Yup, dawns in Burk were as unnoticeable as dawns could get. Usually. Which is why this dawn, while spectacular in its own right, was especially spectacular in Burk. Sadly, Toothless was watching it alone. It wasn't the first pretty dawn he'd watched, alone or otherwise, but he thought it was a pity

Hiccup sat up with a groan, it had been another restless night. He had been having the same dream every other day for the past few weeks. He had dreams of images that he couldn't directly understand. The first was of a large island hidden in the mist and images of black dragons flying around in circles in perfect alignment across their island home and then images of a ship hovering in the distance and flames as the dragons fought unseen figures marched through the mist and then a jet of bluish purple fire usually broke the dream to wake Hiccup up. Hiccup had only now realized he had just seen something personal from Toothless' past. How he

Title: The Legend of the Night Fury Summary: A Tale as old as time, and true as it can be. Both a little scared, neither one prepared… You know where this is going. Beauty and the Beast with a twist. Toothless/Hiccup. Warning: Eventual slash, mature themes, I guess. Disclaimer: What part of FAN FICTION is hard to understand? I don't own Beauty and the Beast, and I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. They belong to whoever they do. I'm not here to make money; I'm just here to entertain. Once upon a time, in a far away land, where gods lived and breathed as mortals do, there lived a god named Loki and a god Baldur. One night, Baldur dr

The 21st year of a Viking, to most it is a status symbol for many reasons. This particular age marks the true birth into adulthood, a time of well being. Within this year, prosperity, wisdom and love were given through wishes and blessings to those who came of age. And this year, during the spring it was her turn. She who had lived atop the hills of Berk with her father for so long, who took the courage to go out and train a dragon of her own. One who had been questioning her history and family background for years on end, the one with the bright red hair, blue eyes and glasses: Gryphon Thunderspout. She had defiantly grown, as with the ot

It was a quiet, summer morning when Ruffnut woke up from her sleep. Except in the Thorston household it's never quiet. "TUFFNUT!" She yelled at her brother when she found out what he had done to her favorite clothes "YOU LITTLE BITCH, JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" She continued, throwing her favorite pair of pants at him. God, i was planning on wearing those today, now i have to wear my skirt, she tought, pulling out her moss-green skirt, frowning a bit and putting them on, together with her white tank top. She loved summer. Dragon training vacations, best beach season, surfing, oh, how she loved it. She walked out her room and i

Chapter 2: A Rough Breakfast Slowly, but surely, I get dressed up, fixed my bed, and headed out to the food court.  But one thought sticks to my head, that announcement.  What's it about?  Who said it?  The conflict between curiosity and hunger thrives in me.  What do I do: eat first or ask the people about it?  But, eventually, my hunger won me out; I'm just so hungry, I'm desperate for anything on the menu, even if it's only smoked eel. Anyway, as I walk up to the hill where the food court is, I notice the village is a bit… well… active.  Actually, super active like there's an invasion.  Could it be pirates?  Was that the announ

Hiccup's P.O.V I walk further and further in to the woods, swerving under branches and jumping across small ditches. My eyes darting, in search of the place it all began. After about thirteen minutes I reached the scene of the crime. I bend over to pick up and study the remnants of the discarded bola... "Dragons are meant to go for the kill… So, why didn't you?" I mutter to myself. I drop the bola and begin to press on in the direction it flew off. I drop into a rocky crevice and follow it to an isolated cove, complete with a pristine spring pool. I scan the high stone walls... then notice a single black scale on the ground. I crouc

Part One: Leap of Faith Berk, an island that changed the world lay peacefully in the age of spring. Generations ago, the very fabric of nature was torn and sewn together in a new revolution. Those who were a part of it, the young warriors spoken through the ages now were the rulers of this island bearing children of their own. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third had wed and bore children by Astrid. His eldest son Wulf was a fierce opponent in battle, tying and capturing his first Nadder at age five. He was blonde and fierce, growing out his hair and tying it in a warrior's knot. He never wore a helmet to prove his worth on the battlefield.