A/N: I wrote this chapter mostly overnight so it might be a bit sloppy. Sorry if it is.

As it says in the summary this is my first fanfic. Any constructive criticism is welcome though I would be happy if there isn't any flames.

Also I will be heading overseas for 2-3 weeks in 11 days. I will try to get as much as I can done before I leave so if it is finished before then that would be excellent. If not, then that is why there won't be updates for about a month (unless I get lucky). I have exams next week so it probably won't be finished.

Hope you enjoy...

Disclaimer: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon or any of the characters in that film. That is the property of DreamWorks.

Chapter 1: Events that shouldn't have happened.

"Da da da, we're dead" complains Hiccup as Astrid runs out of the cove, heading back towards the village. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're going" Hiccup asks as Toothless wanders off to the pond.

Toothless' snaps his mouth in the water, grabbing a fish and swallowing it. Hiccup goes over to him and kneels beside him.

"We need to go after her, bud."

Toothless looks at Hiccup with his head tilted. "Do we have too?" he growls. "Why do you think the blonde one is going to change?"

Of course Hiccup doesn't understand Dragonese, instead he just scratches Toothless' scales, making him purr and move closer to comfort his rider, sensing his distress and confusion.

"Then again, if she does tell everyone it'll sound too farfetched and they won't believe it… hopefully" Hiccup dismally adds at the end, sitting down at the water's edge. "I don't know what to do. Should we chase Astrid down and try to convince her, or do we leave now like I planned to do anyway?"

Toothless curls his tail around Hiccup, comforting him and laying his head on Hiccup's lap. "I will stand by you, whatever decision you choose," Toothless purrs, relaxing despite the potential danger for them both.

"Hey Toothless, how 'bout we go fly around Berk?" asks Hiccup. That got a reaction from Toothless, the Night Fury quickly jumps up and looks at Hiccup, eyes wide with excitement whilst flashing his signature gummy-smile.

"I'll take that as a yes" chuckles Hiccup, laughing at the dragon's reaction. "Hopefully the flight can relax me enough to make a decision. And if we choose to leave then it could be our last flight here."

Hiccup explains as he mounts on the saddle before taking off.

Both dragon and rider fly, glide mostly, peacefully around the island of Berk, enjoying the feeling of tranquillity as more time passes. Toothless is completely relaxed, flying through the sky whilst in his element. Hiccup, though enjoying himself, is still troubled by the choice he will need to make. I didn't think it would be so difficult to choose. Not even our flight is making any difference. Suddenly Toothless looks around frantically, suddenly veering into the fog of Helheim's Gate.

Time skip to the duo landing back in Berk (same scene for meeting the Red Death as in the movie, except without Astrid)

Night has fallen as Hiccup and Toothless land in the cove, Hiccup quickly hopping off and contemplating what he just saw.

"So that's why you guys raid us," began Hiccup. "You need to feed that gigantic dragon, or else be eaten yourselves. It acts just like a beehive, with that thing as the Queen." Hiccup is pacing back and forth frantically, still shocked by the sight. "Well, at least I achieved one thing from that flight." Toothless looks curiously at Hiccup, waiting for the decision.

"We will stay. We can't leave now knowing why the dragons are raiding and with that giant dragon so close, explained Hiccup. "Though that means I still need to go to the arena tomorrow," he sighs. "Guess I'll just have to try to convince them all tomorrow that you guys aren't as dangerous they think."

"Today, my boy becomes a Viking." Says Stoick, his loud voice carrying through the entire crowd. "Today, he becomes one of us!"

Cheers erupt as the Vikings get ready for the final exam. Hiccup the Useless will kill the Monstrous Nightmare and be one of the village. Or so they thought. Hiccup knows he cannot and will not kill a dragon, at least not this one. At least it seems like Astrid didn't tell anyone about Toothless, Hiccup thinks. That or no-one believed what she said.

"It's time, Hiccup," Gobber said cheerfully. "Knock them dead." I just hope no-one is actually dead after this, Vikings or dragons, prays Hiccup as he enters he arena, the crowd cheering loudly in support. Hiccup looks at his father Stoick as he takes his seat outside the arena opposite where Hiccup is standing now.

Small time skip to when Toothless is caught by the Vikings

"No, no no no no no!" cries Hiccup as he struggles against Snotlout and the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, holding him back, as Toothless is pinned down onto the cold, hard surface of the arena. "Just please don't hurt him."

Rage is all that anybody can see when they looked at Stoick's face. He is beyond furious at his son, shooting daggers as he glares at him. When he looks at the Night Fury the hate increases. Toothless glares back with an equal will and fury, yet he sees the slightest bit of fear in his eyes, fear of the dragon that would have killed him if not for Hiccup's pleas. "Bring the traitor forward!" bellows Stoick. Spitelout goes over to the three that were holding back Hiccup before grabbing him and placing him roughly in front of Stoick.

"How could you do this to us?!" yelled Stoick. "How could you betray your own people?!"

"My own people –"began Hiccup before a voice he dreaded to hear spoke up.

"I told you," came a voice beautiful to Hiccup, yet it struck him like a blow to the heart as the owner pushed her way forward. "I told you all that Hiccup had befriended a dragon, but you didn't listen to me," Astrid said, looking at the crowd that had gathered in the arena before glaring at Hiccup last.

Hiccup was looking straight down at his feet, close to feeling heartbroken. The love of his life had led the way to his downfall, and he knew that his punishment, however deserving, would be severe. He would most likely be trailed for high treason, but his punishment would be chosen by the Elders and Council. Toothless on the other hand, there was nothing stopping them from killing his best friend right now. There was no way that he could see out of this predicament.

"I'm sorry for not believing you, Astrid," Stoick apologised, quite calmly considering the situation at hand. "You will be rewarded when this is over for your bravery and honesty." Astrid's parents were beaming with pride as this was said. "As for you…" growled Stoick, his anger returning, "You have shamed this village. You have befriended and sided with the enemy. This is an act of high treason."

Hiccup started, "Dad we don't have to kill dragons –"

"LIAR! TRAITOR!" This was shouted in outrage by the crowd, having enough of listening to Hiccup's 'excuses', the memory of the destruction he's done in raids all too clear in their minds.

"SILENCE!" shouted Stoick, the villagers going dead quiet, before addressing Hiccup again. "You sided with the dragons, when they have killed hundreds of us!"

"And we've killed thousands of them!" Hiccup shouted back, surprising everyone. "They're just defending themselves from an even greater threat."

"Why do you keep trying to defend yourself and those devils?"

"They are not devils! If my father would just listen for once –"retorted Hiccup.

"I have no son," said Stoick, sending shockwaves through the crowd. As if in answer, a piercing flash of lightning and a mighty clap of thunder struck. Many people looked up in surprise to see a cluster of storm clouds looming overhead.

"That's strange," said Gobber, "Weren't the skies clear just before the exam?" Many people nodded their heads confused before looking back at the chief, seemingly unconcerned. Most of the Vikings convinced themselves that Thor himself must have come to punish Hiccup personally.

"You will have to await trail in the prison. As for this dragon…" paused Stoick, adding more effect to the situation, not that it needed much more, "… it has done too much damage to the village to warrant keeping it with the others. It will be executed right now."

Cheers erupted from the crowd while Hiccup looked crestfallen. His best friend was going to be killed and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The celebrations were cut short and fear replaced it as lightning began hitting the island, dangerously close to the village outskirts.

"Hiccup, this is your chance to redeem yourself somewhat," continued Stoick, "If you want to have a decent chance of living here for longer, than you must kill the beast."

Hiccup was furious. "WHY WOULD I WANT TO LIVE HERE ANY MORE?! NO ONE HERE CARED FOR ME EXCEPT FOR GOBBER! AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO KILL MY BEST FRIEND? MY ONE TRUE FRIEND?" Hiccup's sudden outburst shocked most of the village, who then looked at the impending storm to find the clouds swirling above them.

"Stoick?" Gobber called, grabbing his attention. "That doesn't look natural," as he points with his hook to the sky. Stoick looks up know and upon seeing the range of the clouds and lightning actually looked scared for a second. What did Hiccup do to get Thor this mad? Thought Stoick ludicrously.

Hiccup, seemingly unfazed by the storm, continued his rant. "YOU SAID IT YOURSELF, STOICK! I AM NOT A DRAGON KILLER AND I NEVER WILL BE! SO WHY WOULD I KILL ONE NOW?!"

"You had your chance. So be it. The dragon will die by my hand." Stoick announced, grabbing the axe offered to him by one of the Vikings.

As Stoick walked up towards Toothless, axe in hand, the heavens unleashed their fury, lightning striking the heart of the town. Buildings were alight with fire as the villagers fled, scared and confused. "Why is Thor made with us?!" they cried, having no understanding for the newborn wrath.

Stoick marched on unfazed, ready to strike the beast down for good. "This ungodly creature has caused too much destruction. Now he will pay for his crimes," flinching only when the arena started to be struck itself.

"I don't think this is what Thor wants Stoick," cried Gobber, desperately trying to get Stoick to stop.

"I don't care, Gobber. I'm going to end this now!" yelled Stoick.

Most of the people in the arena were trying to find a way to shelter themselves from the storm while still trying to be close enough to watch the spectacle. Hiccup just crawled up in a ball near Toothless (who was still being held down), too scared to move because of the storm and wanting to stay by his friend till the end. As Stoick started to raise his axe, everyone's head looked up as the all-too-familiar whistling scream started to cut through the air.

"There's another one?!" cried Stoick, unbelieving. Can this day get any crazier?

His thoughts were answered as the Vikings just noticed a figure riding the dragon as it broke through the clouds heading for the arena. What shocked them was that the rider pointed something to the sky, before lightning struck both him and the dragon. They didn't have long to ponder this though as the dragon, seemingly unharmed, shot a plasma bolt while the rider redirected the lightning, both heading to the arena. Both strikes combined into a powerful energy blast which exploded on contact with the cage overhead, a massive shockwave throwing everyone to the walls except Toothless. The Night Fury reacted quickly when the Vikings pinning him down were thrown off, catching Hiccup and protecting him from harm as they stayed in the centre of the arena.

Those that got to their senses quickly saw the rider jump off the dragon, black as night, and roll as the person stood over Toothless and Hiccup, a sword in hand that was crackling with electricity, light grey blade with an electric blue gem near the in the top of the hilt, shining brightly.

That must be what he, if it is a man, pointed to the storm, thought Hiccup as Toothless started to rise.

The figure's dragon was clinging to the remains of the cage over the centre and, at the nod of its rider, discharged many thunderbolts in a ring around Hiccup, Toothless and the mysterious figure, preventing anyone from getting to them. The person, hooded in a black robe so no-one could see his features, put the 'lightning sword' into his right hand and from his hip drew another sword in his left; this blade was as white as marble with what looked like a silver edge, the shape and make of the blade and hilt was similar to the other one and had a black opal in the hilt, the colours flickering mystically as you watched. But then the person's left hand started glowing in a pale blue light, the sword glowed in the same light, flickering like fire, and the opal looked as though the colours were swimming like Arvendale's Fire.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" shouted Stoick. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT TRAITOR AND THOSE DEVILS?"

"Vikings of Berk…" a male voice came from the figure; soft and calm, yet powerful, freezing everyone in their spots.

Guess that means that he is a man, thought Hiccup. He noticed a third sword across his back, slightly curved in its scabbard with a dark red diamond in the hilt, but that was the least of his concerns. Hiccup was curious as to why the man was protecting him and Toothless.

"Something has happened to change the course of this world," the mystery man continues, incredibly calm considering the anger and tension of the village. "Because of this, the recent events have been tampered with. I am here to show you what should have happened and what will be, if you allow it to happen." He slowly crossed both swords over his head, pointing upwards. The grey blade started sparking furiously with electricity while the white danced as the blue light grew stronger. The same light started swirling around him quickly like a small gale, picking up strength.

"What are you doing?" asked Spitelout, edging closer to the electric field.

"Everything will be explained shortly," replied the figure. "For now, let's just say we're going for a quick trip. NOW BUD!" His dragon fires a plasma bolt straight at the swords at his riders signal. At the same time the lightning and blue light of the swords fuse together, combining with the plasma bolt and swirling light when it makes contact creating a piercing white energy on the blades. The figure, before anyone can react, slams both swords on the floor of the arena, creating a mighty force of energy as the white light envelops the whole island. When the light disappears all the Vikings, along with the dragons of the archipelago, had vanished into thin air, the storm disappearing with the light.

A/N: I wonder who this mysterious person could be ...

For those that were wondering, the blue light on the white sword and swirling around the figure is an aura-like magic/technique (similar to how Lucario uses aura powers on Pokémon). The grey blade can be infused with lightning and the white one can be infused with the aura powers and used in combat, further explanations on how this works can come later. Also both swords (not counting the third sword on the back) are based on the shape and make of Zar'roc (from Eragon), just slightly smaller (reasons explained later).

Also, when Toothless and the other dragons speak they will be in italics with quotation marks to set it apart from the thoughts, though the Vikings won't be able to understand them (for now :))

Finally, if anyone from the G.M.A.D. wants to be part of the story, just PM me.

I will try to get the next chapter up soon. Please be kind with your reviews.

Next Chapter: Entering the Lair.

Bye for now.