What's up Bio-Devil here! With a new story and this time about one of my favorite movies; How to Train Your Dragon. This is my own spin on a Hiccup leaves AU with Hiccup having his own tribe of Dragon Riders.

Now I'm going to rate this M just as a precaution because my main OC WILL brutally kill people. Fun.

Anyway here's the prologue to start off my story, enjoy.

It's been 5 years. 5 years since the dragon raids have suddenly stopped. 5 years since Berk has experienced an actual peaceful time, if not hinted with paranoia. 5 years since the chieftain had become an emotional wreck. And 5 years after their heir's sudden disappearance. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III had vanished 5 years ago without a trace. The village wanted to celebrate, Hiccup the Useless was gone. But the second someone suggested it Stoick the Vast had nearly beaten that person to death. Stoick wanted Hiccup found at any cost and would've gone insane if it wasn't for Gobber and Gothi.

Many Berkians thought Hiccup was killed, either by trying to kill a dragon with his stupid inventions or one of the fires he started burned him to death, but Stoick knew better. Only Gobber and Gothi knew of this, but Hiccup left a note in his room, a note that completely shattered Stoick.

Dear Stoick

I'm leaving Berk. I'm done being treated like dirt because I'm different from everyone else and I'm sick and tired of you trying to change me. I'm sorry that you didn't get the traditional viking son you wanted but I won't apologise for me being me. Don't bother looking for me, you won't find me, and I definitely won't be coming back. Good news for you though, now Snotlout or Scablout can be chief and Berk won't have to worry about this fishbone messing up the tribe anymore.

Goodbye,

Your former heir, Hiccup.

Stoick notice the many tear stains on the note and how he didn't call him father. He showed Gobber and he was speechless. The two lead the search parties all over Berk and to all the nearby islands. Hiccup was nowhere to be found. After showing the note to Gothi she had him call of the search party, saying that Hiccup didn't want to be found. After the funeral ceremony Stoick had become cold, harsh, and violent. The vikings were terrified to even utter his son's name near him, fearing his reaction. It was no secret that Stoick had blamed the villagers for Hiccup's fate, but he blamed himself even more. Stoick had decided to punish himself everyday by refusing to let him forget about Hiccup and how horribly he treated him.

When Stoick wasn't writhing in self guilt and trying to be a proper chief, he was slaughtering dragons. To say Stoick took out his anger and hatred and was an understatement, saying he fended of raids by himself made perfect sense. Gobber was worried that the Chief would get swarmed by dragons as he rushes in or his body would just give out from overuse, but his worries were mute as the dragon raids suddenly stopped. The last attack was when, not one, but two Nightfuries had flown into the tribe and attacked the Academy, destroying the cages and freeing all of the captured dragons. But strangely, instead of attacking they just left. There were no attacks since, and Stoick hasn't left his house other than for really important chieftain duties and to sit near the marker that represented Hiccup's grave. But one fateful day gave the chief a new purpose in life.

That day, the Berkians were repairing the damages done to their villages after a large storm, but they were interrupted by Mulch and Bucket dragging a man into the middle of the village.

"What's going on here?" Spitelout asked as everyone, except Stoick, had gathered around the stranger. Since Stoick had became a recluse he was stand-in chief until one of his sons were able to take over. Since neither of them had received chieftain training it was fair game for either of them to take the role of chieftain. He looked at the man they had dragged into town. He was wearing strange leather clothing with what seems to be a pale golden armor on his left arm. His head was covered by a tan cloth hood that seemed to have just been added to his attire. Bucket pulled down the hood to reveal a young man with snow white hair. The Vikings gasps and drew their swords as the man began to stir and rise.

"Where am I?" he asked, his voice carried an accent similar to Trader Johann's. His eyes were red as fresh blood, and that only increased the vikings worry.

"Get back Demon!" Spitelout commanded swinging his sword at the "Demon". He blocked with his armor and Spitelout's sword broke in two.

"Back off ya moron!" he barked. He took a sudden step forward scaring everyone back. "I'm no demon," he added, clearly annoyed with them. "I just want to know where I am."

"Yer on Berk," Gobber said trying to steer this confrontation towards civility. The Demon's face fell looking at Gobber with a sense of horror in his eyes.

"Berk? I'm on fucking Berk! Oh, that's just great!" He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned loudly enraging everyone.

"You have something against Berk?" Spitelout asked hostile. The Demon was unimpressed.

"No, not Berk in particular, I personally think it has lovely scenery. Too bad about the pests though."

"Actually there hasn't been a Dragon Attack in a long time," Fishlegs stated with a smile.

"Wasn't talking about them," The demon replied with a mean smirk. That wasn't smart, everyone now drew their weapons ready to murder the demon on Spitelout's words.

"You have some nerve," Spitelout began pointing a new sword at the unwavering demon man. "Coming to our home just to insult us!"

"I didn't come here," he said in another annoyed tone. "I got caught in a storm and I woke in the middle of town."

"It's true," Bucket spoke out. "We found him washed up on the beach and he had these strange weapons." Bucket and Mulch held two swords with curved and very thin blades, and a curved metal stick. The demon looked at the weapons with wide eyes and quickly patted the empty holsters on his sides

"Give me those back!" he bellowed before swiping his weapons. He placed the two extremely thin swords at his sides and placed the metal stick in a holster on his chest.

"What kind of a sorry excuse for swords are those?" Snotlout asked aloud gesturing to his weapons.

"Their called Rapiers," the demon replied, his annoyance was getting even stronger. "Their made for sword fighters who focus on being quick and deadly, I wouldn't expect a viking to know about that." The way he said vikings was like the way the Berkians would say dragons. Spitelout had enough of his insults and charged at the demon. He only smiled evilly and grabbed his sword as he swung, stopping it in mid swing. Before Spitelout could even be surprised, the demon pulled him closer using his sword and grabbed his neck. Everyone gasped as the demon effortlessly lifted the man of the ground.

"I ain't looking for a fight," the demon said, still wearing that evil grin. "But if you want one…*chuckle*...well, let's just say that wouldn't be smart." The demon dropped Spitelout and watched disappointedly as he began coughing for air. "Then again the smart way really ain't for you knuckledraggers, am I right?" The Berkians growled and started stalking toward the demon who still didn't show any fear. "You're only proving my point."

"Well, you can't expect to insult someone's home and heritage and get away with it," Gobber said hiding his irritation well. "Especially since you know nothing about us."

"Actually one of your own told me all about this place," the demon replied. Everyone went quiet in confusion. "His exact words were "Ever heard of Berk? It's twelve days north of Hopeless, a few degrees south of Freezing to Death, and full of the most prejudice and moronic brutes imaginable, with heads as thick as rocks." He definitely wasn't fond of this place and you thugs yet he was born here. Is that how you treat all your neighbors?" Everyone was muttering among themselves, what kind of Berkian would ever speak ill of their beloved home. Gobber knew, and he nearly had a heart attack because of the revelation.

"Who told you that?" Gobber asked stepping in front of him. The demon stepped away and looked at Gobber with resentment and accusation.

"What's with the sudden interest? From what he told me it sounded like you lot could care less about him."

"Was he scrawny, had reddish brown hair, and green eyes?" Gobber asked ignoring the sudden pain in his heart.

"He's scrawny compared to you savages, yeah, but that's not the word I'd used. More like thin, or maybe lithe. But yeah, same guy." Without another word Gobber grabbed the demon's arm and took to Stoick's house. The demon would've protested but he was interested into what this would lead to. When they reached the official chieftain's house Gobber banged on the door loudly. Stoick answered the door quickly, he looked horrible, he had pale skin and his beard was full of grey patches.

"What is it, Gobber?" Stoick asked concerned, ready to put on his chief persona for the good of the tribe.

"We found this stranger on the beach!" Gobber said motioning to the demon next to him. "He said he knows Hiccup!" Stoick froze for a mere second before ushering the two inside. They sat at the table and Stoick looked at the demon intently, eyes filled to the brim with desperation.

"Please, Demon," he began. "Tell me everything you know about Hiccup…"

"For the last damn time, I'm not a Demon!" he yelled outraged. Stoick wanted to yell back at him and just have him talk about Hiccup but angering him could mean he would withhold the information. Stoick simply huffed, apologised, and asked for his name. "You can call me Silver," he replied in a calmer manner. "But, I really don't have much to tell you."

"Anything you have on Hiccup will help…"

"Really? Does that mean you'll be willing to compensate me for it?"

"What do you want?" Stoick grumbled with a glare towards Silver.

"A boat. Don't care if it's big and luxurious I just want something that'll get me of this island. Despite the "unique" hospitality, I got places I need to be."

"Fine, tell me what you know about Hiccup, and I'll help you get off Berk." Would've done that either way, Gobber thought. We really don't need this Silver lad on Berk for any longer.

"*Sigh*...Where do I start...There's this island called Summa. There's a market town there made for traders, travelers, you know, people who moved around a lot. I was in this shithole of a pub called "Drifter's Pinte" just drinking while waiting for this thug I was hired to kill to show up."

"What does this have to do with Hiccup?" Stoick asked, not surprised in the slightest that Silver is a hired assassin.

"I'm getting to that! Anyway, I finally find him, he was bothering some thin guy that was eating alone, minding his own business. Yes, that was Hiccup, don't interrupt. Now while he was bothering Hiccup I strolled over and shot him in the face…"

""Shot him in the face'?" Gobber repeated puzzled. Silver shot an annoyed stare at Gobber as he took out his metal stick and pointed the straight end to the ceiling. Next thing they knew the stick spat of a flash of fire and smoke that somehow created a hole in the ceiling with a loud bang. Stoick and Gobber jumped back as Silver place the stick back in it's holster.

"What sort of witchcraft was that?!" Stoick asked in a panicked tone.

"It's not magic it's a firearm. It's like a bow and arrow instead they're less stealthy and they shoot out small pieces of lead that have been the cause of many amputations back home...I could go on and on about them but let's just stick with what I know about Hiccup so I can leave here as soon as possible."

"No arguments here…" Gobber replied as he inspected the new whole in the ceiling.

"Good, now where was I…?"

"You 'shot a man in the face'."

"Oh, right, right. Now after I deal with the mess I made I buy Hiccup a drink so there were no hard feelings. The blood had ruined his meal, ya see. Then we got to talking, it started out small, with questions like "what brings you here", and "where ya headed after this". And somehow that ended up with us telling each other our life stories, which happened to be...very similar…"

"And?" Stoick asked literally on the edge of his seat.

"And that's it, the next day we went our separate ways. Never saw him again."

"You can't be serious!"

"I told you it wasn't much!"

"You said you asked Hiccup where he was going," Gobber stated. "What did he say?"

"He said he was hopping from island to island trying to find a place to call home. There were plenty of islands nearby Summa and that little story I told you happened a couple years ago, so who knows where he is. Hell, for all I know, he could be dead." But Stoick's hope was still rekindled, his son was alive! He just had to be...

Stoick and Gobber took Silver to the docks where he was readying a small boat to leave.

"You sure you don't want some supplies or anything?" Gobber asked, little concerned that he was just taking the boat.

"I'll manage," he replied simply as he began untying the ropes that held it to the dock.

"Before you go," Stoick began. "Can you tell me where Summa is?" Silver said nothing but tossed Stoick a roll of paper.

"That's my old map of the area around Summa," he said as he got into his boat and unattached it from the dock. "You should be able to find which island on their is closest to Berk with it. But the main problem is, even if you find your son, I doubt he'll want to come back."

"I never said Hiccup was my son…" Stoick said looking Silver suspiciously.

"Why else would you be so desperate to find him?" Silver's boat drifted off to sea and he sailed away from sight. Stoick gave the map to Gobber for him to look over.

"I think I've heard of one of these islands," he said. "It's not exactly close but it shouldn't be more than a 4 day trip."

"Then get a ship prepared Gobber," Stoick said sternly. "We leave for Summa as soon as possible."

"Stoick, wait. I-I know how much you miss Hiccup, I miss him, too. But this is a long shot, and even if it does somehow lead us to him...You heard what Silver said, he may not come back."

"I know that! ...I-I just have to see him again…" Stoick looked at Gobber with sad and weak eyes. "At least to tell him I'm sorry…"

Silver waited until he couldn't even see Berk anymore to let out a large dragon like howl. He waited for a few minutes before a dragon with midnight black scales dropped onto the boat. Others would cower at the sight of the "Unholy offspring of Lightning and Death itself" but Silver smiled happily and knelt down to the dragon.

"Hey, girl," Silver said softly as he scratched under the dragon's chin making her purr in delight. "I've missed ya. Now let's go home, the others are probably starting to worry." The dragon nodded in agreement and Silver hopped onto her saddle and they took off, but not before setting fire to the boat the Berkians begrudgingly gave him. The duo flew far away from Berk until they hit a large cloud of mist. Still they flew through it until they came across a huge wall of ice shaped like a large snake-like dragon. Silver and his dragon flew over it to find a beautiful village full of dragons and humans alike. The villagers saw Silver's descent and cheered happily knowing he's returned safely.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Silver said to the crowd. "I'm grateful for the hero's welcome and all but come on! Did you really think I died out there? Me? Your resident Demon?" Everyone laughed at this and Silver's Nightfury grew a small smirk.

"You can't blame them for getting worried," someone spoke up. "You disappeared without a trace." Silver turned around and saw a lithe young man with auburn hair and emeralds for eyes. He also had a Nightfury by his side and he was more than happy to see his mate again.

"Nice to see ya, too, Hiccup," Silver replied with a fake sneer.

"Am I supposed to say likewise?" Hiccup asked smugly. Silver threw his arm around his neck for a playful headlock. But he quickly stopped as the two boys watch their dragons play with each other. Hiccup's Nightfury kept trying to pounce Silver's but she kept jumping out the way and then giving him a teasing wiggly before she jumped away from him.

"Ah, come on Ebony," Silver said to his dragon. "Throw Toothless a bone." Ebony rolled her eyes and after another jump she pranced up to Toothless and rubbed the top of her head under his neck causing the big black "scary" dragon to nearly faint. Hiccup, Silver, and the other onlookers began laughing hysterically. Just another perfect day in the Dragon Rider Tribe.

And there you have it, the beginning to another story of mine. Another piece of work I have on my plate... but I won't complain!

I have works for the Next X and the Force Dragon Slayer being nurtured at the moment so expect them to be updated soon-ish.

Also just in case no one got the memo I actually posted one of my original works on FictionPress, under the same name of course. For those of you sick of me saying I'm working on original work you can now view one of them on FictionPress. The story is called Noir and it is my first original work I've posted to the public so I am nervous as hell for the feedback.

Anyway see you next time!