I DO NOT own anything to do with "How to Train your Dragon."**Mulit-chapter w/ Warning ahead. :3 All comments/reviews accepted.

WARNING: This is a dark story w/ incest, abuse, rape, and eventually character death.

Opeing in **'Stoick the Vast P.O.V.'*** F.Y.I. -Gobber speaks in broken speech, so some spelling is "wrong" on purpose. Please review.

Its was late in the night. Cold. The weather was horrid. Rain pouring daily and the black clouds causing the village of Berk to be in nearly constant darkness. The torches used to light the night had been fastened with a metal cover to keep the rain away and the flames going.

With in the Mead Hall several viking men were sat about talking and drinking. 'Stoick the Vast' and 'Gobber the Belch' were the drunkest of all and the loudest. The men sat in a heated discussion over one of the smallest vikings in Berk. Stoick's son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Though through-out most of Hiccups life he was know as 'Hiccup the Useless.' The name was giving out my his unrulely cousin, Snotlout.

Hiccup was the most clumsiest, smallest, weakest viking in Berk. Everything he seem to do would lead to disaster. He was what some called "cute," but in Berk, being cute was not something to smile about. Vikings were men with lots of hair, strong, and had a horrid smell...apparently. ...Anyway...These were the things Stoick and Gobber were speaking about, though they were very drunk at this point.

"But you don't get it Gobber! The boy is a walking diasater! Everything he touches breaks. The boy can barely lift a sword." Stoick spoke in anger. "Give em time Stoick. I'm sure tha boy will grow up to be a fine viking." Stoick interrupted the man with the inner-changerable hand. "No Gobber. I mean it. You don't see the way he is like I do." "And what way might that be, ah Stoick? I've been working wit the boy in the forge for nearly a year and half now. He knows his way around. He may not be able to lift a sword, but oh he can sure meld one no problem." Gobber spoke with pride. Hiccup really was a great forge smith.

Stoick mearly shook his head. He was being to get a really bad headache. He knew he was quite drunk and his vision blurring. He could barely keep up with what he was even talking about in the first place. The giant viking decide it was time to head home. With a few pardons to Gobber and the other vikings stilling chugging their drinks, he headed home.

Stoick was dripping wet as he entered his home. Slightly surprised at what he found. A pleasant warmth coming from the fire place, a fresh plate of cooked mackerel, and a nice bundle of furs and skins sitting in his arm chair that was seated before the fire place. A slight smile graced Stoicks drunken face. Hiccup may be a bad viking, but he was an amazing son. From time to time.

After eating the still fresh cooked fish Stoick made his way over to the chair to warm himself before he decide to head to bed. Along the way he stumbled badly and bumped hard into the chair. A loud "yelp" was heard from beneath the furs placed in the chair. It was Hiccup. He had more than likely been waiting up for his dad and fallen asleep.

WARNING AHEAD: Rape and Abuse - Incest -

"Hicc-hic-Hiccup? Wha-what arrre you still upps for?" Stoick was still quite drunk and his words were slurring. Hiccup looked up at his dad. A small smile gracing his lips. "Oh, um, hey, ah, dad. I was just waiting up for you. I knew you were, aaah, at the Hall with Gobber...drinking... and thought you might want something to eat to help your stomach. haa ha." Hiccup looked to the floor. He had meant to head to his room when he heard his dad coming, but had fallen asleep due to the comfort of the chair and the warm furs he had set out for his father. His father could be a bad drunk from time to time.

His father just stared down at him and Hiccup was beginning to get flustered under his fathers eyes, so he made a move to stand only to be swiftly pushed back down. Hiccup looked from the strong hand keeping him seated to his father. His brows knotting in confusion. The look in his dad's eyes caused shiver to shoot through Hiccup's small body. It scared him. Alot.

"Uuuh dad?" Silence meet Hiccup's question. The grip Stoick had on his son's shoulder tighten and Hiccup began to whimper from the pain. In one swift motion, Stoick threw the furs, Hiccup had previously been wrapped in, to the floor. Hiccup was left sitting in the chair in only his gown. (you know that long dress like thing everyone used to sleep in way back before pjs)

"You should be asleep Hiccup." His voice stern and laced with something Hiccup couldn't tell. His breath smelled bad with alcohol. "I was just.." A Large hand came over Hiccups mouth stopping him from completing his sentence. Hiccup was jerked up from the chair by his neck and thrown down upon the furs his father careless had yanked off him earlier. He landed hard on the left side of his body.

Hiccup glanced up to his father, shaking noticeably. Stoick was looming over the smaller body. His eyes and mind blurring greatly. The boy under him was scared, but not fighting. He reached down and Hiccup flinched away. He gripped the callor of the gown and pulled..no..ripped. From the callor to mid-way of his stomach. Small hands gripped at larger ones. "Dad, what are you.." A loud smack was the interrupter of this sentence now.

Before Hiccup could outta a word a cloth was shoved in his mouth, but he was screaming reguardless. Strong hands ripped the reminder of the gown open. Hiccup stilled with fear and awareness. His legs thurst open. Hiccups eyes shot to his fathers only to have his forced away to stare at the chair beside them.

It started as burn and turn into a horrible stabbing pain. The smaller boy shut his eyes as tight as he could. The pain was coming faster and faster, but the burn was subsiding. He was bleeding and badly. He could feel a wetness running up his back. His lower half was going numb, but he could still feel himself being pounded into.

The screaming that was muffled by the cloth deep in his mouth was loud and clear in Hiccups head. He had no thoughts, just screaming. As the pain over took his body and mind, Hiccup slipped into a dreamless world and the darkness consumed him. Just before he was lost to the pain he felt a warmness feeling his body.

'Disgusting.'

Wow...That's alittle F**ked up and I wrote it. More to come in chapter two. Weather you enjoyed this or hated it, please review. -F.Y.I.- I actually have a plot unfolding here, so please, if you disliked or loved it, contiue reading to understand the Whats, Whys, & Whos of this little story. :3