A/N: Okay, so for those of you that don't know me, I am Thorongil82, Rider of the Shock Fury Storm, Guardian of Wisdom, Epic Archer and Sorcerer, member of the G.M.A.D. For those of you who do know me, I am still Thorongil82, Rider of the Shock Fury Storm, Guardian of Wisdom, Epic Archer and Sorcerer, member of the G.M.A.D. (gods, I've always liked doing that since I heard my dad say it)

As you can tell, this story will have nothing to do with the G.M.A.D., it is in fact a new story for me. Well ... I say new. This was actually done first by Incinerator1, before they abruptly and, dare I say, annoyingly discontinued it with a, shall we say, inexplicable excuse and made a rewrite which, I believe, nowhere nearly meets the standard set by this version. Fortunately, with their permission, I have been allowed to take their original version over and I hope to do it the justice it deserves. And yes, I do know it is somewhat controversial to take a shot at the person that is letting you use their idea, but I just needed to get that off my mind.

I'm fairly certain that most of you will be thinking that this has something to do with Skyrim, I'll tell you all know that you would be wrong.

So, the first eight chapters are going to be so very similar to Incinerator's version, with some added parts and a lot of rephrasing to suit my style.

Now, without further ado, here is the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, the characters associated with the franchise. Those are the property of DreamWorks and Cressida Cowell. I also do not own the OC's or the story itself, that honour goes to Incinerator1.

Chapter 1: Disappearance.

"HICCUP! HICCUP!"

If you were to be on the island of Berk at this moment, an island filled with some of the strongest, toughest and stubbornest Vikings of their age, then you would be able to hear this scream across the entire village. Everything in Berk would be normal, a typical day for the inhabitants, if it wasn't for the constant raids from the Dragons that live on an island hidden by the thick fog of Helheim's Gate.

The other peculiarity was that today was the final exam for the winner of this year's Dragon Training, which would be starring the Chief's son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. The fact that his performance against the dragons spiralled to unbelievable heights, ending up with him being chosen to fight the Monstrous Nightmare, had shocked the entire village. Especially a young, beautiful, but currently angry, blonde haired girl who is currently searching the village for the seemingly missing boy.

"HICCUP!" the blonde girl, Astrid, screamed again, storming up the hill to the house of one of the greatest chiefs in Berk's history, Stoick the Vast.

"HICCUP! IF YOU DON'T GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW, I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND DRAG YOU DOWN TO THE ARENA BY YOUR EAR!" threatened the obviously pissed off Astrid. She still hadn't gotten over her frustration of Hiccup beating her in Dragon Training.

After a moment of silence, Astrid yells at the boy thought to be hiding in the house.

"HURRY UP! THE WHOLE VILLAGE HAS BEEN WAITING THE LAST TWO HOURS FOR YOU TO TURN UP!" she yells, waiting for a response. When there is none, she screams out loud in frustration.

"HURRY UP AND GET DOWN THERE SO YOU CAN KILL THAT ACCURSED DRAGON FOR YOUR INNITIATION!"

When another fairly long silence spans after her rant, she stomps up and, with lots of strength for someone her age, kicks open the door. In her rage the thought that it was the chief's house that she was forcing her way into didn't cross her mind.

"Hiccup?!" she cries as she strides into the empty living room, the fire pit in the centre cold and unlit.

After looking under and behind all the furniture and in all the nooks and crannies downstairs, Astrid convinced herself that the auburn haired boy wasn't downstairs and walked up the steps, making her way to his room.

'Where else could he be hiding?' she thought to herself.

Reaching his bedroom door, she proceeded to the same approach that she took with the front door. She gave a mighty kick and stormed into the room, only to find it devoid of any presence of Hiccup.

"Hiccup? Where are you?" she asks to the empty room.

Scanning around for any sign of where he could've gone, her eyes fall upon his work desk. The top of the desk and the wall above was cluttered with lots of sketches of inventions, built and unbuilt, people and dragons. Most of the dragon sketches were of a type that she couldn't recognise.

'Wow. Hiccup can really draw,' she realises as her gaze lingers on each parchment.

One of the sketches catches her eyes, which she picks up curiously. She takes a small gasp as she recognises that the drawing is of her, looking incredibly stunning. Her features are drawn to perfection, eyes sparkling and a captivating smile gracing her face. In the bottom corner in what Astrid recognises is Hiccup's handwriting is, Astrid, a true Valkyrie.

"Hiccup …" she whispers, unsure of what this means.

Putting the drawing down carefully, her attention is then grasped by the folded piece of parchment next to a closed notebook.

'What's this?' she wonders as she looks at the name on top of the parchment.

'This is addressed to Stoick … Wait! This … this is from Hiccup!'

Astrid hastily unfolds the paper and begins reading the revealed-to-be letter from Hiccup, concern and worry taking the place of the anger she was feeling moments before.

Dear Dad,

If you have seen this, then you have noticed that I am missing. By the time you have read this, I will be long gone. Please listen to my plea, do not search for me. I have gone on my own to the nest on Dragon Island.

"Hiccup is on Dragon Island?!"Astrid exclaims, full of fear for Hiccup. Through her shock and fear for the one she hated just yesterday, she continues reading.

Well … not alone. Just listen to my explanation, every ounce of it is true. No matter how shocked, angry or however else you feel as you read this, please don't stop reading until you reach the end. 'Why have I left?' you may be wondering. Do you still remember that night when I claimed to have shot down a Night Fury? Well, I found that same Night Fury tangled up in the bola that I shot at him, deep in the forest. Yes, I, Hiccup the Useless, the Failure, the Disappointment, was the first Viking in history to bring down a Night Fury.

"What?! Hiccup actually shot down the Night Fury?!" Astrid exclaims, completely awe-struck with his accomplishment. Her expression drops to sadness as she remembers everyone's reaction.

"No one believed him, not a single person," she sighs sadly. "Oh, Hiccup … I'm sorry for not believing you. You're not any of those things …"

Again, with the mixture of shock, fear and now awe, she continues reading.

I looked on the body of the Night Fury and looked over his face, comprehending what I had done. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, looking at me and struggling slightly against the ropes. I was scared and did what any sensible Viking would do, I grabbed my dagger and prepared to cut out the dragon's heart and present it to you, showing everyone that I was a dragon slayer like all of you. But just as I was about to perform the deed, I looked into his eyes. He was scared, just like I was. You could see the intense fear with the unavoidable death standing in front of him, in my form. I looked at him and I saw myself. So I did what any insane Viking would do. I cut him loose.

When he was freed he pounced on me, pinning me to the ground. I then felt like MY imminent death was upon me, until he screeched at me and let me go. After the first training session, I followed where he went and found him stuck in a cove. 'How was he stuck?' you must be wondering. He couldn't get out because, as I soon found out, his left tailfin had been shot off by my bola, rendering him unable to fly. It was then that he noticed me.

After that encounter, I started to gain the dragon's trust, eventually naming him Toothless, on account of him having no teeth when I first got a good look at it. If you must know, he has retractable teeth. I then started spending more time with him, also making a tailfin so he could fly and a saddle so that I could ride him. After a few failed unsuccessful attempts, we managed to get airborne, with me on his back on account that someone needed to be controlling the tailfin that I had made so that flight could be achieved. By spending time with Toothless I was able to identify the strengths and weaknesses of the dragons, which I was able to test in Dragon Training. All the new information that I was able to find out is written in the notebook next to this letter, the pressure point under their necks, their unexplainable attraction to the sun's light reflected off of metal, a plant that sends them into a soothing peace which I have named 'Dragon Nip', and their natural fear of eels. I hope that you use this information wisely and not for the destruction of the dragons.

"Why would you give us this information if you don't want it to be used?" Astrid asked, though more to voice her question than anything else.

Although there are many tradition-defying, and I will admit, somewhat treacherous to you all, acts that are listed here, none of them are the reason that I have left. During one of my flights on Toothless, he started acting weird before, without warning, flying into the depths of Helheim's Gate. As the mist engulfed us, I noticed that there were other dragons flying towards the same location, Dragon Island. I first thought that they were bringing together their entire kill to feast upon, until they started to dump it all down into a large, deep, smoky hole lit eerily by the magma below. I was discombobulated by this strange act. That is, until a Gronckle offered up a miniscule fish that it regurgitated. After hearing the fish hit the bottom of the pit, a loud growl emanated from the abyss. Before I knew it, a gargantuan dragon head lunged forth from the smoke and ate the Gronckle whole, one single bite. I was shocked, until it noticed me, then I feared for our lives. It was a narrow escape, but we managed to get free. When we landed in the cove, I realised that the dragons don't attack us willingly; they are forced to by this monster. They are not what we think they are.

So I have gone to fight the giant dragon, in which I may never return. Do not follow me. The usual methods we have will not work against this one. If anything should happen to me, then Dad, despite the arguments and disagreements we have, you are the best and I love you. Gobber, I hid your beer drinking hand under your bed, thank you for being there for me. And, Astrid … I love you.

Hiccup

Astrid has never been as shocked in her entire life combined than she does right now.

"H-H … He loves me?!" Astrid gasps, staggering back a couple of steps and tripping onto Hiccup's bed. Her heart feels like a thousand knives are tearing at it, tears forming in her eyes.

Shaking her head to rid herself of the tears threatening her eyes, she quickly refolds the note up. Grabbing the notebook Hiccup has provided, she rushes back to the arena, pushing her way through the crowd of Vikings to reach Stoick, the news of his son's disappearance weighing heavy on her heart.

"Where is my son?!" he bellows at the crowd, not noticing Astrid's return.

"I … I think he's on Dragon Island," Astrid timidly replied, feeling scared and sad with her eyes glistening with tears.

"What?" Stoick exclaims hoarsely, his strong voice failing him.

"He … he left th-this," Astrid says, handing the letter and notebook to the chief as she struggles to keep it together. Her own voice is threatening to break on her.

Stoick snatches both items from her, opening the letter as he starts to read Hiccup's account. Many emotions can be seen flickering across his face. Confusion, shock, joy, disbelief, anger, fear, sadness, all these show on his usually stern but warm face, most more than once. When he is finished, the note falls limply to his side, and all he can feel is sadness and fear for his son.

"What is it, Stoick?" Gobber asks, concerned about what could have gotten the incredibly, well … stoic, man to go into a massive slump.

"He's gone," Stoick whispers hoarsely, tears springing to his eyes as he falls to his knees. "Hiccup is gone."

His declaration travels across the crowd in a wave, passed on by those who had managed to hear the distraught chief. Soon the entire village knew of Hiccup's disappearance and were saddened by the loss, none more so than Astrid and Stoick.

Dragon Island: Battle of Hiccup and Toothless vs The Red Death

Hiccup and Toothless slice through the air like a knife, the Red Death following closely behind with small holes in its wings from Toothless' plasma blasts.

"Wait for it …" Hiccup says as he and Toothless hurtle towards the ground, the Red Death snapping at the Night Fury's tail.

"Wait for it …" he says again, closing his eyes as the Red Death opens its mouth, the gases building up in the insides of the dragon. Hiccup listens to the sound of the building gas, waiting for the opportune moment.

"NOW!" he shouts, flipping Toothless over so they both could face the gargantuan dragon.

The Red Death widens its mouth, ready to ignite the gas. Just before it can, Toothless quickly fires a plasma blast into its mouth. The Red Death swallows the powerful shot, the flame igniting the gases within, creating a sudden inferno inside the dragon. Hiccup and Toothless flip around again before pulling out of the descent of the massive dragon. The Red Death slams into the base of the volcano, creating a giant, intense explosion. Hiccup and Toothless zigzag between the spikes of the giant, the burnt artificial fin flapping uselessly with each swerve. It comes loose just as the large bludgeon-like tail looms above the duo.

"No … No!" Hiccup cries as they collide with the weapon, knocking Hiccup unconscious and sending him out of his saddle. Toothless roars in desperation as he loses control, before righting himself and flapping after his rider, his best friend.

Both fall towards the ground, becoming engulfed in the inferno rising from the exploding dragon.

A/N: It's an exploding inplosion! (If anyone gets that reference then you will receive a years supply of internet cookies) What will happen? You'll have to stick around to find out.

Now, if you don't know, I do have another story called 'HTTYD: Watching the Movie'. It is, as the name suggests, a 'Watching the Movie' fic, however there is a narrative aspect to it as well as I am using the rarely used distortion plot in these sorts of fics to set up a G.M.A.D. story, or even a series. Depends on how well it is received. It will give you all a fair idea as to how I like to write, so feel free to check it out. And for those that are patiently, or impatiently, waiting for the next chapter of that story, I am currently working on it now. It will hopefully be up soon. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days. I will not set a specific time as the last time I did that, I was behind by a week.

I am also a beta-reader and am currently helping three writers, Half-Blood Hades (The Loss Of A World), finalhour300 (Soulless Knight) and The Writer Es (A Different Path). Feel free to check them out, and also let me know if you would like my help.

Please review and favourite the story if you like it, constructive criticism is most welcome. Though I certainly hope that you all know the difference between constructive criticism and flames. I certainly do.

Next chapter: Return

Until next time,

Thor.