A/N: I'm going to warn you guys right now this is a DEATH FIC. A lot of characters in this story die and in some very brutal ways so be warned from Chapter 11 till the end. If character Deaths bother you, then do not read this story. I should also say that the characters in this story are 18 years old, just thought I should put that out there. So take the first movie but have it happening three years later.

Hiccup's POV

Two months, two months had passed since I defeated the Red Death, lost my left foot, stopped the dragon war and brought peace to Berk and the entire Archipelago. I thought I had everything I could ever want, I was finally accepted into the tribe people were starting to like me and acknowledge my existence as more than just Hiccup the Useless but the more and more people were talking to me complimenting me on my ideas, and my skills as a black smith and as a dragon trainer, yet all I could feel was anger, bitterness and contempt for these people.

All it took was me almost dying for them to finally see that the ideas that I had before the dragons were not useless that I could contribute to village as a blacksmith if they had only just listened! The worst of them were all the teens my age, Snotlout, Ruff and Tuff, Fishlegs, Astrid.

Astrid was the worst one of the bunch even worse I say than my own father she kept cozying up to me, hugging me, kissing me and saying sweet things to me spending time around me would actually give me the time of day if I asked, but the worst the thing oh ho the worst thing she always did was say to me "Hiccup I never knew you could do all of these things, I never you could draw or create tools and weapons like this."

She would always say that when I came up with a new idea or finished sharpening a weapon and it angered me. I tried to hold it in, hold it so I wouldn't blow up but it was getting increasingly difficult as everyone was starting to act to like Astrid as far as giving me compliments and praising me and I was getting more and more angry.

I didn't want to have all these feelings of anger towards everyone least of all Astrid because in truth this is what I wanted to be loved, accepted, wanted I had it all people were even calling me The Pride of Berk! It felt like they were pitying me that they were trying to make up for a lifetime of giving me utter hell and from what I gathered for no good fucking reason! They weren't sorry they just felt guilty, guilty for always treating me worse than a slave, worse than a dog, they thought I would forget and forgive so easily but after a life time of cruelty no after all that time something inside of me snapped and I had, had enough.