OKAY I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A SHOUTOUT TO LaurenJr FOR HER AWESOMNESS CAUSE IT WASN'T UNTIL I READ HER STORY ABOUT THE CHARACTER WATCHING THE MOVIE THAT I LOOKED THROUGH THE FANDOM AND FOUND THAT THERE ACTUALLY WASN'T A SINGLE OTHER FANFIC ABOUT THE CHARACTERS WATCHING THE MOVIE. HER BRILLIANT WRITING INSPIRED ME TO TRY AND ATTEMPT IT MYSELF AND THEN I REALISED… HEY! BARELY ANYONE WRITES ABOUT CHARACTERS WATCHING MOVIES/TV SHOWS SO THE CURRENT PROJECT I'M WORKING ON IS A SERIES OF MULTI CHAPTER FICS THAT ARE ABOUT THE CHARACTERS OF SAID MOVIE/TV SHOW GATHERING TOGETHER OR BEING FORCED TOGETHER TO WATCH THEMSELVES ACT IT OUT.

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'Dragon Speaking'
Everything in the movie

Hiccup paused, examining the items that he had packed into the basket. He added a few more keep safes from his childhood then placed his sketchbooks on the very tip of the pile and closed the top, making sure that the clasp was firmly in place before turning and moving towards his closet, pulling out the complex pieces of leather bound together that helped him to fly before donning what he had dubbed his flight suit. He took one last look around the place that had been his sanctuary since childhood, picked up the basket and exited the room. He could see his dad out of the window down by the docks, shouting orders at the Vikings who were unloading a vast amount of cargo onto the wooden barrows used to cart the stuff from their stores. He sighed and took one last look at the man who raised him… sort of. "Bye Dad, I know you probably won't miss me once you figure out the reason that I'm leaving. That's okay though, I mean, I got used to you being disappointed in me, this time I just won't be around to be ridiculed for it," he closed his eyes and turned his head away, clomping quietly down the stairs.

He left the note he had written on his father's axe that rested on the table, certain the beefy warrior would see it when he finally came back to the house. Hiccup turned on his heel and headed for the back of the house towards the back door, if he went through the front he would be surrounded by villagers all asking how he went from being Hiccup the Useless to Hiccup the Dragon Tamer, he didn't think he could handle that. Why did the village elder have to choose him anyway? He didn't want to kill the dragon, all he wanted was peace between the dragons and the humans but after what he had seen on his first flight, the horrible monster in the nest that forced the dragons to do their bidding, he didn't think that could ever happen. Just as he reached the back door a brilliant flash filled the village and every single person vanished including Astrid who had been sneaking away to finally catch Hiccup red handed with whatever he was doing.

A loud crack filled a nest far of the shores of the island and a great beast roared as her servants were taken from her, vanishing into thin air. First her only night fury had disappeared only to reappear with a small human then go again and now a power greater than hers had stolen those that had fed her hunger and appeased her temper. The Vikings of Berk flashed into a huge cavern, each being dumped on the floor in a huge mass heap except Hiccup who was set down carefully apart from the rest so he was hidden in the shadows away from prying eyes. "WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED! WHO DID THIS! I STOICK THE VAST CHIEF OF THE HAIRY HOLIGANS DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW YOURSELF AT ONCE AND DECLARE YOUR PURPOSE!" Stoick bellowed but it was less intimidating then he hoped due to the fact that he was currently sprawled on the floor under half of the village.

Hiccup sniggered and the villagers glanced over at him in surprise while Stoick glared at him with his eyebrows raised. "What? Your lying on the ground after a powerful force just transferred you, me and the entire village into a cavern in the middle of who knows where and even when buried under half the village… you have my condolences by the way, I'm not certain you'll ever see the light of day again with them on you. Where was I… oh yes, even buried under half the village your still bellowing about your own self-importance and demanding to know who said higher power is. If I were you I would keep my mouth shut and the threats to a standstill until I knew whether or not this "power" actually means to do us harm or not." Hiccup finished his rant without having once raised his voice or having made his temper known saying the entire speech with a moderate level of calm.

"Thank you young Hiccup, it has been a while since one so young has defended our honour. We are the Fates or the Sisters Three. Clotho spins the threads of life, Lachesis measures the threads of life and Atropos cuts the threads of life. We do not control nor do we command destiny we can only see that it is brought to fruition however we have grown weary of the way our great heroes have been treated through the centuries and as we are endless we have looked back through the times to right the wrongs that have been done. Your destinies must still play out but after what we show you will come to be we shall allow you to rethread the loom of your destiny. Be honoured young one for we do not allow many of your world this honour, only a select few through time have been given this treasure. We shall send a guide down to help in a few moments, please… do not attack those she shall bring to join you as they are not allowed to harm just as you are forbidden to lay a hand on them in anger" the raspy voices that had echoed through the cavern, stilling the villagers who had clambered to their feet and were milling about the cavern in an attempt to find an exit.

"Well I say we do what the ladies want as you could hear they have… abilities Stoick and I for one don't want to lose the rest of me limbs. I'm rather attached to the ones that I have left." Gobber nodded resolutely and stared about as the people around his slowly nodded their heads in agreement and Stoick frowned thoughtfully before nodding as well. "Very well, please enter the room. Sit. Relax," one of the sisters voices offered, a huge panel in one of the rock walls sliding open to reveal a huge chamber. There was a giant screen sat against one wall with heaps and heaps of soft fur rugs and chairs set up in front of it, a large space was left bare next to where they could sit and they all glanced at each other in confusion, unable to think of who could be joining them. For the second time that day a flash filled the room though this one was less bright and had a more natural feel to it. When the light was gone it revealed a young boy standing in the centre of the room "Good morning warriors. My name is Eutychios meaning fortune, but you may call me Tychi. I am the messenger to the fates. I do believe that I have to bring in the other half of the audience before we can begin but first let me warn you, fighting will not be tolerated between your two sides." He said all that he had to with a kind steady tone before he ended with a slightly threatening tone and a harsh glare that rested on all of them, letting them know that he was very serious about that.

He flicked his wrist in a complicated motion and the wall on the other side of the cavern slid slowly open, the Vikings sneered and reached for their weapons as they saw what was on the other side, they were too busy thinking of fighting the dragons that growled back at them to notice the worried glances Toothless and Hiccup shared, glancing between their two sides worriedly "STOP! I told you that fighting will not be tolerated and I meant it, now sit down. Shut up and enjoy the movie!" Tychi's faces had become a moulted shade of puce and he thrust out his arms, sending both sides back and onto their sides of the room. The Vikings bristled but took their seats with grudging expressions while the dragons who didn't look any happier settled down on the ground, several blowing fire and creating a bed of coals for the young ones to lie on. It was no coincidence that Hiccup and Toothless both ended up sitting on the very edges of the group so they were close together without it being too obvious.

'Who is this boy?' one of the older gronkles asked, jerking his head towards Hiccup, 'He smells like us' another dragon, a monstrous nightmare noted approvingly, 'His name is Hiccup and he is my human, if anything happens to him you will feel my wrath' Toothless threatened and the dragons nodded at the sign of protectiveness, 'Everything okay bud?' Hiccup growled quietly and the other dragons started, staring at the human boy who knew their language and spoke it with ease. 'Fine Hiccup though you better not be too obvious you're speaking to us. I think the blonde human is starting to suspect something, her eyes kept darting to you' Toothless warned and Hiccup nodded his thanks, turning his head back to the screen. Everyone has finally settled in and all eyes in the cavern turned towards the screen as it burst into life. "What is this?" Stoick asked curiously, wondering how there were images on a screen. "It's called a movie; the fates decided that the easiest way to make you understand was to have you watch this, though why I do not know.

The screen was dark with an image of the night sky with a bright full moon right in the centre as the camera panned out it slowly began to shrink, becoming a crescent moon with a small boy inside, slowly haunting music echoed eerily.

"Hang on, how are they doing that? There are no instruments in here" Gobber shouted but was ignored in favour of watching the movie.

The boy brought out a fishing pole flicking it several times before slashing it at a cloud that was swept off the screen. Slowly words started drifting on screen before joining together and forming three words.

"DreamWorks, animation SKG. What is that?" this time it was Snotlout and he looked to Tychi for answers but the man had disappeared, he shrugged and turned back to the movie as the screen wavered and changed.

The camera panned over a dark ocean, moving quickly as Hiccup's voice came over the top. "This is Berk. Its twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the Mediterranean of misery." The camera moved swiftly towards the village of Berk, set on a jagged rocks jutting straight out from the ocean.

Most of the village glanced at Hiccup in concern, the aforementioned boy sinking down in his chair to avoid their piercing gazes. Why would he say something like that? Surely their home wasn't that bad… was it?

The camera suddenly changed to a view of one of their fields, lots of white sheep dotted the field in random clumps. "My village in a word… sturdy." The camera slowly slid to the side so it showed a lot of building set into various hillsides and cliffs. "And it's been here for seven generations but every single building is new." The camera drifted closer to the village, circling it slowly.

"That is rather true, if those stupid dragons would just stop attacking us then we wouldn't have any problems with the buildings now would we," one of the Vikings piped up and the others nodded around in agreement, once again missing as Hiccup face palmed at their obliviousness but then again they hadn't seen what he had. The dragons gazed at him with undisguised curiosity, a young human who was friend to one of the most feared dragons and disagreed with one of their most heartfelt traditions.

"We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets." Hiccup's voice took on a sarcastic edge. The screen flashed to a close up of several sheep chewing idly on grass, "The only problem are the pests," the music came to a sudden stop as a clawed leg reached down and snatched the sheep, taking off quickly.

The Vikings growled and stared across at the dragons, angry that it was so easy for the beasts to steal their livestock, while Hiccup sent Toothless an eye roll and a smirk as he recognised the leg that had taken the sheep. Toothless gave him a gummy smile and he returned it discreetly before turning back to face the screen.

Meanwhile on screen the other sheep seemed to be barely affected by the dragon carrying off one of their own and the sheep nearest to the one shuffled forward and began munching on the grass the previous sheep was grazing on. "You see most places have mice or mosquitos. We have..." his voice cut off abruptly as the scene changed once again to show Hiccup on screen, opening the door to his house only for a monstrous nightmare to breath a column of fire straight at his face with a loud boom making him slam the door shut and lean against it. "Dragons," he gasped and you could now see his face as he spoke.

The scene snapped to a different one of the monstrous nightmare that had blown the column of flame chasing sheep up a hill, a Viking running past and scooping them up as he skilfully avoided the flames. "Most people would leave. Not us." Hiccups voice came through sharply as the Viking put down the sheep he was carrying and leapt into the air, grabbing a hold of a sheep that was being flown through the air by a dragon, "We're Vikings," a gronkle came onto the screen with a Viking holding onto its neck and hitting it in the head with a hammer.

The two Vikings that had been shown on screen grinned and the one on the gronkles face fingered his hammer.

"We have stubbornness issues," you could hear the humour in his voice as the Viking was pitched off the dragons head. The camera switched to a scene of Hiccup leaping off the front porch of his house and running outside, gazing about in wonder, his house smouldering behind him. "My name's Hiccup," just as he said a Viking landed in front of him before glaring, picking up the axe that had landed next to him and darting off back into the battle. "Great name, I know. But it's not the worst," he ran under a log and one of the Vikings carrying it stared at him in surprise, losing his grip of the log as the others grip slipped, making the log hit him in the back of the head as he fell to the ground. "Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanour wouldn't do that."

"Oi and what's that supposed to mean?" most of the Vikings asked, turning to glare at him. He gestured towards the screen and they gazed at him for a second before nodding and turning back.

Hiccup was knocked to the ground by a nearby blast and a Viking leapt on top of him, screaming in his face with his axe raised before greeting him with a cheery "Morning!"

"Oh, hehehe sorry about that young lad, I may have had a bit too much to drink at the tavern," the Viking in question sniggered, and Hiccup nodded, accepting his apology.

The scene changed to Hiccup running past large men and women, skilfully avoiding the weapons that went everywhere. "Meet the neighbours. Hoark the Haggard," "What are you doing out?" the man yelled as he sped past, "Burnthair the Broad," he sped past a blonde haired woman, "Get inside!" the woman scolded, "Phlegma the Fierce," "Get back inside," "Ack," he said as he ran past a man with a finger up his nose, "Yep, just Ack." He ignored all of them and continued running, almost getting caught in a blast of fire as he attempted to race across an open road. "HICCUP!?" a voice bellowed accusingly to the crowd as he was jerked back by his tunic and held aloft in the hands of Stoick. "What is he doing out again?" it was addressed to the crowd as if they would have the answer.

"Excuse me. Why do you think that they have any control of my actions? I can think for myself and besides I know seventeen different ways to get out of the house that you probably don't even know of," Hiccup growled, pulling his knees up to his chest so he was curled up on the chair and stared resolutely at the screen as Stoick gave him a shocked look. "You are showing me every single one of them when we get back," the Vikings ignored the quarrel and turned back to the screen while the dragons looked on with interest, wanting to know more about the small viking boy that smelled like them instead of like the other barbarians.

"What are you doing out? Get back inside," this time he addressed his words to Hiccup before pushing him aside and stalking forwards, scanning the sky. "That's Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe," Hiccups disembodied voice floated across the screen before the screen switched to a Deadly Nadder flapping across the sky, Stoick picked up a nearby cart and hurled it at the dragon, splintering the wood across the blue scales. "They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it… yes I do." The voiceover stops a Stoick turns to the nearest available Viking, "What have we got?" he asked, needing to know what he was up against. "Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare," the Viking reported, standing up straight before cowering under his shield as a blast hit the cobblestones nearby. "Any night furies?" his gravelly voice serious, "None so far," the Viking reported, still cowering under his shield. "Good Stoick sighed relieved just before shouts were heard, "Hoist the torches!" flaming torches were hoisted into the sky, showing tons of dragons swamping above them. The Vikings below continuing to fight against the dragons.

The video came to an abrupt halt and Tychi materialised in front of them, leaning casually against the wall the film was being projected onto, "Okay does anyone have any questions before we continue with this movie?" he asked, hoping to keep it short and sweet. The Vikings looked around and shook their heads but Fishlegs' hand shot up enthusiastically, waving to get Tychi's attention. "Yes beefy blonde boy… ah Fishlegs is it, what do you want to know?" Tychi asked politely, "What exactly is this movie called?" Fishlegs asked and the others looked at the messenger with curiosity, "It's called How to Train Your Dragon and if that's all then let's get on with the movie. He vanished once again as the movie started up with a brief flash of light.