Haddock: House of the Night Fury Rider (HoTD x HTTYD)

Chapter 1: This is Berk

5,000 years ago. . .

All stories start with a beginning. Which beginning exactly? The beginning of mankind? No, this is the beginning of the first Viking Dragon Rider. Let's start with his home village. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, a few degrees south of Freezing to Death and located solidly on what is called the Meridian of Misery.

This is Berk. A Viking village on an island with quite mountainous and rocky with arms and fingers of cliffs protruding out of the water like hands reaching the sky. In a word, the village that resides at the mouth of the island is sturdy. It had been around for seven generations, but every single house was new.

Some would consider Berk to be a haven despite that the houses and buildings have to constantly rebuilt. It had good fishing, hunting and very charming view of the sunsets.  The only problem was the pests.

Most places would have problems with mice and mosquitos. But not Berk. Oh no, Berk has-

Hearing the sounds of roars and shouting outside, a young boy of fifteen years old walks to the front door of his house. He had brown hair green eyes, wore a light green shirt, darker pants and leather boots with a fur vest. He opened it to see a Monstrous Nightmare flying in front of the house. The large dragon turns to his direction and unleashes a blast of fire to his direction. The boy quickly closes the door, and the fire makes the door to shake.

"Dragons," he whispers in awe and fear.

Yep. Dragons. Real firing breathing reptiles with wings.

Outside, dozens of dragons were setting fire to many buildings and grabbing sheep and yak in their talons while men and women brandished weapons of any kind-swords, spears, arrows, axes and hammers with bludgeons- and tried to stop them. One man even jumped onto a sheep that was in the talons of a dragon that flew above the village. Another was punching a dragon in the face while being held by said dragon before it got tired of him and dropped him then and there.

Now, most people would leave. Not the people of Berk. They were Vikings. And they had serious stubbornness issues.

Leaving his house, the young boy begins to run through the village. His name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock. Sounds like a great name right? Well, it's not the worst. And he is the third person in Berk's history to carry the name. And if you ask him, he'd say that his ancestors were more lucky in the muscle department. Compared to them, he looked like a fishbone as he would say. Besides, most Viking parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. As if their charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that already.

The Viking that was dropped by a dragon landed in front of Hiccup. The man quickly got to his feet as if nothing happened and ran to battle another dragon. Then a blast of fire occurred in front of Hiccup that sent him flying onto his back while a man landed on top of him with an axe.

"RRRAAAAAAAGH!" the man screamed at Hiccup's face before smiling cheerfully (or insanely) and said, "Morning." Before he ran off. 

Running up a wooden bridge, Hiccup passed several Vikings that were heading the way he came.

"What're you doing here?"

"Going for a walk," Hiccup replied sarcastically.

"Get inside!" 

"Can't, house is on fire." he said, still running.

"Why're you out?"

"Didn't I just answer this?" Hiccup asked in reply but it was more to himself than the Viking that asked.

"Get back inside, young man!" A woman with tan skin and smoke gray hair ordered and Hiccup knew better than to argue with her.  This was Leana Velyrion. She and her husband were new to the village, said to be from the far edge of the archipelago, a place called Driftmark. She watched Hiccup running up the bridge before she turned and ran after the other Vikings.