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this is berk.

First chapter based on the what if hiccup was a villain and it will be all like the movie but then it will change and don't worry hiccstrid is always. Enjoy!🫶🏾

HICCUPS POV:
This is berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless, And a few degrees south to freezing to death. It's located on the meredian of misery. My village. In a word, Sturdy. And it's been here for seven generation, But every single building is new. We have fishing, Hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most  places have mice or mosquitoes

We have...

Dragons.

Most people would leave. Not us, we're vikings we have stubbornness issues

My name's hiccup. Great name, I know , But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming demeanor wouldn't do that...

I was running to the blacksmith stall to help gobber then someone grabbed me " hiccup!? what is he doing out again?!" He said to the crowd then faced me " what are you doing out?! Get inside!" Then shoved me away.

That's stoick the vast. Chief of the tribe. They say when he was a baby he popped a dragons head clean off it's shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

BLACKSMITH STALL:

"Ah nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off" he said while I was putting on my leather apron "who me?! Nah I'm waay too muscular for their taste they wouldn't know what to do with all... This" I said sarcasticly while doing a body builder pose " they need toothpicks, don't they?" He said as I went to transfer bent and chipped weapons to the forge as viking crowd the counter for replacements

The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little.. well.. littler. Then I looked out the window to see what's going on outside the stall

Oh and that's fishlegs, snotlout. The twins ruffnut and tuffnut And... Astrid. I looked as he hair was swinging side to side and the fire glowing on her face. Their job is so much cooler. I tried to sneak off the counters window but a hook caught me "AH come on. Let me out please. I need to make my mark" I said whinnigly " oh you've made plenty of marks ALL.IN.THE.WRONG.PLACES." he said while putting me down " please two minutes I'll kill a dragon my life will get instantly better, I might even get a date!" " You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these" he said as he was holding a bola "ok fine BUT this will throw it for me!" I said as I went to the back to show him a contraption as I was leaning on it I accidentally opened it and threw a bola at a viking on the counter. "ARGH" the viking said in agony "see. This right here is what I'm talking about!" He says then I cut him off with "MILD CALIBRATION ISSUE!"  "Hiccup if you wanna get out there to fight dragons you need to stop all.... This!" He said as he gestured to me "But...you just pointed to all of me!"  "YES THAT'S IT! Stop being all of you!" "OHHHH" I said threateningly "OOOHHH yes" he said mimicking me "you, sir, are playing a dangerous game, keeping this much raw vikingness CONTAINED??! THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!!" "I'll take my chances sword.sharpen.NOW." he said as he tossed me a sword

One day I'll get out there.

Because killing a dragon is  EVERYTHING AROUND HERE...