How to Train Your Dragon: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 1 ~ The End & Begining All At Once

Hiccup Haddock was no ordinary viking, for when he was fifteen he met his best friend, killed a Red Death and saved his village from burning to the ground. When he was eighteen he successfully took down the Grimborn Brothers, Trader Johan, and Krogan. When he was twenty he successfully killed Drago and became the Chief of Berk. And now, at the age of twenty one, he is late to his own wedding.

The frigate rocked back and forth, heavy fog settled on the wide ocean. The dragon riders used that to their advantage, taking over the North Alliance's ships and capturing the hunters. The muzzled dragons stirred in their cage as one of the hunters hit his spear against their cage.

"Quiet!" He grumbled.

A click at the end of the corridor peaked his interest. His head shot up, staring into the empty abyss. Another click echoed through the ship. Abruptly, a sword lit up, showcasing a figure dressed in black scaled armour and a mast covering his face.

"What are you," the guard asked, his voice filled with concern and curiosity.

The masked stranger shushed him, a growl echoes from behind. The guard swivelled around, holding his long spear up to protect him against what he thought was a feral dragon. His eyes widened in surprise as a nightfury crawled down from the cage. The guard ran forward, attempting to kill the masked stranger who had used his flaming sword to disarm the guard; the spear clattered onto the deck. The guard threw a fiery lamp towards the stranger which dropped to the ground, causing the deck to alight. The flames flickered in the soft winds, the dragon and rider walked straight through; the fire could not harm them.

The guard cried out, "You're a demon!"

The masked stranger shook his head, "Shhh! No, no, I'm not a demon, I'm not a demon." He raised his visor, pulling the cloth of his face, revealing Hiccup Haddock."See? Just a guy! Just a guy here to rescue these dragons. So-"

"-BUT YOU WALKED THROUGH FIRE!"

"Dragon scales! Dragons shed a lot."

"No, I know a demon when I see one! No human legs are that skinny!"

A cry from behind interrupted the banter, "Think that's a good entrance? Get a load of me!" Snotlout grinned, proud of his entrance until he realised his rear end had caught on fire from Hookfang's flames.

"AH! I KNEW IT, MORE DEMONS!"

"No, that's really just a nitwit who forgot to fireproof his butt," Hiccup sighed, exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Snotlout ran past screaming, "AGGHH! Hot-hot-hot!" He dove into the deck, rolling to extinguish his smouldering posterior, right into a seeping cloud of green gas, spreading between the cages like dry ice. "Guys, NO! Not yet!" Snotlout cried, realising that the twin's dragon, Barf and Belch were about to set the deck alight.

The gas erupted into a fireball as Tuffnut and Ruffnut striked dramatic poses akin to stage magicians, sloppily dressed in zippleback-themed armour. Barf and Belch emerged from behind them.

"Behold your worst nightmare!" Tuffnut exclaimed as Ruffnut interrupted him.

"Behold-"

"-Along with his sister who insisted on coming."

"That's my intro?" Ruffnut complained, punching Tuffnut in the arm.

"Guys, too soon! You always come in too soon-" Hiccup sighed. Abruptly, a flying man crashed onto the deck, screaming out curses.

Fishlegs crashed down between them with flared, scarab-like wings. He rolls across the deck in heavy gronckle-themed dragon armour. "Sorry! Still getting the hang of my wings!" He rocks on his back like a helpless sea turtle. A baby gronckle pops its head up from Fishlegs' belly pouch, gurgling happily.