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This is Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless and a few degrees South of freezing to death.

A young girl had just finished with her training and was helping the elder clean up and put stuff away.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" the girl asked while putting away a bottle of medicine.

"Yes, I'm sure. And get going you should really go check on that brother of yours." The elder scribbled in the dirt before shooing the youth away. The girl going straight to her best friend.

It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pests.

Two sheep huddle together in a pasture, shaking. Unexpectedly, one of the sheep is plucked away, leaving the other sheep terrified.

You see, most placed have mice or mosquitoes. We have...

A young boy opened the door of his house and outside a dragon chased a man only to get distracted by the boy standing in the door. The dragon turned to him before breathing a large blast of fire and the youth slamed the door, back pressed against it as fire seeps through the cracks.

Dragons.

A distressed sheep runs through the village. A dragon makes a line of fire behind it.

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

The same young boy runs out of his house, entering the chaos.

My names Hiccup. Great name, I know.
But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frightened off gnomes and trolls, like our charming viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

A viking yelled in Hiccups face, "mornin'"

"What are you doin' here?"

"Get inside."

Hiccup tries to run but is pulled back and picked up with ease by a large man.

"What's he doing out again- what are you doing out? " questions the man as he dangles Hiccup in the air.

"Get inside,"he told him.

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

"What have we got?" Stoick asks.

"Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks-oh an o'course our Monstrous Nightmares."

"Any Night Furys?"

"None so far," The other man answers in his thick Scottish accent.

"Good."

Dragons fly high in the sky as Hiccup walked into the blacksmith shop.

"Oh good! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off. " The blacksmith told Hiccup.

"Who? Me? No, come on I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup said as he started gesturing to his arms and flexing his 'muscles'.

"Well, they need toothpicks don't they?" The blacksmith sarcastically responded.

The meat head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice every since I was little, well little-er.

Stoick started giving orders to his people before a dragon made a house go up in flames.

See, old village, lots an lots of new houses.