On the island of Berk, a young man, the son of the Cheif, lay asleep in his bed. His forest green eyes fluttered open as he awoke, his freckled cheeks stretching as he yawned. He sat up and stretches his limbs, his back snapping back into place as he moved. He swung his legs- or should I say leg and a half- over the side of the bed. He reached over to the hook on the wall and retrieved his prosthetic, sliding it onto his left leg, or half of a leg. He stood, hobbling over to the stairs, slowly making his way down them. Once down, he looked around, seeming to look for something. A large clatter could be heard as a large black night fury jumped up to one of the beams on the ceiling supports from a corner. "Aww, no, Toothless, no, oh, come on..." The dragon looked at him playfully. "Toothless... Down..." he said, pointing to to the floor. Toothless jumped down to the floor and slowly made his way to the young man. He smiled. "Good boy..." he said. He reached down and picked up his bag from a chair. The two made their way outside to start the day. Thus was the normal morning for Hiccup Haddock Horrendous the Third, or more commonly known as Hiccup.