Chapter 1: The Village Raid

I know that some of you are waiting for the next chapter of "Taking a Chance", but in between chapters I can get writer blocks and I work on another projects. This is one of those projects, it's a plot mixture of Balto & HTTYD. And if you're not familiar with Balto, you should go and see it. It's an animated classic.

Now that that's out of the way, let's get this ball rolling!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Balto or How to Train your Dragon. They both belong to their respective owners and this is just for fun, NOT for profit.


Ever since the mighty Alaskan mountains had risen centuries ago, it was a the symbol of the land's greatness. Wildlife as mighty as a moose and bear stomped pass giant pine trees that filled the mountains' valleys. While smaller wildlife such as rabbits and squirrels scurry along the forest's floor. Among the forest is a vast frost-covered plain and on the edge of it is a small town, my home. This is Berk. It's 12 days North of hopelessness and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery with a great view of the Plain of the Northern Lights. My town in a word, rough but sturdy & functional. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems were the pests. Most places have a mice, mosquitos, or even the occasional fungus in the spring. We have...

In the distance, wild howls are heard as a dark, cold, and windy mass approached with the sound of thousands of paws running on the snow. The sleepy citizens of Berk awake and make preparations for the incoming raid. By the time the whole town was awake, the beasts were already nearing the town with the cover of a blizzard surrounding them. Wolves. Now these aren't your ordinary wolves, they come from the stories of old that are told and pasted on through the native elders just outside of town. These wolves are almost three times the size of regular wolves and had the power to summon & bend the wind to their will.

Another howl is heard as the wolves reached the town. The wolves dispersed into smaller packs to sniffed out for our food storage sheds. They used their claws, fangs, and wind to tear locks off and shred the doors to splinters. Most people would leave, but not us. When you live in an Arctic climate, you learn to be stubborn if you weren't already. The townspeople put on their extra padded leather coats and charged at the wolves head on. They grabbed their "weapons": shovels, pick axes, sledgehammers, baseball bats, cricket bats, weighted nets, etc. and attacked the wolves before they could get away. Through all the chaos I was able to slip out of the house so I could find a way to help.

My name is Hiccup. Great name, I know, but it's not the worst. It's a native tradition for parents to give a hideous name for their kids to frighten enemies and unwelcome spirits, like the weather wouldn't already do that. The wolves continue their raiding while blasting people with their winds. As I was weaving between buildings and people yelling at me, when I was suddenly grabbed by someone. And of course that someone was our Chief Stoick the Vast. He turns to me with a grimace that I'm all too familiar with.

"Why are you out here?" He turns to the citizens passing by. "Who let him out? You know what? It doesn't matter." He turns me. "Just go inside somewhere and don't touch anything."

I got shoved to the closest building and wormed my way out of sight and toward the center of town. I pushed my way through the approaching crowd and went into the repair shop to help manage the line.

"It's about time you showed up. I was afraid that the beasts got ya." Gobber said as he reshaped a shovel's head with tongs prosthetics.

"Oh, they wouldn't know what to do with all of this" I strike a pose show off what little muscle I had.

"They need toothpicks don't they?"he said as I took the crowds damaged weapons and hand them newly repaired ones.

The meathead with an attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler. He's one of the few native Alaskans left in the town, and the only others are the Hoffersons and my deceased mother. Bless her soul.

I look outside to see armed men rush past, flanking others who carry barrels of preserved meats and vegetables to safety. Stoick follows up the rear to fend off a group of wolves are at their heels. One of the wolves lunges out and goes around Stoick to snatch a barrel. As it opened its mouth it was pelted with rocks that was thrown by a muscular boy with a pig-like nose. He goes to get another sack rocks as a group of other teens follow the other wolves with sacks of their own.

With the amount of damage that the wolves cause every raid, us teens contribute by collecting fist-size rocks and throwing them at the wolves to lessen casualties. Our Defense Youth Brigade (DYB) consist of Snotlout, Fishlegs, and The twins Ruffnut & Tuffnut and Astrid. Their job is so much cooler. I try to creep to the side door to join them as they pass, but got hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." I pleaded.

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places"

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a wolf. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing a pic-axe . You can't even throw a bola without knocking someone unconscious." A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a snarling wolf a couple of yards away.

"Okay fine, but..." I rush to a back corner of the shop and presents a contraption that looked like a some type of launcher on top of a wheel-barrel. "... this will throw it for me." Hiccup opens the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber... and taking out a customer at the counter.

"See, this right here is what I'm talking about. Lad, your great when it comes to smiting, but when it comes to making other things to kill wolves... They're not the best."

"Mild calibration issue." I tried to reason.

"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight wolf, you need to stop all..." Gobber gestures in Hiccup's general direction. "... this."

"But... you just pointed to all of me." I said in a deadpan tone.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!"


"Ohhhhh, yes."

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Alaskan-ness contained. There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances. Shovels & Axes. Reshape & Sharpen. Now."

Gobber pushes a pile of bent shovels & dull axes and moved to the counter to check on the line. Hiccup takes an axe begrudgingly and lobs it onto the grinding wheel and started to sharpen it.

One day I'll get out there. Because killing a wolf is everything around here. A group of smaller, but muscular wolves rush a seemingly vacant house. They blew the roof off with their wind and ran off with salted meats in their mouths and on their backs. A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.

Elsewhere, a group of chubby wolves went and picked up drying racks clean of fish and hobbled off , kicking up snow in their wake that blinded the men chasing them. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

A thin, stealthy pair of wolves weaved between houses until they found a decent one. One blew freezing frost at the door while the other one was using its huge paws to beat at the door until they broke through and came out carrying a freshly skinned elk. A Zippelback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status. If you can get one, then the other one is sure to follow.

It regrouped with the other pairs of Zipplebacks and run past Stoick as he climbs to the top of a Catapult Tower. "Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Boulders are catapulted at a group of Nadders... Just as a huge wolf with blood-red fur whips past, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky snow that was steaming and eating through the wood. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Fighters go after those. They have this nasty habit of coating themselves with snow that can burn you like dry-ice. It emerges from the piles of steaming snow, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin.

"Reload! I'll take care of this." Stoick grabs a pair of sledgehammers from his belt as he glared at the Nightmare. Suddenly, a loud shrieking whistle howling overhead. The catapult crew ducks, I looked up from my work, reacting to the same sound. But the ultimate prize is the wolf no one has ever seen. We call it the...

"Night Fury! Get down!" Everyone on the tower jumped off and took shelter. The whistle goes higher until it's war splitting. The Monstrous Nightmare snaps out of his rage and takes flight. A second later, the Catapult Tower explodes in snow emitting a bluish aura, sending metal and wood panels everywhere. This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.


AN: Another story started and I'm pretty excited about this one. I grew up watching Balto and way back when I saw HTTYD for the 1st time, I knew that I had to write a crossover between the two. It took forever, because I couldn't quite get it off the ground and I recently developed a solid storyline to go off of.

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