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a Christian Fiction take on HTTYD2


"Lord God, why did you bring me here? First Camelot where I didn't believe, and now Berk four hundred years later, where they worship false gods almost constantly!"

The young girl of eighteen years was tired. Tired of life with those who didn't believe. How she longed for her home in California a thousand years in the future. There she could talk about The Lord freely with her father, and live a normal life.

"Maybe this is all a dream." She mused silently to herself as she walked through the forest. "But I know it is not. The Lord put me here for a reason, and one day I shall live with him in paradise, when my life is complete."

Dawn was quickly approaching as the young woman walked, talking to The Lord about her troubles, not knowing that she was being followed.

Chief Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third and his best friend Toothless the Alpha of the Dragons were walking side by side through the forest, tracking their friend. Ever since the battle where his father died, she had not been herself, spending hours training, or walking in the woods, or simply in her house alone.

But somehow, he knew she was never alone. Astrid thought him ridiculous and that their friend was simply grieving over the loss of her father figure, but Hiccup just couldn't believe that. She mourned yes, that was obvious, but her mourning went much deeper than that of the loss of a father, she seemed to grieve even for the living.

It didn't make sense. He already knew that she didn't worship any of the Viking gods, but she did worship a god. He had no name, no temple, no statues, no shrines, no nothing, but her faith in him was stronger than that of even the tribe's elder.

She didn't worship like the others. She didn't worship Thor because she was half-mad with bloodlust, nor Loki because she was a liar, even though she constantly struggled with that concept. She didn't worship money like the traders, or love like so many other women of the tribe.

And she wouldn't bow down to any other god. Not the god of healing when she was sick, not Freya when she needed advice, no, she always went to her god. She prayed, and prayed, and prayed.

And it drove him mad. He was madly in love with the girl, and he knew she was madly in love with him as well, but she wouldn't give him the light of day, all because he didn't worship her wretched god.

She clung to her faith; never letting go. Yet at the same time, it seemed as if she had peace throughout her chaotic life, an inner peace of which he craved. Even though she had been in the war with Drago with him, and countless other battles, and helped him with running the tribe, and got sick numerous times with an incurable disease, she had peace, a fact which drove him up the wall, yet left him craving for more.

Lately he had been having trouble sleeping. He would look at the practices of his "girlfriend" and his "friends" and want to leave for it disquieted him. His spirit was wrestling with something in side him, something unknown and mysterious, something so desired yet unattainable. He would bow down at Loki's feet and use all of his strength not to immediately run out the door.

He was at odds with life, and he knew it. The world sickened him, yet he knew no peace. It was like he was blind and now he had seen. Something, or someone, had opened his eyes.

Now he followed this girl whom he had known for seven years and she strangely gave him peace. Yet at the same time, he knew it wasn't her who did anything. She reflected something, like the moon reflecting sunlight, yet she had an effect on him, the ability to calm his restless spirit.

Toothless rubbed his head against Hiccup's hand, trying to comfort his long time best friend. He knew the restless sprint inside of his master, he himself felt it, but neither new how to quench this thirst. Or at least, this was what Hiccup thought was going on.

Finally, the dawn rose, and she turned around to head back, her soul calm from the knowledge that she was where God wanted her, and his purpose would be fulfilled. There she saw Hiccup. She blushed at the sight of the handsome Viking, and then innerly berated herself for having such feelings for the chief. "I can't marry him, I can't love him, I can't be anything more than a friend to him. He still believes in the false idols."

She had been praying unceasingly for all her friends in the Hairy Hooligan tribe. For Gobber, Stoick, Valka, Fishlegs, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Snotlout, and Hiccup. She prayed that their eyes would be opened, that they would see that their stone idols did nothing for them, except take away their freedom.

Oh, how she had prayed that Stoick would recover, that she would get there to at least speak to him one last time, to tell him that death was not a sunset but a sunrise. But The Lord had not chosen him, and it made her weep. The man was the closest thing to a father that she had in this time and she would never see him again. He would never know what an awesome God He is.

And the others, oh how they made her heart ache. She saw them slave their lives away trying to do something to gain the favor of their idols, so that they might be better warriors, or be better writers, or mothers, or whatever else you could think of.

She grieved at the fact that none of them knew that all of that was just pure and utter nothingness. There was no healing, no inspiration, no wisdom from those stones; just emptiness, and that emptiness would lead to a meaningless life.

That was all it was, meaningless. She shook her head, clearing away the thoughts and focusing on the present, not the unchangeable past.

"Hiccup, what are you here for?" There was no aggravation in her tone, no annoyance, only curiosity and a bit of exhaustion. Not the physical kind, Hiccup noticed, but the spiritual kind.

"I couldn't sleep, and I saw you heading out here and I thought you could give me some answers."

Oh, how her heart raced at the thought of him wanting her advice, but she quickly shoved those feelings down. "Answers given will depend on the question, Chief. What troubles you?"

Hiccup moved into Toothless's side and motioned for her to join him because of the bitter cold that never seemed to bother her. She complied as he spoke. "Lately I have had trouble sleeping-"

"Shouldn't you see the healer for that?" The comment broke free from her lips before she could register the fact that she had said it.

Hiccup chuckled. "Not from pain, well at least not physical pain. I have been looking at the world through a different view. I see all this pain, and suffering, and loss, but there is no hope. Days just run together, repeating themselves, never once with any purpose in life. And the gods are just stone idols. Thor nor Loki nor Freya, nor Odin mean a single thing. And all I see appalls me. People slaving their lives away for absolutely nothing, and it disgusts and disturbs me, the practices of this world."

And he was off, venting his feelings to his friend who sat, listening to everything he said, with a joyful heart. His eyes had been opened. "Oh Lord," She prayed silently, "you have answered my prayers. His eyes are opened Lord, but he still hasn't received you. Give me the words that you wish to convey to him. Speak to him, let him know that there is hope. O Abba, he is the answer to my prayers, and my heart leaps with joy. Please, let him be one of your chosen."

By now, Hiccup's voice had come to a halt, but the emotion was still there. "Hiccup," She spoke softly to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to let him know that she understood all that he was saying. "How do you feel?"

He knew that she was not asking about his physical health; she was asking about how all this made him feel. "Sad, angry, depressed, and at odds with life, like none of this means anything and it is incredibly frustrating."

Her heart soared. "You are at odds with life because you are no longer of the world. Your eyes have been opened." And with that, Hiccup's attention was captured.

"No longer of the world? My eyes have been opened?"

"It means that you can see the brokenness of this world, and how we need someone to save us."

Hiccup looked up, shocked that she knew exactly how he felt, and there was no fake empathy. His friends had never known how he had felt. This restless energy, this unquenchable thirst for something more. Not his dad, not Gobber, not Fishlegs, not even Astrid knew how he felt, and this young woman who he had known for no more than seven years, most likely less, knew exactly how he felt and what he thought.

"That's exactly what I see. There is no hope."

The wide smile that had appeared on her face dimmed a bit at this statement. "But there is hope."

Hiccup's laugh was bitter and bleak. "What hope? There is no one who can save us from ourselves."

"Jesus Christ, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, who suffered under Pontius Pilate, who was crucified, died and was buried, who on the third day rose and ascended to heaven, where He is seated at the right hand of the Father and He will come to judge the living and the dead. Hiccup, there is hope. God, the true living God, who created the heavens and the earth loved us so much that he sent his only Son that whoever believes in Him shall not parish but have eternal life."

"There is no god who would do that. None."

"The Lord loves us, his creations. He loved us so much that he was willing to send his Son to die for us, even though the world turned against Him. He loves us, and He loves you, and He is asking you to let him into your heart, to change you into the image of Christ. He is asking you, will you let Him in?"

Hiccup looked at her, his gaze forlorn. "But I have done things unforgivable. God would never forgive me."

She shook her head. "God already has. On the day that Jesus was crucified, He took all the sin of the whole world upon his shoulders, a man who lived a blameless life, in favor with both God and man, and now we are free. No longer does sin rule us, but we have true freedom. Hiccup," She takes his hands in his without breaking eye contact and he can see truth shining in them. "Hiccup, God is merciful and He is willing to forgive you. All you have to do is ask. Say yes to Him, and he shall set you free."

Hiccup looked to Toothless only to find nothing in his place. The dragon had left. "The dragons, they were only illusions weren't they?"

She shook her head. "They only had the power that you bestowed upon them. They were just tools to make you loose sight of the truth. There was a time, not long ago when I too believed in the dragons. Little did I know that they didn't exist."

The sadness that Hiccup expected to feel was not there. In fact, all that was there was a yearning. A yearning for the truth. Taking a breath, he answered the question God was asking him. "Will you accept me as your one and only Lord and Savior? Will you ask for forgiveness?"

And he knew his answer. "Yes." He said aloud. "Yes, I believe that Jesus Christ is Lord and Savior. There is no other. Forgive me Lord for I have sinned and am in need of a savior."

In an instant, he felt free and joyful. His heart was carefree and the thirst that he had always felt was quenched and he was finally at peace.

Her arms were around him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, how I prayed that this day would come! Praise The Lord!"

He returned the hug, smiling. "Indeed. Praise The Lord!"

His shout of joy rang through the forest. "Oh!" He looked up. "You must be baptized." And so he was. Right there in the spring close by. As he was raised up out of the water, he again felt so light of heart, he felt like he could burst.

Right then and there, he kissed the love of his life, and she let him for they were now equally yoked. He pulled back and smiled, thanking God for the gifts he had been given.

It was midday by the time they made it back to Berk. Soon enough, everyone noticed the change in Hiccup. He was filled with joy, unending joy, even after breaking up with Astrid immediately upon arrival. There were those who scorned the couple because of their new religion, one of those being Astrid. And there were others who wanted to know everything they could.

Eventually, Hiccup's chiefdom was removed and he, his long time friend and now wife, his mother, and a few others who believed were exiled, never to be seen again. The only thing that Hiccup's wife had left of her original time period was her Bible that she had been given when she was ten years old.

Hiccup's son was named Stoick after Hiccup's father and he was raised in the ways of The Lord. He had been given a zeal for the Word of The Lord just like his mother, and he resolved to copy all of the Bible before his mother's book wore out.

On one of the many uninhabited islands they had set up a village of their own, and they invited anyone who pleased to join them. There they started a church, a small one that grew over the long life of the couple. As Hiccup held his firstborn grandson, he gave thanks to The Lord and let out a breath of relief. After several years spent searching in the dark, he was finally home.