3rd Person Pov
"Some people will never accept the history of us. They think that we are savages and that we are evil. We must not bow before these people! We will fight! We are Vikings and we will never bow!"
A small little boy looks at the chief in complete awe. He is small, ostracized because of it, and all he ever wanted was to be like the big man that ran the tribe. He was the small boy's hero. He was a little orphan as well and he was holding his grandfather's hand. He hears the old man snort.
"Grandpa, why'd you do that?" He asks as they walk away.
"Even though we're Vikings it doesn't mean we can't lose, and we will lose if that meat head is leading us."
"But grandpa, the chief is a great Viking!"
"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's a good leader. He doesn't have much going on in his head, and he is young. We will die out soon enough."
"Will I die?"
"Not if you're smart about it. They'll believe you when you say you aren't a Viking. All of the other children look like Vikings. You have the advantage."
"Oh, but I thought Vikings were supposed to fight to the end."
"Yes, but we are not normal Vikings. Let me tell you a story." The child is quiet as they go home eager for a story. Once they are home his grandfather sits him on his lap.
"Once long ago there was a young boy called Hiccup, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock. The heir to the Hairy Hooligans. However, like you he was small and smart. He would rather think about things and draw them, then fight dragons and other Vikings."
"He sounds like me."
"Yes, he does sound like you. Now, he was ignored by his father and he had almost no one to love him after his mother died. He worked in the village forge, and he did very well for himself. However, he was practically tortured by his own cousins and the children his age." The little boy's eyes widened. "One day he created a bola and shot down a night fury…"
The child was enveloped into the story.