Greetings folks, I've decided while I wait for my Beta to get back to me for various things that I would write a new story. This will be a Toothcup story, but not in the way that many would think. I'll let the story explain it as time goes on. So this is a coming of age story of both Hiccup and Toothless.


Prologue: A Dragon's Soul

A blood curdling scream could be heard coming from the Chief's home. Inside, Stoick paced downstairs waiting for the midwife and her helpers to deliver his child. They had been up there for several hours with one of the helpers coming down frequently to get fresh hot water. His wife, Valka, released another scream and soon after a softer cry could be heard.

I'm a father, Stoick thought, waiting for the midwife to come down. Soon enough, Edda came down the stairs joined by Helga and Inga. All of them with an unusual amount of blood coating their outfit. Stoick was visibly shocked at the amount of blood. He'd seen her clothes after helping give birth to others, but the amount on her then wasn't as much as what he saw now.

"Edda, is...is Valka?" Stoick asked softly.

"Valka is fine, but…" Edda trailed off, looking away from her chief.

"But what? Tell me!" Stoick shouted, grabbing the woman's shoulders.

"Go see for yourself," she said hastily, breaking free from his hands and storming out of the chief's home. She was quickly followed by Helga and Inga. The chief bounded up the stairs and burst into their future child's room.

Stoick saw Valka was resting on bed, covered with furs and their new child wrapped in a clean set of cloths. She was rocking their bundle slowly in her arms, telling the child that everything would be alright.

Valka turned her attention to Stoick and smiled. "Stoick, come say hello to our baby girl," she quietly said. The child was sleeping quietly as the large man strode over to the bedside. Something concerned Stoick and it was the size of their bundle, the tiny pile of cloth seemed too small to hold much within the layers. He knew that Valka had gone into labor early according to the midwife, but how early had it been, he wondered.

Stoick gently lowered himself onto the bed side as Valka turned slightly to show the little child. The baby breathed slowly as if it were exhausted from the ordeal much like its mother. On top of her head was a small amount of auburn hair.

At that moment, the child slowly opened her eyes and gazed lazily up at the large man. Her forest green eyes met his, but instead of a smile across his face there was a frown. She was a runt, and to Stoick, he couldn't have an heir that was a runt, let alone a female. The Hairy Hooligans would never allow such a thing.

"Valka, she's a Runt, a Hiccup. We can't have that for our first child, let alone the heir," Stoick began, "You know the council will tell us to cast her out on a boat."

"Stoick dear, she came in early, you know that…" Valka spoke softly, raising one arm and placing her hand on his shoulder. "She'll grow and be strong, I know it."

"I…" Stoick began, but a knocking at the doorway startled them both. It was Gothi, the village elder. She had come to give her word on the child's fate. Behind her was Gobber with her sand box to write out her words. She shuffled over to the bed. Stoick quickly left the bedside for the elder.

Valka swallowed hard, knowing the elder's word would trump her motherly instincts and Stoick would have to follow it. She prayed to Odin that the elder would see more to the child than just her visible shortcomings. Something told Valka that her child here was meant for more, but that may have been because this was her first child. Even though, something in this child's eyes made her want to keep her from a fate that she would never want to place upon any child: death.

"Ah she looks just like da too of ya. Let's see wat Gothi has ta say," Gobber said, placing the box on the floor. Gothi nodded to Valka, who slowly presented her child to the elder. She looked at the child and took note of how small she was. She reached forward and put her hand on the baby's head and closed her eyes, trying to commune with Odin to sense the child's future.

Gothi stood there in silence, with the three onlookers wondering what was taking so long. Gobber knew this wasn't good because Gothi would come back quickly with her words, but it was taking too long. Her future must be uncertain or difficult to even see.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Gothi opened her eyes and moved away from the mother and child. She went over to her box and started to write in the sand. Gobber looked over her shoulder and started to translate.

"Odin has shown me that the alley…" Gothi smacked Gobber's head with her stick, trying to correct him. "Sorry...baby doesn't have a edible…" She again smacked him on his head.

"Ya know yor writing coud use a 'it of cleaning up y'know." Gobber said, but Gothi threatened to hit him again. "Alright, sorry. The baby doesn't have a visible future past tonight."

Valka shook her head, not believing what she was hearing. Tears began to fill her vision, "No, this can't be. Stoick please reconsider. This is your daughter we're talking about." Valka begged. Stoick looked at Gothi, asking, "Is this true? Is it because she is a Hiccup?"

Gothi shrugged her shoulders, clearing the box to write again. "Odin nevar showed me, but it could be." Gobber read.

Gobber looked at his best friend, "I'm sorry Stoick and Val, but we'd best put da child out to sea like da others we've had recently. Let the gods see if she will live."

Valka held onto her child, trying to ignore the conversation going on inside the room. Tears fell down from her face and landed on the cheek of the little girl in her arms. Her sobbing grew louder before Gobber and Gothi left the room. She felt Stoick's large hand touch her shoulder, but her gaze remained on the new life in her arms.

"Val, you know I don't want to but if Gothi says she has no future past tonight then she doesn't. When has she been wrong?" Stoick told his wife.

"And when does the mother's intuition or feelings come in, Stoick? When?" Valka quietly said between sobbing tears. "I know she'll survive she's strong, I just know it. I was going to suggest Hedvig because I know she'll be strong, even stronger than either of us."

"Val, she's a runt and would only get the name Hiccup. Please, don't make this harder for either of us," Stoick replied.

Valka didn't want to release her baby, but her body's weakened state made it easy for Stoick to take the child. He sat beside her and held her in one of his arms as she cried. Stoick and Valka remained like this until Gobber returned a while later. He had gone to prepare the small boat with a basket in it during that time.

"Goodbye my little Hedvig. I know you'll show them that you are strong and can battle this. You will survive," Valka spoke softly to her child. She lowered her weary body against the bed and closed her eyes. Stoick remained stoic and slowly walked out of the room with the little package in his arm. Gobber followed behind his friend and chief in silence while they made their way to the docks.

Where usually the moonlight would cast its pale glow on the boardwalks only dark shadows remained, the new moon hiding all faces and obstacles as Stoick and Gobber's heavy, yet surefooted, paces rang out across the waves. Many of the villagers were waiting at the dock's for the chief as word made its way quickly through the village. Stoick stood at the dock's edge, looking down at the little boat and basket for his Hiccup. He gently placed her in the basket and pushed the boat away from the dock. The tide slowly pulled the boat away from the island with each ebb and flow the basket faded into the distance, quickly disappearing between the crests.

Unbeknownst to the villagers, a large ebony dragon with bat-like wings flew high above the village following a feeling. It kept high in the sky, circling the village on this moonless night. He had followed this feeling whilst looking for something to help his mate who was trying to lay their egg.

He gazed down using his superior night vision to watch the event unfolding. He then picked up on what he was feeling. He felt a dragon soul coming from that human they were putting out to sea. He waited and kept watching the little boat moving farther away from the island.

When he saw the humans leaving the docks, he knew that he could grab and save this dragon soul. He slowly spiraled down towards the little boat, keeping his eyes locked on the boat as it moved on the sea surface.

Once he was close enough, he reached out with his front paws and grasped the little basket, carrying it off into the night.

"A dragon soul in a human body. This is very interesting. Maybe this human is like the ones from the ancient stories, when we were at peace with the humans," he murmured to himself whilst flying quickly back towards where he had left his mate and friends.


Well here is the start of a new story. I know it isn't much, but it's a start. I'm slowly writing this between other things and waiting on stuff to come back for Elemental Fury Saga and such. Don't worry, nothing is dropped with my other stories. Enjoy and let me know what you think.