Well, here it is. The long awaited sequel to The Viking Girl and the Hybrid. I said to myself I'd only publish this in March but hey, it's Valentines Day.
In an attempt to try limit my spelling and grammar mistakes that happened because of my speed-typing on a tablet, I have taken the entire movie's transcript (of which I don't own (or HTTYD either)) and I am writing my story around that. Also, quick catch up to newcomers who haven't read my previous story. I didn't take Hiccup's leg off. I just gave her a few bad burns. Also, Draven Mothlyn is my OC who is a human/dragon hybrid (created by another dragon race I created called Wraiths). So without further delay, I hope you guys enjoy the story.
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The island of Berk, five years after the events of Dragon Island. The best kept secret this side of, well, anywhere. Granted, it may not look like much, but that wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises. If you look close enough, you will see that it has changed over the years, such as the hanger structure built into the cliff side, a top of the line fire prevention system as well as a massive windmill that powers many things around the village such as the mentioned fire prevention sprinklers.
But why do the people of Berk need such structures? Why only for their pets of course. What kind of pets you ask? Well, let's just say that life there is amazing, just not for the faint of heart like the small group of jittery sheep running from shadow to shadow to hide. You see, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint, Berkians prefer a little something they like to call-Dragon Racing.
One sheep that was trying to hide got snatched by a passing Gronckle. A wash of five winged beasts blurs by. Dragons Barrel past at a dizzying speed, their riders swipe, kick, and roll into one another while they weave neck in neck between the houses, docks, and the revamped structures of Berk, trying to catch the highly maneuverable Gronckle and her rider in the tight spaces of the village.
"WHOOOOOOO!" Fishlegs who was now twenty cheered as he and Meatlug held the sheep and were leading the group. His victory was short lived however as the juvenile of the teens, Snotlout, slammed into the side of them with Hookfang, stealing the sheep.
"HO-HO! I'm sorry, Fishlegs! Did you want that?" Snotlout arrogantly gloated with his dragon giving a smug look to the Gronckle and her rider.
Fishlegs glared daggers at his opponent and gave Meatlug a tap to accelerate. It failed however as Hookfang flared his wings and Fishlegs overshot.
"Snotlout! That was mine!" Fishlegs shouted in frustration.
Back with Snotlout, he pulled up alongside Barf and Belch. "Here ya go, babe." Snotlout said with a chivalrous grin as he tossed the sheep to Ruffnut.
"Did I tell you that you look amazing today? 'Cause you do." Snotlout flirted with Ruffnut, hoping that getting her the sheep for the race would have helped.
Feeling somewhat disgusted, Ruffnut rolled her eyes and said to her Zippleback head "Ugh. Come on, Barf. It's starting to stink around here." who in tern began letting out his green gaseous napalm.
Seeing how idiotic Snotlout looked at that moment, Tuffnut came up next to him and mocked "Nope. Still hates you." Turning to his own Zippleback head, he enthusiastically yelled "Let's blow this place, Belch!"
The left head gladly did as told and sparked the trail of gas his brother was leaving, igniting it and blowing Snotlout and Hookfang away from their riders.
As they rushed past the grand stands with all the villagers, Ruffnut tossed the sheep into hers and her brother's basket suspended over a chasm at the lap crossing. The Barf/Belch basket filled to the brim with sheep. Presiding over the game, Stoick turns to the frenzied crowd.
"Ha-ha. That's nine for the Twins, Draven lies with six, Andor lags with three, Fishlegs and Snotlout trail with NONE!" Stoick mentioned as the dragons and their riders moved away from the stands and back into the village.
"And Hiccup is... nowhere to be found. Hmmm." Stoick finished as he eyed the Night Fury basket on the far end.
"Scared her off with the big talk, didn't ya, Stoick?" Gobber commented, standing by his friend.
Back in the air, Snotlout was busy minding himself until he felt two hard whacks over the back of his head. The first being Draven, now 21, atop his Skrill, Violet, and the second being Andor atop Stormfly.
"Hey jackass, have you been flying in the thin air again!?" Draven the human/dragon hybrid scolded.
"What?" Snotlout said, not knowing what Draven meant.
"They're going to win now!" Andor yelled, clearing up the argument.
"She's my princess! Whatever she wants, she gets!" Snotlout replied, having tried to gain the female twin's affection as of late.
"Ruffnut?! Didn't she try to bury you alive?!" Andor asked confusedly.
"Only for a few hours!" Snotlout carelessly replied, not actually getting the hint that Ruffnut wasn't at all interested in him.
While the three riders were arguing, Hookfang looked over to Stormfly on his left. "Hey Stormfly, doing anything later?" the stoker tried to flirt. "Ha, keep dreaming." the spiked dragon replied. Hookfang then looked over to the Skrill on his right and shot her a seductive look."So, Vi...You doing anything later." Hookfang flirted to the dark purple striker.
Rolling her eyes at the arrogant stoker, Violet discharged a small jolt of electricity from her wing into Hookfang, causing him to shudder in flight and fall behind for her to get away.
Seeing as most if not all the painted sheep had been caught, the riders began aimlessly flying around the island waiting for what they knew was coming.
Draven and Violet flew through the dragon hanger, the dragon feeding stations and the grooming stand as they searched for any remaining sheep but more specifically, the black sheep. Speaking of Draven the hybrid, he had actually gain a classification for what he was. Over the years, more and more hybrids began springing up. People who were only exposed to Wraith venom for that infamous nine seconds and had the will to not let the venom take over them. What were they? They were known as Pyro-Typhons.
Back on the grandstands, Stoick leaned over to Gobber and whispered to the blacksmith "It's time, Gobber."
"Righty-ho! Last lap!" Gobber announced to the crowd and gave a wave to another viking at the Thunderdrum-shaped giant horn.
The horn's sound bellowed across the village, alerting the riders of what was coming. "The Black Sheep! Come on, Violet! We can still win this thing!" Draven anxiously said to his dragon as they began to ascend far above the village. They knew that the other riders and their dragons would swarm together to get the black sheep. The Typhon and Skrill however had other plans.
Slowly, a vertical launching slingshot loaded with a black sheep was positioned into the central plaza of the village, with all the riders and their Dravon's scrambling to get their first.
Gobber was operating the launcher as he made his final checks and then said to the sheep "This is your big moment. Have a nice flight!"
Pulling the trigger, the Black Sheep launched high into the air. Andor spots it and steered Stormfly into a steep climb toward it. "Up, up, up, up, up, up!" the blonde viking continuously said to his dragon in a competitive tone of voice.
As they got close, Stormfly opened her talons to grab the sheep, but at the last second in a flash, Fishlegs and Meatlug flew in and nabbed the sheep. "NO!" Andor yelled in frustration. "YES! Good job, Meatlug!" Fishlegs cheered to his boulder dragon.
Moving towards the twins and their Zippleback, Fishlegs tossed to black sheep to Ruffnut. "Here ya go, darling! Mine's worth ten!" Fishlegs said. "Yeah! The Black Sheep!" Ruffnut cheered. If she and her brother bagged the black sheep, they would have won by a long shot.
From high on up, Draven and Violet were having trouble watching what was transpiring during this race. Sure, Snotlout and Fishlegs had hinted at it recently but watching them openly fight about it was something else entirely. "Those guys are fighting for Ruffnut?!" Violet said confusedly.
"Oh, I'm gonna need some therapy after hearing that sentence. Let's finish this." Draven replied. Maneuvering to her above the Zippleback, Draven and Violet prepared to execute their plan.
Back on the Zippleback, the twins were halfway around the village in their lap to get to the finish. "I'm totally winning!" Ruffnut cheered to herself.
"We're winning together!" Fishlegs cheerily said next to Ruffnut. Pulling on her dragon's horns, she rams Barf into Meatlug, sending Fishlegs into an uncontrolled spin. He slammed into Snotlout, sending their dragons tumbling head over tail. The crowd went wild watching the utter carnage of their favourite past time.
"Whoo-hoo! NO ONE CAN STOP ME NOW!" Ruffnut cheered again. Tuffnut however was getting rather annoyed that Ruffnut was the only one between them getting all the sheep.
"Except for me! We're attached, genius! Quit trying to steal all my glory." Tuffnut yelled as he tried to grab the sheep for himself, inciting a tug-of-war.
Draven and Violet watched from above and noticed that Andor and Stormfly were flying just behind the twins, preparing to possibly steal the black sheep. Making their move from high on up, Draven rolled off of Violet into a free fall with the Skrill close behind.
Andor lined Stormfly up to make his move when he and all the spectators noticed that a certain hybrid and his Skrill had other plans.
Violet was just in front of Draven as they aimed for the Zippleback. "Get 'em, Draven!" Stoick yelled out.
The twins however were too busy to notice that with their tug-of-war, they had perfectly lined up the sheep for Draven.
"It's MY glory!"
"Always ruining EVERYTHING!"
"NO SHEEP, NO GLORY!"
The twins continually bickered, until Draven passed right between them, snagging the sheep and landing perfectly on Violet's saddle. "Gotcha! Seeya' suckers!" Draven taunted with a maniacal cackle whilst flipping off is opponents.
"DRAVEN!" Ruffnut and Tuffnut shouted together in frustration, knowing full well they had just lost since there was no chance in hell their dragon could catch a Skrill.
Andor knew he wouldn't be able to catch Draven either, yet he wasn't at all mad. He simply gave a smirk and a approving nod. So long as it wasn't any of the others that won.
Stoick and the crowd all cheered out together in awe of Draven's daring and successful move. "Well played! That's my future son-in-law!" Stoick bellowed with excitement.
Draven and Violet meanwhile were eyeing the fast-approaching finish line, until Fishlegs and Meatlug rammed into their side in an attempt to send them off course. Violet however was able to maintain her composure and stayed in the air, until she and her rider noticed Snotlout and Hookfang dead ahead. "Uh, excuse me!" Snotlout taunted with hammer in hand, intent on taking the sheep from Draven.
Draven was amused to say the least. 'Haven't these idiots learned anything yet?' the Pyro-Typhon thought to himself as Fishlegs and Snotlout moved in.
Since Dragon Racing's only rule was 'get the sheep into the basket by any means necessary', Draven employed his ever growing and strengthening abilities to get past Snotlout, and with Fishlegs and Snotlout cheating to make Ruffnut win, it only seemed fair. Quickly raising his free hand, he gripped and ripped a cloud from the sky, bringing it down like a falling star and blanketing himself in a thick fog. With the cover, Violet rolled sideways and evaded Hookfang.
Snotlout blindly hurled his hammer in the fog and hit not but Fishlegs' face. Even with the fog, the crowd was still able to see what happened and collectively winced in unison.
Draven and Violet emerged from the fog still in possession of the sheep whilst still in their barrel roll. Passing over the finish, Draven tossed the sheep into his basket.
"That's sixteen! Draven takes the game!" Stoick cheered out with joy. Taking the victory lap, Draven flew over the crowd basking in his victory, taking and giving high-fives to the crowd.
Yep. Berk is pretty much perfect. All of Hiccup and Draven's hard work had paid off. And it's a good thing too, because with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger.
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The endless ocean and the boundless sky. Vast. Clear. Crisp. And from it, a Night Fury rockets across the horizon, parting the water from the sheer speed he was flying at. The image of unbridled freedom. Tucked into her riding position, Hiccup and Toothless flew as one. They dipped, rolled and dove, over a sea teeming with Thunderdrums, Seashockers and Scauldrons, pulling off daring maneuvers with honed refinement, making them seem effortless.
"Yeah!" Hiccup cheered out as she switched Toothless' tail up and began ascending into the heavens.
Heading skyward, Toothless and his rider rolled and tumbled through the ethereal cloud-scapes, eventually joining high-flying Timberjacks as they soared in formation. Hiccup was bound head-to-toe in a snug, aerodynamic suit - an asymmetrical, functional design of leather and articulated plates.
Taking in the majestic scenery, Hiccup was eager to try something. "What do ya think, bud? You wanna give this another shot?" she asked her Night Fury with a pat on his side.
"Ugh, that didn't go so well last time." Toothless grumbled in protest. "Toothless! It'll be fine!" Hiccup reassured her dragon with another pat.
With a click of a lever, she locked the pedals in the flared tail position. Hiccup then unhooked herself from the saddle. "Ready?" Hiccup asked her dragon.
Toothless snorted unenthusiastically but was willing to try Hiccup's plan again. Suddenly, Hiccup slid off of Toothless, peeling away from him like a skydiver from a plane, yelling as she plummeted with Toothless close behind. They spiraled through the air, face-to-face, Toothless having fun despite his dislike for Hiccup's idea. Hiccup then slipped her arms through a pair of tucked leather flaps, yanking on them and unfurling sheets of leather as she extended her arms.
They catch the wind, snapping like wings and sending her gliding! Toothless unfolds his wings too, catching up with Hiccup. The freedom is palpable. Hiccup and Toothless were for the moment, the same. Feeling the same rush of adrenaline. Independently together. They plunge past cloud formations, splitting apart then crossing paths again, with Toothless keeping Hiccup in the air with several blasts of plasma, the heat catching in Hiccup's wings and giver her altitude.
"THIS IS AMAZING!" Hiccup yelled out in bliss as she flew. All was going well until a dense cloud formation past, revealing a towering rock formation right in Hiccup's path.
"No longer amazing! TOOTHLESS!" Hiccup shouted for help, seeing as she couldn't steer very well with her wings.
"Hang on, I'm coming!" Toothless yelled as he poured on the speed, trying to catch Hiccup. Unfortunately, with his locked tail, it made his maneuvering difficult. Unable to pull up at a steep enough angle, Toothless blasted the upcoming sea stack and grabbed Hiccup, wrapping her up in his wings for protection.
Getting bast the explosion and sea stack, Toothless tumbled and crashed into several tree on another sea stack and rolled to the ground.
"Ugh, that went well." Toothless sarcastically said as he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Opening his wings, he let Hiccup crawl out of his arms.
"Whoo. That really came out of nowhere." Hiccup joked as she stood up to fold up her wing suit.
Hearing a loud crack, the duo turned around to see the sea stack Toothless shot shatter and crumble into the sea. "That's the second time this week Hiccup!" Toothless grumbled to his rider with some level of annoyance.
"We gotta work on your solo flying there, bud. That, uh, locked-up tail makes for some pretty sloppy rescue maneuvers, eh?" Hiccup said as she finished tying up her wings and removing her helmet. Hiccup kept her hair braided and had it go down her left side in order to hide the burns on her neck from the battle against the Red Death five years earlier.
Taking in the scenery, Hiccup looked out to see a the vast forest and mountain range of a new land. "Oh. Looks like we've found another one, bud." Hiccup said to her dragon in awe. It amazed Hiccup to how she always found new lands. How there just didn't seem to be an end to the world.
Annoyed with his rider, Toothless threw a small pebble at Hiccup's head. Turning around, Hiccup saw Toothless grumbling as he looked the other way. "Oh, what? You want an apology? Is that why you're pouting, big baby boo?" Hiccup said as she approached her dragon.
"Well... try this on!" Hiccup said as she hugged Toothless while also playfully wrestling with him. "Oh, ya feeling it yet? Huh? Picking up on all of my heartfelt remorse?"
Standing on his hind legs, Hiccup hung from Toothless' neck as he walked towards the edge if the sea stack. "Oh, come on, come on. You wouldn't hurt an innocent, slightly singed- AHH!" Hiccup said, until she noticed Toothless dangling her over a 200 meter drop.
"Oh, now you're afraid of falling?" Toothless said with a laugh as Hiccup clung to his neck.
"O-oh, oh! You're right! You're right! You win! You win!" Hiccup said to her dragon apologetically.
"Accepted." Toothless replied as he fell backwards and rolled over, playfully pawing at Hiccup to the ground.
"She's down! Oh, and it's ugly! Dragons and Vikings, enemies again, locked in combat to the bitter-" Hiccup and Toothless playfully hit each other, until Toothless dropped his entire weight onto Hiccup, pinning her. "-Aaahhhhh! "
Still wanting to punish Hiccup for scaring him, Toothless began licking Hiccup's face, knowing she didn't at all enjoy it.
Shoving him off of herself, Hiccup rolled back and stood up, trying to wipe the spit off. "Gaaaaagh! You know that doesn't wash out!" Seeing Toothless laugh at her, Hiccup splashed his own spit back at him.
Looking back at the new island she discovered, Hiccup pulled out her map she had been working on. Unfolding all it's edges, she took out some spare paper, stuck it onto the map with Toothless' saliva and began marking the island on the map,
"So... what should we name it?" Hiccup asked Toothless, only to see him chewing himself under his arm.
"'Itchy Armpit' it is." Hiccup jokingly said as she continued marking the map.
When Toothless finished grooming himself, he moved up next to Hiccup to watch her work on the map. "Whaddya reckon, bud? Think we might find a few Timberjacks in those woods? The odd Whispering Death or two in the rocks? Who knows... maybe we'll finally track down another Night Fury." Hiccup said, pondering her thoughts. "Wouldn't that be something?"
"Though I'm guessing you wouldn't care much for finding a female Night Fury, since you already have someone special." Hiccup jokingly said, referring to the fact that Toothless and Violet the Skrill were mates. Toothless simply grinned as he rolled his eyes and looked out over the scenery.
"So, whatddya say? Just keep going?" Hiccup asked Toothless, actually wanting to hear his opinion.
"Searching for adventure with you? You know the answer is yes." Toothless replied as he gazed out over the island with curiosity.
The attention of both was caught when they heard the sound of a dragon shrieking behind them. Turning around, they watched as a familiar dark purple striker-class dragon swooped in and land on the sea stack, with Draven Mothlyn atop her. Seeing his beloved mate, Toothless ran over excitedly to greet Violet.
"Afternoon kind sir." Hiccup cheerfully greeted her boyfriend. "Where have you been?"
Dismounting his Skrill, Draven gave Toothless a scratch under his jaw as he went over to Hiccup. "Oh, schooling everyone at races. The real question is... where have you been?" the hybrid replied.
"Avoiding my dad." Hiccup plainly answered. Taking a seat beside Hiccup, Draven asked her with a small level of disinterest "Oh, what now?"
Dropping her pencil and getting up, Hiccup began "Oh, you're gonna- you're gonna love this. I wake up. The sun's shining. Terrible Terrors are singing on the rooftop. I saunter down to breakfast, thinking all is right in the world and I get: "Hiccup, we need to talk."", imitating her father at that last part.
Imitating Hiccup, Draven joking interrupted "Not now, Dad. I've got a whole day of goofing off to get started."
Laughing at Draven's impersonation, Hiccup stated whilst pacing "Okay, first of all, I-I don't sound like that, who- what is this character? And second... what is that thing you're going with my shoulders? That's a truly flattering impersonation. Anyway he goes: 'You're the pride of Berk, dear. And I couldn't be prouder!'"
"Aw, thanks, Dad. I'm pretty impressed with myself, too." Draven jokingly impersonated again, while also shrugging his shoulders again like Hiccup.
"When have I ever done that with my hands?" Hiccup asked, laughing as she gestured to Draven. The Pyro-Typhon simply shot Hiccup a raised eyebrow at how she was shrugging her arms right now.
Moving up to Draven, she placed her hands on his arms to get him to stop shrugging them. "Okay... just... hold still. It's very serious." Hiccup asked pleaded with her boyfriend, who eventually was able to put on a straight face.
Going back into her pace, Hiccup continued "You're all grown up, and since no chief could ask for a better successor, I've decided-"
"TO MAKE YOU CHIEFTESS!" Draven excitedly shouted out in realisation. "Oh, my gods! Hiccup, that's AMAZING!" Draven said as he got up and tried to give Hiccup a congratulatory hug, only for the two of them to be knocked over by Toothless and Violet who were playfully chasing each other around the island.
Helping each other up, Hiccup finished with an unenthusiastic tone "Yeah, so... this is what I'm dealing with."
"What did you tell him?" Draven asked, curious as to why Hiccup sounded disappointed. "I-I didn't." Hiccup stuttered out. "By the time he turned around, I was gone."
"Huh, well, it's a lot of responsibility." Draven said as he folded up the map to give back to Hiccup. "The map will have to wait for sure, and I'll need to fly Toothless, since you'll be too busy..." Draven continued, but paused at the realisation of his extremely poor choice of words. Looking back to Hiccup, he could see in her eyes that it wasn't what he said that bothered her, but still the idea of leading the village.
"I-It's not me, Drav." Hiccup said, wishing that her father would have given the mantle of leadership to someone else. "All those speeches, and planning, and running the village... that's his thing."
"I think you're missing the point. I mean, chief. What an honor. I'd be pretty excited, and that's saying a lot." Draven said back, trying to comfort and reassure Hiccup not to doubt herself.
Yet for the Night Fury rider, things just weren't that simple from her perspective. "I'm not like you. You know exactly who you are. You always have. I'm still looking. I know that I'm not like my father... and I never met my mother... so, what does that make me?" Hiccup pondered, sitting back down looking to the ground.
Taking a seat as well and place his arm over Hiccup's shoulders, Hiccup leaned into Draven's side as the hybrid comfortingly said "What you're searching for isn't out there, Hiccup." Placing his other hand over Hiccup's heart, he finished "It's in here. Maybe you just don't see it yet."
Draven leaned down and kissed Hiccup on the cheek, but pulled back at the taste Toothless' spit. Whilst he tried to wipe it off, Hiccup looked back out over the horizon and noticed something.
"Maybe. But, y'know, there is something out there." Hiccup said curiously with her eyes locked on the horizon.
Draven was beginning to feel as if he was wasting breath trying to reassure Hiccup. "Ugh, woman, you're not making this easy for me..." he said looking down, until Hiccup grabbed his chin and pointed him at a towering pillar of smoke rising over the mountains in the distance.
With his attention on the smoke, Draven's pupils shrunk as he used his dragon sight to see further. As he looked out to the smoke, Hiccup went back to get Toothless and Violet. Draven's curiosity slowly began to grow as something other than the smoke caught his attention.
Hiccup brought both striker dragons back when she noticed Draven still standing on the cliff side. "Dragons are ready, let's go check that out." Hiccup said, but Draven remained frozen on the edge.
Moving over to the hybrid, Hiccup noticed several bad signs. One: she could feel the unnatural chill coming off of Draven, something that only happened when Wraiths or Pyro-Typhons were aggravated. Two: she could see that even with his right hand gloved, its pale blue glow was slowly increasing. Lastly, when she looked into his eyes, she saw that the white of his eyes was turning black, and the red was intensifying.
"There's a Wraith down there." Draven answered with a low growl, staring at the woods ahead of them. "Though there's something...different, about it."
"You know they're territorial." Draven said to his companion. "So we're not reaching that smoke with that thing in our way." Looking out to the forest for a moment, Hiccup asked her partner "Any ideas?"
"Just one. I do my job." Draven plainly answered as he turned around and mounted his dragon. "I'm not called the Wraith Hunter for nothing."
With that, Violet took to the air and towards the forest with Hiccup and Toothless close behind.
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Why did I choose the name 'Pyro-Typhon'? Well 'Pyro' meaning fire, and 'Typhon' from Greek mythology of the monster god, who was a mix of multiple creatures. It was the best name I could find for my hybrids seeing as how I created Wraiths from blending multiple dragons together.