Conquered
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It is never too late to become who you were meant to be. Sometimes, all it takes it the ultimate stupid decision in order to set things right. Sometimes, all it takes is to run away.
A "what if Hiccup and Toothless left Berk" story. A non-original plot with an original twist. Hope you all enjoy it.
Warning: This story will contain spoilers from the sequel. Spoilers start in chapter ?. (Spoilers have yet to be included)
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"No!"
The axe that had been so near Toothless's neck, barely stopped an inch from Hiccup's nose.
Stoic looked to his son, surprise and pain in his face as he watched his son cover the Night Fury's head with his own body.
"Step aside," the Chief growled as he gave his useless son the best glare he could muster.
But Hiccup didn't budge. In fact, his glare was even more intimidating than Stoic's.
"Hiccup," he growled, but the rest of his sentence was lost to the muffled roar of the pinned dragon. Every Viking watched as Hiccup turned and knelt, hand on the beast's nose.
"Thanks, bud," he whispered. "And I'm sorry."
The dragon made a cooing nose, eyes soft as they looked at the boy.
"Traitor!" Stoic yelled. "You'll die with this beast."
Toothless's eyes instantly snapped over to him and his pupils narrowed.
"Chief!" Astrid shouted as she forced her way in front of him. "Hiccup's right! That Nightmare wasn't going to hurt him until you startled it!"
"Are you blaming me for this?!"
Astrid instantly backed down, eyes on the way Stoic's fists whitened from his grip on the weapon.
"Sir, please," she tried again, head bowed.
"You tried to turn her against us too?" the man hissed to his son as he pushed Astrid aside. "Hiccup, this is your worst mistake yet."
Hiccup shook his head as he stood to face his father. "Dad," he breathed.
"You're not my son."
A visible shard cut through Hiccup's chest; his eyes widened and mouth fell open as he searched for the lie that wasn't there.
"Dad..."
"Lock him up. I'll finish this devil."
But no one moved to grab Hiccup. They were all rooted by the shock of his event; a stir running through the crowd as they pondered both sides.
"Listen to me," Hiccup tried, but his dad cut him off by raising his weapon and pointing it at the fishbone of a boy.
"Not a word," he threatened. "You've thrown your lot in with them. You're not a Viking. You have no right to speak."
"The dragons will just keep attacking if you don't listen!"
"ENOUGH!"
Silence fell upon the arena.
Stoic looked to the young boy, face as impassive as he could make it although the corner of his lip twitched with the sorrow he held back. "You've betrayed us, Hiccup. You know the punishment for this."
"Stoic," Goober tried s he stepped forward.
"No Gobber."
"He's your son!"
Stoic shook his head. "Not anymore."
"You can't just kill 'im!"
Stoic turned to face his lifelong friend. "Are you ordering me? I am your Chief, Gobber!"
The blacksmith glanced to Hiccup and made a subtle gesture towards the Night Fury.
"And I am your friend, Stoic. Lock the boy away for the night and sleep on it. He could help us with the dragon raids; he seems to know their ways after all."
"He'll just get in the way. Worse than before, even! And I won't have a traitor living on my island!"
As this conversation progress into a heated argument, Hiccup managed to sneak through the crowd and pry open the Nadder's cage. With a head on her snout, Hiccup tamed her within seconds. He moved on to the other cages and followed suit.
"Think you can help us?" he muttered to the magnificent beasts.
The Nadder seemed to nod as it silently crept behind the unaware Vikings. She waited to spread her wings until Hiccup was, once again, at the side of his Night Fury. The Zippleback waited until Hiccup's hand touched Toothless before they began to spark. The Gronckle stayed back, too clumsy to be quiet. And the Nightmare began to growl as soon as the other Vikings realized their mistake of ignoring Hiccup.
As one unit, they all rushed forward and attacked. The Vikings were thrown off Toothless and Hiccup was quick to jump on.
"Come on, bud, we've got to go!" Hiccup urged. Toothless, though he itched to join the fight, pounced through the hole he had created to jump into the ring.
"Hiccup!" both Astrid and Stoic shouted out.
"Get back here!"
"Go! Fly!"
And Toothless flew, aware that his rider's eyes were not on the horizon, but on the quickly receding island. On the dragons that his rider had freed and now followed him faithfully. He was also aware of the salty water falling on his scales; the water that had nothing to do with the great open blue below or above him. But to the dragon, it was a time to rejoice. It was time for them to become what they were always meant to be. No more hiding. No more useless titles. They weren't devils, they weren't in the way or a waste of space. They weren't downed animals just waiting to die. Not anymore.
No.
They were masters of the skies.
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Chibiyu: So I've had this idea since I first saw the movie in theaters. Ever noticed how Stoic moved to kill Toothless, but then Hiccup intervened with a shout? No? Well, that was the inspiration for this. Not very original, but I had to get it down. This story will have one more chapter before a major time skip (a HtTYD 2 time skip) occurs.
As always, thanks for reading. Until Next Update!