Disclaimer: I do not own the How to Train Your Dragon movie franchise, or the Final Fantasy franchise. These are owned by Dreamworks and Square Enix, respectively.

A/N: I couldn't resist. I'm an active FFXIV player, and I love How to Train Your Dragon. I had an image in my mind of Hiccup as a dragoon riding Toothless. Then Heavensward was announced. I was inspired. It was too tempting.

Note, because I need to know the Ishgardian lore much better in order to properly write this story, I will not update once it reaches the point where I need a very thorough understanding of it. In other words, not until about a month or so after Heavensward is released. I'll state when this is. Until then... enjoy the interesting crossover?

Dragon Soul

The Song

There was a song.

The voice was distant, a phantom of a single melody. Yet it echoed through everything, permeating his ears, his mind, his very blood. He could have chased it and never let go, it felt so kind, yet sad.

To all of my children in whom life flows abundant…

The sky rumbled. He could still hear the song, but something thundered around him now. It shrieked and sped past, the roar of something that filled all his senses.

It took him a moment to see the light flash from above. He looked up towards it.

The sky was falling through the thundering eye of a storm.

Stars, meteors, whatever they were; they burned and rained from the bright heaven's abyss, alighting the center and casting shadows through clouds. Everything circled together in one great movement. Here was the center of everything.

He watched in awe from the very middle of it all. The wind, the cold, the blaze of the falling stars, what he should have felt never touched him. Instead came the deafening roar that engulfed his entire being and shook his bones. The storm's eye floated above him, leaving him caught in its focus. It surrounded him. It was part of him.

His gaze stared up into the eye. It was blinding, turning his sight to white…

And it faded the world back into a dark, odd quiescence.

Hear…

A woman's voice, strong and nurturing. The same as the one singing. He glanced around, trying to find the source, but it sounded from everywhere.

Feel…

Soft sparkles of reflections and starlight gave sight. Something was bright in the distance, shimmering with gentle light.

Think…

He reached out. He could almost grasp what it was, who this voice was, and why it touched so deeply to his soul –

"GET UP!"

Hiccup jolted awake. His blurred vision in the candlelight had to adjust, but sharpened immediately as he recognized the face of his very irritated father.

"Dad!" he yelped. "Wha – what're you – what'd I do!"

"You wouldn't wake up, even with all my shoutin' and shakin'!" Stoick roared. "That dead to the world, eh? Get up, son, the dragons are raiding!"

It was at that moment that Hiccup realized he could hear the alarm bells all over the village, the rush of flames, and the avian screech of the Dravanians. Stoick was also halfway in the process of pulling on his armor.

He breathed. "Oh."

Then it hit him and he tumbled out of the bed.

"Where are they attacking at?" he pulled himself to his feet, running to his armor stand. He quickly ran his hands over the pieces, then grabbed at the scalemail.

Stoick grunted, apparently glad that his son had finally awoken. "Food supply and the armory. A squad of dragoons are already there." He snapped on a gauntlet, then spun back. "You're not joining them."

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I know that Dad!" he exclaimed. "The lancers already went over this!"

"No front lines for you! Yeh only just finished your main training!"

"I know!"

"Good!" Stoick yelled, fixing his other gauntlet. "You're with the others in your class on supply lines."

"With a burning armory?"

"At the smithy!"

"Works for me!"

"Here's your spear," Stoick threw it to Hiccup. He caught it with practiced ease and set it to the side as he continued to pull on armor pieces. "Get to 'em. I need to lead the defense."

Hiccup turned to his father. A knowing look passed between them.

"May Halone guide your axe," he spoke. "Be safe, Dad."

"And may she watch over you," Stoick replied, nodding. "Stay safe, son."

He grabbed his helmet, and with a spin of his cloak, was gone.

Hiccup grimaced and finished buckling himself into the scalemail. It was his first raid as a full-fledged lancer. Even if he was designated to resupply, he and the others in his class were expected to fight if necessary.

If not for the fact that he had witnessed several maimings and near deaths via dragon, and was himself a somewhat weak and lackluster lancer, he would have been far more excited about the prospects of killing a Dravanian.

If his mother hadn't been carried off by one when he was an infant, he would have had less reason for wanting to do so.

With a growl, Hiccup snapped on the protective visor. Whatever happened this early morning would happen. They would survive the raid. He might even get the chance to test out the variation on a bola launcher he had hidden in the smithy.

He grabbed his spear. He let his gaze linger around his room, at the sketches, mechanisms, small projects he had been working on. Just in case.

Then he took a deep breath and rushed out to join the fray.