I was reading a similar story to this one called GoD Among Shinobi written by HaretaSora. It's a Naruto/Dragon Ball Super crossover where he becomes the God of Destruction for Universe 11. It's a great story, you should check it out and leave a review. Anyway, mine is a bit different from his, aside from just the story category. There's a brief summary after this note, so I hope you guys enjoy the story anyway. It probably won't be updated often, but I'll try and make sure the chapters are nice and long, at least.
Summary: Things go horribly wrong when Hiccup tries to befriend the Nightmare in the arena. In the process of trying to save Hiccup, not only does Toothless end up dying, but so do the other dragons in the ring. In the midst of the bloodshed, a strange talking cat shows up and starts mocking Hiccup for standing up for the dragons. After a bit of this, he threatens to destroy Hiccup and everyone he loves. What follows after, will shake the universe to its very core.
*Note: Takes place after the tournament between Universes 6 and 7.*
"Hakai!" = Normal Speech
'Hakai!' = Thoughts
"Hakai!" = Someone Yelling
"As you command, so it shall be!" = Eternal Dragon Speaking
A Young Viking And His Unyielding Sorrow!
Hiccup took a deep breath and steeled his resolve as he stepped into the Dragon Training Ring. The entire village had shown up to bare witness to him killing the Monstrous Nightmare and becoming one of them. A fully fledged Viking. But Hiccup had other plans. First things first, he had to make his preparations look convincing.
He put on the helmet his father, Stoick the Vast Haddock, had made for him a couple of nights ago. Then, he made his way over to the rack that held all of the weapons. He chose a simple wooden shield and pulled a dagger off the weapon rack.
Stoick hummed as he sat on the Chief's throne, watching the event with the village elder, Gothi, and his best friend, Gobber the Belch. A dagger wasn't exactly the typical weapon of choice for a Viking if they were looking to kill a dragon as strong as the Monstrous Nightmare. It'd just bounce off of the creature's tough hide.
"I would've gone for the hammer." Stoick said to Gobber.
Once Hiccup was sufficiently prepared, he stepped into the center of the ring and took a deep breath to calm his already frazzled nerves.
"I'm ready." he said.
Someone yelled to open the gate to the cell holding the Monstrous Nightmare. As the gate was slowly unlocked, everyone watched with bated breath as they eagerly awaited the slaughter of one of nature's greatest beasts.
Then, all hell broke loose.
The gates slammed open as a dragon, the likes of which would cause any sane person to soil themselves in fear, burst out from the cell, roaring in anger!
The Monstrous Nightmare is rather aptly named. Only the greatest of Vikings go after those beasts. At sixty one feet from nose to tail and with a wingspan of sixty eight feet, this dragon is not one to be trifled with. Monstrous Nightmares come in many different colors such as purple, blue, scarlet, or green and possesses a long, snake-like neck and tail. Unlike some other breeds of dragon, it has no forelegs, and its ground-based locomotion is similar to that of Pterosaurs, except that it has a lower profile due to its sprawled wings. It can use its claw-tipped wings to "crawl" along the floor. Their horns might be used as a visual display and in defense, but the swept back position of the horns means it is unlikely to use them in combat. It's striped skin patterns seem to mimic that of a tiger's.
The Nightmare crawled all over the cage of the arena, lighting it's body ablaze with its own abilities of self-combustion. Quite frankly, many of the Vikings were beginning to have second thoughts about Hiccup surviving this particular encounter with a dragon.
But as the dragon slowly crawled down onto the ground and put out the fire covering its body, it heard how Hiccup whispered soft and comforting words to it. How he tried to make himself look as non threatening as possible.
"It's okay. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Hiccup said to the Nightmare.
Stoick looked on in confusion. Why wasn't Hiccup attempting to kill the Monstrous Nightmare. With how light that dagger is, he'd easily be able to throw it down the dragon's throat and make the beast choke on its own blood.
"What's he doing?" Stoick asked, more to himself than the other Vikings.
But Gobber shrugged in response anyway. And many other Vikings were beginning to mutter their own questions and words of outrage at Hiccup's lack of action.
"Easy. Easy." Hiccup whispered, putting down his dagger and shield.
He held his hands up, showing the Nightmare that he was unarmed. The dragon approached Hiccup, caution still in his wary eyes as he gazed upward at Hiccup's helmet. The young lad seemed to understand what the dragon was looking at and removed his helmet before saying the five words that would change the course of history for Berk and all of its surrounding lands.
"I'm not one of them."
With that, he dropped his helmet and caused everyone to either gasp or start murmuring about how crazy this was. Finally, the Nightmare relaxed and his pupils rounded out more, showing that he meant no harm to Hiccup. But with his own son going against the viking way, Stoick stood up in his chair and attempted to get everything settled his way.
"Stop the fight!" he demanded.
"No! You people need to see this!" Hiccup denied.
Hiccup extended a hand out towards the Nightmare, which focused its attention on the hand and slowly moved towards the boy.
"They're not what we think they are!" Hiccup announced.
His hand got closer and closer …
"We don't have to kill them!" he added.
The surprised and startled Vikings looked to their chief for guidance, who rose up and roared loudly.
"I said, stop the fight!"
He brought his hammer down hard, bending the bar which it hit. The metallic clang did its job, though. It startled the Nightmare enough to send it back into its aggressive, defensive state again. Just centimetres from having contact with Hiccup, it instead tried to snap his arm of as the pupils turned back to slits. The Vikings shout as it opened its mouth, this time firing another stream of fire chasing after Hiccup, the boy yelling as he ran away from the inferno.
Back in the Cove, a lying down Toothless perks up as this all happens, hearing and sensing Hiccup's distress and danger.
The Nightmare continued to chase Hiccup around the ring as he stumbled over, arms flailing about as he runs with all he can. Nearly all the Vikings can only stand and watch. Stoick, however, decided to take matters into his own hands, pushing his way through the crowds.
"Out of my way!"
Astrid, still inside the tunnel, ran to the gate and pushed her head through, screaming for the boy trapped inside.
"Hiccup!" she screamed.
She ran in the tunnel and grabbed one of the single sided axes off the wall, using it as a wedge to lift the gate up just enough for her to push herself underneath and into the arena.
Back in the Cove, Toothless is frantically trying to claw and scale his way up the rocky ledges encasing him. Pieces of rock chip off the stone as he leaps up higher and higher, roaring desperately to get out and go to Hiccup. One paw reaches the top of the Cove, the claws digging into the dirt and grass above.
In the arena, Hiccup is still outrunning the Nightmare, ducking under another stream of dragonfire as he ran to the weapons board. He picked up a shield and tried to hold it above him, but the Nightmare barrelled through the board and shattered the shield as it charged down Hiccup.
Running through the forest, Toothless is roaring in order to spur on further, leaping off a fallen trunk and flapping his wings in order to get to his rider quicker. As he lands and runs again, sheer determination and anger has consumed his expression as he speeds through the wilderness.
Stoick has made it to the outer gate of the arena, wrenching it open with pure strength. The Nightmare still chases Hiccup around, but it seems to be catching up. Astrid can only stand inside and watch.
"Hiccup!" Astrid cried in worry.
She looks to the destroyed weapons board and rushes over to it, kicking up a hammer and catching it mid-spin. Using her momentum, she hurled the weapon at the Nightmare, the blunt object striking the Nightmare hard and bringing it to the ground momentarily. It allowed Hiccup to escape from the Nightmare, but now its targets were set on Astrid. Fear took hold as she sprinted away from the dragon, slipping just less than it was. Stoick got to the gate and wrenched it open, motioning for the teens to come to him.
"This way!"
Astrid slid as the Nightmare overshot with its next flame breath, Hiccup yelling as it fired. Both teens began to run towards the chief. Astrid made it first, Stoick taking her and putting her beside him. Holding out a hand for Hiccup, he came agonizingly close before the Nightmare sent an inferno after Hiccup, missing the boy but hitting the left side of the gate.
Stoick brought his body in front of Astrid's to protect her from any of the blast, but all Hiccup could do was turn and run the other way, taking the Nightmare away from them. He tripped over as the Nightmare leapt off the wall after him, curling up and avoiding the large claws that pinned him down underneath the dragon. It lowered its head, ready to finish Hiccup off.
Gobber watched on in shock, but was brought around as the ear-whistling of the most legendary dragon known to Vikings grew louder and louder, coming from behind. The Vikings try to turn around as Toothless leaps high off a flight of steps, shooting a plasma blast right onto the meat bars and blasting his way into the arena. The impact on the arena threw those nearby out of the way as Toothless dove in, the insides shrouded in smoke. The ones thrown back clamour to the arena's edge, trying to get a glimpse into what's happening.
"Someone get in and help him!" cried out a female Viking.
From within the smoke, the flapping of wings both great and small can be seen through the smoke. The sharp claws pinning Hiccup in place are lifted from him as the Nightmare is drawn out of the smoke by Toothless, who is finally revealed to them all in its tussle with the other dragon.
"Night Fury!" Gobber gasped.
The two dragons fight tooth and claw as Toothless is thrown to the ground by the Nightmare, followed up by it trying to snap its jaws down on something of the Night Fury's. Toothless fends it off with his paws, eventually twisting the neck and kicking the larger reptile off him. Both hiss and roar at each other, the Nightmare trying to push around Toothless to get to Hiccup, but the Night Fury fending it off each time. The Viking teens watch stunned as Toothless gives one last roar to the Nightmare, the large dragon scampering off in defeat.
Hiccup gets to his feet and runs to Toothless, trying to push him away and tell him to leave, though Toothless does not want to move.
"Ok, Toothless, go! Get out of here!" urged Hiccup.
The Vikings cry as they jump into the arena, weapons armed as they seek to engage the legendary dragon. Toothless eyes them all, eyes darting every time a new one enters the arena and ignoring Hiccup's pleas for the Night Fury to leave.
"Go, go!"
Stoick looks to the weapons on the wall and grabs an axe, running in too.
"Stoick, no!" pleaded Astrid.
"Dad, he won't hurt you!" Hiccup exclaimed, trying to reason with his father.
But the stubborn chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe wouldn't listen. Toothless' eyes zone in on the chief, focusing on him as the next target. Stoick growls, teeth bared, as he goes to charge down the Night Fury who, in kind, is running to attack the chief, tossing and swatting all other Vikings that get in front of him.
"No, don't! You're only making it worse!" begged Hiccup.
Toothless pounces on Stoick as they tumble, Stoick on his back and his helmet knocked clean off. Toothless, pinning him down from on top, struggles against Stoick's attempts to get him off.
"Toothless, stop!" pleaded Hiccup.
They continue to fight, Toothless rising up and hissing the familiar hiss of a shot about to be fired. Stoick's face changes from anger to fear as the Night Fury charges up, about to fire.
"No! No!" cried Hiccup.
The green gas in Toothless mouth is swallowed as he turns around to the boy, sadly crooning at him.
"Get him!" yelled a random Viking.
But as the other Vikings charge in to fight and try to subdue Toothless, something amazing happened. The other dragons from the arena broke out of their cages and proceeded to charge in and fight off the vikings! Hiccup watched in a mixture of both awe and distress as the dragons and Vikings rush in to fight each other. Fire and weapons flying as each side tried to gain the upper hand.
The Nadder tried to fend off the Vikings with a combination of Spine Shot and magnesium fire, but it wasn't enough as he was soon brought down. The Gronckle attempted to keep them at bay by shooting lava blasts at the ground, but the Vikings were, surprisingly, smarter than they let on. They shot arrows at the Gronckle, hitting his wings and making him crash onto the ground before moving in to finish him off.
The Zippleback tried lowering the visibility of their enemies by breathing a thick cloud of gas to blind them. It had the desired effect, but before the spark head of the Zippleback could ignite the gas, one of the Viking women got in a lucky shot by throwing an axe right between the heads of the dragon, hitting it dangerously close to the heart and making blood spew all over the place. Much of this blood soaked the still frozen Hiccup, making him look at the blood, literally staining his hands, trembling at the horrible atrocities being done to these wonderful creatures.
The only dragons remaining alive and ready to fight were Toothless and the Nightmare, the latter having already set himself aflame. Toothless growled and spread his wings, rearing up on his hind legs to try and look bigger and more intimidating. But against hardened warriors like these Vikings, it was a lost cause.
The Nightmare had already been overwhelmed due to running out of shots and being doused with water, and had his wings torn off before being stabbed through the chest with a sword.
Hiccup did the only thing he could as his father - no - as Stoick hurled an axe at the dragon, who wasn't backing down if it meant protecting his best friend.
He screamed.
"TOOTHLEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!"
The dragon roared in great pain as the blade easily cut through his hide and flesh as he fell on his back, blood spilling from the wound. Hiccup ran towards his fallen friend, not caring if the whole tribe saw him crying for a dragon.
"Toothless, please! Stay with me! You can't die! You can't!" Hiccup begged through his tears.
Toothless could only look up weakly at the boy whom he's come to call a friend. Even a brother. Knowing he and the other dragons wouldn't survive this, the Night Fury warbled something to the other dragons. They all growled and chirped in response, managing to drag themselves to where Toothless lay. Slowly, with the last of their strength, each dragon gave Hiccup something that was once a part of them.
The Nadder shed a tail spine, the Nightmare gave to Hiccup one of his fangs, each head of the Zippleback gave a scale, the Gronckle gave one of his claws to the boy, and Toothless gave Hiccup his remaining organic tailfin.
And so, breathing their last breath, Toothless and the other dragons closed their eyes… for the final time in their lives.
It was all too much for Hiccup. He fell to his knees and cried openly at the loss of so many innocent lives. Even if those lives were those of dragons.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
*To Be Continued…*
Pairing: Harem (To Be Announced)
Well, there's the first chapter of my story, folks. I hope you all enjoyed it, because I had a lot of fun writing it. Now, while I'm writing the next chapter, I'm also going to be working on Hiccup's God of Destruction form, which will be making a brief appearance in the next chapter. Hope to see lots of great reviews, and I'll see you all next chapter! Adios, everyone!