The Story of an young boy named Hiccup, who was shunned and ostracized for being what his own people had been calling names; none such more hurtful than Useless. When the Mystical Night Fury who was dubbed thy name "Toothless" takes him under his very reptilian wings, the damage has been done for far too long in the past 15 Years that passed. Now it was time to get revenge on those who hurt him, but an Tyrannic Dragon Queen known to the Dragons as Red Death the Bane of Queens stands in his way. Now under the name of Drayko, he along with his many new friends will rise up to take down this hellish monster who claims herself to be the Queen of all Dragons and restore the liberation of all who are possessed under her control...
(A/N: As if you don't know who owns what already, this Story along with the other two however belongs to me; so that seems fair)
This... is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery among the series of isles that make up the Barbaric Archipelago. It's snows nine months an year and hails the other three, any food that grows here is tough, tasteless and raw. The inhabitants that grow here are even more so. The most of these people on Berk are willing to take the good with the bad, but there are those who will never learn to accept the life of a runt, and will do anything; even illegal things to drive them out of their way for good. This is where our story begins, on a cold night where the moon had only begun to go down...
This Village that rested on Berk's soft and breezing grass of the cold winds is, in a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building here is new. The local activities here on Berk consist of hunting for livestock, sparring to prepare ahead and fishing before the icebergs of winter sets in since it is said that Berk is so close to the heavens above. At the end of the long hard day is of course, the charming sunsets. But if one could just take off those glasses for one minute and pull their friends heads out of their asses, then one would know that the real problems on Berk are the pests that infest it. Most places have disease carrying mice or obnoxious mosquitoes. Well, Berk has none of that at all, thank god. But what Berk has to deal with is far worse than those, Berk has...
"Dragons!" The alerted shout came from within a house accompanied by a loud bang and bright flaring light that could be seen as evidence by the cracks underneath the door. Who would have guessed that this night was going to be a Dragon Raid? Well, it's time to get filthy and get dangerous here because these Dragons sure as well don't fuck around. Most of everyone's guess would be that they evacuate, smart people would evacuate as well; even people who don't want to lose their lives would. But not these inhabitants: They are Vikings. Historical and Brutal warriors who these kind were not very smart and have even the slightest issue with being stubborn, losing in the easiest games ever and bathing so that nobody would smell like utter horse shit. Well, if they rode Horseback at least. Among the most dangerous were three of the most famous ones that Berk could and would never get their hands on like Ragnar Lombok, Eric Bloodaxe and Bjorn Ironside. Oh how these Vikings envied those three for not being apart of their Tribe known as the "Hairy Hooligans" they could use some help with these Dragons at least
But the Real Heroes everyone expects them to be is not always the strongest, most brutal nor were they ever so powerful. No, the hero of this Story was an Viking who was of small stature, refusal to go into battle and is the apprentice to the Blacksmith. Like any other lone Vikings, this one had no real friends of his own. Unlike others, his name was Hiccup, life for Hiccup didn't really change all that much except when he lost what was close to him the most. Every day he would wake up and take a bath elsewhere as he hates using the local showers. He would go by himself and spent time alone. He would even go hunting for smaller fauna to eat and he would also draw, build creations and make signs that were suitably serious and menacing. Most of the time, he was left to his own devices, and that was just the way he liked it. What Hiccup couldn't possibly really know was that the wicked plan of somebody he had never believed was real was about to destroy his lonesome, solitary life away from his own Tribe forever
"HICCUP!" The young boy looked up from the book he was reading upon hearing his name, neck length hair touching the very edge of his shoulders. He closed the book shut and stood up, stretching out above his head head as he was called again with a more impatient tone than before. Placing the book on the shelf and making his way out of the house, he dodged in time to avoid being slammed by Ack, who was having his brandy just now. Oh how these Vikings love their alcoholic drinks so much. Where Hiccup was running to happened to be the Forge, his only joy of feeling happiness there and the one place where he should be whenever an Dragon Raid such as this one began. Now if he really was there, then who's the one that's helping defend the Village then?
His every movement he made was unhurried and every step was lazy as hell itself, it was made clear that he wants absolutely nothing to do with this raid at all. But the Gods above and fate itself are planning something alright, he was sure of it, it was one destiny that unknown to him; would turn the tides of the War in his favor. Now he did of course made sure to keep all eyes peeled for what or wherever an tail maybe close by, perhaps even somewhere he doesn't expect. But in truth be told, the Dragons didn't attack him with Fire, Spikes, Acid, Burning Water or even Ice at all. He could reminisce on the time that one Zippleback was flying overhead and came down to attack his neighbors just for picking on him, they gave him a ride to the Forge and he hugged him in return as a thanks. But then there just times that he would swear these Beasts were defending him at all costs, often and always hoarding him to the safety of the Forge and away from the chaos that was Viking and Dragon fighting to the death. Well, at least they're far more gentle than all the other Vikings who were cheap bastards. Now if anybody lived on Berk, then the reason was clear to them all
Thinking it about it now, he thought back to the times that they pulled him out of the way with their claws, sheltered him from the mentioned chaos and even carried him away to somewhere safe. By the minute that he stepped in, he was assaulted with an arm full of broken Swords and Shield. Every Viking on this godforsaken piece of shit called Berk were never aware of the fact that Hiccup was an apprentice to the Blacksmith, speaking of which he spoke in relief,"Oh thank Odin ye have not been carried off my boy, Now ye better start on those first" Gobber, Berk's finest Blacksmith and mentor limped around and was making sure to holler away when the Dragons came close in excitement, because who wouldn't?
"Of course I will" He answered, reforging Swords and Shields didn't take too long as it was his joy and happiness after all. Nothing like being in the Forge and away from the violent exterior outside, and sure as hell nothing like inventing machines like his own; not that he would ever use them against Dragons of course, because he just doesn't want to prove himself to be one. Isn't being born into the Tribe enough? No, it isn't enough, you have to prove your worth just to stay. God Dammit, sometimes Hiccup hates tradition. Well anyways, he continued on some more and worked like no tomorrow. 9 Broken Swords, 7 Axes, 8 War Hammers, 5 Maces later and that's when an ballistic whistle pierced through the air and struck the Forge, Hiccup knew that sound anywhere and Gobber took with a crazy happy yell. Oh dear god no, not that sound. Odin help us all, it could only mean one thing. The one, the only...!
"NIGHT FURY!" As if Hiccup had been waiting all this time, he immediately made his way to the window and saw the mystical figure whom under the dark cover of the fading night, the ever so illuminating Moonlight and of course the occasional light of the Plasma Bolts it fired off, the Dragon was not seen. This was a Dragon that was among the three things: Never reveals itself, never steals food and never misses. The only time it misses is when it does so on purpose. The Night Fury turned and shot many Plasma Bolts down at the Village and as with every raid of course, Hiccup would not turn up such a opportunity to see it, thus heading out and ignoring the so-called duty of the Village. Gobber cried out in alarm and told him to come back, at least that's when the Village needed him on the battlefield. That didn't stop him from thinking about his apprentice and his safety, he might even make a better father perhaps. So with his double edged Battleaxe attached to his prosthetic limb, he ran out to join the fight
Now although both Hiccup was given an path made by the Beasts and the Dragons had been given more than enough of a distraction to carry off the many sheep and yaks; this doesn't mean that they were ready to fly off and retreat just yet. This very thought had made him even more curious than he could before. Throughout the entire raid that had went on with very little bloodshed, as it was the Vikings who were receiving it, the Night Fury rained more Plasma Bolts down on the Vikings and not only took out the weapons; but also aided in fending off the Redbloods from the Nadders, tearing off the racks for the Gronckles with it's questionably powerful strength, blowing up the sheep house of Silent Sven for Zipplebacks and taking out the towers for the Nightmares. But as the Night Fury let off another charged Plasma Bolt, this one had unknowingly fired towards Hiccup and was racing up to the boy; who was running through
Just when everything seemed to be jeopardy, A Monstrous Nightmare flew right above Hiccup and managed to slam him down to the side without it's own bulk crushing him underneath, hell it was easily larger than him for fucks sake! Hiccup, now shielded and unknowingly warmed by the heated underbelly of the Nightmare saw the Plasma Bolt hit against it's incredible and durable scales. Afterwards, the Nightmare picked him back up with surprising gentleness before it flew off with an barely heard, but soft coo. Hiccup continued on running afterwards, at least until the source of all his inner torment came running to him
"Hiccup!" He winced upon hearing that voice call out to him, he knew that voice anywhere and everywhere's been; not even Gobber could protect him from such man. It was his Father, none other than Stoick the Vast, Chieftain of the Hairy Hooligan Tripe, an terrifying sight to behold and to be reckoned with. He stomped his way over to him, massive battleaxe in one hand and an shield in the other, strength easily able to held the weapon. Hiccup knew of the expression on that Man's face, he was the victim of the bloodthirsty expression, terrible and unkindled rage. "WHAT THE HEL DO YOU THIN YOU'RE DOING BOY!" His Father had bellowed out, voice carrying through the Village. If there was one thing that separated him from others, then it was the fact that parents would try in every possible and limited way to keep their children out of the carnage of the Dragon Raid. But not Stoick, he was more concerned about why in gods name was he not taking up arms with the others, acting as a fire brigade and running around like headless horseriders (A/N: I'm not putting in Headless Chickens, that's stupid) It didn't really matter if he held the honorable but hidden position of Blacksmith, he expected him to be on the battlefield right here and then
Before Hiccup could give his own version of an answer, an Gronckle just so happened to ram into Stoick's side as if it was giving him the warning to leave the boy alone, he's just a teenager dammit. The Chieftain however turned his rage onto the Dragon and began beating the beast with both his Shield and massive strength. Each cry of pain was let out as the big man pummeled him to the ground and Hiccup just couldn't allow himself to bare the image anymore. An split second of it all stopping had allowed the Gronckle to cry out, blood flooding out of the various wounds across it's own body and out of energy as it can't take it anymore. Stoick went back to beating but all the Dragons had now taken off with their prizes, the Night Fury had darted from the darkened moonless sky and shot one final Plasma Bolt towards their house before vanishing, until the next raid begins
The Dragons have won for now, but they will be back soon enough. When they do indeed return, they'll be more than ready with bigger and badder weapons than ever before. Until next time...
In the meantime, Stoick wasted no time in rounding on the small slip of a boy that was his Son and violently cuffed his arm earning an yelp and painful "HEY!" before slamming both of them with his Shield that he was armed with. Strangely enough though, his arm didn't look and seem like it was cracking at the most painful grasp of his muscled father figure. IF he even was an true father figure that is, Hiccup really hated him
"You were supposed to be in the Forge, why are you leaving it unprotected? ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK YOU!" His Father screamed out. Rather than asking him if he was injured or checking for wounds, his own Father of all people asked why he was making arms. Not even a relief from Thor that he hadn't been carried off by a Nadder could make this any better, just a simple question why he was not in the Forge nor fighting like the others
"I just wanted to see the Night Fury! Is there something wrong with that?" He knew his Father hated being ignored by him, and that's what he was thinking what his Son was doing right now, ignoring him. Ignorant bastard...
"You have no right to go out there unarmed and stare at a Devil!" He screamed, scaring the other children nearby who came out to be comforted by their mothers
"You have no control over my life!" Hiccup yelled back, if there was one thing that he was different from other children of magnificent father figures, is that he would argue and talk back at him
"Don't you argue back at me Hiccup, we have a limited window of time before the Ice sets in and I have an entire Village to feed!" He shouted, explaining his predictament
"Yeah? How about you cut back on feeding like the fat asses you all are!" He argued back, deliberately insulting his Village. Stoick growled and built up his voice to scream at him
"Get inside the house!" Is he fucking kidding him, the House that had just set on fire right behind him? Thankfully the fires burnt out and it seemed like it wasn't too damaged, anyways he just ran towards his house with a spring in his step, one that he never noticed
Inside the attic known to him as his very room, no surprise there, clad in his faded green tunic and brown leggings. Lack of his own body warmer he removed. His auburn hair was touching his neck and was sweating in fear for what comes at the door. Forest Green Eyes tensed as the entrance door slammed shut and the loud thumping footsteps weakened his heart in fear. There was a pause when his bedroom door was thrown open
Stoick stood watching his own son lay on the floor waiting for it, growling and snarling before he stepped forward, grabbed his son by the arms and brought his fist towards his face. The cause of the impact was so hard that he fell to the floor with a cry of pain and an sharp crack echoed slightly as the back of Hiccup's head landed with an thud. "You need to start listening to me boy" Another punch was sent to the boy's stomach, not a single crack to be heard, but Hiccup tried to shield himself from further damage. "Why... Do.. You. Never... Do.. As... Your Told!" He growled and shouted as each word was followed by either an punch, kick or headbutt as the boy started to beg for mercy and whimper in fear of further damage they may happen
"No... more..." That was all he would and could whimper out. His Father slammed his foot against his back again before hissing and leaving for the Main Hall for some Mead, it's only really just to calm himself down after seeing his own son, that reminded and looked like his late wife. But even then it's hard to tell why though, Stoick should at least be happy that he has at least one part of his wife forever with him. Hiccup was sent into an coughing storm of blood at this point, staining the floor with his own misery and shame for holding this birthright. All he wanted now as Courage, since Honor has done nothing to help him
At the sound of his father leaving, Hiccup slowly got up and he always seemed to have survived the savage beatings without any broken bones. As the stamina drained out of him, Hiccup crawled his way from the floor and climbed onto the bed, pushing himself up and whimpering whenever his body moved as he closed his Forest Green Eyes and slipped into a dreamless sleep. The only thing that he could hear now was his Mother calling out to him soothingly
"Hiccup my darling, everything will be alright. You can do it..."
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Stoick had soon left the house and went straight to the Main Hall to grab a Drink of Mead, thinking about what might have been if Hiccup hadn't done that horrible deed from that one night, even now it seemed like it was all yesterday but felt so long ago. He was among the only four who knew Hiccup was a Blacksmith, others included his own brother Spitelout, whom he always seemed to be brooding for his Son during his own free time. But being an Blacksmith is just not enough, no he needs to starting getting out there right now and fighting. He saw Gobber approaching him and let out a frustrated sigh, he knew what he was doing is wrong, but it was the only way so that his son can learn how to lead this Tribe to victory against these Devils he calls them. Heavy Discipline doesn't sound too dangerous on parchment, but not when you're taking it all too far and beating your only child half to death. That's what Gobber thinks anyways, so many things went wrong with that statement
"What in the name of Hel am I going to about Hiccup, that boy is going to lead us to shame and ruin with those walking disaster inventions of his. But not only that, he'll destroy this Tribe and let them take this place beforehand" Gobber remained silent on the whole thing, he knew that Stoick and many others were afraid of the change that is about to occur; but to beat your own son half to death is not a option. Even with him arming the Villagers without his presence being discovered, Stoick still thought he was useless to this day
"Listen Stoick, can't ya lay off him for once in your life? He'll ought to be dead at this rate" Gobber told him
Stoick only responded with an hateful tone,"Look at him Gobber: He has the attention span of a Sparrow, he can't lift a finger to one simple Dragon and he rather spend time creating walking disasters and going off by himself rather than spending time with his old man"
"You can't keep doing this to him, sooner or later he'll go off on his journey to join the Outcasts, the Berserkers or that one Native Tribe that worship Changewings" Stoick looked up that in an angered state, he will not have his own son join a Skræling Tribe full of worshipers that are in league with their acid spewing enemies (A/N: Skræling means Weakling, it was used by Vikings when they came into contact with Native Americans)
"I will kill him myself if he dares to join them and every last of them will join his fate" Gobber only facepalmed
"I said he MIGHT Join them, they see them as allies and besides: Nobody dared going near any of them, they're real hunters over there alright" Stoick continued drinking as he heard Gobber say this,"What will Valka think?"
"She wouldn't know a damn thing all because my Son allowed that Devil to take her away from me. She cared for that little bastard while I was too busy and here he goes to do this to me, he will never be free from his mistake"
"How was he supposed to fight back? He was too young" Gobber argued
"I tore through a Whispering Death's head when I was young and popped an head off when I was just an infant. He should have done the same!" Stoick yelled
"How tha' hel do you expect a child baring the image of your wife to fight back, he has that speed and intelligence to lure them into an trap!" He pointed out, Stoick finishing his Mead and slaming his bearstein down
"He's a coward then, an useless and cowardly son is no son of mine. If he was born into the Hofferson Clan, then he would shame more people than he has before in his life" He slammed his fist on the counter
"What more do you ask from him?"
"This argument has gone on long enough. Hiccup should be killing Dragons, leading us against Tribes who allied themselves with them and honoring the other family clans on Berk. Nothing more" Stoick stood up and stomped his way out of the Main Hall, knowing greatly that he would suffer an headache if he stayed up any longer
"...I miss Valka" Gobber spoke solemnly after Stoick left
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From the ever so glowing light of the horizon, the Sun bathed Berk in the shedding dawn light of the morning and almost seemed to be giving the Village a shower of orange light. Peaking over the mountains and through the window of Hiccup's room, making the small boy open his eyes slowly to adjust the early light that glared into him. He managed to push himself to sit upright leaning against the headboard and being mindful of the aching bruises, sighing deeply as he was grateful for that fact his ribs weren't broken. He would however need to see Gothi for some herbal slaves for his bruises, just hope Gobber can understand so he can give his aching body an rest to heal since touching even the slightest of the deep ones really hurt. So much they it made him bleed, damn. So with those thoughts burned in mind, he pushed himself out of bed, hissing at the pull on his muscles and pain from last night's beatings as he began to strip himself of his upper tunic. Then again, he put it back on as there was no use dirtying clean clothes, not with his wounds no, he strapped a nearby knife to his left hip and hid one up his right sleeve. Exiting the room quickly and silently
Knowing that Stoick was in deep sleep as sign of the snoring from the last night's drink, he crept down to the kitchen, snagging an fresh roll of Garlic Bread sent to him by somebody who calls himself "Unknown" and claims to be a friend of Hiccup. From there on out, he ran through the Village silently, passing by the other houses and knowing that he was the earliest bird to wake up this morning. It was nice to have all of Berk's Residents still in deep slumber, he could enjoy the very rare moments of silence before he would disappear for the day
Gothi's House sat at the edge of Berk, overlooking the meridian of misery. The Villager Elder would be up as she did say that the sounds of the waves helped her trance and kept her meditation calm, but others believed it was just an excuse for some silence because after all, Elders like herself need no rising tension; unless it could be an vision that the Gods behold in front of her mind. The Garden on the other hand was full of helpful herbs that she tended to with an small well, another thing is that she always wrote in runes in front of others, but spoke to Hiccup as if she found her voice again. He walked up to the steps and the door opened as he began speaking
"I hate to bother your calm morning, but I hope I didn't disturb you from your slumber. I just had to get here as soon as possible" The elderly woman's silvery hair was in her customary braid over her shoulders and she wore an simple brown tunic that even she admits is a bit uncomfortable to wear and green leggings. She was never without her staff by her side and gave an soft smile as she stepped aside to allow him inside. "Thank you elder" He thanked her as he entered
The interior of Gothi's homestead had always smelt like lavender and chamomile, there were several charms hanging from the beams and drawn onto the walls. Her fire was cackling soothingly and the warm temperature felt like an mother holding her child. On the table were two plates of salmon out and each had an cup next to it,"Please, sit and eat. You must have your full strength" She pushed him gently to a chair where he did just as he was told and sat, wincing at the bruises that started to act up. Gothi sat next to him, watching with calm steel grey eyes until he would eventually pick up the fork and started eating. A calming and comfortable silence was like fresh feeling to always endure, Hiccup knew that the Tea contained an painkiller as the once aching pain from his various deep and minor bedding bruises faded until they were no more, faded to nothingness and no short of the sweet relief he'd been expecting
"Thank you" He thanked her softly, everybody hated him in the Village. They called him various names, Hiccup the Useless is the most common one. Others included Toothpick, Killer of Mothers, Unreliable, Unhelpful, Unwanted, Unacceptable, Unagreeable, Destroyer of Lives, the Walking Disaster and Destruction of Berk Property. They were being vicious to him and he knew it, they wanted him to get exiled so his cousin can become the new heir. The only ones who were nice to him were Gobber and Gothi, he never really did see his Uncle very much and never got the chance to see him often too much either, so he was completely unaware that he was nice to him. The elderly woman smiled and pushed an tin of paste towards him. The slight lavender fragrance gave him a sign that this was the one and only paste. She always made it for him in case the beatings began. It made the bruises fade out to nothing and strip him of all his pain, it also acted like a soap so that it cannot be used with anything that was not water. He stood up from his chair and pushed it in before he slowly nodded,"Thanks Gothi" He spoke softly before he walked towards the door and headed outside, grabbing an sandwich from her as well. She knew that Hiccup would not be seen for the rest of the day that lied ahead
When Hiccup left once more, Gothi stood by the doorway and spoke to the Gods above,"I hope he finds his destiny soon" She whispered as she disappeared back inside of her house, thinking about the idea of having an word with the boy's father. Stoick was as arrogant but he was also stubborn as hell. Spoken at length about the Destiny of the Chieftain's son, he had always blown her off and refused to listen to what she had to say, she hoped he would before it was too late. Hiccup wasn't like all the others but if she said anything at all, Stoick would take it out even worse than ever and since he was the Chieftain, nobody would say anything. As if they really cared at all, they all knew Stoick abused his son and everyone agreed Hiccup deserved it for causing a Stormcutter to fly away and presumingly kill his mother after all she had done for him, bar herself, Gobber and Spitelout. They taken to ignoring his issues and they can't help but wonder why in the name of hell would she be so nice to him, there were times that they tried to start issues with him, the Elder herself made sure to let her ire be known to them. The Teens were the worst offenders and made the worst out of it all, her ire was known to them as well if they ever dared to think of any torturous ways of picking on him. Stoick had always blown her off about Hiccup's Destiny, saying that it was nothing more but a plot of betrayal and revenge. Oh Stoick is going to eat those words of his later on...
Hiccup tucked the wrap into his pouch along with the paste, never was there really a time that Stoick ever found out about this paste. But there was a time where his Cousin snitched on him and the beating was ever so fierce, his hatred grows stronger and even if he was weak to fight back, the heavy lifting in the Forge helped him gain some muscle as well as even learn to fight against his Cousin. They were always fighting each other ever since then, it was more like brawl to be exact. It was either Gobber or Spitelout that had to break up the fights but most of the time neither side had gained victory other each other, but it was always the same thing in the end, Hiccup being left to bleed out from with his wounds. He hated every second of it as he soon came into the Forge where Gobber was hammering away at an new sword
"Let me guess, ya got your healin' tonic laddie? Surely she made instructions to it" Hiccup answered,"Of course she did" It was at this point that Gobber thought to himself
"Hmmm... if Gothi gave tha' paste to Hiccup, then it must've been really deep and painful bruises last night. But it seems like they're even more worse and fierce than before now that me own friend has developed an half obsession for findin' the nest to end this pointless War" He thought to himself as he returned to reality,"Alright' then, you know the drill. Off ye' trot" Hiccup nodded before walking off and heading into the Forest
As mentioned before, he would bath often and not use the local showers. Everybody knows what it feels like when someone like him uses one of them with others, just not as comfortable when using it alone. No instead he rather go to the secret Cove of his which was secluded and had an small pond which was were he bathed, but also spent the rest of his day here. For Stoick, he always off on a task. For the Villagers, they assumed he would always seclude himself away from everyone and that he would feel protected by the downpour of their insults and other such ways to strip everything away from him until there was nothing left. Ah well, it's always the same anyways. Wake up, eat breakfast and work at the Forge, nothing more to that. But then there's always the chance of breaking out into an street brawl, being beaten by his own fatass father and being left with no mercy as he's constantly tormented left and right with no clear warning on when it's going to happen
He walked the always familiar path into the Forest from the back of the Forge, grabbing his bag from where he hides it underneath a bush. It's contents include his towel, soaps, sketch pad, charcoal, flint and an metal cup he made. No sound was made as he smoothly tread through the rough terrain of the environment, Forest Green Eyes darted all over place and hidden thanks to the cover of the rooftop trees. Of course this meant that Stoick had occasionally sent patrols to search for any sneaky little Dragon who landed here undetected, the ones who were injured were always taken back with them to their Island. No Dragon Left Behind may as well be their own motto, and his as well. That's when he took the forbidden path and would lead him to the Cove
It was steep yes, but it also happened to have steps carved into it by him ever since he found it simply by defying his father and entering the forbidden closed off area that Vikings would never dare to go into. They were real scaredy cats when it came to this. With the aid of his strength, he moved the Boulder and came down to see none other than the ever so beautiful sight of his Cove. The chill in the air blew through his hair and the entirety of the Cove was surrounded by beautiful lilies, an large crystal blue pond and mountains framed in the distance. Another thing what Hiccup couldn't possibly really know was that the entire scenery itself and the start of something no Viking has ever experienced before hand was about to set off in motion, once again destroying his lonesome and solitary life away from his Tribe forever. Hiccup grunted as the deep bruises began acting up after touching the slight edge of the entrance, also making it bleed as usual. Some things could never be really anymore painful can it? Now it didn't matter because he was here at last
Putting aside his bag and stripping down before taking the paste along with his towel, it would act as soap, he got into the cool water that was cold but not unbearable; besides he was used to it as it gotten warmer with each day. In order to stretch those muscles of his, he dived and swam around as well as gently applying the paste onto his skin, paying very extra special attention to the deep and bleeding ones. His own fingers lingered on the Birthmark that coiled itself around both arms up to his shoulders like armor all the way to his back where the main feature was. It was black and it was like a tattoo, bearing the crest of an Night Fury sporting an Crimson Tailfin flying over the tan golden Moon with carp like scales. An miserable smile passed onto his face as he looked into the reflection, shaking his head and washed himself off as he swam some more and dried off with his towel, dressing in the same clothing as before because of the same reason: "No use dirtying clean clothes"
His Cove always featured an circle of rocks with dry branches and he set it ablaze with the flint. The Birthmark had always been something that Spitelout had been thinking about for some time, he told him that while he was out an Man raving about Arcane Ink that applied to one's skin came to Berk. In defiance of his own Father, he gone out and got it in his own image that appeared in his dreams. Spitelout told him afterwards that he made the right choice and thus left him to his own devices
Nothing had came to mind as he was drawing mindlessly, drinking with his metal cup that had an few tea leaves that the Elder packed into the tin. Good ol' Gothi, she may be reaching the days end but she's teaching an whole lot to the medical healers of Berk which have their hands full with him. Savoring in the taste and calming him as it contained the painkillers, relaxing and becoming lost within the drawing, throwing dregs into the fire to keep it going.
He began thinking about how lonesome he was without anyone by his side, it was something that bothered him back then and still to this day, but that was the way he liked it. He didn't want to die alone, but he had enough of this life on Berk who always pushed him around and made him suffer for his mistake he didn't commit. He planned from the very beginning of running away from Berk, so he best make it a great Farewell Party with Chocolate Cake, Warm and Soft Garlic Bread that the "Unknown" sent him, Ice Cream and cooked Salmon. Oh and Sushi as well thanks to the "Unknown" who always seemed to be gathering food from other places outside of the horizon among the Barbaric Archipelago
As a matter of fact, he was so lost in his drawing that he he hadn't realized the fire had gone out at that point. The sun continued to chart the progress across the sky and only then did he realized Dusk had approached, he looked at his masterpiece in the fading light. He had sketched the entire Cove and it was beautifully done, no smudges or anything. A cluster of flowers on the bottom corners of the pages and glimmering pond was seen as the mountains silhouetted the background. Getting his bag up and getting ready to leave, he had become attached to this very place and wondered if it had any secrets for him to discover. Hamish II might have been responsible since he is renowned for his labyrinths and puzzles
This is where it all began afterwards...
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He was halfway back to his homestead when a sudden soft growl made him look around. Tilting his head to the side and didn't seem to come again, so he assumed it must have been one of the fauna that resides here. But there it was again, the sound itself was frustrated and thudding was seen underneath the bush. He had to investigate it, it was in his blood to investigate no doubt. But when he did find the source of the frustration that came from behind and beneath the bushes, it was a beast he knew all too well. A Dragon with the blackest scales he had ever seen, an manta ray pattern no doubt and taking on the appearance of an chimera
Wrapped in a net of rope metal, it was an trap that Berk used often whenever they may have landed undetected. To trap these infernal beasts, they would camouflage nets in the Forest, but Hiccup believed he removed most of them. Had he not felt the shame of looking twice from a better preservative, the Dragons could have roamed freely without being seen. He set his bag down and dropped down as he approached cautiously and realized what Dragon he had encountered before right in front of his Forest Green Eyes, it just couldn't not have been, but it was. The Dragon he has so been eagerly waiting to see during the Raids with every chance he got for himself
Night Fury: The unholy offspring of Lightning and Death itself. The most elusive, dangerous Dragon known to the Hairy Hooligans. Nobody has ever seen on properly. The Berserker Tribe simply believed it was a fairy tale, the Outcasts believed them to be on the edge of extinction, others thought so otherwise. Let it be known that to this day: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was the first ever to seen an living, breathing Night Fury up close. His own eyes traveling over and marveling at the pattern they created when the eyes of the beast snapped open. The fading sunlight shined down upon him
Green/yellow eyes looked pathetically at him, an soft whining in the creature's throat that painfully tore and ripped out his own heartstrings before it closed it's eyes in a resigned way. It had the one thing that no other Dragon would go down, not without a fight before death: Courage. Hiccup knew that as a Viking that he was to kill this beast, acceptance in the Village was more than enough to end his scoldings for something he couldn't prevent, but his father... the beatings may stop and he may be free. They may be proud of him to bring the corpse back, he would be known for being the first to ever take the life of one among the rarest and dangerous ones to Vikings. Just one little thrust into the scales and to end it with an painless death, he could not bare the sight of his own father anymore
No, he couldn't do it. He's no better than the Vikings who were more monster than man, dropping the knife and breaking down onto the verge of tears, embracing the warm scales that touched his face and softly gripping the body, heavily breathing as he admits to the Black Dragon
"I can't kill you, I'm not one of them. I will not let myself become a monster let alone those who have. How am I supposed to take the life if nothing will change? You remind me too much of myself and that's something I will never turn back on, not even if it gets me exiled" He spoke brokenly, he can't call himself an Viking. He will never be allowed to call himself one of them, not by force but by his own beliefs
He embraced it for a few more seconds before pulling away, looking at his own dagger and left with no other choice but to defy against his own Village, turn on the Archipelago all in a name full of freedom for all Dragons. The very thoughts recollected on him and he was not about to go down without a fight, he cannot live among an Tribe who does everything but help the runt become one of them, to help it understand and learn, that was not the Viking way nor was it an Father's way of teaching their son how to be one. He started to slice through the ropes fast, nothing mattered at this point and nobody, not even his Village was going to stop him. Forest Green Eyes always on the look out for the Vikings that came, the ropes had finally fell off but with no time to act, he was instead pounced on with an paw over his chest
The Night Fury did not seem to be injuring him, but it was studying him all in the form of an wolf stare, gathering all information about him as soon as possible. Green/yellow eyes watching him closely and guarded, but not hateful nor dangerous. It reared back and Hiccup brought up his left arm to cover himself, Birthmark glowing an Plasma Blue color once his sleeve slipped backwards. The Night Fury roared in his face loudly before turning away sharply away from Hiccup quickly. It was something that he couldn't just ignore, it let him go off and didn't hurt him at all. Body shaking so bad he couldn't sit up properly
The Night Fury of all Dragons left him to live, and now it was long gone by then
The young boy had climbed shakily to his feet, the light just behind his eyes and the cruel existence was about to be over. Revenge is never over for the Dragon, what ever fended it off was gone now. It wouldn't be right if he stood in the middle of the trap and an Villager stumbled across him. Dangerous as it was, he wouldn't be killed by his own Father nor the Villagers, he would hide the evidence and some smart ones would never think to believe he was responsible for the destruction of the traps around the Village
With no other thought in mind, he spurred into action. Picking up the fallen knife, making sure he did not leave anything behind and made himself scarce, vanishing into the tress and leaving behind the one moment which was about to become the downfall of his reason here to stay on Berk. Even now as ran out of the woods by the rise of dusk's moonlight, he did not see the Green/yellow eyes that watched him depart within the shadows of the tress and the darkness of the sky above, filled with thoughtful wonder and sorrow
"Not one of them... this boy is hiding something. But until we meet again, our next encounter won't be like this"
This Story contains the following involved in this featured presentation. Blood, Violence, Child Abuse and Neglect, References from the episodes of the shows, References from the Books which I do not like reading but still take Lore from it, Swearing of course, Bullying which is NOT OK AT ALL, Suicidal Thoughts, An Gruesome Punishment Scene in a upcoming chapter (it makes the attempted rape scene, but no actual rape, from the story inspired and based on this look like a joke in comparison) Heated Arguments and Domestic Violence which YOU SHOULD NOT BE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY AT ALL, THAT IS ALSO NOT OKAY AND NEITHER IS CHILD NEGLECTION OR ABUSE!
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is portrayed here as a lot more angry who fights with his Father, gets into brawls with his Cousin, defies his superiors openly, not following orders and basically outright saying "Fuck You" to Berk. He also swears and is lot more annoyed as he both growls and openly expresses his hatred by cursing his Father, disrespecting other Vikings for berating him and even screams towards his Cousin; which as mentioned before, he gets into lots of brawls with him. Others are not aware of his position as Blacksmith with the exception of Stoick, Gobber and Spitelout who is portrayed here as secretly defensive against those who hurt his nephew and acts more like a father than the former most would ever be. Snotlout is a total fucking douchebag here and Astrid is no better as she is a lot more violent as she focuses on Honor for her family. If you hate this Story, here's a easy tip for you to follow: Don't Like, Don't Read. Enjoy this while you can, because the story has just begun...
This story is based off of EmeraldNecko's "Protection of the Nightfury" Go ahead and Feel Free to Review, but know that I do not take Negative Reviews or Flaming as an response. Be constructive with what you do not like about this and remember: Don't Like It, Don't read it, there will be more to come soon enough as our hero plans to leave Berk and let his destiny take him where the wind follows. Until we meet again...
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