Hey guys! It's GlassTiger with a new story that i have adopted from Lalnasaur! I saw this beautiful story plot that didn't have a home and it made me cry. So I asked Lalnasaur if I could adopt it and she said yes! So here's Raised by Dragons!
(P.S Neither Lalnasaur-sama or I own How to Train Your Dragon)
~Prologue~
Stoick the Vast barged out of a small wooden door.
His only love, Valhallarama, had died giving birth to his beloved son, Hiccup, only adding to his steely stubborn attitude.
Suddenly a fiery blast shot out from the clouds.
He scowled up at the object, flitting gracefully past the fiery carnage it had left behind.
He briskly turned back to the door he had burst from.
He ran inside, up to a cradle that held a young freckled baby.
"Hiccup..." he sighed, stroking his son's face softly, "If only I could protect you fully protect you from the beasts."
A tear slid from the burly Viking's eye. "I'll be back," He whispered "I'm sure of it."
With that he dashed back out the door, unaware he had left it wide open.
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The battle had been fought, the Vikings came out victorious.
Stoik was about to return to his bedchamber when he noticed something off. "Hiccup can't still be asleep..." he mumbled to himself.
As he walked cautiously along the corridor he noticed scorch marks, that drifted across the walls neatly.
He broke into a sprint towards the cradle which had held the babe.
Stoick's hands gripped the sides of the cradle, a look of horror plastered onto his face.
He had been taken. His son. Stolen by dragons.