When The Turns Table

SnakesShadow

Summary

Hiccup wasn't totally alone before Toothless came, excluding Gobber and Gothi, he had one friend, Lucifer. Lucifer, often called Luke, was even more of an outcast than Hiccup, he refused to kill dragons, stayed to himself, and didn't listen to anybody, except for Hiccup that is. Hiccup always had a hold over Luke, holding him back when he tried to get back at the bullies for tormenting him, stopping him from pummeling his father until he finally listened, and keeping his temper in check.

Chap. 1: How Things Happen

POV: Luke 3rd

When I first met Hiccup I knew that he was like me in a way. We both didn't have the big build that most vikings had, though there were some lean figures that were accepted, we were both more intelligent than them, we both knew that we were different. The main difference was that I had accepted and embraced what made me different a long time ago while he was still fighting to be a viking. I didn't fight with the other vikings, didn't watch fights, didn't try to fit in by killing a dragon, but that's what he did, besides the fighting for obvious reasons. I knew why, he wanted, no, needed someone to accept him in order for him to accept himself. I tried to help him, to tell him that he was better the way he was than he would be if he was a viking, I invited him to training sessions so I could train him to fight like me, teach him to use his differences to his advantage, but he only used my advice to try to get approval. When I told him to train his speed since he wasn't that strong, he used it to run around to try to kill dragons, when I told him to use his small stature to avoid attacks he used it to dodge fireballs to get closer to the dragons, and when I told him to use his brain he decided to make machines in order to down a dragon before killing it. I never could get through to him, I knew that he would see one day that he wasn't like them but it wasn't going to be anytime soon.

I had accepted that I was different the day I was born. My parents died of disease shortly after I was born, leaving the village to take care of me. The problem was that nobody in the village had a heart big enough to take in a child with a green left eye, a blue right eye, and hair that was black with blonde strips, a child that had been named Lucifer Jackal Flamesman to try to get rid of it, a child that was smaller than regular, a child that was different. Except for one person, Valka Haddock, the wife of the Chief, the dragon sympathizer. She took one look at me and told the village that I was blessed to be as I was. And I believed her, mainly for the fact that my mind was so mature that I could comprehend what had happened to me and what they were saying, before the age of one.

She took me in for a few months before she finally got pregnant after trying so many times and gave me to a friend of hers that she knew would take care of me. Gobber the Belch was a great blacksmith, years of experience making him one of the best, but he was a horrible father even if he tried his best and made sure that I was happy. Valka still visited me, but once she was about six months pregnant she stopped and almost forgot about me. I knew that she was a nice person, the nicest on the whole island, but I was the type of person that wanted to be left alone, forgotten. I didn't want the village to pay attention to me for fear that they would do something to me while I couldn't defend myself. My mind had already aged to that of an adult's, at almost two years old, but I knew that my body wouldn't be able to defend me until I was at least 10 years old, even if I watched over everything I did now to make sure that I could be the best I could when I matured physically.

I turned two by the time that Valka was at the late stages of her seventh month. I still remember the panicked face Stoick had when he barged into the door telling Gobber that the baby was coming already. I remember hearing stories of the runt that Stoick had sired, of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. I never met him, he wasn't let out of his house before I had turned 7 and managed to get a small house built for myself. The house was really because Gobber had become smitten with Hiccup and no one else wanted to take me in. Valka had been taken shortly after Hiccup's first birthday, and Stoick probably didn't even remember me. I convinced some workers to build the house on the promise that it wouldn't get burned and that I would pay them back. After that, I spent most of my time either in my house or in the woods.

The woods are where I learned how to do everything. I had spent the first seven years of my life almost always around people so when I finally had the chance to go out and be alone, I savored it. I realized and learned a lot of things when I was alone. The first one being that I wasn't a human, well, mostly. I found out a month into my alone time that I had two other forms, one I could take at any time, the other only happening when I was extremely angry. The first was the form of a dragon, I was amazed when I first found it and I fell in love with the feeling of being a dragon. I could control how big I was, being between that of a Terrible Terror and a Titan Wing Timberjack. My scales were pitch black and my eyes were a dark blue, only taking on half of my human appearance, I had four legs that had medium length claws, allowing me to fight with them and still walk normally. My tail was really something, it was almost as long as the rest of my body and was prehensile, meaning it could act like another limb. I had a long neck and a pointed head, I would have compared myself to a Changewing except for the fact that my head was more like that of a snake's almost, and I didn't have their camouflage ability. I had two horns, they were round and straight, almost like a Monstrous Nightmare's and in the same position. I took the liberty and named myself the Wild Fire, in respect of the flame that I could shoot, it was unlike any other that I had ever seen, almost acting as if it was alive and followed what I needed it to do. I used this form to communicate with other dragons, learning a lot. Like, why they raided the vikings, such a horrible monster that it was hard to think about it, stories that they had, different habits and everything of the like. I had met a lot of dragons, but one I didn't have the chance to meet was the Night Fury, the offspring of lightning and death itself.

The other form that I had is hard to talk about. I only had the chance of experiencing it once, and that was only after a rough day that involved me fighting other dragons that wanted to kill me. I had landed on an island in order to rest and I happened to come across a male Deadly Nadder that was planning on raping one of its flock members. I was in my human form, but after the day that I had, I felt myself go into a rage. I walked into the clearing, speaking in Dragonese, telling him to let go of her. He was so startled that she was able to fly away and when he realized what I had just done he turned on me. My anger took the small amount of control I had left and I felt my body changing. I didn't change into a dragon, no, all that happened was my eyes turning a color green that resembled poison and my hair turning completely blonde. My mind almost seemed to change, and when it was over I knew that I was no longer Lucifer, I was Jackal, and I laughed as I beat the Nadder half to death. After that, I swore I would never let myself succumb to my anger again and I started becoming cold as I took over control of my emotions.

I went back home after that, being a little overwhelmed. I was only 9 at the time and I decided that it was time for me to go back into the village and make a little name for myself. My body had matured faster than I thought it would, and I found another ability that was very useful. Dragons have a better memory than humans do, it came from how they learned to fly from watching their parents, as a human does to walk, and memorizing every step. It allowed me to memorize and repeat talents in no time, I knew that whatever I decided to memorize had to be important since this would be ingrained into my mind. I decided on blacksmithing, and it changed more than I thought it would. Instead of just learning how to make things and bend steel, it allowed me to make plans, almost becoming visual in front of me when I really wanted to plan something out. I used this to expand my house a bit and make a good sized forge for myself which I would use for many things. I used it to make armor and weapons, using my scales for both in order to make them fire resistant as well as stronger and lighter. I made a sword and daggers for weapons, the daggers being a mix between throwing daggers and hunting daggers, they were fully black and had a brown leather wrapped handle, I made at least twenty of them and kept them on my body at all times. The sword was a bit more special, the blade being about two feet long and curved with only one sharp edge, it had a white dyed leather handle and a specially made sheath that I wrapped around my back so that the handle was over my left shoulder. The armor that I made consisted of my scales, leather, and some metal, it covered my whole body except for my head since I didn't think I would need a helmet. Most of the metal was protecting the lower half of my arms, my shoulders, and my shins, I had it around my shoulders since vikings were known for trying to go for shoots like that, and I had it around my arms and shins so I could block blades, the metal being stronger than almost anything thanks to my scales. I had thick leather everywhere else that had my scales integrated into it so that I was almost completely fireproof, even if I wasn't harmed by fire even in my human form. It was light but very protective, allowing me to move fast but still be protected.

I eventually started my journey to being part of the village again, being ten years old and having things to sell. I went to Trader Johann since he was here today, he asked my name and when I told him it, he seemed to cringe but he understood why when he looked into, at, my eyes. He seemed to warm up to me though and I was able to trade some trinkets that I had made for some books, metals, and whatnot. I ended up in the open market that Berk had trading some hides that I had got from my time in the wild for things like parchment, bread, even some scrap metal. Gobber found me looking over the scrap metal and actually remembered me. He apologized for not being there as a father figure but I told him he didn't need too, he was one of the only ones to ever look at me as anything other than something that needed to be gotten rid of. He took me back to his forge when he figured out that I had also taken up blacksmithing, and I was introduced to his apprentice, Hiccup. Hiccup was only eight at the time but I could see the hidden sadness in his eyes over his treatment. I bonded with him right there and eventually, we became good friends. I could tell that he looked up to me somewhat, admiring the way that I was able to stand up for myself even if he didn't understand why I didn't want to kill dragons.

Over time, I fell in love with him, his personality was almost the opposite of mine, but I loved it. I had accepted that I was gay easily, never having liked girls in the first place, and having to say no when some females dragons had wanted to mate with me. I went on to try to teach Hiccup how to survive, how to live, without having to prove himself to the village first. But he was caught up in trying to be a viking, even going so far to convince himself that he had a crush on Astrid, a girl his age. I sat back and helped him when he needed it, acting as his bodyguard when the other kids his age were around. I protected him and I could see that he wondered why every single time, but this was something that even his curiosity and bravery couldn't convince him to ask me. I knew that one day he would see the truth, that he wasn't like the others and that he never would be, no matter how hard he tried. I both anticipated and dreaded this day, he would finally accept himself, but what would it cost him before he got there.