Note: This is an unofficial adoption of I am a Night Fury's Trust is Earned, the original idea is from them, and due to being gone for almost 2 years, with the other official adopter doing what appears as nothing too, I have decided to try my hand at it, if no one minds. Due to this is being my writing though (from the point of IaaNF's TiE, come on, acronyms are faster) it will probably not follow IaaNF's original idea. Now to the true AN.
Before I continue, I will add that I may not always be consistent, I have other expectations of me, so I will be restricted at times, but I hope you like where I go with this. I also hope that no one minds this spin-off. Also remember this is not official, I've just felt this story was overdue for a new chapter and that the original author (and the supposed hand-off) have done nothing for over a year and a half.
This chapter is for those who haven't read Trust is Earned, though a lot of information is cut out and spoiled, you will probably prefer to read it first, it's a great and unique fanfic concept. This is my own spin-off type of thing, hopefully no one minds, sorry if I screw it up, I want to add some of my own into it, but I understand if people dislike it, but thank you for consideration of your time.
Also please note I don't own the original work of DreamWorks's HTTYD, and in fact, I don't own the original idea of Trust is Earned, I am merely expanding from the latest chapter I know of (Chapter 13).
Prologue
There was time when I thought not being me would be great, no destroying the village, no failed contraptions, probably not even considered a failure by everyone who heard of my name. How wrong I truly was? I suppose you don't realize how good you got till it's gone, right? Though it wasn't really that hard for me to lose it, now was it.
My name is Hiccup. Yeah I know, not a great name, it could be worse, a good name is supposed to scare off gnomes and trolls, as if we needed a name to do that.
What's worse than my name is what has happened in the past few days, so I'll just sum it up.
This miserable little island of near ice is Berk, a few days off of hopeless and just south of freezing to death, We're a Viking village here, and I suppose I was part of it, though not that you'd know it by looking at me, and that's before Loki got involved. I've been a problem for years, unable to get anything right, I've set the closest buildings to me on fire, on multiple occasions, so yeah, not the best Viking, and that's before you've known I was a scrawny fishbone, not much more than a toothpick for a Viking, can't even throw a bola, and that's where it all starts from.
I had built a bola launcher, it would allow me to knock down a dragon, much like a regular bola. I planned to show that I wasn't Hiccup the Useless, that I could accomplish something a Viking could be proud of. So what did I do? You think with my usual building wrecking process, this time would be no different from the last time I "actually caught a dragon", except this time, it was real, I hit a Night Fury, I mean I actually hit it, right out of the sky, the strongest fire breathing flyer to ever mark Vikings just gets brought down by this twig of a Viking, but I was very wrong to think that was a good thing.
Anyway, what do you do when you shoot something down, well you'd want to go get it, so I go out to the forest and find the downed 'devil'. I'm to kill it with my knife. But turns out I'm not cut out to kill, beasts or otherwise. I see it right in front of me, knife in my hands, ready to cut its body open and give its heart to my father. I took it down, it was my right to kill it, and it lays there helpless, scared...and prepared to die. So what do I do? I set it free, cut its snare open. What I expected was for it to pounce and kill me, but instead of the "kill me" part, it decides to drop me with its paws, and gives me a huge nick on my stomach, then runs off. I should have died there, probably by being mauled to death, I guess the Night Fury decided it was better to spare me enough to walk home so I could suffer like it suffered.
By the time I reached home, I raced to my room, but not before my dad decided I'd be a "great" new subject to dragon training. Did I forget to mention my dad's the chief of the tribe? Yeah, not all that great. So before I can tell him it's a bad idea, he goes off to prepare for another dragon nest hunt, cause that helps us a lot every time it fails, but we are Vikings, stubbornness is our blood. So, he's to go off tomorrow, while I sleep off a cut that's not even bleeding, thanks to what I suspected at the time as odd scabbing.
Sleeping it off with constant pain to wake me up out of nowhere, and occasional spasms, but next morning results in an otherwise normal wake-up. So I simply go to my usual blacksmithing apprenticeship, but since the hunting party is leaving with the chief, I just went with Gobber, the blacksmith of Berk, down to the dock to say my usual goodbyes for the dragon hunt. Nothing unusual, well other than Gobber making sure me and dad's 'Viking' feelings are expressed to each other (with an occasional poke at both of us). So the dock is clear of sails, me and Gobber start our return to the village and come across the other teens to be in dragon training.
That's when it hits me, pains in the area I was bitten, unbearable, mind numbing pain as it grew in strength, everyone noting my convulsing to the ground, trying to help me, or at least gather around, only Gobber bothering to check up on me. That's when he notes the mark on me, after ripping my shirt off and having Tuffnut, probably the most idiotic teen, call out my 'cool tattoo'. What turns out to be a bite mark grows into a giant fleshy scab, until it covers me up as Gobber and I (mostly me) realize what is happening, as Gobber quickly gets the healer, Gothi, to help me, for all the good that did. So I eventually start to feel the growth of this mark until my clothe stop fitting and rip out to my growing of scales and size. Turns out a survivable bite from a Night Fury painfully rips you into a Night Fury, not fun, and you can just imagine what everyone around me is thinking, especially since I'm in the middle of a village of Vikings with the most determined of Vikings who I've known most of life off to the side watching astonished. But that's when I blackout.
I wake up a short time later on a restraining cart, inside of the dragon training arena, it has a bunch of cages about a quarter the size of a house with giant logs locking the wooden doors shut, with a thick metal frame surrounding the area above, to prevent the dragons from using their wings. All in all, my day was just getting better, I wake to Gobber's face and I eventually prove I'm still Hiccup by writing Gobber's name and about his very personal axe, but they probably thought it as a trick, one which Gobber was embarrassed to admit was right, so I continue with a crowd of Vikings watching, trying to convince Gobber not to kill me. He instead releases my head slightly, and when he leaves, I learn to get out purely with strength, with the help of a Deadly Nadder, named Stormfly, named for her love of love of flying in storms, conversing with me to open her cage. When I do, she teaches me how to at least walk straight on four legs, which I'll simply note as odd, both for her and me. I end up not doing too well, so she then convinces me to release the other dragons to 'help' me walk better by playing a game of keep-away with shields. After the explanations for why I couldn't walk straight (with the prominent reason of me not being born a dragon), I make some friends out of the released dragons, and then I fell asleep next to the Nadder.
When I woke, I realized it wasn't a dream, but with how it's gone so far, that's less than surprising, though the Nadder needed some self-assurance right before my old 'friends' start coming towards the arena, and since no one wanted the dragons released, we almost fought to the death to get inside the cages (not that the Vikings were aiming to kill the 'training dummies'), but I eventually convinced the dragons to get back into the cages, after some pushing around and fighting. By the end, I chose to go into Stormfly's cage, and let the Viking training go one without me, though I did watch from afar with the help of an emergency lever inside the cage that no other dragon could figure out. So I watch as the fight between the Gronckle, known as Meatlug, and the teens, who fail to overtake the Gronkle to the point where I have to step in to save Astrid from a deadly blast of lava, point blank. This save breaks everyone's opinion of me (thinking that I'm no better than a dragon, who can write and defends humans, after just being one, yeah, did I mention stubbornness issues?), as everyone becomes weary of my actions to save Astrid. When she sought to get away from me, I found Gobber really didn't want me out, especially chasing her.
So that's when I eventually decide to pursue a conversation of runes to prove I'm not just a dragon, but with Gobber, it turns out he isn't so sure, preparing to send me as the next tribute to the gods probably. He decides to force me to be the next dragon to fight, and so I train with Stormfly to become the best fighting dragon I can, but turns out I'm still too Hiccup to do that right, so I simply learn to avoid getting in hit, dodging mostly, not that I do much better.
The next day begins with more training only to be cut short by this new test, where I get Stormfly back into her cage and prepare as best I can to defend against the Vikings.
So we start the fight off with only Snotlout attacking, the bigger than me originally, muscular, more Viking teen. He however failed, falling over Ruffnut and Tuffnut, the two twin Vikings who always fight or cause mischief, usually at the same time. That left all three out for a good few, leaving Fishlegs, the over analytical minded larger teen, and Astrid, the one girl I could comfortably say was a crush of mine, seeing as every other Viking our age also did. They both went to attack, though Astrid hesitated, while Fishlegs beat me at my dodging game, eventually they all cornered me, ripping me up a tad, but not before I learned getting hit hard enough can make me accidentally spit fire, which hit the weapon rack behind the Vikings. I eventually escaped the painful torture-fest. So I tried to walk back to Stormfly's cage so she could scare them enough to stop the fighting, though Snotlout came after me and I pinned him down, prepared to kill him right then and there. I didn't. I couldn't. I've been here before, though for Snotlout, I probably would have felt less guilty for it if his original treatment means anything, but I couldn't just kill him. So instead, I released him, while he screamed away from me, painfully close when he started. Eventually I got in the cage and let Stormfly do our plan of a little fear.
As she defeated everyone (including Gobber somehow), she scared everyone away, just so they would leave me alone (but not before playing a funny game of darts with Snotlout, purposely missing him every time). So they all stormed off scared while that left me without much more than my thoughts and ideas on how to deal with the results, though not like anyone went through the effort of caging me or Stormfly.