Taken: a HTTYD Fanfic

by simonjamesroger

A what if AU. Hiccup is taken as a child, and his parents have no idea what happened to him. Years later, Trader Johann meets a young lad on an island full of dragons. The young boy eventually grows into a young man who must embrace his lost heritage if he and his draconic family are to survive. Eventual Hiccstrid. May later update to rated M.

1. Prologue

Welcome to Taken: a HTTYD fanfic! For those of you not joining me from Genius' Bodyguard, check that story out too. It's a good one. I'm posting this and chapter one today, along with a one-shot and the most recent chapter of the aforementioned Genius' Bodyguard. After that, the two multi-chapter stories will trade off postings. Upload times on both will be rather slow.

All the best,

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Prologue- Missing

It was the worst raid Berk had suffered in nearly a decade. Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk and its resident Hairy Hooligan tribe, was hard at work beating off the encroaching dragons. His wife Valka was also hard at work, ensuring no lasting damage was dealt to the dragons. Stoick didn't understand or particularly approve of her protectiveness of the creatures, but he accepted it as part of the woman he loved and allowed her to continue. Finally, after a long night of fighting, the dragons finally flew away, taking some livestock and fish baskets with them. Gobber, Stoick's best friend, hobbled up to him. "Well, that was an intense one. I'm surprised your son didn't wake in the night, Stoick."

"So, Greta had no problems to report?"

"Nope. Hiccup slept like the baby he is, apparently, and she reported no dragons approached the house as far as she could tell. She stood guard from the front door."

Stoick started to set about to the cleanup, but after only a few minutes, there was a loud scream from the Haddock house. Stoick dropped the debris he was holding and darted for the house. He found Valka standing over an empty cradle, the window open. She turned and grasped onto Stoick's large form and sobbed heavily into it. "Valka, what happened? Where's Hiccup?"

She managed to choke out a response through her sobs. "I don't know. When I got up here, the window was open. He's gone, Stoick, he was taken, and we don't know where or by who!" Her sobbing intensified as Stoick started to break down. His only son, his pride and joy, the little man who would one day be the chief of Berk, was gone.

It had been four months since the baby Hiccup had been taken, and Valka was waiting anxiously at the port for her husband to come in. The ship had been spotted returning from Outcast Island an hour ago, and soon her son and husband would be home. They had to be. The Outcasts were the only enemies the Hooligan tribe had. The ship pulled into port, and a stone-faced Stoick stepped off. Valka noticed the red rings around his eyes, and realized he had been crying below deck. A wail tore from her throat as her husband walked over and took her into his arms. "We searched the entire island. The outcasts didn't take him. Hiccup has vanished. Everybody, go back to your homes and leave the Chief and Chieftess in peace." Spitelout's voice rang out, sending villagers scurrying as Stoick gently led Valka up to the Haddock house.