Trying out another plot this one with the "what if" AU of "What if Hiccup was taken in the dragon Raid" however I intend to take a different approach with this. Where I've seen most AU's like this gloss over Hiccup's childhood and focus how he returns to his family and gets them to accept dragons, I want this one to really focus on Hiccup's childhood and adventures as a Human who thinks he's a dragon.

Between the sound of the wind and the waves below, nothing could truthfully break the quiet peacefulness of arctic northern isles. These were lands no Vikings dared sail to for the cold and the mighty creatures which inhabited the rocky caves and within the massive glaciers. However in the midst of the perfect calm of the world, the silence was broken by an unfamiliar sound.

Being perched on the island I spread my wings and rushed towards the sound in curiosity. It was down by the beach nestled between the rocks that I found what appeared to be a damaged basket and I peered down into it from the rock face above, affixed to it to see the creature which laid inside. The sound was like a hatchling, shrill and fierce pleading for life to give it more and let it grow, but it was not a hatchling of any known kind.

Two emerald green eyes stared back at me, silenced when I came into it's view, it had a round nose which was not at all sharp or spiked, bright pink skin like the underbelly of a worm, and just a patch of fur on its head much like a brown goat's. I growled at the sight. It was a Viking child! A human!

Had I known how deeply I was to be involved in this child's life I would have obeyed my first instinct and flown away, but the child saw the swipe of my tail and suddenly laughed. I stopped mid turn and laid down on the rock, dangling my wing talon down into the Viking child's basket cradle. It smiled at me and intrigued me to play with its hand a little longer as it wrapped its weak sticky fingers around the sharpest point of my talon without any fear.

I raised my head and gazed out at the sea, but I did not compensate for my weight and my talon slipped falling and scratching the Viking child's chin. It cried out so hurriedly I purred, lowering my face close to its and crooning softly to assure the child my intentions. I could not see any wreckage of ships near here nor any bodies washing up on shore for that is where I assumed this boy came from but realizing he was alone I became concerned. This child would required nourishment and soon, without the care of a mother he would soon perish and my instincts could not stop myself from worrying for the boy.

Then it occurred to me, I knew a family of Nadders that had been blessed with four hatchlings. I snatched up the basket in my teeth carefully and flew across the island to their nest carrying the child with forethought. Nadders were generally playful creatures, though at times vain a mother Nadder's instincts were gentle and caring so seeing her as she nuzzled her hatchlings I assumed rightly in thinking they could easily care for this child.

I waited for them to retreat into their nest which was a cave in the side of a glacier which was quite warm with dragon's fire. When they were out of sight I stealthily dropped the basket at the mouth of the cave then hastily flew off among the rocks nearby to watch them discover the Viking child I had left as a gift to them. I was terribly proud of myself knowing the child would continue to live and grow up but then it occurred to me how late it was in the day and that the Nadder's might not come out until morning. Nadder's were easily nocturnal creatures but with young I knew a mother Nadder would surely stay the night in a cave to protect her hatchlings from predators such boars, other dragons, and the cold.

Surely if the child stayed the night outside of the cave waiting for the Nadder's to leave he would be dead by morning. I couldn't let that happen! So slowly, I slinked towards the mouth of the cave and towards the basket, very carefully nudging the basket with my wing talon. Suddenly a shrill scream emanated from the basket at the start as the child cried out. I felt my heart implode as I scrambled to hide amongst the rocks, camouflaged to them.

The mother Nadder and her four hatchlings hurriedly came to the mouth of the cave to see where the sound came from and the four young hatchlings rushed to the basket and peered inside, their tails raised high as they bellowed in curiosity. Their mother followed at a slower pace and started when she came to the conclusion I had. It was as I expected, her scales fluttered, glittering turquoise in the light of evening and she crooned down into the basket.

All's well… I thought, then heard a squawk from above when suddenly a male Nadder with cobalt blue scales landed upon the peak where I was hiding and I dared not move. I had no doubts about the mother with her maternal instincts but I wasn't too sure about the father, Rama, he was a strong male, who had won his mate, Ári though feats of bravery. He was not however a leader, I knew this from his slow decision making exemplified by his disgusted when he laid eyes upon the child.

My fear grew until I heard the loving purr from Ári's lungs, she told her hatchlings to go into the cave and for a few minute spoke with her mate concerning the contents of the basket until finally Rama looked down. The Human boy was watching them with wide eyes and he smiled up at the blue dragon, irresistibly drawing the father Nadder to the boy. Rama drew up the basket in his mouth and with his mate at his side he carried the boy back into the cave where I did not see them again for some time.

You probably guessed, it's CloudJumper's POV.

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