Salutations and welcome to my first fanfic story. Now I'm a big fan of the site and the stories so I know what I like and don't like, for instants; I have read some pretty good fairy tale versions like Sleeping Beauty and the Swan Princess staring Naruto and .Oh, but when I went to explore the concept on HTTYD and ROTG, (I'm not giving any names but) "Oh gods I can write better than this". Now I'm not one to say something out loud and not mean it so 'I'm putting my fingers where my mouth is' and prove my worth so please relax and enjoy the story. (I don't own Pixar or DreamWorks or Disney).*+***
-Unofficially Beta'd by my cousin.
A cursed dragon prince, a power hungry brother and a love that knows no bounds.
Prologue
The barbaric archipelago was divided by two warring factors; The Vikings, who ruled the sea and the Dragon Riders whom had conquered the skies, with both claiming what little land there is between them.
For more than three hundred years, blood has been spilt on both halves with no end in sight for neither was willing to give up. War and devastation plagued both sides forcing the two warring factions to the very brink of destruction with no hope for peace or truce, until over the horizon came a new enemy, more powerful than either had faced. For while Vikings were the greatest seafarers to have lived and the Sky Dwellers with the very might of the dragons by their side, none could have foreseen or withstood this.
The Roman Empire invaded the dragon kingdom long ago with no warning and an army of over 500,000 legionnaires armed with expert training, fearsome and superior steel weapons, onagers and trebuchets and ballistae. They attacked without warning, slaughtering all in their wake, an unrelenting force of steel and pain that would not cease until it had conquered the known world. Elderly and children were not spared their wrath as fire rained down from above and the rivers ran thick with blood and death.
By the time their King fell, what was left of the old strong hold was in desolation, with his finale breath The Dragon King told his beloved people to fly and fly they did. To the four points of the compass they went as far as wind and wing can carry them and thus what was once a vast civilization on the standing stones of peace, philosophy, brotherhood, sisterhood and unity was broken.
And now this old enemy was back, on the horizon as before and both parties came to a stop and decided to work together -temporarily- and form a truce until the looming threat had been eradicated from their borders.
The Vikings choosing their one general Grimbeard the Ghastly of the Hairy Hooligan tribe leading all twelve tribes and the mute elder High Chieftess of the Northern Dragon Riders Gothi Greyback. Whether they continue fighting afterwards was whet to be seen.
So for ten bitter years Vikings and Riders fought side by side and back to back on land, sea and even sky and in those ten years both sides came to accept and great respect of each other. The Vikings learned just how important the dragons were to the Riders after seeing them commit suicide by cutting or stabbing themselves and bleed to death beside their beloved beasts or jumping in to their funeral pyres and not before killing the ones that took down their mounts, and the Riders saw how tight the Viking community was after seeing a hole tribe mourn three infants from three different families that didn't survive the winter.
Both sides had bled and suffered but on the first day of spring, the once sworn enemies now shield-maiden sisters and battle brothers pushed back the Romans and claimed victory. Having suffered so much loss they both found themselves reluctant to fight and in yearning of peace began negotiations of a merger. For newfound mutual respect had arisen through the truce and through it cultural differences could be easily solved and compromised. And so it was, that on the summer solstice at sunrise declared the war between the two people officially over in favour of an alliance and a peace that would last throughout the ages.
and to cement the peace Grimbeard the Ghastly the now crowned King of the Vikings gave his eldest son Stoick the Vast to marry the High Chieftess Gothi's heir Princess Valkyrianna Valhallarama, -Valka for short- of the northern Riders. The two heirs didn't have a problem with this considering the two started kissing before King Hamish could finish the announcement.
Stoick and Valka bonded on, off and over the battle field during the war, being uneasy at first but soon relaxed in each other's company once it became apparent that one will not kill the other in their sleep, they learned to rely on one another. In fact more than once, Stoick saved Valka's bonded dragon, a four winged Stormcutter named Cloudjumper from traps and getting killed by the Romans and Valka saved Stoick from numerous injures with her advance medical skills as well as assassination with her twelve explosive throwing knives.
Months later the two married in an extravagant wedding ceremony in the citadel of berk which lasted for over two weeks and on the one year anniversary of their marriage and peace Princess Valka gave an announcement of great joy and celebration.
She was pregnant.
(Chapter 1) The Blessing.
The baby came early.
As of tradition Princess Valka was to give birth at the great dragon sanctuary in the icy north in the presence of the Great Bewilderbeast, the Alpha species and King of all dragons. In a special cove called the Rookery filled with dragon eggs, Valka rested on stone base lined with fur pillows and blankets with a basinet at the side where her child was to be tended to.
Now normal dragon eggs would have hatched after some time but some of these eggs have been laid at least over five hundred years ago, some of them have been here for so long they turned to stone but still kept in the Rookery. These eggs are of dragons that will choose their rider and will stay in their egg for a thousand years just to wait for them. Valka's water broke at midnight a week early but the baby didn't emerge until dawn. Her screams echo around them but when light broke over the horizon alighting spiked ice outside the sanctuary like a crown, the first Prince of the Vikings and the Dragon Riders took his first breath on the 22th of September, the time of seasonal change between Summer and Autumn.
The dragons that occupy the sanctuary stood still and listened. Never had anyone herd such a beautiful cry from such a small baby boy. The dragon priests and priestesses who live in the sanctuary stood still and listen for any cracking of egg shells. Two minutes have past and dread started to fill the Princess's heart, fearing her son will live without a dragon partner or whether he will live at all.
What felt like an hour but was really five minutes the tall tell signs of an egg cracking echoed throughout the Rookery. The priestesses overseeing the birth carefully scurried though the dozens of fragile eggs trying to pin point the sound of the hatching dragon. An elderly high Priestess shuffled along the thin path between the eggs. She had a hunch back, grey hair covered in a green dress with a black crow on her back. Charms and totems adobe her neck and ears. Her name is Willow O'Wisp, High Dragon Priestess of the North.
Willow was once a prodigy of the mystic arts from the Highlands and dedicated herself to the Alpha, the tribe and to the gods and spirits, but even now when she is an old crone, she can still whip up a fate changing spell (or cake) in her sleep.
She was expecting a cluster of Deadly Nadder eggs when something moved in a dark shadow along the wall, lighting the crystal around her neck she investigated the shadow. She found a unique black and blue egg jiggling and shaking. The round part of the black egg was, bumpy and scabby but is became less and smoothed out at the tip. The High Priestess pulled out treated flight-mare skin and cradled the jiggling egg and brought it to the new mother and her new born baby. Princess Valka looked down on the egg, every single soul both human and dragon silently encouraging the little dragon to break free. All eyes were focused on the egg with bated breath until the cracks start to glow blue.
A whole life time of dragon knowledge flooded Valka's mind like a rushing river in mid-flood, until one single factor stood out. She suddenly sat up, grabbed her son, covering themselves, turning her back on the egg and then.
'BOOM'.
'Dragon eggs explode'.
While most humans on occasion like to go out of this world like a bang, dragons like to come in to this world with the bang.
A high pitched squeal went up and down as both human and dragon followed its vertical path and landed were her son was, Valka looked at the newly hatched dragon that chosen her son. The hatchling was of a simple salamander shape and no bigger than a kitten, a deep royal blue with bat like wings and bumps along its spine, a flat head and tiny horns and ears. The little dragon sat up and looked at Valka with round pale green eyes, catching her breath a smile crept on to her face.
"A Night fury" a Night Fury chose her son. 'For the first time in Fifty years, a servant of the moon is born'. Only a Viking can come up with a description as the unholy offspring of lighting and death itself for something as beautiful and majestic as a Night Fury but from the way they attack, many of the Riders like to think the Vikings were onto something.
Carefully she brought her son around to meet his first dragon. The two eyed each other until the baby Night Fury made the first move coming close to the mother and child, the dragon sniffed and smelled the baby before finally cooing and muzzling the infant. Valka's spirit soared at the sight of the first signs of the bond between human and dragon being formed. She brought them close and hugged them both.
When the Princess was strong enough she was to take her son and his dragon outside to be presented to the Bewilderbeast for blessing. Stepping out in to the main sanctuary was like stepping in to a whole new world, while on the outside its cold, ice and snow as far as the eye can see, on the inside it's a tropical paradise. Greenery not found anywhere in the archipelago and fruits and vegetables, plants and flowers that can only be found in the far south but the most beautiful part of the sanctuary were the dragons.
Hundreds and thousands of dragons flying gracefully and lazily around in the open air in a simple dance to music only they can hear. Valka approach the edge of a ledge she was on and gazed down on a sight that never fail to fill her awe and wonder ever since she was a child. The great Bewilderbeast, a massive white creature with thick, strong mammoth like tusks, a white frill with red and grey tips constantly moving and all seeing blue eyes. A being of power and grace rested in a naturally made pool of melted ice that made up the entire sanctuary almost turning it in to a fortress.
The Princess went down to the lower level where a stone cradle lined with moss and fur stood, gently placing the two infants down and stepping back. The dragons stop flying and watched as the white king's great blue eyes gazed down on the babies, Princess Valka, the priests and priestesses kneeled in the King's presents. The Riders don't worship the Bewilderbeast as a god but they recognized his strength and power over the other dragons that demanded the highest of respect but loved as dearly.
The great dragon's eyes gazed down on the two. Silent was the sanctuary for all the dragons have landed and watched the alpha study the duo. The intense stair from the Bewilderbeast was solid whet gentle. As if sensing his gaze the child stirred from his sleep, blinking his bright intelligent green eyes in the natural light of the sanctuary and looked into the large blue eyes in front of him. The beast stood there watching the two and then he did something that no one thought would ever happen.
The great Bewilderbeast, the alpha of the sanctuary and king of all dragons bowed to the infant human and his dragon.
Princess Valka and the priests lifted their heads to watch this all unfold before their eyes as the other dragons followed he's lead bowing before the child and hatchling. Yes the Bewilderbeast has given blessing before even Valka herself and Stoick when she presented him as her husband and mate, but never had he bow down to anyone, why would he, he is the alpha, he bowed to no one, but one other and that was the Dragon King himself, but that was a nearly one thousand years ago, back when the Dragon Riders had a monarchy, a one tribe and not broken up like they are. The One High Chief of the Dragon Riders, Lord and Master of the Dragon Cities, The Ever Burning and back then Rider of the Bewilderbeast.
Legend has it that the Dragon King was a dragon in human skin. Dragon blood and Dragon fire flowed thru his veins' thus giving him the ability to control and create fire of his own, communicate and understand dragons and even summoning them from impossible distant. His dragon was a Bewilderbeast too and it is believed that the Princess herself is his own descendant. Many of the Dragon Riders believed that he will rise again to reunite the Riders together as a whole once more.
If you believe in the prophecy.
The Alpha rose from his bow and came eye level with the baby once more and if you look closely you can almost see the loving smile on his face and joy in his eyes. The silent's was suddenly broken by a high pitched squeal and bubbly laughter, the priests on the far side broke into a smile when they looked up and could see a pair of pink hands reaching out to the white behemoth in front and the little night fury sat up looking at him with curiosity as well, the alpha looked at the child with a perplexed looked, curiously the dragon brought one of his massive tusk forward the baby reached for it as far as he could and placed his tiny hands on the tip of the white tusked, he pulls it to himself and puts it in his mouth.
Valka couldn't help but laugh at the site of her son trying to eat the alphas tusk, his dragon sniffing it before taking a taste himself, the alpha just watching the two and not moving a muscle less he hurt the baby. She gets up and removes her son from his new found treat. The Bewilderbeast lifts his head only to find the nigh fury hatchling still hanging there, by its mouth, Valka chuckled and pulled the hatching off and sets him down with her son and stand back for the alpha to finish, he looks at the two and blows out a puff of white mist at the pair. Once it passed she looking back to find both baby and hatchling cover in frost, the moment was broken when her son sneezed and then the nightfury and then both, shaking the cold from their bodies, her son had a face that said 'what happen' then suddenly.
"HIC" he 'giggles' "hic" giggle, giggle "hic" giggle, giggle.
She smiled in endearment as she gathers up her son and dragon and closed her eyes feeling the weight in her arms, after years of war and death it felt wonderful to hold something, to feel something alive again. Looking up at the white king with love, awe and respect she bowed as much as she can with a baby in her arms as the King moved back to his pool and the dragons fly off. Behind her Valka's dragon Cloudjumper came up to her, who not for a moment did he leave his Rider's side during the pregnancy processes, to get a good look at her new hatchling. His wide golden eyes shine with inner light and somewhat cooed at the baby as he played with one of his claws while his dragon fell asleep in her arms.
"Cloudjumper meet my son" she said softly as she watched her dragon and her baby interact and from her arms came a loud.
"HIC"
Cloudjumper jumped back at the noise making a warbling sound, Valka laughs
"Worry not brother mine, he just has tha hiccups" Cloudjumper tilted his head crooning. "No I am not calling him Hiccup, Silly name for a Prince, I'll talk to Stoick about proper names for him when we get back and I need to send a terror and tell him of his son's early arrival."
"hic" 'giggle, giggle ' "hic" 'giggle, giggle ' "hic" 'giggle, giggle ' "hic" 'giggle.
"But first let's see what we can do about these hiccups."
Yes I Know Grimbeard was hiccups great-great-great grandfather but seriusly 'King Squidface'?
And I know Hiccup was born on a leap year but the conception didn't fit and I like the idea that he was born on the equinox so there.