Mondwächter here to say that honestly, this pairing makes no sense man…like, at all. I mean, really? Hiccup is a human, Toothless is a surprisingly easy to train dragon that could easily eat Hiccup in three bites…okay maybe four, but still. With that in mind, why not look at another reason why these two could never be…ASTRID IS HICCUP'S LOVE INTEREST! Like, seriously :U
But you know what? I say frack that. Just frack it all and shoot it into the sun 'cause I feel like warping this delightful film just this once. So read, enjoy (or cringe and gag, I don't really care), and try not to gouge out your eyes at the sparse pop ups of my own OC. (I promise he won't do much.)
I spy a line here
(No One Point of View)
It is said by the Vikings of old that the Night Fury is the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself…from Hiccup's point of view, Toothless might have well been like any other dragon. Albeit stronger, faster, and smarter, but still a dragon all the same. A few years had passed since Hiccup, with the help of his fellow teen Vikings and befriended dragons of course, had brought down the Red Death and brought peace to the sturdy village of Berk.
The village of Berk had become complacent, incidents with stubborn or newly discovered dragons excluded of course, and lately, Stoic was finding it hard to keep his son on the ground let alone getting the boy to complete his chores. Every morning, long before the battled hardened man even thought of getting up, Hiccup would rise, gather enough supplies for a day's journey, and disappear astride the black devil's back. Not even Astrid's tenacity could bring the scrawny Viking home. Yet, Hiccup would always return, his satchel filled with newly drawn maps of the island, each more detailed and accurate than the last. Sometimes the boy would have a whole swarm of dragons in tow when he came back or maybe just a lost hatchling nestled under his shirt. In any case, Hiccup always seemed to have a plausible excuse to leave the village nearly every day and Stoic was growing uneasy about the whole thing.
While yes, he had gotten over the deeply ingrained grudge against dragons, he could never truly accept the close bond between his son and the most deadly and mysterious dragon, next to the Red Death, ever known to Berk. Not even the rest of the teens or new generations of dragon tamers had formed such a bond. Then, to add to his worry, the black devil was more protective over Hiccup than Stoic, bristling and growling at any who yelled angrily at the small Viking for any reason. Should he shrug that aside, there was his son's obvious endearment to the beast. Canceled plans quickly became a regular thing with Hiccup, and there was the unmistakable joy that only Toothless managed to give the boy. It was bad enough that the boy spent a majority of his time training the scaled creatures, but for Toothless to become his only source of happiness…it all just seemed so unnatural to Stoic.
Speaking of which, the source of his confusion had finally come home after a week long absence, the squeaky cry of a hatchling being jostled awake warning Stoic what kind of excuse the scrawny brunette had to offer this time around. The Night Fury could be heard cooing and rumbling in what Stoic equated to Toothless' version of gushy baby talk children and softhearted individuals were prone to in the presence of adorable creatures. Rolling his eyes, Stoic returned to poking at the hearty stew he had made for dinner, the amount of the heavily seasoned meal within the large pot nearly enough to satisfy Toothless. A few minutes later and Hiccup joined him inside, a small Deadly Nadder hatchling peeking out from the neckline of Hiccup's tunic. The dragon-loving boy tickled it gently under its soft-scaled jaw, easing a squeaky dragon giggle from the tiny body.
"Son, what have I told you about bringing the hatchlings home?"
"Not to, but this little guy was hurt. I found him up near Nightmare Point."
At this, Stoic's eye twitched at the mention of that death trap of an area. For some reason, the winds were never stable, always changing direction and strength at the drop of a hammer. At the sight of his father freezing up for a split second, Hiccup swallowed thickly. He had mentioned Nightmare Point in the hopes that it would help his argument of keeping the Nadder until the tear in its wing healed, but he had completely forgotten about his last accident there. He and Toothless had been ripped to the side by a massive gust of air and tossed like ragdoll until the wind ceased and dropped them as fast as Astrid could fling her axe, both of them had been grounded for nearly a month to heal. Too bad Stoic didn't know Nightmare Point had become the duo's favorite training area. Before Stoic could turn around and give Hiccup another winded scolding, the boy had disappeared up the steps, the large fish that had been waiting on the table for its turn to be cook mysteriously gone.
Sighing, Stoic ignored it for now. Even with half a leg missing, Hiccup still managed to get himself into trouble no matter what. Hiccup on the other hand, was busy making a small comfortable nest of cloth and various other comfortable materials he had lying about his room for the rescued hatchling. Naturally, Toothless had already found his way in, his intelligent toxic green eyes watching Hiccup intently from his spot in the rafters. Once his rider was finished, the jet-black dragon hopped down, rubbing against Hiccup affectionately while cooing at the baby Nadder.
In all honesty, Toothless was still baffled about his human. They had met on the worst of terms and he had even roared directly in the face of the scrawny Viking, but the boy still came back. He gave him fish, and with the boy's help, the ability to fly. A taboo friendship was formed, and even when it looked like Hiccup had to choose his kind or the dragons, he choose outside of his species, willing to risk his life to prove the dragons weren't bloodthirsty monsters. In the end, they were more like one being than a dragon and a human.
As for Hiccup…well, Hiccup was Hiccup. He wanted to explore and devote as much time as he could to make sure Toothless never missed out because of the crippling injury he had given the powerful beast. Yet, at the same time, he knew he was drifting. Astrid had started to give up; her once violent or at least loud reactions to him apologetically cancelling plans had become indifferent. A nod and a shrug served in place of a scolding and a sound punch to his arm, and the others had followed in suit. It was almost startling when he finally saw that his friends actually expected him to skip out on training sessions or the small parties they often held after a plentiful day of fishing or finally perfecting a flight technique. Instead, he was in the roost tending to the dragons or out flying with Toothless to chart maps, find more dragon breeds, or just pick up hatchlings that had gotten lost or injured one way or another. Yet, at the same time, he could see how he came to prefer the company of dragons over other Vikings.
While he and Toothless had a rocky start, Toothless never judged him…well maybe a little but he couldn't be sure. Once he had figured out a few tricks, Hiccup found other dragons were just as accepting as Toothless. To the Vikings of Berk, he had been a screw up, a too short, too scrawny teen that was just an accident waiting to happen. It was probably the fact that if it wasn't for Toothless, Hiccup would have probably remained Hiccup the Screw Up forever. Yet, that was the past, as for tonight, Hiccup was already planning a trip to the far side of the island. For all of the documents and island maps, the other side of the island seemed to be largely unexplored, but rumored to experience more violent storms. That little tidbit made Hiccup worry a bit, but if he and Toothless could navigate Nightmare Point with ease, a rough storm would be nothing.
The next day went smoothly in Hiccup's opinion. He had met with his friends for once, helping them train a young and unruly Monstrous Nightmare before going on a pleasure flight with the gang. Toothless showed off, of course, but the others took his antics in good humor. During lunch, Hiccup finally remembered to notify the gang of his self-scheduled flight to the other side of Berk before they made plans including the scrawny Viking. Afterwards, as a show of faith, and to avoid another scolding from Stoic, Hiccup managed to persuade Astrid to care for the baby Deadly Nadder until it was healthy enough to stay in the coop. Then, after a routine check on the coop and other dragon related areas, Hiccup and Toothless went on one last flight before spending the remaining hours of the day playing in the cove where they had become friends.
By the time night fell, the duo was pleasantly exhausted, their bellies full with fish they had caught from the large pond and the sea. Naturally, not wanting to catch Stoic's eye since Hiccup suspected Astrid had probably told him of his next little adventure by now, the pair entered through the enlarged window of Hiccup's bedroom. From there, Hiccup moved about silently, Toothless watching lazily as his rider picked things up and set them down. Some items went into a trusty leather satchel; food, parchment, spare clothing and the like, other items were simply set in their proper place for the time being. Secretly, Toothless withheld a pleased groan. He knew all the pacing and fussing meant a long flight away from the human village, away from the humans and dragons that seemed to delight in tearing Hiccup away from his side.
Was Toothless possessive over his human? Yes, he was, and he wasn't afraid to bellow and snarl at any who dared tried to change that. He hated it when Hiccups friends tried to make his rider do things on the ground, human things that dragons really couldn't participate in, like parties in the small hut houses the humans used. Toothless could never fit inside comfortably with all of the other humans there, so he was stuck outside, waiting for his Viking to get fed up with the noise and drinking and return to him. As for the other dragons, they were too clingy for the Night Fury's comfort. He could understand why they would want Hiccup around more than Toothless allowed, after all, Hiccup was the only human so far that could understand them like he did. Other Vikings, no matter how many times Hiccup taught them and scribbled on the yellow paper, continued to cross boundaries and do things wrong.
Just last week, a Hideous Zippleback was clearly trying to convey that there was a smoked eel in the fish pile, the Vikings tending to that area thought the two headed dragon was being silly and threatening the fish pile. It wasn't until Hiccup pulled the disgusting thing out and lectured the brutish humans that they finally figured out what was wrong. Yet, that didn't matter, it was the overly affectionate, in Toothless' opinion, nuzzling and cuddling the Zippleback did afterwards that made the Night Fury huff smoke rings.
Hiccup startled the brooding dragon out of his thoughts with a gentle good night pat on the head and a warm smile. Toxic green eyes darted between the full satchel and the sleepy expression of his Hiccup. The snuffing of the few candles that lit the room announced that the brunette was turning in for the night. A few words were heard, murmured into the dark room to the only other living creature. The jet-black dragon could understand only a few words, but he got the message all the same. He cooed softly in reply, curling up next to the bed silently, quickly succumbing to a light sleep filled with just enough dreams to prevent him from waking too soon.
I Spy the Ending Line
Well, first chapter done…what? Surprised that there wasn't mindless smut (or my OC) to be found right off the bat? Don't be, that will come in due time. As for now, comment, tell me what you thought, what you still think. Please put words and reason behind 'this fracking sucked, what were you thinking' or 'I loved this, write more!' I love hearing what you have to say, it encourages me to write faster.