The Dragon Prince
A How to Train Your Dragon Fanfiction

"The unholy offspring of lightning and Death itself."
-The Dragon Manuel

One
Royal Blood

The night was cool and the air was foggy, typical of most nights on the dragon's island.
Barely visible through the mist was a hoard of dragons. Two-headed dragons called Zipplebacks with a catch in each head; giant dragons with fine sets of horns, known as Monstrous Nightmares, carrying sheep in their talons; wart-ridden fat ones called Gronkles with huge fish in their overlapping jaws.
They were headed to this island. And as they swooped into it, dropping the majority of their catch into the steaming pit of the queen, they hoped they had brought enough.
One of these dragons, a Nadder, flew with several smaller fish in her mouth to a rocky outlook of the pit. This was her nest.
Her chicks, of green and purple and one light blue one like herself, jumped and roared for her in their squeaky tones.
"Ma, why were you out so late?" one asked. It was a purple one with small spikes rippling in ivory shades. This one they called Ripple.
"I needed to get an extra catch for the queen," their mother answered, laying down most of the fish but keeping a few to eat herself.
"Why can't she just fly away and get it herself?" Ripple asked, swallowing a tuna whole.
"Yea, all she does is hide in that pit," the blue one growled. It would come by the name of Stormfly. "Keep your manners!" their mother gasped. "We do it so that she won't eat us. She's much bigger than you or I."
"How big?" Ripple asked.
"Big enough to take an entire whale and swallow it whole," their mom said, laying down and resting her chin on the edge.
"Then why does she have such a small egg?" Stormfly asked, folding down her wings next to her.
"I don't know: they say the father was a Skrill," she said, yawning.
The egg in question was the Dragon Prince. It was the Queen's only egg. It lied in an indent inside of the mountain, kept warm by the rising steam. The rocks left an opening in the top to see the egg. It was night-black with a Navy Blue glint, like its Skrill father.
"When that thing hatches, it'll be as awful-looking as its butt-ugly mother," the Nadder growled.
No one wanted to admit it. The Queen was truly ugly. No one really knew if she had ran into the mountain when she was young or what, but she even had three eyes.
And the only human to have ever visited (he hadn't even come out alive) had called her the Red Death.

Meanwhile, across the pit, was a Monstrous Nightmare's nest.
She had two chicks, one sunset purple and the other magma red.
She was right next to the Dragon Prince's nest, and took high esteem in being the egg's neighbor. Their hatchlings could play so well together…if they didn't die of the sight of that prince first.
The line of the queen had come uninterrupted, and this was the first male. No one knew what happened to the father-he flew into the iced part of the land they knew and hadn't returned.
That made the Queen eat one of her own subjects, the Tiny Terror that bore the news.
In the week that had followed that dreadful bite, the Tiny Terrors grew in resentment of their queen. And so, afraid they might pull something drastic, this Monstrous Nightmare had been put in charge of it as well as a few others of her kind-
and in memory of her husband, a Skrill.
The Skrill, named Flashzap, rested in the chamber itself. The chamber was smoothed inside, the egg resting in a small bed of whatever plant material they could scrape off the blackened rock.
The Nightmare herself was called Sunroar. She was an orange color that faded to red at her edges. Her red chick would be called Hookfang, her purple one Adderfang.
It was her turn to keep watch tonight, so watch she did.

Well, that went well.
in case you didn't notice, this story will be about the time before and during Toothless' childhood. Meatlug, Barf and Belch, and Warnado will come in later, so HOLD ON TO YO' AXES!