AN: A few months ago I was giving an OC description from Gordon519 and hopefully this is the story in which I will use him in.
Warning: I have absolutely no idea where this will go, but I hope you'll like it
All credit for the OC goes to Gordon519.

There once was a Viking village...

The tribe it belonged to was ruled by a Chief who was most beloved. The Chief had three sons each one talented in his own way.

The first, Robert, was great at guiding his people to safety when the Dragons attacked.

The second, Bill, was wise and came up with all the new fighting and comeback attacks to use against the beasts that ruled the skies.

And the third one, Dathomire, was kind to all his people - even when they pushed him around and laughed at him for being a runt.

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One day Dathomire, ventured out into the woods taking his bow and arrow, in case there was something to hunt.

After a full day of being out in the forest, Dathomire was heading back to the village to find it in the middle of a dragon raid and that there was a family trapped in their on fire house, the shape of a Night Fury circling around it.

Knowing it was wrong, but it was the only way, Dathomire strung up his bow and fired hitting the dragon right in the chest.

As quickly as he could, Dathomire ran into the house to tell the family it was safe to come out, just as it was about to collapse.

Waiting for everyone to go ahead of him Dathomire didn't make it out in time, being caught under the burning beams, the last thing he saw was the shape of a Night Fury coming towards him.

Upon opening his eyes again, Dathomire felt different, and way warmer than he usually did.

'Mama, Mama he's awake!' a young voice Dathomire had never heard before called out getting him to look around and see he was inside some kind of cave.

"Where... Where am I?" he asked rubbing his head his skin feeling funny and his back killing him.

'Your safe, in our cave,' a female voice said 'I brought you here after rescuing you from the fire.'

"What fire?" Dathomire asked getting his vision working again seeing he was indeed inside a cave. "And why did you bring me here? Not that I don't appreciate it?"

At last he got his eyes working, working better then they normally did, and spotted two black dragons before him.

Gasping and scampering towards the wall, he reached for his bow but couldn't find it.

'Looking for this?' the bigger one asked toying with the weapon on the ground 'I think you'd better get used to those wings and that tail before you get this back boy.'

"My... My what?" Dathomire asked finally looking over himself seeing black scales here and there up his arms, a Night Fury birth mark on one of them.
Looking to his hair he saw it was now black sure that it was not that color before.
Turning to look over his shoulder, he saw why his back was hurting so much, it was because two large black wings were coming out of it. and lower down there was a long four finned tail.

"What... What's happened to me?" Dathomire asked looking over himself again "What am I?"

'You are known amongst Dragons as a Halfa,' the Mother Fury explained as she chose to lie down her child coming over to be with her both setting their eyes on Dathomire. 'Which means you're half Dragon, half Human.'

"Are there any other 'Halfa's'?" Dathomire asked getting the feeling to just go with it.

'There are some,' she said nodding 'But most are either in hiding or gone. The Humans see them as monsters, just like all us other Dragons.'

"What do you mean?" Dathomire asked never seeing dragons as people before, and thought that they did what they did because of what they are.

'When you think of Dragons...' Mother Fury asked looking up from her child to Dathomire 'What goes on inside your head?'

"Um..." Dathomire said looking to the child who's large curious bright green eyes were on him. "That they take what they want when they want it, they attack with out reason, and only care about themselves," he said.

'Lies... All of it. Especially the caring part,' the Mother said looking to her child as a gesture of proof. 'We take what is needed when we need it. We only attack when something attacks us first. And we care for everyone in our clan, herd, flock, and family. We raid your homes because we have to,' she said looking away and becoming quieter but Dathomire heard every word.

'There are some Nests that have not so very nice rulers, who if they're not happy with the 'care' the herd gives them, will show it by getting rid of them. Most of the time in front of everyone else to show they mean it and to reminding the others not to do what ever it was again.'

This shocked Dathomire. Never before had this gone through his mind. That everything they knew about Dragons was wrong.

"Please take me back," Dathomire said getting an idea. "If I explain this to the Vikings then maybe..."

'You want to go and talk to Vikings looking like that?' the Mother asked a bit of sarcasm in her voice. 'Even if they did accept you, what would you say when they ask where did you get this information from? I'm sorry, but the safest place for you to be... Is away from them.'

With that the Mother Fury got up and after taking grip of the child in her toothless mouth, left Dathomire to his thoughts.

That night, Dathomire made his own way back to the village weapon in hand just in case they did as the Night Fury said they'd do if he was caught, and watched the dragon raid always remembering what she said.

And that's what he saw.

Over by the farm there was a Monstrous Nightmare what up until one man threw his axe at it, did not set itself on fire or attack him. And over by the plaza, there were about six men tying up a bunch of Nadders, after they cried out for help a Zippleback came over and covered the men in it's gas as the other head ignited it, making the men drop the ropes, letting the Nadders escape.

Then Dathomire heard a cry for help from a sounding too young to be out here dragon.

Getting to his feet, Dathomire ran as fast as he could, sticking to the shadows when he can, and shooting arrows through the nets and bolas that the Vikings were throwing at the dragons.

Finally, he got there, and saw a small Deadly Nadder, quivering in the corner it was pinned against and a Vinking twiling his axe and having a look of glee on his face.

"HEY!" Dathomire cried out getting both their attentions. "Back away from the Nadder!" he said stringing up his bow and aiming it at the Viking.

"And what in Thor's name are you going to do to stop me? Huh?" the Viking asked eyeing Dathomire "In fact... What in Odin's name are you?"

"I am the one, who will kill you if you don't back off from that Nadder," Dathomire said pulling on the string of his bow a bit more.

"You haven't got the guts to..." the man said coming over to Dathomire. "Someone as small and weak looking as you... Ha don't make me laugh." he said as he began to laugh his head off.

Just then there was a 'TWANG' of a bow's string being released and the laughter stopped and there was a 'THUD' of the Viking falling to the ground.

"I don't like being laughed at Robert!" Dathomire said glaring down to the man he once saw as a brother.

"D... Dathomire?" Robert asked in his last few breaths. "Wh... What happened to you? How... How are you here? The... The whole village saw... Saw that house fall down on you?"

"I don't know what happened to me," Dathomire said slowly going over to the Nadder who ran into his arms trusting him straight away "But I'm here because a dragon saved me. And I can tell just by spending one day with them... that they'll care for me more than anyone here ever did. Goodbye Robert."

With that and shouldering his bow, Dathomire spread his wings and took to the sky and headed back to the cave where his new life as the 'Prince of Dragons' will begin.