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This story takes place after How To Train Your Dragon, and after the TV Series (DreamWorks Dragons: Riders & Defenders of Berk), but before How To Train Your Dragon 2.
Summary: He didn't realise, until now. Change. It happens, & it doesn't. He certainly wanted change. He really, really wants to initiate it. But how? They are brothers. Not in blood, but in bond. He wants change. But does his brother?
This indicates thoughts/thinking.
Chapter 1:
(3rd Person Point of View).
Change. It happens. And it doesn't. Change of the greatest nature, or of the smallest switch. Or perhaps no change at all.
There are some things in this world that never change.
And of course there are some things that do.
The dragon of the night was thinking. Concentrating. For the first time in his life, he was thinking things over.
He remembered the days when he found his purpose. The day his life shattered into a million pieces for the first time. He suffered only for a moon & a sun mostly, when he lost his flight. Though it felt like an eternity.
And the days not long after when the pieces that were shattered were replaced, by an entirely new perspective of life. A second chance.
Those days putting the new shards back together were some of his fondest memories.
The dragon of the night discovered that he had a whole new purpose when those days were in motion.
The dragon of the night, known to Vikings as the legendary Night Fury, remembers. He remembers all. His memory as crystal clear as his vision in the night.
Even now, as the dragon stands atop the highest point of Berk, with the wind on his scales, he remembers his past.
Toothless was coming to an entirely new realisation. He loved Hiccup.
No, not as a mate or else, but as much or possibly even more than a brother. In Toothless opinion, they were brothers, maybe not in blood, but in bond.
But this wasn't what the Night Fury had the realisation about. As the oversized lizard, as some of the Vikings called him, thought, after all he and Hiccup had been through, overall nothing had changed.
Since the huge battle with the Red Death that is. After the Red Deaths defeat, and the alliance formed, life was amazing for him.
Yes. He used past tense. Life was amazing for him.
He used to love all those "come on bud!"s from his brother and rider. He loved at the time all those battles and adventures they had. The Screaming Death, with Alvin, and even with Dagur and the Berserkers.
Hiccup would hop on Toothless, fly somewhere, and do his business. He'd fly the Night Fury all over Berk and around, and yet, the dragon of the night never realised.
He tried to imagine if Hiccup would think a little. If his rider could see a new perspective. Such as, what if he bought a horse? And rode it everywhere around Berk. Fed it. Let it sleep and get comfortable.
What would the difference be between himself and a horse to Hiccup? Hiccup doesn't talk much to him unlike he used to when they were bonding. When they're alone, he talks mainly to himself. He wants Toothless to fly him wherever he wants when he wants it.
He could be working in the forge, tell him to stay outside, then realise something, and call him over, get on, and that's it.
What am I to him? Toothless thought.
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Hiccup was busy. As he always is. He is a busy young man, even compared to others his age. The young heir to be chief was designing a new symbol for the Berk Dragon Academy.
He was currently drawing some prototypes onto some paper. Even though it was the middle of the night, and his father's snores echoed nosily off the walls of the house, he was concentrating.
Even at the age of 19, he usually disliked staying up late. He liked to sleep early to wake up early. But his father had suggested changing the Academy's symbol, and he agreed.
Of course, he didn't need to be up this late. But he chose to. For two reasons.
One, he wanted to get the design done on paper before he would make it.
Two -
Suddenly he heard the creaking of wood and scrape of boots against the side of the house. No sooner had he looked up from his desk, had he caught a glimpse of blond hair, he smirked to himself and kept on working in the candlelight.
"Good evening milady." The auburn haired teen greeted without looking.
"Oh, you're awake." She sighed disappointedly. She climbed through the window with a grunt, and landed perfectly on her feet on the floor, rattling the house.
She sauntered over to him with her gracious footsteps, and peered over his shoulder. At the same time he felt warm arms wrap around himself.
"Whatcha doing?" She asked.
(Hiccups 1st person Point of View).
I withdrew my charcoal pencil and leaned back onto the chair as her arms wrapped around more tightly.
"Re-designing a new symbol for the Academy. Dad suggested to make a new one." I shrugged. I moved the design closer to the wall, and put my hands on Astrid's arms.
"And what brings the goddess of beauty here at this late hour may I ask?"
Astrid withdrew her arms and gave me a punch to the shoulder. "Ouch." I turned around to give her a hurt expression.
"Do I need a reason to hang out with the future chief who is currently my boyfriend?" She pouted, crossing her arms and tapping her right foot on floor.
I chuckled and grabbed her arms. "Come here you." I tried to bring her close as she struggled to break free. Until finally she reluctantly relaxed her futile attempts to escape and looked me right in the eyes as she sat in my lap, her arms around my back as mine around hers.
Success!
"Of course you don't need a reason. But it happens to be the middle of the ni- ow!" He exclaimed, clutching his other bruised arm that her fist just withdrew from.
Fail. . .
"I don't care." She smiled at my hurt expression again and leaned forward to kiss me.
Just before our lips met she turned her face. "Wh-"
"Where's Toothless?"
End Of Chapter 1.
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