How to train your Alien Dragon/Car Robot
OR:
A portrait of Hiccup as a Transformer's pet human.
Warnings: AU Toothcup ahead, and why? Because I fucking love Toothcup. Transformers, based in the movies, only with more slashy awesomeness.
Pairings: Toothcup. WillXSarahXIronhideXChromia (And what the frag would you even call that?!), BeeXSam, MilesXBarricade and AlexisXStarscream, MegatronXNightbird, RachetXWheeljack, OptimusXElita, SideswipeXBluestreakXSunstre aker. And MAYBE AstridXMikeyla. MAYBE…
Past Pairings: HiccupXAstrid, SamXMikeyla, Hot RodXBee, References JazzXProwl
Harold "Hiccup" Haddock was of old Norse blood, not that you could tell that by looking at him. The 17 year old teen was scrawny as could be, with itty bitty toothpicks for limbs- or so everybody said. Nobody realized that he was actually fairly strong, having worked at his uncle Gobber's metal shop for 8 years. As it was, he could carry around metal sheets all day, and could pound a bent piece of metal flat faster than anyone else in the shop.
Not, of course, that anyone realized that. His friend, Arnold "Fishlegs" Lancaster knew, of course, but after that? Nobody stopped to think about it, because nobody knew the facts. He never fought back if he was attacked at school by bullies, and so it was assumed that he was a wimp. And a nerd. But mostly a wimp.
Of course, nobody knew the ridiculously large secret was keeping (other than his bisexuality. Fishlegs knew about that bit.). Oh yes, if this secret was revealed, he could be in a LOT of trouble…
His car was a robotic dragon from outer space that he called Toothless.
They'd met after 'Toothless' crash landed as a meteor in the field outside Hiccup's house, and when the then 14 year old had gone to investigate, he'd found the robotic beast damaged and leaking something blue and warm. Knowing his way around metals, the boy had done his best to patch up the wounds and keep the thing alive… only to end up with a giant robot dragon that insisted on following him around.
Perhaps giant was a stretch. He was only 12 feet when walking on all fours, 15 if he stood on two legs. He turned into a 79' Mustang, old and beat up (just like Hiccup's dad, actually!), and Hiccup kept him washed and waxed 'til he shown, which pleased the robotic dragon to no end. In the summer time Hiccup would take his friend out to the fields where he'd crashed and wash him obsessively well, shirt off as he stretched over the hood and labored intensively to get every inch of 'car' clean.
And not that he'd tell anyone, but the way Toothless's engine vibrated as it seemed to purr in pleasure as he rubbed down the doors got him REALLY excited.
Optimus Prime resisted the urge to sigh and rub his face with his hand as he read the report on the data-pad sitting on his desk before him, held at an angle with one hand. It was more of the same- Decepticons attacking, NEST fighting back, and the Decepticon being defeated, but at the cost of so many soldiers. His battle mask was up to hide his emotions.
The next report was not so common. It seemed a local human newspaper in a town called 'Berk' was reporting instances of strange lights, sounds, and of flying objects in the night sky. What made it peculiar and memorable was that there was a picture, just one picture, of the object.
And Optimus recognized it. Standing up, he opened a comm to the base.
"Code Red, I repeat, Code Red. We have Decepticon activity in the United States. All personnel gather in the hanger. This is not a drill, Optimus Prime out!"
And it begins…