Hey guys basically I've been told that 'the ugly side of the coin' is a bit rushed so that story will be paused in order to rectify this, don't worry though it won't be months ha ha, most likely a week or two. In the meantime I'm posting this story so you guys have something to read while I sort the story out. Enjoy xxxxx.
Hiccup screamed his despair when he saw Toothless's head roll to the side, the lifeless fear filled eyes staring straight back at him. Hiccup tried to run forward but was held back by Astrid who looked at him sadly he kicked and shouted trying to break free. The Monstrous Nightmare had managed to get away by fleeing from the ring leaving behind a large scorch mark. Hiccup could feel the mirrors of his mind slowly cracking as his father dragged him away by the arm and into the unlit great hall. The Chief shouted angrily at him grabbing him by the arms and shaking him before pulling Hiccup into a bear hug and whispering softly that he was glad his son had survived and was alright. But his assumption could not be farther from the truth. Hiccup felt a dark abyss form in his chest swallowing and corrupting his spirit; his best and only friend had been slaughtered because of the ignorance of the Vikings. As usual the lack of communication between his father and him had caused the rift to grow larger resulting in a grudge to form. Hiccup had disappeared into the woods shouting and screaming loudly, he would thrust his fist into a tree gritting his teeth in pain as his knuckles cracked and tore through the skin before looking up in determination. Every time he went in a large trail of destruction and blood was left for the wild animals of the cove to sniff around. A few days later Hiccup had smiled stretching his facial muscles to their limit and had apologised to the entire village stating he had been wrong and he understood why his father had done what he had. Hiccup also swore that he would work hard to win back their trust. Of course the repaired mirror had lost its reflection; the cracks stained the light seeping in the darkness. The village had cheered glad that the runt was finally becoming more like them and seemed to have taken the matters much more seriously.
Hiccup lay on his bed his thin arms crossed over his chest while the gears of his over active mind began grinding together with the perceived screeching of rusty metal. Astrid had come by to visit him she approached with caution and asked about his wellbeing. He barely said a word before bursting into tears, she had held him in her arms as he cried silently his body heaving, and her own tears welled up as she cuddled him closer. She kissed the top of his head and let him cry and release his emotions; she flinched and gasped quietly in pain when his fingers dug into her back. She made no move to stop him only let him release his emotions as best as he could. It was late into the night when she had finally left; Hiccup had finally cried himself to sleep delving into the realm of nightmares.
When Hiccup had woken up in the morning he had discovered that they had tossed the Nightfury deep in the woods leaving the carcass to rot. He had felt the familiar rage boil up in his throat as he approached the corpse. He let out a shuddering breath and rested his hand across the now cold scales, tears tracing his cheeks. Hiccup had uttered a silent prayer when he reached the decision of retrieving Toothless's hide swearing upon his life that he would look after it. Building a small pyre he set fire to the corpse fresh tears burning his eyes like acid. He watched despairingly as the flames flickered, the strong smell of burning wood and flesh filling the air. The fire crackled strangely and shifted into a silver flame, a gentle blue mist had lifted from the body and spread across the pyre while shifting with flowing motions. It stood before Hiccup almost as if it had presence of mind and then swirled around him as if embracing him. It then began to push in through his nose and mouth, Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut as his breath escaped him and his senses were overtaken. A familiar warm presence filled his soul before melding into his very being. Hiccup dropped to his knees and coughed up a small amount of blood while gasping for breath, his arms trembling violently as he attempted to adjust through the shock. He wiped his mouth and began to roll up the hide being careful not to damage it. He pushed it into the bag he had brought with him ideas forming already on what he should do with the hide. He sighed heading home with swollen eyes and a lump in his throat. Stoick had turned towards him when Hiccup had entered their home looking pale and unsteady.
"How are you son?" Stoick asked nervously one of his hands stroking his beard.
"I'm fine dad" Hiccup said breaking into a smile "oh I wanted to ask you, can I return to dragon training?" He forced a look of eagerness his eyes wide with bloodlust.
"I don't know son."
"Please dad I understand now that I need protect the village, I won't make the same mistake twice" Hiccup pleaded.
Stoick sighed before nodding "very well you will continue training tomorrow, make me proud son" he laughed clapping Hiccup on the shoulder hard causing the boy to stumble. He forced a smile at his father and went up to his room fighting the urge to stomp, and sat on the bed his eyes dark with anger. He had chosen to enter into dragon training to give the villagers the false assumption that he had become one of them. His hands wrung together nervously at the prospect of killing a dragon.
Over the next few months Hiccup had killed multiple dragons during the raids and training, he would come home covered in dragon blood and his father smiled with pride. The villagers now fell into the belief that he taking the side of the dragons had just been a momentary lapse in judgement. Hiccup just smiled, gritting his teeth and giving off the air of confidence that was much better defined as arrogance. Astrid would watch sadly from afar her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists knowing that every time he killed a dragon another part of his soul was being ripped away.
Hiccup's sleep had become irregular and had slowly morphed into insomnia. In a hard attempt to avoid the house and his father he spent his time working tirelessly in the forge tanning Toothless's hide and crafting it into durable armour. His green eyes would narrow in concentration as he stitched on the buckles and hooks turning it into a flight suit. His thoughts constantly wandering towards the funeral he had suffered through. Ever since then he had begun to notice strange changes occurring in his body. His senses had become much sharper allowing him to hear, smell and see from miles away allowing him to become more aware of his surroundings. He found that lifting heavier objects had become slightly easier. His reflexes had improved as well as his speed, he had also begun to notice that his skin was becoming warmer and the heat did not bother him as much as it used to. Of course the changes were not huge if he wanted them to improve he would have to train extremely hard.
Hiccup spent his days in the forest training with Gobber while he spent his evenings working in the forge trying to perfect his equipment. The sixteen year old huffed out as he took another blow to the ribs from Gobber.
"Come on lad! You won't get anywhere at this rate!" Gobber shouted egging the smaller Viking on. Hiccup's lip curled back into a frightening snarl one that would put a dragon to shame. He swung the sword around heavily only to be stopped by the blacksmith blocking the blow. Gobber grinned and pushed against the sword with his hammer, Hiccup let out an exhausted gasp trying to meet him equally in the blows. Already he began to notice the changes, his stamina and strength had increased over the months. His scars had increased has he fought to improve his agility which involved falling out of trees and slipping on sharp rocks.
Stoick had slowly begun to teach him more about becoming a chief and looking after their people. He was learning about all of the allies and the responsibilities of becoming chief. Hiccup wouldn't even bother to smile anymore it had become far too exhausting. His facial muscles ached traitorously every time he stretched his mouth upwards.
Hiccup had become seventeen, his outlook on life becoming much darker. He would constantly scowl every time someone had thrown their arm around his shoulders. Hiccup had improved a lot in his combat training with Gobber and was able to now defend himself against the heavy blows. He had struck a growth spurt putting him at five foot nine and his hair had become messier forcing him to cut his fringe slightly shorter. Stoick had decided to take him to the annual treaty signing with the tribe of the shivering shores firmly insisting that as future chief he should become familiar with their allies. The boat ride had been a painful five days in which Hiccup had seriously begun to consider throwing himself overboard and letting a Scauldron eat him. They had spent a couple pf days there during which Hiccup had met the chief's daughter who had struck up a friendship with him, all but securing their alliance. She had shown Hiccup to an elderly female tattooist to which he had responded eagerly. The tattoos had been given free of charge which was an offer Hiccup could not refuse, he had jumped enthusiastically at the opportunity. He had gotten a Nordic knot circling his right bicep and a tribal Nightfury across his chest fanning across his faintly toned stomach. He had looked at the work happily and had vowed to bring a gift the next time he returned. The woman simply smiled and told him not to worry about it inviting him back if he ever wanted another.
Hiccup had also decided to pierce his own ears adding numerical studs to represent the amount of dragons he had been forced to kill. They acted almost like a counter and he constantly added runes to the silver. On a whim he had also decided to pierce his tongue being careful to avoid the arteries by enlisting the help of Gothi who had pointed out the correct area to pierce. He also added a curved lip bar on the left side of his lower lip and would often play with it using his teeth. Stoick looked disapprovingly at Hiccups new style wondering why his son would willingly punch holes in his flesh. When he had attempted to discuss this with Hiccup the teen had simply sneered and said.
"I'm killing dragons isn't that enough for you?"
After that Stoick had let the matter drop and had never approached the subject again.
Hiccup would reluctantly go to the mead hall for dinner and would sit introverted on the edge of the bench. Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and the twins had been the only ones who willingly hung around him. The villagers had become unnerved at Hiccup's dark demeanour he no longer made an effort to indulge in conversation only responding with softly spoken words. Astrid at times would squeeze his shoulder comfortingly and rest her head on his shoulder as a show of support. He would look at her with predatory eyes while resting his knuckles under his chin; his tongue would pop out every now and then to play with the lip bar. Whenever he followed through with the action Astrid would blush lightly and avert her gaze from his. She had become interested in his ear piercings gently tracing them with her finger and asked if he could do them for her when he was not busy. He had simply nodded before giving her a time to meet him at the forge and retiring for the night. Snotlout stared after him; he had also changed in his approach to Hiccup and was no longer making his life miserable. Astrid watched his tall figure disappear from the mead hall sighing unhappily, her heart clenching in worry, knowing he was not okay.
Astrid had arrived at the forge early and sat down in one of the chairs waiting for him to finish his current task. He had chosen to forgo his shirt which had provided Astrid with a brilliant view of his developing muscles that were framing his lean figure. Her eyes observed his tattoos in awe, the Nightfury over his heart framed his chest making it look much more attractive. The tail of the dragon trailed across his slightly visible abs before disappearing under the hem of his trousers where his hip bones were.
"Wow" she whispered walking over to him "they're beautiful, when did you get them done?" she asked gently. He looked at her before pulling a needle from his tool apron and sanitising it through fire. There was also a pair of silver sleepers sitting on the table both had a glass gem in the middle.
"I had it done back when I visited the shivering shores with my father, are you ready?" he asked, when she nodded he motioned her to take a seat. She pulled her hair back with a determined look on her face, having no fear of any pain. She became slightly nervous as he bent over marking her ear with charcoal while giving her a nice view of his neck and collar bones. She squirmed uncomfortably at his close proximity. Hiccup swiftly pushed the needle through the soft flesh of her ear. Astrid jumped involuntarily at the invading sensation before stilling when Hiccup growled at her disapprovingly. He placed the silver sleeper through the piercing before doing the same to the other one and wiping it clean.
"There will be a small amount of pus, just wash it out with salted water, don't remove the sleepers and I'll check your ears after a week." He said turning back to the forge and continued working on melting down the spare Nightfury scales. She reached over his shoulder her hand resting on his blades and pressed a kiss on his cheek whispering a quiet thank you before leaving. Hiccup sighed wiping his brow and looking after her retreating figure while sinful thoughts flooded his brain. He adjusted his trousers in discomfort and huffed out quietly not even noticing the steam that left his mouth. He sat down and rubbed the back of his neck, dealing with the villagers was becoming exhausting. When he began to excel at slaughter he had instantly gained five thousand new friends none of which he wanted. Having to constantly act as though he was one of them gave him a headache. He flicked his tongue against his lip playing with the ball before withdrawing his tongue. Hiccup watched the scales melt before bubbling softly, the site was oddly relaxing but the memory consuming. He thought back to Toothless the fear in the dragon's eyes, the horror he felt when he watched his friend die. Hiccup stood angrily and snarled out enraged kicking his chair across the room.
"Whoa easy lad!" Gobber exclaimed narrowly avoiding being struck in the head. Hiccup glared at the blacksmith before sinking down to the floor leaning his head back against the wall.
"What's got you so riled up my boy" Gobber asked straightening the chair and lowering on to it.
"Everything" Hiccup sighed closing his eyes, his auburn lashes brushing against his cheek bones.
"It's the dragon killing isn't it?" Gobber said quietly.
"What makes you say that?" Hiccup sneered sarcastically.
"I see your face when you kill them; it's never a look of triumph." Hiccup looked at Gobber with a brow raised.
"You saw that huh?" he asked softly, the elderly blacksmith nodded his head picking at his ear with his hook. "Well life is life" Hiccup snorted before getting up and pulling the bucket of liquefied dragon scales. He poured the black molten lava into a longsword mould, picking it up with a pair of tongs he began to hammer at it pouring all of his anger and sadness into the blade.
Hiccup had hit eighteen and endured another growth spurt that put him at six foot one. His flight suit had been completed the black scales giving him a much more deadly and imposing look. The armour was fireproof and hardy; he also had a sword made from the melted down Nightfury scales mixed with iron. He never separated from the blade always keeping it on his person even when he was asleep. The numerical piercings had increased forcing him to add a fifth set of piercings to his ears. He had also gotten another tattoo of a monstrous nightmare tail that circled his neck and stopped under his jaw. When he had next visited the shivering shores the woman that had given him his tattoos had taught him how to do them himself before sadly passing away a few days later. Hiccup had made his father to extend their stay as he wished to attend the funeral and say good bye to the woman that had done a lot for him.
Hiccup had been working at the forge before the loud and horrified cries echoed through the entire village. Ripping off his apron he rushed outside. A Viking had been discovered lying face down in a pool of his own blood his body brutally carved and on his back the words that filled everyone with a sickening dread.
"The hunt has begun….."
I'm hoping this doesn't appear rushed xD I'm really trying hard, can you guys let me know please so I can improve.
Edit, guys I had to edit I found two horrendous grammatical errors that basically destroyed my life xD LOL, but while I was at it I also edited some other stuff so enjoy!
