Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.
A/N: Welcome reader! First I just wanted to say that I am a huge fan of "Cloudjumper took Valka and Hiccup" fics and even though there are many swimming around out there, I wanted to give my own take on it.
Dragon speech is in Italics.
"Great gods Valka, what have you done?!" Gothi demanded through writings on the earthy ground.
The slender woman lowered her head in shame, whispered: "I—I didn't think he would end up like this…"
Gothi stared at the scarred bite mark on the younger woman's hand. When she returned her eyes to the mother's face, there was sadness written within her orbs. She moved to write again. "My dear, I have nothing good to tell you. Whatever it is you did with those dragons, it has cursed your son." The elder hesitated before continuing her writing. "I'm sorry Valka, but you your unborn son must leave the island."
The mother felt a sword pierce her heart at this, shot up. "What?" she demanded. "This can't be! Can you not heal him?"
The elder shook her wrinkled head grimly, began writing in the earth once more. "He's still within you yet there is life as if he were already born. You've only been pregnant for two months yet you appear to be prepared to give birth. What dragon did you say marked you?"
Valka brought to mind the horrifying memory, remembered the fear of that dragon accidentally hitting her and killing her unborn son. She managed to say the name: "A Night Fury."
The old woman straightened, fear in her eyes. Quickly she wrote again. "You must leave, now! Whatever demon is inside you cannot be birthed here on Berk."
The thought of leaving her home was crushing and she had to fight back the tears. "What about Stoick?" she asked frantically. "He doesn't even know of this. I can't just leave him!"
Gothi wrote again. "By you telling him, it'll only put him in danger. He'll learn but in time. You must trust me on this."
Her fighting wasn't enough; the tears coursed down her cheeks and stained her green garb. She wasn't ready for this, she wasn't ready to be alone and afraid as she awaited the birth of a possible demon within her.
She glanced down to read the words as Gothi wrote. "Valka you're as dear to me as any of my own, but you need to understand that this—"
The elder stopped writing as a screech rattled the night air.
No words needed to be exchanged to understand that that noise meant a dragon attack.
Gothi warded her away, but before she had left, Valka had caught one final glance at the old woman, saw the sorrow in her eyes. This only reminded her of the torture she was about to endure.
Outside, the dark sky exploded with blazing orange and red. Dragons ran ramped, torching wooden huts and ripping through closely aligned structures as if frail obstacles.
Valka stared unfazed at this; the terror of what grew within her was much more frightening. She felt regret for ever seeking help, for wanting to know why her stomach felt the intense pain that it did. She was just concerned for the health of her unborn child, and it got them both killed.
The tears resumed once more as she slouched up against Gothi's wooden hutment, this time she covered her face with her hands trying to hide her shame as the chaos all around her resumed.
This is my fault, she thought sadly. I ignored the warnings and foolishly tried to find the goodness within dragons!
The thought rolled around in her mind and she felt herself trapped by it.
The loud panting of wings sent a shiver down her spine, forced her to look up. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw a massive dragon, creamy brown scales and with four wings staring at her.
She shot up and gasped in fear. She knew she couldn't run this late in her pregnancy, not that it would do much anyway.
She was trapped, about to become this dragon's meal and helpless to prevent it.
The huge dragon landed before her sending tremors through the earth. He approached her, pupils dilated in curiosity. "Why do you not fight, human?" he asked, knowing she couldn't understand him.
Valka flattened herself against the wall, desperately wishing she could somehow slip through it.
The dragon stared at her directly in the eyes, then glanced down at her plump stomach, drawing near to it.
Her heart stopped at this and a desperate instinct urged her to push the head away. Luckily, inhibition begged her not to do this, reminding her that a sudden move could startle the beast.
Suddenly, the dragon's head recoiled from the stomach covered in clothing, his pupils now in mere slits as they stared at her again.
"Dragon—" she whispered in futile plea.
But the massive beast ignored it and jumped up, locking his talons around her arm and dragging her into the sky.
She wailed frantically as the ground left her, objects becoming distant. The last things she managed to capture were the faces of villagers staring at her in horror and even worse, among none of the faces did she see Stoick's.
A twisting pain in her stomach forced her awake and she instantly became aware of the beautiful valley she was in—only there was a strange bluish ice covering the sky and…Dragons!
She flew up into a seated position, stared fearfully at the familiar brown dragon…until she noticed the one behind him.
"She's awake," the mountainous white dragon said, his turquoise eyes staring at her.
The four-winged dragon whirled to look, said nothing.
"My child, do you understand what you have put this human through?" the massive dragon asked.
"I didn't mean for it." he responded apologetically. "But she's special! Smell her and see!"
"I can already smell it, Cloudjumper." He assured. "She carries it within her."
"The smell frightens me!" Cloudjumper exclaimed, wings darting upward in emphasis. "It's a strange scent. I've never smelled such a scent on a human before."
The large dragon compressed his lips, turned to face the human in question. "There is goodness in this human. Notice how she hasn't cursed us or tried to attack?"
"She does appear different from the others of her kind. That's why I noticed her to begin with."
"You've a good heart my child, but you must never put yourself at such a risk again. Your actions might be taken as a sign of aggression."
"I understand." He bowed his head respectfully.
The white dragon smiled warmly at the four-winged one, exhaled a soft misty white breath over him.
This amazed Valka. She had expected fire to expel from that massive mouth, but instead, it was snow.
Cloudjumper turned to face her, thought it best to apologize for his actions earlier.
She tensed as he moved toward her. The white dragon—the King she assumed—must've noticed this, told the Stormcutter to stop.
"Be careful Cloudjumper." He warned calmly. "You mustn't forget she's a human and therefore cannot understand you. Your gestures only frighten her."
He acknowledged this, closed his wings and attempted to make himself as small as possible as he slowly and carefully approached her.
She only moved back slightly as he approached, feeling a strange calmness radiating from those amber orbs.
Before she realized it, the dragon was sitting by her side, glaring down at her through a comforting stare. Despite her wariness, she couldn't help but find solace in that glance. Solace and understanding.
Maybe…I was too quick to abandon my hopes…
The thought brought her some confidence, but it ultimately faded as she remembered the unborn son and the unknown threat he posed. Would the birth kill her? she wondered. Would the thing that comes out be not human?
She shuddered at the terrifying thought, tried to forget it altogether.
Cloudjumper saw this and offered a wing on her back in comfort. "Don't be afraid." He crooned. "This place is safe."
"Indeed it is." The King agreed. "However I don't believe that is what's frightening her, Cloudjumper. She's well aware of the abnormality that grows within her."
"Is it a dragon?" Cloudjumper asked. "It smells like one."
The King shook his head. "He's human…mostly. There is a part of him though, that is dragon. How this came to be is beyond me. Humans and dragons cannot mate and would never attempt it anyway. No, there are other circumstances created this child… We'll discover this over time. For now, she must remain here. I fear her kind would only attempt to kill him. This child…the humans are not ready to witness such a one. She might not be ready."
"Is he a danger?" Cloudjumper asked fearfully.
"If he is born and raised here, then most likely not. Same cannot be said for any other circumstance… But fear not, Cloudjumper, his birth is near."
So? What do you think? I really want to know! Also if there are any other "Cloudjumper took Hiccup and Valka" stories you might recommend, I'd really appreciate it!
