Me: Okay, people.
Get your shipping hats on because the story is about to start.
It's gonna be in Hiccups POV. Toothless's POV won't come until he and Hiccup meet in the forest, okay?
I hope you guys like this because this is actually my first slash story if you know what I mean.
There's going to be a big change in this story that the movie doesn't have. I'll let you know when that time comes.
And I made some changes as well and some changes to Hiccup. Let me know if you can spot them. Those who do will be put up here.
Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon. (But I wish I did!)
Well, here it goes.
Enjoy.
Hiccup's POV
I sighed as I looked out my window, looking up at the stars. The stars were glistening brightly in the dark sky. The same sky that could swallow them up and make it a starless night. Tonight it seemed the stars have won the battle to be seen instead to be hidden.
I look on as the stars sparkle in the night. I sighed.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a star. Up there I could be free and no one can keep me from who I am.
I look away from the stars, looking at my village.
Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It is also located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. There were two giant Viking statues in the water with fire in their mouths about a mile from the docks of Berk. Been here for seven generations, but the buildings were new.
My village is sturdy in a word. Fishing, hunting, and charming view of the sunsets. But really, that is all we really had that I like around here.
The reason for that is because I get pushed away by the people of my tribe. I'm nothing but a disgrace to them. I don't even have my fathers, the Chief of the Tribe, love.
That made me stop.
Love. What exactly is it? My father has never shown me love ever. I was never shown comfort and care and, well, love. I don't know what they feel like or how they feel. No one made me feel them or that way.
I need, no want, someone to love me. To see me and not someone useless. The hope faded over the years, but I also hold onto it, hoping one day someone will love me.
An explosion of fire drew my attention. We were being raided. I ran down the stairs.
You see, Berk gets attacked and raided by Dragon Hybrids.
Dragon Hybrids are half human, half dragon. They have a tail on their lower back and wings on the middle of their back. Some have horns, depending on the species. They can retract their nails into claws, including toenails. They can shoot fire from their hands or from their mouths, but they mostly use their mouths since they are carrying a weapon, which they use just in case which they need to fight without their fire, which happens. (AN: All in all, just picture it in your head. Can you do that? Great! Back to story).
I ran out of the door just as a Monstrous Nightmare Hybrid shoots fire at it. We have Nadders, Gronckles, Zipplebacks, and of course, a Monstrous Nightmares Hybrids. We have more, but that would go on for a while.
Most people would leave. Not my father's people. Their Vikings, which I unfortunately am. They have stubbornness issues. I'm not one of them. I gave up a long time ago.
I didn't see where I was going and trip.
I fall to my back as a Viking screams in my face, his axe above his head.
"ARGGGHHHHH!" He realizes who I was. "Morning!" He runs off.
I get up and watch him run into a fight. "Classic charming Viking demeanor. Drunken nut," I said dryly.
I run off towards Gobber's blacksmith shop. Out of everyone, Gobber was the only one who actually cares about me. He doesn't understand, but he cares.
While I was running, people yelled at me.
"What are you doing here?!" - Hoark
"Get inside!" - Burnthair
"What are you doin' out?" - Some Viking
"Get back inside!" - Phlegma
See? People don't want me outside. But hey, it's okay. It's not like I don't have at Gobber's Blacksmiths that I need to get to! Note the sarcasm.
I stop running as a Monstrous Nightmare made a stream of fire at the ground in front of me. I look at it as it flies past. When it's gone, I made to go forward-
-only to get pulled back by a hand that I knew oh so well.
"Hiccup?!" I look at my father, Stoick the Vast. He points at me and looks around. "What is he doing out aga-?!" Seeing that no one is going to answer him, he looks at me.
"What are you doing out?! Get inside!" Stoick pushes me towards a building that I don't need to go to.
Yes, I called my father, Stoick. I don't call him my father anymore. The only reason I don't call him Dad when I talk to him is because of a certain event that proved that he didn't care. When I do, it's just so people don't try and hurt me.
You know, they said when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head off its shoulders. People believe it. Do I? No, I don't because you need to be a baby of a God to do that. That and I overheard Stoick talking to Gobber that it was just his toy dragon he popped the head off of when he was a baby.
I stop and turn to my father who started talking to Starkard, a Viking of course.
"What have we got?"
"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare," Starkard answered.
"Any Night Furies." my father asked.
"None so far."
"Good."
Yeah, care more about your village than your own son. I shook my head and run towards Gobber's Blacksmith shop which was in my sight. I heard a Viking yell, "Hoist the torches!" The sound of the torches being lifted in my ears and light appearing all around followed that order.
I run into Gobber's shop and grab an apron, him greeting me as I did.
"Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off," he said, the last bit being a joke. I grab one of Gobber's changeable hammers as I smirk. Gobber was the only one to joke around with me. Besides, he knew I was careful not to get carried off. So, as always, I played along.
"What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste," I smile and put Gobber's hammer. I turn to him with the smile still on my face. "They wouldn't know what to do with all...this." I fake a muscular pose and Gobber chuckles.
"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they," Gobber wisecracked. I grab a bent sword and look at Gobbler with a raised eyebrow.
"Meathead." Gobber chuckles and shakes his head at my comeback. I've been Gobber's apprentice ever since I was little. Well... littler. I'm a runt, I'm small.
As I'm sharpening the sword, I look out the window to see Stoick giving out orders. Because Vikings are loud, I heard what he was saying.
"We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults," he said. Stoick and the Vikings run to the watch tower.
My attention is drawn to a Hybrid swooping down and setting fire to a house. I smile because that's where they keep spare weapons. Nice shot, Hybrid.
Some may see that it's wrong that it's encouraging the Hybrid's attacks on my so-called 'home', but I stopped caring a long time ago. I actually plan on leaving one day, I just don't know how yet. Gobbler has been helping me, even though he will miss me, he knows that Berk isn't my place right now.
"FIRE!"
And there goes my attention to another thing going on outside. I look out the window, knowing what's coming next. I countdown in my head. 3, 2, 1-
"Alright, let's go!" The familiar voice of a female I used to admire called out. I paused in sharpening swords to see what that group of five was doing. The group? Well, they are some of the reasons my life here on Berk was miserable.
Fishlegs. He is smart and a book reader, like me. But what protects him from getting bullied is his size. We used to be friends, but due to him getting bullied for being my friend and his parents getting criticized for it as well. I told him we should stop being friends, right in front of his parents too. I told him to tell everyone that he was the one who broke off the friendship and not me. It worked. He stopped getting picked on. Every time I get picked on I see Fishlegs give me a look of pity and the longing in his eyes to help me, but he can't and he knows that. It doesn't bother me, knowing that he's not getting picked on anymore.
Snotlout. What can I say about him? He is brash, overconfident in his 'looks' and strength, has a big ego. Should I go on? He beats me up whenever he gets a chance. He is the perfect Viking image for everyone. I bet Stoick wished for a son like him, thank the gods I'm not. If I was, I hope I'll die before I did anything stupid. Since Snotlout is my cousin, he will probably be in Chief and I'll be shipped off of Berk. Good. I don't want to be on Berk when that happens.
The Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. All I can say is that the twins are very destructive and love to prank people. They can be count on, but they are very, well, let's just say that they love to fight each other and anyone. They follow Snotlout around and beat me up as well.
Astrid. She is the perfect Viking image before Snotlout because of how she follows orders and acts like a Viking. She always wants to be a Shield Maiden. She also used to be my crush, but I lost my love towards her. That's because she always stands and watches me get beat up and the fact she treats me just like everyone else, cold stares.
I watch as the group puts out a fire, only for a Hybrid to fire at that spot and make fire appear there again, only bigger. I smirk as they growl and run to get more water. I used to think their job was so much cooler, but having to run around and try to stop fires that are all around you while more fire is being made changed my mind.
My attention is brought back to Gobber's Blacksmith's when I am lifted up into the air. I look at Gobber with a look saying, 'Put me down'.
"Did you even sharpen any swords," Gobber questions. I pointed to a pile of swords that I got done while I was thinking. Gobber glances at it. "Okay."
Gobber lets me go and I walk to another pile and start to get that done.
Gobber starts talking. "You know, you need training. You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, and you can't even throw a bola."
I sigh at this attempt to talk me into getting training. "Gobber, you know as well as I do, I can't train because no one will train me, not even the teens," I say. Gobber sighs at this too, knowing that I was right.
"My life won't get infinitely better because even if I kill a Hybrid, I can't fight like a Viking. Things might lighten up, but I will never be treated the same. Even if I use the Mangler, my bola launcher, it won't. Besides, people want a future Chief who will be able to marry. No one will want to marry me, Hiccup the Useless," I said.
I look at Gobber now. "I also made a lot of bad marks. Everyone wants me to stop being all of me, but I can't. Besides, someday, things will look up to me. Until then, I'll take my chances."
Gobber nods and is about to say something when a loud noise interrupts us. A noise that every Viking fears, including me.
The Hybrid that every Viking fears was here this raid. The one Hybrid that no Viking had seen and lived to tell the tale. The one Hybrid that could make the sound of a screech before it fired from its mouth. The Hybrid is called-
"NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!"
I duck down as a purplish-blue light and a wheeze as the Night Fury flies past. I here Stoick yell 'JUMP!' and see him and other Vikings jump from the catapult. The Night Fury shot at as the catapult falls apart.
A Night Fury never steals food, never shows itself, and... never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury.
And I do don't want to be the first. I gave up on trying to kill a Dragon Hybrid a long time ago.
"Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there," Gobber said to me. I watched as turned to the door before turning back. "Stay. Put. There." At my blank look, Gobber spoke again. "You know what I mean."
I raised my hands in surrender. "I'm not going anywhere." Gobber nodded and with a battle cry, ran out the door.
I turn back to the swords that I need to sharpen, a line of Vikings out the window. I grab one just as a blast that hit the side of the window, startling me and the Vikings in the line. I yelped and jumped backward, my back hitting the Mangler which shot the bola through the roof. Vikings and I just stared at it before my eyes might theirs. I groaned.
"Great. I forgot to take the Mangler apart." As if on cue, the Mangler falls apart. Again, the Vikings and I stare at the now broken Mangler before meeting eyes again.
"And now I have to fix Gobber's roof and clean this mess up," I grumbled. Some of the Viking groaned as well because I know some had to do what I have to do later. I start sharpening swords again when a Viking cries out.
"Hiccup! Behind you!"
I turn to look behind me, letting go of the sword while I did, and see nothing. But there was a noise...on the roof? Looking up, what I saw made me sigh. There was a Monstrous Nightmare on the roof.
And it was staring at me.
And it was getting ready to fire.
"Great, just my luck," I sighed, my arms hitting my sides.
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So, yeah. I hope you guys like this, as well as the change.
The next chapter will be up whenever.
Hope you all the beginning and see you in the next chapter.
