Author notes:
1)English is my second language. Forgive me for any mistake.
2)I don't own How to Train your dragon, obviously. I only own the plot for this story and the eventual OCs
3)Dragon language is going to be written "like this"
4)Thanks Takira S., Darkdagers, akirisan and Comet Moon for your reviews. I hope you'll like this chapter as well.
5)Just remembering: This is a T rated story and it'll have blood and violence in some parts of it.
Stoic couldn't sleep that night. He was too surprised to do so. His best friend had just told him that Hiccup had become really strong out of nowhere. He sincerely doubted that his friend was lying, but he often said weird things like "Trolls are stealing my left socks." And such.
But he decided to confront his son on this matter anyway. His son did seemed to be gaining some more confidence before all those things ruined the parent's hope that the boy would become a good dragon killer.
But that was a sleepless night for both father and son. On the next day, by morning, Hiccup got up during sunrise and went downstairs and saw his father awake. He then decided to make the breakfast for both of them.
While the boy did that, the viking leader tried to think about what to say to his son. He had no idea how much his kid was affected by the burial on the previous day. He had done it with his best intentions because he wanted the boy to witness that even him, the great Stoic the Vast, could be killed. No one was immortal.
But he feared that it backfired somehow and damaged the psyche of the boy. "Son, are you feeling okay?" the man cringed at his own words. He was never good at the father-and-son talks.
The boy turned to his father and knew what he meant. He then asked: "Dad, why dragons kill people? Don't they see that they cause pain to us?" He still remembered Astrid's face as she cried for her brother and how powerless he felt at the moment.
The man thought he had explained that to Hiccup before, but he answered anyway: "Dragons don't feel emotion like we, son. They're just a bunch of savage beasts who desire nothing but to kill us and eat our livestock."
"I see…So it's impossible for them to communicate, right?" the boy pressed also remembering his talk with the deadly nadder.
"Of course they can't communicate son. They're irrational monsters. They aren't like us. Why are you asking all that?"
"I was just curious…"the boy said really confused. He had talked with a dragon, so his father must be wrong. Hiccup knew that he wasn't going crazy. At least he hoped so.
After that there was another weird silence between them. Hiccup then served the meal and both ate quietly. The tension could be cut with knife and both expected the other to break the silence somehow.
Stoic tiptoed for a while and gathered enough courage to ask his son: "Hiccup, is that true that you lifted some heavy stuff lately?"
The boy raised an eyebrow at his father's words and just stared for a while. Even Stoic cringed. The man was seriously considering asking his brother for some advice.
"Well, I did manage to carry some heavier materials for Gobber. I guess I'm getting stronger…" the boy finally answered breaking the eye contact with his father. He wondered if that conversation could be any more awkward.
"Care to show me?" the man said not really expecting much. He thought that Gobber was only overreacting because his son managed to get just a little stronger. But he was about to be proven wrong.
"Okay…" the boy said unsure as he looked around for something he could show his father how strong he had become. He then spotted his father's axe. It was quite big and also heavy. The boy had tried to raise it a few times before and he couldn't even lift it an inch from the ground.
He got out of his chair and moved to the weapon. He took a deep breath and grabbed it with both hands and then raised it fairly easy. Stoic's jaw almost fell on the ground because of that
"How…" the man started not being able to finish. The only answer he could find for that was that the gods finally answered his prayers.
The shrugged and put the axe back were it was. "I guess some training I've been doing has paid off." The boy said.
"Son, there's no way you could have become this strong so fast with training. This is certainly a miracle from Odin!"
The boy was a bit uncertain about that. His birthmark was burning as usual everytime he used his extra strength, but for some reason it was slightly more painful than the usual.
"I'll go to Gobber's workshop now, daddy. He must be waiting for me." Hiccup said.
"Oh, yes. That's right. Take care, son." Stoic said with a big grin. 'Maybe things are going to get better from now on. Maybe he can become a dragon slayer after all.' He continued in his mind.
While Hiccup walked to Gobber's workshop, he spotted Snotlout, Ruffnuff, Tuffnuff, Fishlegs and Astrid near a rock. Snotlout was sitting on top of that stone and when Hiccup turned to see Astrid, she wasn't smiling like she usually did. She had a heavy frown on her face. She was more than determinate to become a excellent viking and kill as much dragons as she could to avenge her late brother.
The others were also trying to cheer her up, but they were unsuccessful in that as well.
Then Snotlout said, crossing his arms and with a grin on his face, when he saw Hiccup. "Hey, if it isn't my puny cousin."
Hiccup knew that the taunts would be quickly followed by series of insults and bullying, so he decided to ignore and go to Gobber's workshop as fast as possible before the situation got out of control.
But when Snotlout's cousin gave him his back and didn't start crying, like usual, he frowned and decided to show his cousin who was the boss and also he hoped to get some attention from Astrid. Snotlout considered himself to be the 'alpha male' of the children in Berk and he wanted to make Astrid his wife in the future when they grow up.
Snotlout ran to catch up with Hiccup who was only walking fast paced. When the boy reached Hiccup he placed his hand over his cousin's right shoulder and, by instinct, Hiccup grabbed his cousin's arm and threw him over his body in a judo-like throw.
Snotlout fell over his back on the ground and was more stunned than hurt. Hiccup had never fend for himself before, much less have such physical strength to do such thing before.
Even the other kids looks astonished by Hiccup's stunt. Feeling like he was drawing some unwanted attention the boy rushed to Gobber's workshop. He didn't mention that incident to anyone and neither the other kids, especially Snotlout. He would be damned before he admitted that his cousin had toyed with him.
A few days later, in day chosen day for the dragon invasion, at morning, Hiccup had been helping the blacksmith to create several spears. They were being kept on the storage and they were supposed to be used in a emergency like a dragon invasion.
The boy felt weirder and weirder with each day. His birthmark was burning like hell nonstop for the last two days and he was seriously considering telling his father about this.
Stoic's mood wasn't that great anymore. Not only every attempt to find the person who sabotaged the arena were fruitless, he noticed how his son was feeling down lately. He thought it was because Beigan's burial was still livid in his mind, but he decided to wait a little longer. He didn't think that it was health for him to held Hiccup's hand everytime the boy was feeling down.
When the night came, everything was dark. It was new Moon and the clouds were all over the sky. Basically, the only light the vikings had were the ones that came from the torches and bonfires.
Everything was deadly quiet. The viking hated nights like that because their visibility was compromised and the dragons were more keen to attack at moments like that.
But even with all their attention, no one saw a snake-like dragon with several spikes over its body and a huge mouth with countless teeth inside of it, known as whispering death, diving from the sky and swallowed a couple of vikings who were taken by surprise at a watchtower. Metal and wood wasn't a problem for that species. Its teeth could rip apart anything.
The sound of one of the watchtowers being destroyed alerted the other vikings. Who quickly got their weapons and torches to see better. Stoic had heard the commotion and ordered his son to stay home and he didn't check on the boy that was sweating and panting over his bed while he grabbed his birthmark was making his entire body suffer from an unknown pain.
When the viking leader got out he saw an image that he had seen several times before, but that he would never get used to. Several dragons breathing fire everywhere while the viking did everything they could to take them down. Several houses were on fire. Ironically the dragon's attempts to fry the humans also made everything brighter and easier for them to see and attack the dragons.
Spitelout was there as well and he threw an axe towards one thunder drum who was flying and it hit its wing. Making it lose the stability and fly on the ground. As soon as it fell on the ground, several vikings approached it. "Stay away from me, you wretched humans!" but before the dragon could spit fire, it was decapitated.
Two basic rules of dragon hunting were: first, prevent the dragon from flying, then you cut the head off to kill it and not let it spit fire, acid or gas at the vikings.
When Spitelout saw Stoic he said to his brother: "I'm glad you're here. Those monster are burning everything. We already took the children to a safer place." Then after a pause he said: "You took Hiccup there, didn't you?"
But then Stoic's eyes went wide realizing that his son was still at home. He was about to turn back when his brother said: "I'll take Hiccup to a safer place, Stoic. I'll be right back"
"What?" Stoic said looking to his brother, but then he nodded giving him permission to take his son to a safer place. He than rushed to the battle while he prayed to the gods that Hiccup would be safe.
Gobber had placed an stone made club on his right arm prosthesis and surprisingly he still didn't lose his moves. When he tried to warn the others that the new weapons were ready, a gronckle appeared from the sky and tried to bite him. When the dragon approached him with the jaws wide open, the man swung his right arm hitting the dragon on the face. It was sent flying a few feet and it hit the ground and the man quickly approached it while it was dizzy. Gobber then took a knife from his belt and stabbed the dragon on a soft spot on the belly and it hit his heart killing it instantly. The head of a gronckle was hard it would take several hits to crack the armor. The rule to kill it before it could strike back was still valid. It was just easier to decapitate a dragon on most of the cases.
The blacksmith then went to the other vikings to join the battle. He wondered if his new weapons would be of any use at this invasion. He also hoped that Stoic had taken Hiccup to a safer place before joining this battle.
Meanwhile, Spitelout got inside of his brother's home and yelled for Hiccup's name. Getting no replye, he went upstairs and saw the boy burning in fever. He bit his lower lip knowing that his nephew couldn't move by himself. He picked the boy with his left arm and carried him over his shoulder.
He then carried him outside of the house and ran into a desert area. He then placed his nephew over the grass and took a good look at him. he shook his head and then asked a bit concerned: "It burns, doesn't it?"
Getting no reply for the boy he added: "Don't worry. It'll be all over soon. I have to admit that the dragon blood that came in contact with your skin hastened the process. It shouldn't happen for good five years or so, but I'm glad this is happening."
Hiccup didn't know what was going on. He was both confused and scared to see his uncle acting like that towards him and also how he seemed to know what he was going through.
The red-haired didn't reply. In fact, he couldn't speak at all. The pain was just overwhelming. His entire body ached and started to transform.
He saw in horror as his little hand turned into claws and as his skin grew scales and turned black. The body started to grow bigger and the boy could hear the sound of his clothes ripping apart. He also felt two burning parts on his back and it only died down when two huge black wings emerged from his back.
The boy only looked helplessly at his uncle who was smirking at the boy. "I think it's time for me to teach you about our family's so-called curse."
End of chapter 12
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