What if Valka wasn't the one taken that night during the dragon raid? What if instead a young nightfury was the one that broke into the Chief's home and found a baby that held curiosity? Follow as Hiccup reunites with the tribe that thought their heir dead only to discover he had aligned himself with the dragons that thought to be their greatest enemies.

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Name Change: Forge is Hiccup's dragon name

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Dragon Tongue

Viking Tongue

Growing Up Within The Nest

Chapter 3

Forge was silent as he sat on the bed with his arms crossed, listening to yet another argument between the chief and his wife. He had been stuck with them for nearly three weeks, having to constantly sneak into the black smith's shop at night for barely an hour at a time to work on the new tail for his brother. He hadn't had very many chances to sneak away from the village to check on Toothless and he hoped his brother was doing alright stuck in the cove on his own.

"That boy cannot continue to stay here without contributing to the tribe!" Stoick snapped, glaring down at his wife.

"Stoick what do you expect him to do? Every single person in the village has heard you yell about him siding with the dragons. They aren't going to trust him and besides that we don't even know if he'd be able to work with one of the others. We don't know what he is capable of because you never give him a moment to even leave the house." Valka stated. She rested her hand against his arm, looking up at her husband with pleading eyes. Stoick turned his head away in an attempt to ignore his wife's words. His eyes landed on the lanky boy standing on the stairs leading upstairs. His expression quickly turned sour as he opened his mouth to order the boy back to his room.

"No, contrary to what you seem to think, I am not some form of prisoner. If you want me to help around your stupid little village than fine, put me in the blacksmith's shop because I am good working with the forge. If not than shut up and let me leave of my own free will." Forge snapped, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. He was tired of constantly hearing their normal arguments just over what they were planning to do with him. Valka wanted him to stay while clearly Stoick just wanted to use him for his dragon knowledge.

"That is completely-" Stoick began, stalling when Valka placed her hand on his chest, cutting off the words he was about to yell.

"A wonderful idea. Gobber has been wanting an apprentice for a long time but none of the younger kids have shown any talent or interest in working in around the forge." Valka stated. She quickly moved forward, grabbing her son's arm before she easily pulled him out of the house before Stoick could make any further objections. Forge glanced around as the Chieftess dragged him through the village, not failing to notice several of the Vikings stop their tasks or conversations as they walked past.

"Gobber are you in here?" Valka yelled as they stepped into the blacksmith's shop. Forge looked over her shoulder when they both heard a crash from the back, watching as a one-legged Viking stumbled over a barrel of water. He raised an eyebrow, wondering just how this man was considered the best they had with only one hand.

"Gobber I'm sure you remember Hiccup though it's been several years. Stoick and I have decided we think that it would be great for him to learn under you." Valka stated, ignoring the growl her son released at the use of the name that he refused to claim. Gobber glanced at the young lad, noticing he was still dressed in the shirt and pants that he had worn under the dragon gear Stoick had forced him to lock up inside a chest.

"First we're going to need to get him something far more comfortable to work around the fires in. Then I can start showing the lad the basics of blacksmithing." Gobber stated, ignoring the glare he was receiving from the dragon boy. Forge only rolled his eyes before he followed the Blacksmith Viking through the village once again ignoring the cold glares he was receiving from many of the others.

"Now you're just a toothpick like yer mother so it might be a tad bit harder to find ya proper fitting clothing." Gobber stated as he used his hook hand to lift up several articles of clothing.

"I don't need your charity. I can make my own clothes just fine. I have been for years." Forge stated, hoping to get through to the old male. He released a groan when the Viking simply carried on talking, clearly ignoring his new apprentice's words.

Valka glanced around the village as the sun set, her eyes searching for any sign of her son. She hadn't heard or seen much of the teenager since she had left him with Gobber that morning. Her heartbeat quickened in her chest as she made her way towards the Blacksmith's shop, hoping her son hadn't attempted to run from the older Viking. She stepped around to the back of the shop, seeing the door standing wide open.

"Gobber? Hiccup? Are you two in here?" she questioned, stepping into the shop, glancing around for any sign of either male. A smile crossed her face when she spotted her son leaning over the fire with the hammer in his hand. The white shirt that Gobber had given to him was covered in sweat, plastering itself to his body like a second skin.

"Aye Valka. Didn't hear you come in. Boy's a natural. Wasn't much I had to show em before he had grabbed the hammer and was doing it emself." Gobber stated as he hobbled over. She glanced at him for a moment before she turned her attention back to her son. Forge stood up straight after he'd dropped the hot metal into the bucket of water that was located next to his work station.

"Alright lad. That's enough for today. Get cleaned up and ya can walk to the Mead Hall with us. Have a meal with yer dad instead of stuck up in the house." Gobber stated, roughly patting his apprentice on the back. Forge glared at him for a moment before he pulled the apron off that he'd been forced to wear.

"I already told you I wasn't setting foot in there. I'll take my dinner up to the house like I have every night since I became your chief's prisoner." He stated, his voice firm as his gaze shifted between the two Vikings standing in front of him. Valka only sighed, having tried to argue with her son for nearly a week in hopes that he would open up to her.

"Nope. Ya can't argue with me no matter how much ya want to. Come on." Gobber stated, resting his hand on the boy's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze before he steered him towards the door. Valka followed behind them as Gobber all but dragged the boy towards the Mead Hall. A small laugh escaped her lips as she saw the expression on his face, reminding her of the stubborn look Stoick gained when he didn't get his way. The hall grew quiet when the doors were pushed open, revealing the dragon boy. Forge gritted his teeth as he was stared at like a caged animal, knowing many of these people saw him as nothing more than the demon their chief believed him to be. He was steered through the hall towards the large table up on a raised platform where the chief already sat, eating. Forge glanced up at the banners that hung on the wall behind him, grimpsing at the brutal depiction of killing a dragon, the creatures that he had personally been raised with and that he saw as family. His gaze rested on a painted banner that stood directly behind the chief's throne like chair. It depicted a man and woman who clearly resembled the chief and his wife. In the woman's arms a small baby was swadaled tight, his green eyes painted wide and full of wonder.

"That was a gift from one of our allies that week before you were taken from us. You were always such a curious child, always getting into things faster than your father nor I could get you away." Valka stated as she rested her hand on her son's shoulder. Forge easily shrugged her off before he attempted to make his way towards the furthest end of the table away from the glaring chief. Valka sighed as she watched her son's retreating form before she turned her attention back to her husband.

"Stoick please, give him a chance." She stated as she took her normally seat to his left. Gobber was already sitting on his right, reaching across the table for one of the turkey legs.

"The lad did good today in the forge. Showed a talent for working with the flames." The blacksmith stated before he took a large bite, raising his mug to take a drink. Valka couldn't help but roll her eyes at her husband's best friend. Gobber always meant well but she felt like some times the way he worded things only made the matter so much worse. Stoick balled his hands into fists as he glared down the table at the dragon boy. Forge was silent as he raised the spoon to his mouth, attempting to ignore the glares and whispers from the Vikings around. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, noticing a blonde haired girl glaring at him from where she sat with others that looked around his age. He turned his attention away when she stood up, reaching his hand out to grab the mug that Valka had placed in front of him.

"Look here dragon boy, stay out of my way! You aren't wanted and it would be in your best interest if you just…vanished!" a male voice stated, the younger viking stated as he slammed his hands down on the table. Forge glanced up, raising an eyebrow unimpressed as he looked at the shorter, heavyset teenager.

"You aren't even in the same league as me." Forge stated as he stood up. He ignored Valka's objection as he walked towards the door, leaving the teenager where he stood with his mouth wide open. Forge walked through the silent village, glancing up at the towers where fires could be seen. Several Vikings stood, stationed around the buildings on watch duty. He didn't fail to miss the glares as he walked along one of the paths towards the forest, already knowing he wouldn't be able to visit his brother if he was even allowed to get very far into the forest.

"What am I going to do?" he muttered, slipping into dragon tongue as he leaned against one of the larger trees.

"You speak dragon. Amazing." A small female voice stated close to his right ear. He glanced over his shoulder slightly startled at the familiar language. A small Terror made its way to his shoulder, perching there comfortably.

"Hello little one." Forge stated, relieved as he looked at the small dragon, a smirk on his face.

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