From the dawn of time, the world was divided between the weak and the strong. The weak were preyed upon by the strong. Flies that aren't smart enough to evade their webs are devoured by the spiders that spin them, while the more intelligent or lucky survivors give those brains to the next generation. The stronger lions overpower the weak and take over their prides. The gallimimus with the stronger legs were able to outrun the Tyrannosaurs. The world was in a constant cycle of life and death, something that would occur forever.

Mother Earth. The planet's consciousness, a celestial spirit that allowed all natural processes to take place, watched over the many forms of life that came into existence and vanished into extinction, some without a trace of their existence. Mother Earth loved what she gave way to, and it was good. But sometimes, she was lonely. Of course, there was Allfather Sun, Sister Mars, Brother Moon, Father Jupiter, and Mother Saturn, but it was a rarity that she could ever be with anyone other than Brother Moon, who shone down on one half of her body at all times, and Allfather Sun, who lit her other half. So she decided that it was time to make someone to be with her. Mother Earth used dirt, trees, and rock to make a body for her consciousness. A gargantuan simbakubwa, with a dirt body and green vines that covered it to make it beautiful. Her consciousness went into the anchor animal, leaving the earth as it was and the process to make Daughter Earth began. Mother Earth concentrated and had to split her soul into fragments, crafting a new celestial spirit that came into existence. Mother Earth crafted her daughter a smaller Thylacoleo body.

Daughter Earth was confused, as she had just come into existence. What was this place? Who are you? Why am I here? Mother answered all of Daughter's questions and Daughter accepted this. And then, they ran. They ran all over the Earth, bounding over mountains, across gigantic fields. Across the ocean, through volcanoes. They took on new bodies, made of water and swam to the deepest depths of the oceans, observing all that Mother's planet had to offer. It was good and they were happy. But as millions and millions of years passed, Daughter began to get bored. She wanted to see more than Mother's Earth-body couldn't give. It made Mother sad, but she loved Daughter and wanted her to be happy. So Mother Earth asked Allfather Sun if he could find a planet without a spirit ruling over it. He did as requested and found a planet that was lightyears away, with its own Sun and Moon, both uninhabited by a Spirit.

Daughter Earth despises the thought of loneliness and she cried as Allfather Sun told her the options she had. Daughter did not want to leave Mother or Allfather or Brother Moon forever, but she also wanted to leave and see what she could bring to fruition on her own planet. Not wanting to see her cry, Allfather Sun came up with an idea and used his magic to create a doorway from Mother Earth's planet to Daughter Earth's planet, that would be open at all times. They were all happy and Daughter Earth would see Mother Earth as much as they pleased. Daughter Earth bounded through the portal to the planet she would take charge of.

There was bare land when she entered. Vast waters covered the planet, overtaking mountains and valleys over hard, volcanic rock. Daughter Earth dug the roots of her simbakubwa body down into her new planet. Her soul was bound to the planet and it was now hers. She could move the mountains, create new valleys, dig up new islands and make new waterways. She made large continents, made a south and north pole like on Mother's planet, and made large chains of islands. Different species of plants covered the earth, above and below the sea. Mother gifted Daughter several pairs of all the animals that she had on her planet, one male and one female. Daughter was able to use their bodies to craft more of each species and make sure there was enough to constantly genetically diversify and evolve down the line. The animals quickly took their places.

But now, it was time for Daughter to make creatures of her own. Daughter didn't want to be like her Mother. Mother allowed all the animals on her planet to stem from a single cell and she let waterways, sea levels, and mountains shift as they wanted to. Mother also never gave any of her living things magic. Brother Moon and Allfather Sun were known to give magic to some of the living things after asking permission from Mother Earth, but they rarely did so. Daughter Earth began her work, first, by using the elements already at her disposal. She had fire, wind, dirt, rock, water, smoke, lava, soundwaves, wood, and ice. From the dust on her planet, Daughter would craft creatures that never existed in any other place.

She took fire in her paws and crafted creatures that could never come to fruition through evolution. Fire-breathing fliers would soar throughout the skies. Some could light themselves on fire, others had spirals of fire that ran all the way down their backs, and other smaller creatures had skin that constantly burned hotter than the sun. Daughter would combine the fire with smokey creatures. She would give other reptilian creatures to heat up the water in their belly, giving them the ability to glide through the water like the fastest dolphins. More water creatures with two heads that could produce lightning underwater, and another that could produce conclusive sound. Other reptilian creatures could survive off of nothing but rocks, tunneling through the ground and producing lava, while others could curl into a ball and destroy the world around them. Chameleon-like animals that could emit fire from the mouth, tails, and under their bellies. Reptiles with butterfly-like wings that could make amber from their mouth, another with two heads, and another with four heads. Daughter also made the kings and the queens of these beasts, bigger than mountains and able to control others. Some could use ice, others could use fire, but they all needed massive amounts of food.

Daughters realized that these creatures would need places to live and a giant food source. So she created the Everyfish, a giant fish that was connected to the ground at the bottom of the sea. An immortal creature that could open its mouth and thousands and thousands of fish of every kind would escape, filling the ocean constantly in order to always keep the reptilian fire-breathers fed and the animals from Mother's planet would keep their numbers.

Daughter also realized that none of her new creatures had places to live. So she made a hole in the ocean and she lifted the ground and allowed it to empty out all of the water. She made mushroom-shaped rocks and lifted crystals for her creatures to practice their flight. There were different caverns that allowed the creatures to experience bioluminescence. The creatures had the freedom to leave and live on islands outside of their home. And near the entrance to the hidden world of these spectacular creatures, she would place the portal to Mother's world, so that one day, she would show Mother her spectacular creations. Her creatures soared through the air and flourished. They would traverse the islands and the continents, allowing Daughter to admire their beauty for generations and generations.

Then, humanity arrived.

From the portal to Mother's world, a great ape, one of the most intelligent creatures ever brought into life, emerged. On a day when none of the reptilian creatures were guarding the entrance, one hundred giant wooden structures came through her portal, carrying hundreds of these animals. Daughter was confused as to how they came from the other side. Mother never gave her creatures magic, so how could they have made it in on their own? Daughter made a new body out of her earth, in the shape of a giant snake, called the Titanoboa, came out of the ocean in front of them and stared them down. It was clear they had a deep fear of Daughter, as they all froze in place.

"AH!" Some screamed. Mothers and children retreated down into the wooden structure. The males of the species threw spears at Daughter's body, doing absolutely no damage. One tried to jump into the water, but Daughter knew that these animals weren't made to live in the water, so she placed him right back into the wooden contraption. Daughter decided that she wouldn't eliminate creatures smart enough to get through the portal on their own, but she wanted to keep them away from her own, not that they couldn't take care of themselves, so from her mouth, Daughter let loose sleeping gas that put all of the apes to sleep.

Daughter took her new Titanoboa body and broke it into one hundred segments, each of them taking a single ship and she spread them all across the planet. She made sure that each of them had what the apes needed to survive, fresh water, the ability to hide from the storms she was sure to give, and animals and plants to fill their bellies. They were fearful and it was clear they thought that they would die when Daughter would show herself to them again, but as they got more inland, they accepted the new world and started working to survive. Daughter continued to watch them and how they used the land around them to build themselves up. They ate from the plants and the animals that Mother had given her. They made clothes, used fire to their advantage, cooked their food, and made their furs. She would watch as they made houses out of chopped trees, and built a community for themselves. They created a hierarchy for themselves and as time went on they left the first island she left them on with the boats they originally had. They came in different colors, such as peach, brown and beige. They developed entire cultures and built communities with one another. The apes called themselves humans and referred to each other as people.

But, most of her creatures grew bored of the world she made and left. She crafted an island for each of the creatures and they met with the humans. The humans had different names for each of them, but the general name was dragon. Daughter thought it was perfect. But what she didn't think was perfect, was how they fought when her bigger dragons started to take control of the smaller dragons. The bigger dragons would find a nest and force the smaller dragons to bring them food. This devastated the human population and Daughter didn't want the humans to go extinct and didn't want to take the lives of her dragons on her own. So she did something Mother would never do.

Daughter bestowed magic upon certain people.

She gave people all over the world different abilities in order to protect their own.

People could use lightning, conjure fire, and create illusions. People could transmute their bodies into different substances, others could manipulate sunlight to their advantage. Daughter changed how other people's bodies were shaped and changed their anatomy, which carried over the generations in their genetics. She would make some people miniature, give them wings and the humans would call them faeries. She shrunk other people and the humans would call them dwarves. There were several clans of giants spaced over the planet.

Non Magical people would hail them as heroes and base entire belief systems on them. Some cultures would rally and become warriors in dedication to their heroes. Others would lead lives of peace. Daughter saw this and thought it was good. The humans and the dragons would balance one another out. So Daughter would sleep for the next five thousand years, to see where her planet would be, and then she would show Mother and they would enjoy it together.


Daughter's intervention helped plenty and gave people and dragons the chance to exist in peace, but in the North, in the Barbaric archipelago, peace often wasn't an option. Specifically, the Isle of Berk and their island was right next to one of the most notorious dragon nests. All the dragons were forced into servitude by a true monster, not that any of them could know that. It was a land that had been inhabited by its people for the past three hundred years. But. not everyone on the Isle was lucky enough to be born with a magical power.

On Berk, people were born with their power and the sign that one had power was a circular black mark in the center of their back, which over time, would break off into a symbol of their power. And Berkian powers were never a joke.

There was Spitelout, the head of the Jorgenson clan with his metal fists. His hands could form a protective casing of iron around them and he could force iron spikes out of them as well. His power perfectly reflected how he decided to do things, with his fists which he would use to cut down any dragon that was in range. Phlegma the Fierce with her electric hands, was praised to be blessed by the mighty Thor.

Gobber the Belch, with his Toxic Breath, which he truly did take pride in, as it was a representation of his Viking stench. There was Gothi, the oldest healer in the village. People descended from the original magic people but didn't possess magical powers of their own could still practice magic through spells that were passed down through generations, all over the planet, and translated into different languages. This applied to every Viking on Berk, but as they practiced the 'Viking way," they wanted to handle their problems on their own, with their shields and swords, but it wasn't odd for Gothi to be teaching witchcraft to her healing apprentices.

However, the most reliable of all powers given was the Boom of Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. When he was a kid, they said he screamed so loud that it made all of the snow on every mountain on Berk come crashing down in an avalanche. He was rough around every single edge that he had and he would slay anyone going against him or his island without question. He was a natural leader, and everyone was willing to follow him and do whatever he needed them to do. Stoick was a man that commanded respect. However…. the same could not be said for the woman he chose to marry.

Valka was soft. Her magic power gave her the ability to talk to animals. Meaning that she could understand their mortal enemies, the dragons, and that made her want to save them. She was always preaching that being peaceful with the monsters that plagued them for centuries could stop the fighting, and it cost her her life and nearly her son's life. Her foolishness left the Chief to raise the runt she gave birth to alone. Or at least that was what the village would say behind closed doors. Anyone who dares make that statement out loud would get an ax to their neck.

Or at least that was what Stoick would want to do, but right now, his time was occupied. Hiccup's magic insignia was starting to appear on his back. He was five, and it slowly was breaking off. The six children born within a year of Hiccup had an insignia on their backs, the most born in Berkian history.

Stoick rubbed the spot where it began to appear, it looks like a tail of some sort.

"Dad, can we go hunt for trolls later?"

Stoick gave a small chuckle and lowered the back of his son's shirt, "Hiccup, I already told you, trolls don't exist."

"But Gobber says that they do," Hiccup turned to face his behemoth of a father, smiling brightly, "He said they steal his left socks."

"Gobber also says that a giant, skeletal dragon that can't roar is holding a grudge against him. Gobber is a good friend, but a bit of a nut." Stoick put Hiccup on the ground and stood from his seat. It was time for a day of chiefing, "Now let's go play with Fishlegs."

"Yay!"

Hiccup bounded out of the house, excited to head to the village square, close to the Great Hall in case of a random dragon attack. The younger children were watched over by Stoick's sister, Baggybum and Fishlegs was one of Hiccup's favorite friends. The two were good influences on one another and they were both eager to read, which was rare when it came to Viking children. The very opposite was true for most of them, especially with Stoick's nephew, the son of Baggybum, and her 'lovely' husband, Spitelout, Snotlout. He was already bigger than most of the other children and already loved to pick fights. No doubt a trait inherited from his father's side of the family.

Snotlout's magic insignia was also showing itself and it was far more expressive than Hiccup and Fishleg's. His looked similar to his father's, whose was in the shape of a mace, but Snotlout's was beginning to look like more of a mountain, and like what they do in their spare time, the Ingerman boy's mark was the opposite of the Jorgenson's and beginning to resemble that of a delicate flower. They both showed signs of magic expression. Whenever Snotlout got too excited, he would make fists and when pounded on the ground, they'd leave craters. Fishlegs could touch a plant and a small seedling would pop out of his finger.

Hiccup had magic expression as well. Whenever he got too excited, his ears became pointed and his teeth would sharpen, but not in a malicious way, but in the way, a little puppy would be excited. It was obvious that Hiccup had the ability to shapeshift, but only time would tell what he could turn into.

The small boy ran through and ducked past rotund Vikings that were starting their day, "Hiccup slow down." Stoick had to enter a brisk walk to catch up to the little half-pint, but of course, he didn't listen, something he was becoming known for among the adults who cared for him.

"Fishlegs!"

"Hiccup!"

The two boys came to a standstill, Fishlegs brandishing a daisy that he grew from his hand, "Look! It's huge!"

The two began to chat away about what they would use them for. Acting out what they wanted

with extravagant hand motions and loud noises. Like any child should.

"Mornin' Stoick." The man in question looked up at his sister, who was a spitting image of him but as a woman. Large, muscular frame, red hair tied back into a ponytail, and dazzling blue eyes.

"Mornin' Baggy, I take it you and the family are starting to sleep well again?" Their house had been burnt down in a dragon raid about two weeks ago and it was finally complete again.

"Of course, but you say that as if Spitelout could ever have trouble catchin' a wink." The siblings shared a laugh, "That man would sleep through the damn raids if he had the chance to!"

"I'm sure he would. Well, I'm off, Hiccup,"

Hiccup turned from his friend, "Behave yourself son. I'm off"

"I will," The sentence droned on as if he was tired of the conversation that just started, "Bye Dad!"

"Bye son." Stoick turned away as Hiccup continued to play with his friends. His ears becoming pointed as they explain their powers. He left with a smile on his face, one day his son would be able to turn into a magnificent beast, perhaps, a wolf or a bear. Stoick would be happy regardless. He just hoped the tail on his son's insignia that looked strangely reptilian didn't belong to what he thought it belonged to.

He just hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.


Hiccup was eight now and his magic expression has increased. Along with his heightened ears, and his teeth that grew when his heart rate rose, he could also smell any and everything. It seemed like a blessing at times. He could avoid people in the village he didn't like, but that meant that he could smell everything and he didn't know how to control it either. Sometimes everything smelt fine, but other times all he could smell were the twins' unbrushed teeth or Gobber's general odor and it was awful.

That wasn't his only change. His eyes went into a hyper-focus and in those times, he had been told that his pupils turned to slits like that of a snake, (They were more like a dragon's eyes once he saw himself in some polished, ornate shield, but he would never admit that to himself or anyone else.) but the worst of it, was when he was angry at his father or Gobber for punishing him for something he did, or when Snotlout wouldn't leave him alone, was when he felt something hot bubbling in his chest. Something that wanted so badly to be released.

And today, it was going probably going to be released on one of his family members.

It was the annual Haddock family camping trip. Family and community were important to the Vikings of Berk and due to their stressful lifestyle of living in some of the coldest of weather and battling fire-breathing monsters, they didn't often get to spend quality time with one another. The adults would tell tales of dragon killing, and their exploration out on the sea, they would hunt, fish, and play games.

Their family had been doing this so long that there was a hut with cots lain in it build years ago, but even though a house was right up the hill, the Viking decided to camp out and only used it in case of a rain or snow storm. It was right near a long stream that carried melted snow water and chilled it to perfection. It was a five-hour hike to get to their camping ground as it was at a higher elevation, but to the adults, it was worth it to be with family.

However…. To the children… it wasn't.

There were only three of them, Hiccup, Snotlout, and Snotlout's younger sister, Adelaide. But she was only three and had no grasp of what the word boring meant.

Of course, Snotlout loved to dominate in the throwing games. His power was almost fully developed and he could control rocks and force random sections of land out of the ground to create pillars almost as tall as he was. It was amazing and everyone clapped when he lobbed an empty barrel fifty feet in the sky. But the adults stopped paying attention to him when they started to enter food highs, bathe in the revelry of their past battles and complain about the family members that decided to marry and live on other islands, so Snotlout was bored as well.

But then, Snotlout had an idea.

"Hey, los- I mean Hiccup."

Hiccup frowned as he looked over to Snotlout. They were sitting around a fire, Adelaide fast asleep on her mother's chest. The two were right next to one another, sitting on the ground next to a Spitelout who was dozing off, "What?"

"Follow me."

Hiccup knew this was a bad idea, but he went along anyway. Snotlout was a bully and that drove a wedge between the two in terms of how close they were. They didn't share any of the same interests besides becoming a great dragon slayer. He was also two years older, so it was natural for them to drift apart as they age.

It was about noon, but the adults were so occupied, that they easily slinked away. Snotlout was leading them higher up the mountain's path, "Snotlout where are we going."

"Hush up Hiccup, don't you trust me?"

Hiccup gave a visible sigh, the answer clearly was no, but he knew better than to say what was on his mind around a Jorgenson that was related to you. Vikings often feel as if it's their duty to put their hands on their relatives if they think they stepped out of line and Snotlout's family was often thought to be the worst.

The pair continued up the pathway. It was becoming more evident how high they were. They would've been winded if they didn't have to walk uphill on a daily basis as they received chores over time. Hiccup saw their families and they looked further and further each step. He and Snotlout could certainly be seen by their parents, and they were in hearing range, but only if they started to scream. Was Snotlout gonna attempt to kill him? Probably. Hiccup shuck the thought out of his head, Snotlout was crazy, but not crazy enough to insight the wrath of his father.

Finally, they reached a rocky ledge that was actually quite spacious. Snotlout walked over to the edge, crouched onto his knees, and looked over the side. He smirked over at his smaller counterpart and jerked his head to the side.

"No." Hiccup backed up all the way to the wall that continued up the mountain.

"Oh come on you big baby! Wait you aren't big, hehe."

Hiccup grit his teeth, he could feel them sharpening, and based on how angry being called small made him, he knew his pupils turned to slits and his ears pointed. He trudged over to the edge of the ledge and got on his knees. He was shaking.

He slowly looks over, before bolting back to the wall.

Snotlout couldn't help himself and fell over laughing, "You really are a little scardey cat aren't you?" He was hysterical! "Or should I say… SCARDEY DRAGON! HAHAAA!"

" I am not a dragon!" Hiccup could feel the heat bubbling in his chest. Hiccup jumped back for good reason. There was a fast-flowing river with sharp stones sticking out. How did he not hear that? Was this really the best place to bring a bunch of kids?

"Yeah, you are!" Snotlout got up and got in Hiccup's face, "Everyone knows it."

"No, they don't!"

"People have seen your insignia, my dad says Gobber gossips about everything when he's drunk."

"Well, Gobber's a loon, even when he isn't drunk." Hiccup stared into his cousin's blue eyes and saw nothing but wickedness and the need to cause mischief. He hated them. He was trying to rile him up, to have something else to laugh at. Snotlout would not get what he was looking for, "How did you even know this was up here?"

"I found it last night, duh." Snotlout rolled his eyes, "Besides, it's not like I'll fall, and if you do I'll catch your scrawny little butt." He used his hand to form a rock over his feet to keep himself planted.

"I don't think this is a good idea Snotlout." All of Hiccup's senses were activated to their peak and his fear mixed with his new instincts, so it was time to go. He turned and began his descent. He had no faith that Snotlout wasn't going to get him killed. The bigger boy could save himself just fine, but there was nothing protecting him.

"Coward," Snotlout didn't even bother to whisper under his breath, that wasn't him, "Dad says you'll be just like your weak ass Mom."

Hiccup stopped in his tracks. Maybe Snotlout would get what he was looking for, "What did you just say?"

Snotlout gave a wicked cackle, "I said that the adults think that you'll end up like your Mom." His cackle somehow became even eviler, "What if you can turn into the dragon that killed her! Then you'd burn down the village and be just as useless as they say she was- huh?"

Hiccup was going to release it on one of his family members. The fire in his chest was released.


So, Hiccup was a dragon.

Not just a dragon. The one that took his wife from him.

The adults were all startled when Snotlout came running from the mountain, yelling, "Hiccup's trying to kill me!" And he was right and Hiccup looked terrifying. All of the features he expressed when he was angry were there, but he sprouted wings from his arms and back, and a tail, that while forest green, looked eerily familiar. Stoick didn't want to believe what he saw, but it was undeniable when Hiccup shot a small fire blast from his mouth at the bottom of Snotlout's feet.

Hiccup turned into that damned Stormcutter. Hiccup turned back to normal when he shot that fire blast and was fast asleep. Luckily it didn't hit Snotlout but based on what the Jorgensons were known for saying, Stoick guessed that it was warranted in some way or another.

The family outing was over. But they only had two days left anyway out of the week, so it wasn't that bad. They had packed and everyone was home before dark. But as soon as he got to the village, he went straight to Gobber's and passed Hiccup over to someone seen as his second father, "So He almost set the Jorgenson boy aflame? HAHA!"

"This isn't a laughing matter Gobber. He turned into it."

"How about you tell me, what exactly, it, is?" Stoick and Gobber were headed back to the

Chieftan's house on top of the hill. His peg leg clicked and clacked across the rock that was shaped into stairs.

Stoick looked around both ways before entering the house. He practically slammed the door behind Gobber. His face darkened to a degree that could put the Boogie Man himself to shame, "He turned into the dragon that killed her Gobber."

The blacksmith's eyes widened. It really wasn't a laughing matter.

They went up to the boy's room and Gobber placed him on his bed. The light of the moon is shown through the window in the rafters. Eliminating the three Vikings. On his cape, Stoick had a purple gem that was gifted to him by Gothi, so that she could appear whenever need be. He rubbed it thrice in a row and placed it on the floor. A purple beam shot out from the gem and the healer's outline was formed from it. Her hunched body appeared on the ground, and she looked quite annoyed to be awakened at this hour, even though it couldn't have been past six in the evening.

Stoick gave her a synopsis of the events that had transpired earlier that evening and then, she got to work. It was said that when Gothi prepared her rituals that she could talk to the gods and she would be given the answers to what she wanted to know. She waved her staff around the air, which was, with her knowledge, akin to reciting an encantation and white sand appeared in a circle around Hiccup's body and a line was drawn directly to Gothi. Stoick was practically chewing his pudgy fingers off of his hands.

Gothi did another wave of her staff. And the white sand glowed, along with Gothi's eyes and mouth.

Gobber and Stoick watched in awe as white light erupted out of Gothi and into the sand. It was nearly gorgeous. Until it stopped and it was just an old hag with her mouth open, floating in the air.

"So what did you find out?" Stoick had to know. So she began to scribble away.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III has been given the gift of Cauliflower-" *WHACK* "Sorry- Dragon Power. He can turn into any dragon he touches. Handy." Gothi scribbled more, "The dragon can be dead or alive, and this includes, shed scales, bones, and…. Droppings?" Gobber waited for a whack to come, but it didn't, "Hm."

Gothi sensed that her job here was done. And disappeared back to her hut.

Later downstairs, Gobber handed Stoick a block of ice, he could sense when Stoick had a headache coming along, "What am I supposed to do Gobber?"

"There's nothing you can do Stoick, the power is engrained into his being."

"But what will the village think? What will other tribes think? What if the-"

"Do they really matter Stoick?" Gobber looked mildly annoyed at the previous statements, "The village is full of crazy people whose opinions only match what benefits them."

That was true. The village was filled with fakes. But Stoick was the leader of those fakes and boy there were a lot of them, "What you have to do, is be there for him Stoick, and I'll be with the both of you every step of the way."

Stoick looked his friend in the eyes and gave a sad smile. That's what he would do. It's what he had to do. For Hiccup's sake, for his own, and to honor his wife.


I haven't posted a httyd fic in years, and the How to Train Your Dragon fandom on this website is in shambles. We went from ten stories published or updated a day, to one a day. We fell off to the third extent. So here's this.