Chosen of the Wind

[I do not own Moana or How to Train Your Dragon.]

HTTYD 1 & 2 have transpired, but not the events of Moana. So she is a teenager as she is in the film, and Hiccup is 21 or 22 because it is a little after Drago's defeat, but probably 22. I tend to mix general knowledge of the books' universe into the entirety of my HTTYD Universe. Meaning you could see Cami and the Bogs or Nano Dragons get mentioned.

-Ideas: Hiccup & company swap stories with Moana & company. Moana meets a runaway Hiccup on the sea. Hiccup is a member of the Island of Motunui. The tribes meet after the events of Moana and HTTYD. The tribes meet after the events of Moana and HTTYD 2. Moana and Hiccup's tribes are in the same situation: Moana chosen of the Sea, Hiccup of the Wind. I liked this last one. If someone wants to do the others, just ask me 'cuz I'll wanna read it.-

Tid-Bit Notes: If I end up posting this first chapter before I'm finished with the whole thing, know that I broke and wanted to see how you guys liked it and maybe rake in suggestions. Who knows maybe I'll be a normal person doing one at a time chapters instead of doing the whole story. - artisticRadifyer

Summary:

After fighting the Red Death and a murderous tyrant by the name of Drago Bludvist, Hiccup wouldn't think he would have any more outstanding adventures as big as those. Yet, he must set off to try and stop this 'Darkness' that is spreading across the Barbaric Archipelago. Meeting two people who will not work together, being on a time limit, and trying to keep himself alive around God's, a Demigod, two limited-power elements, and a mentally challenged chicken does not help anything.

Chapter 1 - Njord

I could never, ever mind, nor barely ever feel, the bitter cold others complained of up here. The wind in my face, the whipping sound it makes in my ears, the way different currents flow so much freer than the sea's currents below-all of it seems to resonate with me each and every time I come to join its embrace with the help of my most trusted friend, who is also someone who is part of me when in the air.

I hear my wings huff gently, calling for my attention to return to the world below. Blinking my eyes to acquaint them with the renewed sunlight, I peek down to see company coming up to meet us in the sky. Adjusting minutely for whatever task we need to do next, we both sigh as the feeling of bliss melts off into the air stream behind us and is replaced with a different, but no less perfect feeling of love.

I greet her first. "Milady has news for us?" I presume before I can properly see her face: which is always telling on what she wants.

She forgoes returning pleasantries by simply stating, "You need to see this," as she purposefully overshoots us to circle around and lead the way.

I hadn't quite been able to catch a full sight of my significant other, but the tone in her voice is telling enough for the urgency and we follow without another word.

The docks look slower, much slower than normal as our group flows down the wind to the fake land above the slightly frisky sea. I notice the empty baskets, the empty traps, the concerned faces, and begin to guess why he's here.

"Have you tried everywhere?" I ask, almost rhetorically, but facts and reassurances seem to appease most people much better than just seeing what is directly in front of them.

My head dockman assures me he has; has gone further than they should have dared with the limited light of day and the cold of Berk's fall approaching. What was worse, is this isn't the first I've heard of this happening. Tribes close to mine have been reporting less and less fish and more and more bad crops. I had been giving away as much as I could without depleting the winter's reserves, but now he would have to cut them off so his own could survive.

"Well, I have been stocking extra for the new dragons and the few more people who have joined us, so we should be fine until we find another place with fish." The head dockman nodded and began to turn away, but I kept him in place so I could address him further, "I've had some ideas for using the dragons to fish without the boats, to get a further range. I'll give you the ideas I have so far once I can get back to my house to grab them."

"Yes. Thank you, Chief."

I was informed over the next few days, that all sources of food were becoming unreliable: the crops were going bad, the fish hadn't returned here or there was none where my papers had lead my fisherman to, and there was nothing coming from the farm animals that was useful. I didn't know what to do. I had to send out the same distress signal for help to the others, along with apologies that I could no longer send out nearly as much as I had been-though I would not abandon them.

I couldn't go far, so I had to settle for making sky-rounds about the island to settle my nerves. I had my eyes closed, my leg moving on automatic as Toothless costed on a calm route high above the Hooligan Village of Berk. I was trying to focus on the wind, but my tense shoulders and worried mind would always bring me back. Even so, it was more relaxing to try and fail to relax in the sky rather than re-imagine the same things no one ever believed would work on the ground. Failing was old and familiar, whereas the pressure of my plans getting approved was always going to be roiled with 'what if's and fear.

I am again notified by my wings the same way I had been when this mess truly began, and as I blink open my eyes this time, I feel a foreboding pressure behind them as a hopeless feeling flits through my being. The feeling is gone in a single, long second, but I sense Toothless's mind shift in response to me. Knowing now that whatever was coming next would be a chore to do since my Night Fury has decided I need some time off, I face whoever was coming with an apologetic opening, "Sor-"

My mother's appearance startles me to stopping my apology and I don't restart it; as it would be pointless. Even if she doesn't know most of my personal ticks, she knows more about body language from animals than anyone else I've ever seen. I look away, not wanting her to see more than what she can already.

"Hiccup, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, mom."

"I mean on the ground."

I sigh as Toothless begins a descent before I even make the more conscious decision to move my leg in position, resulting in a small wobble. We fix ourselves easily, and end up behind Valka and Cloudjumper. They aren't going to the closest spot available, seeming to have a destination in mind, and we follow.

Upon landing, I slowly get off and onto the uneven ground of a cliff a small ways away from the woods. I sneer at the ground beneath my feet, feeling all of my problems return six-fold with the first step-limp of my gait.

I take just a few steps closer to where my mom is landed, and Toothless does the same to stay pressed into me. The contact sooths my emotions a bit, but my body stays rigid with the problems I can feel bubbling from the ground.

My mom wastes no time, "Hiccup, look." She is pointing at a dark abnormality on the ground. The color looks as if someone had poured water onto fertile soil, but the design of the spill is something I had never seen in nature before.

I glance up at my mom, who starts talking at my prompt to do so-the best perk from her knowledge on body languages is how I almost barely have to talk with her: "I've already tried to look at it, take samples and the like. It's simply disease, apparently, at its most pure form-or vile form, in this case. I'm sure this is the reason for all our problems with food: the land is diseased. I asked to dig in one corner of the plots, in a sheep field, and some other places, and after some distance down, I would always find the same substance. No matter what I do, it seems to stay; I've been attacking it relentlessly in different ways all day while you were busy."

"Well, we both know trying to dig it up is hopeless. I'll assume you've tried burning it, drowning it, stabbing it, yadda, yadda: violence. Acid from the Changewings would hurt the ground too, and if we still did want to try digging, there are already so many Whispering Death tunnels underneath us, we would end up making the ground unstable…" I trail off checking dragons' abilities off of a list in my head before thinking of more human ways to go about this again. I ask a question to my mom, "Did you try to find the source?"

She nods, "Yes, but it seems to be too far away for me to go get it in a day. I wanted you to know about it first before I tried to make any action like that."

"Thanks," I nod in appreciation. "Did you have any more ideas? Do you think I should send a party to go after the source?"

"No, no. No parties."

She is stringing me along and avoiding telling me something, so I resign to following along her string since I know she will eventually tell me, "Not even the A Team?"

"No, Hiccup. I don't think even they could do it."

"Then you, mom? And maybe Astrid and Snotlout? I'm sure I could get the help you guys offer covered."

"No."

"Well, since you're rebuffing all of my ideas: What about the one you have? I'm tired; just tell me."

She is quiet as she builds her nerve, and I continue to look at the disease as I have been throughout the conversation-excluding my few glances. "This obviously isn't natural. Perhaps the Gods are fighting some evil and losing, maybe Loki has the Goddess of health on his side: Eir, or perhaps Ragnarok is soon on its way. I do believe we should try to stop this though, by doing as you suggested: Sending someone to the implied origin."

"Someone like...?" I ask to keep her going as I lean back into Toothless's side, not sure where she is going with this.

"You."

"M-me? Me?"

She comes forward to hold me by the shoulders and make me look into her eyes and convince me of her train of thought, "Hiccup, no. Just-hear me out. Don't doubt it yet." She huffs at the look on my face and ploughs on with her explanation:

"I've seen you in the sky, son. You look so at peace and have the most talent at flying that I've seen in any of your friends or myself. Even when you're on the ground, you're always looking up or seem to have the wind messing up your hair. I don't know if this is how it was before you met Toothless, but you get so down when you land and the longer you're on the ground the shorter your temper gets."

She looks away with a tense expression I can't read, "Mom?"

"S...sometime just before I was taken to the King's Nest, we were in the backyard. I had gone away for just a moment, and when I returned there were leaves swirling around you in the most beautiful display I've ever seen. The Wind was playing with you Hiccup. Njord was playing with you. I-I think I scared him away, but I'm sure he was seeing you for a reason. After what I've heard, of the Battle with that accursed Queen, and after seeing you go after Drago, I'm sure he chose you to do many more things than fix dragons' and mans' problems."

"T-t-that...doesn't...even… Mom, I can't just-just leave! Even if what you're talking about Njord choosing me for something is true, I have a village to lead! Besides, even if I really like flying, that doesn't mean I was 'chosen' for something! I've seen the wind do some crazy things too, in a lot of places, and yes, sure, I was almost always by myself, and I can't recreate them, but, that doesn't mean that I didn't do any of the 'saving the day' actions you're mentioning! That was all dragons and a little bit of the bad guy proving whatever I said in vain to be true!" I laugh, slightly breathless at my lengthy refusal, and another bit slides out of my mouth as I find out I had turned away from her to face the direction of the village, away from the cliff edge, "I'm the one that caused a good amount of the bad stuff to happen!"

"Hiccup!" She sounds like she had been saying my name a few times, and I turn around again to glare at her.

The glare falls away as I see a swirl of leaves forming a shapeless mass of beautiful, leaf colors. I had said I've seen crazy wind formations and such, but this is the most elaborate thing I've ever seen. I try to back into Toothless's comforting touch since I had moved out of it during my rant, but the dragon is quite a few more steps back than I thought. I would have fallen if the wind apparition didn't rush behind me and stream forward from my back to steady me. Standing straight up with the swirl of leaves hovering not even a whole hand length away, I simply stare.

"Hiccup," my mom breathes, "I think you are the only one who can fix this. Njord believes so too!" As my mom says the last line, the Wind whirls around me and shoots out over the cliff edge to shift and churn in a beckoning way over the water.

I take a step back as they both-seemed in, I guess it must be, Njord's case-stare at me expectantly. Another had me in contact with Toothless and I leap on him while hastily shouting, "I'll think about it!" I need to talk to somebody else who isn't a slightly crazy hermit.