I only own my OCs, not the HTTYD

So, I left for five months, and some people might be wondering where I went.
I didn't believe my stories were that good, and I decided just to stop writing them. And now, I'm coming back with a bit more experience. I'm going to try and stay here, so I can finish making some stories for once. This will be the final version of Dragonspeaker, and possibly the last revision. I've also got a beta reader to help make sure that my stories are good.

Huge thanks to Deer Flower for helping me make sure the story is a whole lot better.

"Dragonspeak"

For years I had always thought I was what my dad said I was: Crazy and Insane. And even though I believed myself to be that, I knew deep down. That something wasn't right about it, it seemed too real and not in my head. Up until I turned 14, I started believing that maybe I wasn't insane, perhaps I was gifted? I still can't understand why I can understand them, but I can, and there's not much I can do against it.

Understanding them was always a bit difficult, it made me feel for them. For every dragon that whimpered in pain, that screamed in horror before the ax was brought down upon it. It made me want to stop it from happening.. But, I couldn't do anything to stop them, and it hurt me mentally. It hurt to hear all their pain and suffering.

Sometimes I tried my best to block it all out during the raids, but it was never enough. And one raid, it all changed, I had gotten so tired of it. I turned and ran into the forest, trying my best to just run from all of it. And then, I found him, sitting in a cove... He had noticed me and was about to take me out, when I tried to speak to him.

Hiccup POV

Being with Toothless these last few weeks has been one of the few things that have made me feel like I finally found a place. I felt like we could take on the world, just him and me. But the more I hung out with Toothless, the more I felt as if I didn't belong anywhere.

Was I still a Viking at heart? Overly stubborn, aggressively headstrong, unwilling to let tradition go because the future was too uncertain and survival relied on me doing what has always seemed to work best?

Or was this newfound freedom bringing out the real me? The more I hung out with Toothless, the more I realized how much I didn't have in common with the other Vikings. The pressure of becoming something I never was and never could be was slowly driving me crazy. Their problems and solutions are always rooted down, unchanging and unwilling to bend even when it hits them in the form of Nadder spikes or Nightmare flames.

But with Toothless, he brought the inner me out, the one that strived to be free, to not worry about anything. The part wanting to reach beyond the safety of the village and see what was out there. Get a scar or two for being overly curious, but proud for at least taking chances.

'Well, enough of these thoughts, I should be worrying about dragon training. If I keep making myself look like a cunning dragon killer, which I'm not, then it'll only hurt me and especially Toothless.'

Not paying attention to my surroundings, I ran into a low branch. "AGH!" That hurt, I need to learn to pay attention more, getting caught up in my thoughts isn't helping me. Well, at least I'm near the cove, that'll help at least since I can splash some water on my bruise.

Upon entering the cove, Toothless immediately bounded over, no doubt excited about the large basket of fish strapped on my back. I'm starting to wonder if it's the fish he enjoys seeing more than me.

"You brought fish!" He looked at the fish and I didn't attempt to hide looking a bit hurt at the thought that he didn't seem to notice me.

Thankfully, he looked back up and seemed to notice his error, "Oh, and you're here, too."

I sighed and shook my head in dismay at his attempt. "That sounded like you only care about the fish there, Toothless. Even though the only reason it's here is because of your's truly."

He snorted, keeping his eyes on the aquatic treasure but softening a few of his features. "Fish is my one true priority, I wouldn't want to starve now, would I?"

I could only groan at his response; seeing his point. Sometimes I wonder whether or not he's being sarcastic or serious. He began eating at the fish vigorously, sometimes stopping to look at me after every few bites.

When this went on for several minutes, I finally asked, "Something the matter?"

He stopped, swallowing his current bounty, and raised his head to look at me. "We have our weekly training flight."

"How is it that you can remember our training flight, but sometimes not remember my name?"

His eyes narrowed, and he snorted, "You're the one that nags me about it all the time."

What is that even supposed to mean? "I don't nag you about it." He snorted once again, "Yes, you do."

Crossing my arms, I did my best to appear firm and confident. Not easy when dealing with a creature several stones larger and powerful than myself, but it's the thought that counts. "I'm pretty sure I'd know if I did."

It looked like Toothless was about to refute that, but he just went back to eating his fish, choosing to ignore me about it. It took him only a few seconds to finish everything off, letting out a satisfied roar deep in his throat that sounded almost like a purr.

He walked over and gestured at me to get on, to which I did without hesitation.

As we soared into the air and behind the Isle of Berk, I was once again reminded how free I felt up here. On the ground, I always felt so limited, but up here, I always thought I could go anywhere.

My training to fly with Toothless was more than just me learning how to learn to ride him properly, so I don't end up falling off. I remember my first time training with him, with us flying so high up I fainted, and Toothless had to get me safely back down.

He still hasn't forgiven me for that, but he has been a lot more forgiving lately and opening more up to me, so maybe he will forgive me soon.

Hiccup POV

The flight took a long time and to be honest, I felt somewhat sore from it. I don't know how Toothless could still move after all the flying, and be so energetic after it. Maybe I'm just thinking about it too much. He is a dragon, after all, he probably has learned how to fly without breaking a sweat.

Hmm, come to think of it, how old is Toothless? "Hey, Toothless? How old are you?"

Toothless freezes, looking back to me in confusion, "Why do you want to know that?"

I shrugged, saying, "I don't know; it just never crossed my mind until now." Toothless doesn't seem to buy that, but groans and seems to give in, "Hmm, I haven't been keeping track lately. Somewhere near 180 Moons? I don't know how you Vikings calculate time."

Moons? Does he mean full moons? "Full Moons?" He nods, and now I'm back at square one.

I could ask dad, but he might get suspicious about it, so I guess not.

Speaking of Dad, with me acing Dragon Training, I'm going to have to kill a Monstrous Nightmare soon. Which I'm dreading. I may have been born a Viking, but I'm still not sure how much of a Viking at heart I am.

Thinking about Toothless and my arrangement, it's not the first time I realize I have dug a hole that will end up being my grave. No doubt the Vikings will finish digging up once they discover my 'Betrayal.'

Deciding I did not want to think too deeply about my inevitable banishment, if I was lucky, I noticed it's near night and dad's 'probably' worried about me. He's probably more worried about that nest, but his last goodbye did still wish me well. It was pretty buried under the tone of disappointment and frustration, but still loud in his own, oddly subtle way.

Wait, how close was this nest anyway? Was Dad's map even accurate with this? "Toothless, how close is the Dragon's nest?"

Toothless froze at the question, and I could tell by his posture he was terrified about the topic, "Why?" His tone didn't carry the usual sense of confidence or even arrogance he sometimes had. It was one of genuine fear brought on by unpleasant memories.

Why would he be scared of his own nest? Was it because he hadn't been there in a while? "Well, I mean, my dad is the chief. And he keeps going on about a 'Dragon Nest,' and I was just wondering if he's on the right track?"

The powerful, elusive dragon didn't face me right away, his posture still tense as his body tried to ease the tension. After several long, quiet moments, he sighed before turning around, his pupils dilated but gradually expanding as he was brought back to the present. He slowly walked up, looking a bit more relaxed though with a more distracted step, "Trust me, going there is the last thing anyone wants to do. If your father continues searching and never finds the Nest, then he should consider himself very fortunate."

"Are the other dragons there extremely hostile or something?" I asked, attempting to gauge what exactly Toothless left behind and pushing away thoughts of dad suffering through something gruesome.

He let out an equivalent of a nervous chuckle, "You could say that..." Staring at me with two bright green eyes, it was obvious he wasn't going to offer anything further.

I decided not to press on, needing to get home anyway. "Well, I should get home. I'll see you tomorrow, Toothless."

"With fish, of course?" he asked, morphing his mouth into a growingly familiar smirk that I've been seeing way too much from him.

Rolling my eyes, I waved his question away and walked out of the cove, trekking back along the very familiar route home.

I quietly headed inside, and nearly jumped in surprise when I saw dad stoking the fire with some logs. I tried to be extra quiet to avoid alerting him, but he knew I had entered, "Hiccup."

I turned around to face him, "Dad, didn't think you were home this early."

His eyes narrowed a bit, "I didn't think you were either, especially while working on dragon training."

I faked a smile, "Well, thought I could come home early for the night due to rigorous training."

His eyes relaxed, and he smiled back, "I'm glad you're becoming a true Viking, Hiccup. Like you always wanted to be."

He gestured for me to continue upstairs, "I'll prepare some Mutton for dinner tonight."

I help my hands up, "Oh no, I don't wanna be a bother, dad. You probably have some more work to do."

He held his hand up in return, "As you said, I'm off early today. Besides, you're probably workin' up an appetite from all that trainin'. Can't have ya being brushed aside by a dragon's breathing, now can I?"

Slightly touched at his response, I answered, "Alright. I just need to take care of some stuff. Be down later."

Before he could say anything else, I headed up the stairs and made my way to my room. Safe out of his sight, I sighed and flopped down on my bed, trying to think of ideas to prevent me from succeeding in dragon training. Dad appeared to be in a much happier mood than usual, even though his recent Nest hunt once again came up with nothing.

But then again, he's satisfied that I'm 'fulfilling' his expectations of becoming a dragon killer, which will never happen. I could run away, but who knows what danger that could pose. There could be more dangerous people out there, like dragon hunters, or one of the enemy tribes could either kill me on the spot or blackmail my dad.

I could try to convince all of them during my initiation to kill the Nightmare, but that could backfire easily. Either something will set the dragon off that will cause it to almost kill me, or the other Vikings would riot out of confusion and fear. Of course, knowing my luck, somehow both would end up happening.

What am I going to do? Any choice I make could end badly for me, and Toothless. I guess running away and relocating to a deserted island could work, but that brings even mo-

"Hiccup, dinner's ready!" my dad yelled from the dining area. I sighed in relief at the distraction and made my way downstairs. Dad was adding a few more things to the table, completing the set up by placing the meal in the middle of the table as I sat down.

Neither of us said anything, the only noise coming from our utensils against the bowls and dad's noisy eating habits. There was tension between us, but it didn't feel as thick as it usually did. My rise in Berk's popularity was most likely easing his worry about fathering such a disappointing Viking, overcoming his usually sour mood at another unsuccessful Nest hunt.

Maybe I could convince dad that dragons aren't as evil as everyone thinks. I cast a quick look at him, taking in the familiar broad shoulders, commanding air, and general Vikingness that also include shiploads of stubbornness. Who am I kidding? Ragnarok would pass us over twice before I could get 5 words past him about dragons not being monsters.

I must have looked deep in thought, because he seemed to have noticed my expression, "Something wrong, son?"

I snapped out of it and looked up to him, and mustered up a fake smile, "Just trying to think of tactics against dragons. They are pretty crafty, so I have to be prepared for anything."

He smiled back at me and went back to his food. My appetite had been gradually slowing the whole night, and I could only take in one more bite before giving up on that task. Dad continued eating, off in his own world as I further explored mine.

The constant dragon fighting and destruction were as common as fishing, fighting, and feasting around here. No way could we keep going on like this forever. Something needed to change, preferably for the better and involving me coming out with all my limbs and margin of respect intact.

Why couldn't we try reasoning with the dragons? Surely they would prefer a better life that didn't involve constantly fighting and dying by Vikings. Could a dragon be reasoned with?

I must have said my last thought out loud, because I could feel my dad look to me in a bit of anger. "Hiccup," I snapped my head up to meet his eyes. "Some people's minds won't be changed, and the dragons' minds will never be changed. They will keep attacking and killing us until only they are left."

He stands up, looking a bit shaken as he focused on the grooves in the table. Neither of us moved, not knowing what to say. Finally, in a quiet voice, he ordered: "Go to bed, son."

I tried to pipe up, but his quick glare in my direction halted whatever protest I had. Without saying anything, I complied with his wishes and headed out of his sight. Looking over my shoulder one last time, I saw his shoulders slump in exhaustion and heard him mutter something too quiet for me to hear.

With nothing to add, I completed my journey upstairs and quickly retired.

Hiccup POV

I woke up earlier than expected, but then again, I went to bed earlier than expected. I didn't hear any movement downstairs, so dad must have already gone out Chiefing for the day. Probably overseeing the final Nest return duties, catching up on what he missed, and preparing for the next Dragon Training session.

Suddenly, I jolted up in bed as the day's plans dawned on me. I have dragon training today, the LAST day of dragon training! Oh no, this isn't good at all. I didn't come up with a plan last night and there definitely wasn't time to hatch one out now.

I leapt out of bed, trying to think of what to do in this unfortunate situation as I paced in my room. First things first, I need to warn Toothless, if something happens to me, he needs to run. But given who he is, that probably won't happen.

I quickly got dressed and bolted out the door down the small hill, so focused on my thoughts that I and slammed right into Astrid. We both went flying in different directions, me still distracted and her definitely angry at me. For what exactly, I didn't even try to figure out right now.

"Hiccup?! What are you doing?!" she shouted, rising to her feet and staring down at me.

I quickly got up, saying, "Sorry, I need to get training!"

Before I would break off, Astrid planted herself in my path. Not having much choice, I found myself looking at Astrid and witnessing her great anger at me. "Training starts early today, Hiccup. I came to get you."

My mind rapidly shuffled through the new information, trying my best to bring up the conversation where Gobber announced Dragon Training was moved up. There was a snip of recollection, but I was already going into a slight panic. Astrid continued glaring at me, but slowly her expression, She grew a bit concerned as I turned white.

Before she could say anything else, I said, "I need to do something real quick. Can you wait a few minutes?"

She narrowed her eyes and sighed before growling out, "Fine, but make it quick."

Casting her a nervous smile, I bolted into the forest, body already going down the usual path at a quicker pace. I was so focused on my retreating that I didn't realize Astrid was tailing me not too far behind. Close enough to follow, far enough to remain out of my sense...

I stopped at the entrance of the cove and walked in, Toothless staring up from the ground. Taking in my panting and look of panic, he went back to sleep. However, he shot up as he fully comprehended the state I was in.

"Wait, you're up early?! What happened?"

I put my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath, managing to stutter out "I have... to go... to... Dragon training… It's the… last class and… I still don't… have a plan."

Toothless' eyes widened in realization as he lifted himself up. In the most serious tone I've ever heard from him, he asked, "What are you gonna do?"

Astrid POV

As Hiccup disappeared into the woods,I didn't hesitate to follow him. Something was going on with him and this was most likely the last chance I had to find out what it was. I quietly followed after him along his path, doing my best to keep pace with him without alerting him to his tail... No way was I going to lose sight of him this time.

When a group of rock formations came into sight I saw him enter through a break in the stones. I made a motion to follow right after him, but stopped myself at the last second. Looking around I found a log leading up to an outcrop that would give me the perfect view to spy on what was going on over the rocks...

I climbed up the log and noted the stones I had seen were a wall around a deep cove with a lake resting in the middle. There weren't any noticeable entrances or exits safe the one Hiccup went through, so there was no way someone could sneak in after him. Satisfied, I looked down at where Hiccup's panting was coming from.

What I saw chilled me to my bones. Hiccup was leaning heavily against his knees as a Nightfury lifted its head to stare up at him.

I instinctively pulled my ax out, knowing, Hiccup had nothing to defend himself with and doubting his Training tricks would work on such a dangerous dragon. However, I stopped mid-way when I saw the dragon lay its head down, lifting my weapon fully out when it shot back up again.

To my shock, Hiccup didn't run away, cower, or even look on in fear. Instead, he talked to it... Talked to a dragon! I turned pale as a bone as the dragon continued to just stare at him, obviously familiar with the skinny boy... It suddenly clicked.

Hiccup was working with a Dragon; he was a traitor!

Not bothering to listen to what he was saying, I backed away slowly and when I felt there was enough distance between us, I bolted to the Chief's house to warn him of this treachery. I didn't know what I would say, though what could I say?

The Chief's son was talking to a dragon. A dragon that seemed familiar enough with him to respond to him. It explained everything that had been going on in Dragon Training. A traitor and a cheat! The forest gave way to the village and I immediately ran towards the Haddock household. I skidded to a halt in front of the door, just as Stoick was exiting the home.

He looked down at me, concern evident in his features, "Astrid, what's wrong?"

It took me a few seconds to catch my breath before I panted out, "It's Hiccup!"

Stoick's eyes narrowed in some emotion couldn't Astrid couldn't pin down, "What?! What's happened to him?!"

Standing up straight, I blurted out, "I saw him with a Night Fury! Talking to it! Not scared of it at all!"

His body rocked back in shock, his featuring morphing to despair, "I-Is he?"

Doing my best to keep calm, I voiced what he couldn't, "Sir, he's... He's sided with it."

He stumbled a bit, trying to soak in those words. In a volume so low I almost couldn't catch it, he muttered, "N-No... It can't be."

I looked down, trying not to make eye contact with the chief, "He was talking with it..."

Stoick eyes slowly melted from sadness to pure rage, his coiled body bouncing up to his full height. Venomously, he ordered, "Tell Spitelout to gather a team; I want them here immediately."

Hesitantly, I nodded and ran off to fulfill the task assigned to me. I didn't turn around to see his next reaction, nor was I sure I wanted to. The punishment for traitors was well known and normally indefensible.

For a moment, Astrid found herself slowing a bit as she realized just how grave the situation was. A situation she stumbled upon and had set in motion. Anything that happened to Hiccup from here onward would be on her hands.

Pushing those feelings aside, she closed her eyes and restarted her fast pace. As a Berkian and warrior, she was obligated to tell her Chief anything that would threaten the Village. A threat that included a Nightfury and the son of the Chief.

Is Stoick going to do this? Will he do this to Hiccup, his son?