So hey readers, I've noted about 100 views for just the Prologue, which I'm not sure what that means, but seeing as I've not released a fanfic before (even though this one is just barely starting, off of another one), I'll say is nice, so before I continue, I'll say, I'm trying my best to be consistent with new chapters, also to those who want more, I'm happily moving the story forward as best I can. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I doubt I need it, but as said before, HTTYD under DreamWorks and the original story was done by 'I am a Night Fury'. If you haven't read the Prologue, then simply I am making a spin-off sequel because no one has messed with that story in almost 2 years
Chapter 1: Caged Madness
Licking my wounds left me to think, trying to distract from the events of the past few days. But I've not really had time to dwell, and to put it bluntly, it's been painful, being a dragon's not all that fun, but being separated from the shop and from my dad...oh gods, if Gobber wants me as a training dummy, what would dad say. I know he'd be downright upset if he found out I was dead, but how is he going to take this. Is he going to chop off my head, or exile me...?
Stormfly, who was just dozing off finally snapped me out of my trance. "I'm sure that's good enough." as she snaked a colorful eye at me.
I stopped but it wasn't hard to dwell, the least of my problems being the wound, how is dad going, probably with the usual "send them running" fallback, except in this case them is me. What if he decides to use me for training, like continuing with Gobber's idea?
At least the training is over for the day, Stormfly all but scaring them off. I doubt I can rely on that working much longer though, they'll probably find a way to get her out of the fights, preventing me from doing the 'training' as much fun as it is.
"Who knew scaring the Scaleless would be more fun." As she laid off to the side of her cage, probably noticing somehow that I was disturbed.
Snotlout's face as he hung on the wall, I doubt anyone felt pity for him, it was pretty funny.
"Yeah, it was funny to see Snotlout hanging from the wall" I'm pretty sure that's not helping my 'I'm still Hiccup' case though. That weapon rack exploding was especially bad for their confidence in me. I need to find a way to communicate I'm still here, not like I haven't already tried.
Maybe I can sleep on it. Drifting into a darkened dream inside of the cage.
Hiding by a rock near the arena, looking in, jotting down any notes on the one of the two unrestrained dragons, the Night Fury (who once was Hiccup) and the Deadly Nadder, just lying in the cage. So much about Night Fury's seem to be less than we thought though, not even a single horn, and its size is definitely less than a ten, but its firepower is more than a twelve, but that was probably obvious already, since the Night Fury that usually hangs around tears us apart, able to take out entire catapults larger than the arena in a single breath, though knowing its fire is more like an arrow of fire definitely adds to its already staggering attack. With it appearing to fall asleep though, it's hard to tell much more from it, though from previous attacks and even from the arena fight, they have at least a speed of seventeen.
The many interesting things 'Hiccup' could have us learn. I had to creep a little closer from my nice and safe rock, to get a better lookup, but my chances of not being spotted dwindle as I close in, but I need to know more. I'm on the edge, odd they haven't noticed me though, maybe they truly are asleep, then again, we did give the Night Fury a beating, it probably needed it, but the Nadder beat us, maybe it needed its 'beauty' rest, they apparently love preening their scales even when they attack. I eventually snuck to the edge in any case, near the cage, just off to the side of the opened cage, and while I wrote up some notes, and I dropped them, right into the arena, making a loud smack with the leather on the rock.
Oh no, that's not good, chances of me actually getting away without burning pants are in the single digits now. I can probably run from here and maybe only get a slight burn, but then I'd lose all my notes, I spent a facts filled hour doing that, trying to write up everything I found, and I just happened to drop my notes, I would have been fine if the coal stick I was writing with fell, I could get a new one, but how do I get new notes. That's when I realize they both saw me, looking straight at me, the Nadder seeming ready to dish out a second round, while the Night Fury seems rather relaxed, that's odd, you'd think with how we treated it, it expect another attack, prepared to avoid us.
I heard Fishlegs drop his notebook, the leather woke me from my nap. Me and Stormfly looked right up, he was scared bad and probably ready to run, except he was hesitating, and I'm pretty sure I know why. Maybe this is my opportunity to prove myself, I mean how bad could this go?
"So the large one wants seconds." Stormfly responded, as we looked up, preparing to attack, using her own pleasure to stir her words.
"Hold on, stay here." I roared softly, trying to calm her, I'd say I've barely succeeded, she was still ready to attack, though she was more reluctant.
Slowly approaching the edge, the notebook was open to a pages explaining a Night Fury's appearance, I expected as much, Fishlegs would be the only one to risk himself for stats. As I approached, he appeared more nervous, it was much more obvious, but he still stood there, switching his eyes between me and the notes, of course only Fishlegs would risk burns for a few notes. Still, maybe if I could just get his notes, I could get them back to him.
As I picked the book up with my paws, I only flipped it. So I went a different approach, push the book up against the wall with my claws, then I tried my head, and now the book is sitting on top of my head. Maybe I can push myself up the wall, maybe I could get equal to the bottom of the arena's metal cage.
"What are you doing?" Stormfly quips from behind.
"Trying to get back these notes." Of course I knew she wouldn't get it, but how do exactly explain this.
I was just about high enough for Fishlegs to reach his notes, as high as my legs would allow me. I tried to look as non-threating as I possible, maybe get him to realize that I'm still clumsy me, but when your body has trouble doing a stance it was originally built for, it's kind of hard to keep any more control when you weren't born this way, especially when your naturally clumsy, I almost fell three times, barely clawing into the wall to prevent my fall. I was now as tall as possible, my tail was pretty uncomfortable under me, but all that matters is Fishlegs gets his notes back.
He reached down slowly, picked his notes very cautiously, just before I fell backwards, of course I'd make such a mistake, but at least I sent the message. Smirking at my success, well, half success, but still, it's better than earlier.
Hiccup just handed me back my notes, or the Night Fury in his body, or is it the Night Fury that used to be Hiccup…does it matter, it handed me my notes back. Even with its Hiccup-like klutziness, this is unbelievable. Why would it do this? Does it even understand what these notes mean? Does it even know what's in the pages? What if it really is Hiccup? This is crazy, if it's truly Hiccup, I need to know, I'm going to need to figure this out. I don't know how much more of this lunacy I can take. But first I need to get out of here, maybe think over this, this dragon getting my notes to me.
I slipped away nervously, I don't how many people wouldn't be, even for Vikings, this is mad. I have to get over this, I need to understand what this is about. As I slip away, Hiccup has definitely left me questions to solve, even if it's not his mind in control.
As Fishlegs slipped slowly away, that left me with Stormfly, the only other uncaged dragon in here. I have no doubt what I did wasn't at least a bit confusing and crazy, though what hasn't been these past few days.
"I need him to understand that I don't mean harm." I told her obviously confused face.
"You expect a few flimsy pieces of skin to convince the large one not to attack you?" Of course, dragons probably don't write things down for later, so just another barrier of explanation.
"It's important to him, he values it highly, and he'll probably come around because of it." Maybe I can get away with simple.
"Hey, it's not like my necks out for it." Maybe a little morbid, but that's fine enough.
"You should probably get back in the cage, with how much time we've spent, and as soon as they find out Fishlegs was close, they'll probably send someone over to lock up the cages."
"Fishlegs?" Oh great, a simple question, at least it's quick, even if it is rhetorical.
"His name," gesturing at the empty space where Fish was. "I don't know how I'd feel about another fight so…"
"Alright Hiccup." As she walked back into the cage, I was still left to dwell, I almost get killed by my own dragon training class, all cause I'm stuck in the body of the deadliest dragon known to Vikings, after getting bitten by the exact same dragon that I shot down myself. How much crazier could this be? Gods, how am I going to fix this?
Ok, so sorry for the kind of short chapter, it's probably a quick breeze, but that I'll attribute not having done too much writing recently, and just getting back into it, so I'm going to try building up on that (without using filler). Also I'm going to try to get at least 1 chapter out per week, if not more, also just to add to that, school and other projects take up some time, so I will occasionally be taken up some weeks, hopefully I'll be able to leave notes for that, but I can't guarantee that. And last but not least, please review if you have a chance, I'd like to know what you think I did good and bad, and how many people like me to continue this. Otherwise thanks for reading this chapter.