Hello again!

I feel like creating another chapter early so here it is

By the way, some of you asked me if I'm a dude or a girl

Well, surprise, I'm a dude

Ohp, hold on, let me check...

There's a sausage down there... accompanied by two fish balls...

Yeah, a dude wrote down some romantic stories, and I am not a romantic person

Anyway, onto the story; back in Gifts Of The Blind one of you suggested that Hiccup's face is disfigured

Well a part of his face will be 'disfigured'

Just a heads up

Enjoy Reading And Review If You Feel Like It!

Chapter 8
Greetings, Your Highness…

'So, this is what death really feels like'

He was flying.

That was the first thing he felt after he fell down onto the dirt ground. He could feel the winds against his face as he flew. He could tell the flight was slower than what he would feel whenever he was riding Toothless.

Then he could feel he was placed onto a soft ground.

It was really soft, that was one thing for sure. He was certain that he was placed onto some sort of bed or something since the dirt ground couldn't be this comfortable. He embraced the comfort he felt on his back.

He heard a booming voice that made his bone vibrated.

He couldn't understand what the voice was saying since all he heard was soft yet loud roars. He thought the speaker of the voice was Odin himself, waiting for Hiccup to wake up from his slumber in the afterlife.

He then felt cold.

It was freezing cold; cold but oddly comfortable, very comfortable. He could feel he was breathing in something but he could tell with his raspy and weak breath. The coldness that embraced his whole body seemed to be warming up a bit as he kept breathing.

But then he noticed something. He took a deep breath, now knowing that his breathing wasn't weak or raspy like it previously was. He took even deeper breath, happy that he gained back his regular breathing.

Once he gained back his breathing, he noticed that he did breathing in something. It was cold, as cold as the one that embraced him. It was tasteless, but it wasn't unpleasant. The more he breathe it in, the warmer his surrounding he felt.

He felt something changed.

Mainly the part on his face. He could feel something was changing but it wasn't hurting him but it felt weird. Suddenly, the darkness he had seen for five years suddenly brightened up with blinding lights. He could feel a lot more strength ran through his veins as his muscles tensed in extreme strength.

He then heard multiple voices.

They were coming from nowhere. At first Hiccup could hear nothing but the silence then suddenly filled with murmurs. Then, they slowly changed into voices. He couldn't clearly hear what they said but he did caught one that enthusiastically said, "It's working!"

He felt nothing.

The coldness he felt earlier that transformed into warmth suddenly disappeared. The thing he breathed in was gone. The pain he received from the deadly mysterious disease suddenly vanished.

He then felt his senses heightened a lot.

His breathing was deep and strong. He felt his body a lot stronger than ever. He could smell much more than ever. He could hear the ants marching beside his head.

Last but not least, he saw blinding white.

White…

For five years the only color he saw was only black; nothing but dark black. He was so familiar with black that the color white felt foreign to him. His eyes quickly snapped opened upon realization.

Ice…

And blue…

Icy blue…

They were not the sapphire ocean blue he was dying to see again, but they were soothing.

The ice seemed to be in front of his face since they seem to be very close. He held out a hand to touch them but only met the air.

Confused, he held out even further but still no avail. Suddenly, the ice that once in front of his face quickly distant itself far away into the sky, making him further confused. He looked at his hand that hovered above his face.

His eyes widened in extreme shock.

He could see…

He was seeing…

He just saw…

He regained back his sight…

He regained back his sight!

Hope and excitement filled inside him. Suddenly, his hand came quickly to his face, making him yelped in surprise. He doesn't even move his hand. But it seemed that it was exactly in front of his face. Suddenly, his hand moved away without even moving it.

Slowly, very slowly, he began to sat up without even trying, still holding his gaze on his palm. His breathing was slow but strong, he could feel it. Slowly, very slowly, he clenched his hand into a fist. He could feel the massive strength raced through his veins, yet he knew it wasn't his full strength. He had never felt this strong in his life.

He looked at his forearm. It was very muscular, much more muscular than ever. They were not massive but they were muscles. He flexed his forearm, feeling the muscles moved in his forearm. The strength it gave out was very strong, yet he knew it was not its full potential.

He slowly inhaled deeply. He could smell the salt of the sea, the sweet scent of the flowers, and the burning of dragon scale. He had never smelled this much before.

He could hear a waterfall running beside him and crashed the water below. He could hear the chirping of the birds a long distant away. And finally, he heard a soft yet shocked voice.

::He's awake:: Hiccup turned to his left in sitting position.

There were dragons, lots and lots of dragons; different color, different size but same expression. And they stared at him in shock, extreme shock.

'Did they just…?' Hiccup trailed off as all eyes were on him. Hiccup slowly stood up, making his prosthetic leg tapped and squeaked. During the process, he could feel his muscles tensing and slackening under his skin. His whole body was more muscular than ever, much stronger than ever.

As he stood there, staring at the staring dragons, he could feel himself standing proud and tall, like it was natural to him.

Suddenly, very slowly, a dragon in front of the crowds of dragons began to bow low. Very slowly, another dragon joined, bowing low, and then followed by another, then another, then another, then another.

Soon enough, each and every one of the dragons before him, they were all bowing before him.

Hiccup was shock, despite he was breathing slowly. He had been treated respectfully by dragons back on Berk. But had it been like this? Have the dragons been treated him like a royal family?

Suddenly, he felt coldness coming from behind him, freezing his hair into place. Brushing away the ice from his hair, he turned around and stared in awe.

It was the biggest and the whitest dragon he ever seen. The tusks were huge and the jaw was massive. There were a lot of horns on the back of its massive head.

The dragon's giant green eyes were lock with his emerald green, forest eyes. Hiccup could see his own reflection in the dragon's eyes. Through the reflection, Hiccup noticed something about himself.

He was more muscular, but not bulky muscular. He wasn't as big as his father but he wasn't as small as a toothpick. Hiccup was defiantly built. But those were not what made his eyes widened. The most alien about himself was his eyes.

His slit, glowing emerald green, forest, dragon-like eyes…

::Greeting…:: Hiccup heard a booming voice coming from the white giant dragon, making Hiccup's eyes widened even further. What the dragon added later surely made him shocked to the core.

::Prince of Dragon::