REVEIWS PEOPLE! REVEIWS! I was going through my two main conflicts for this story and realised that, this is gunna be ONE. LONG. FANFICTION. I would only have one conflict but then- you wouldn't learn Drayko's origins, and I hate leaving open ends unless it suits me for sequels later on. Anyhoo- ENJOY TEH FF

CHAPTER SIX – a very bad morning

Drayko once again woke up, this surprised him, but what surprised him more as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling was that he wasn't in his house. They must have moved me, he thought glumly. He looked to his side and jumped in surprise. Half the village was in the cottage he slept in.

The Doctor sat at the end of his bed, beside him stood my step mom and dad, next to them was Gobber, Tuffnut and Fishlegs, who had his arms wrapped around Ruffnut. Directly to my side were Leif, Tofa, Fishnut, and a few other young people he didn't know very well. The fishermen stood in a group on the far side of the room, beside the baker and the butcher, the seamstress, the warriors, even the older woman, mingling with some random Vikings. Near, but not close to him a few children stared at him with child-like wonder. The house was overflowing with many people he didn't know. This didn't reassure him.

Fishnut leaned toward him. "You've been out for two weeks." He stated. "The doctor say's you shouldn't over exert yourself, so try not to freak out."

Freak out at what? Drayko thought. He didn't have time to ponder that thought because Tofa gently opened a flask of water and put it too his mouth. He drank it happily.

So, he had been passed out for two weeks. That didn't sound good. It didn't really matter now, he felt great. He smiled as Tofa took away the empty flask.

They gave him worried looks. "What? I feel fine...I mean well," he laughed, "I have a tail and wings still but..." his wings and tail flapped happily to match his mood. They're stares didn't lighten, if anything they worsened. His eyes widened slightly. "Really guy's what's wrong with me? I don't want to look if you're that worried."

Leif held Drayko's face in his hands cautiously, stopping him from looking down at his body. "You have to promise that you won't have another panic attack."

"I don't even know wha-"

"Just promise!" Tofa interrupted him. He looked at her, when she caught his eye she looked away. He looked back to Leif, his breath gaining speed. "What's wrong with me?" he demanded, hysteria once again taking hold of his senses.

"There's nothing wrong with you boy." Proclaimed the elder woman. "You've just gone under a great change."

Drayko's eyes widened as he stared into nothing, lost in so many confused and hectic thoughts. What did she mean great change? Does that mean I'm actually a dragon now? Eventually when Leif didn't let him go, Drayko lifted his hand in front of his face.

It wasn't necessarily a claw, however it wasn't a hand anymore either. His skin had finally taken on the form it always pretended to be, white dragon scales. He turned his hand, just to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. When he was sure he wasn't hallucinating he forcefully pulled away from Leif and looked down at himself.

His body still had the shape of a human's. His feet were the same as his hands, not quite claws, not quite feet. He felt along his chest and legs, the scales were so close together that they felt smooth. He felt his face, scales were there too, and he still had all his hair. His ears had become long; they felt rounded almost like a night fury's. At least he knew what species he'd become eventually.

Panic threatened to engulf him again, but this time it was dull, as if he had panicked so much the last time that he simply didn't have it in him to panic anymore. He closed his eyes tight and took deep breaths, trying to slow his heart beat to a normal speed, but what if the fast beating of it was normal now? How fast did the heart of a dragon beat? It didn't feel wrong, he didn't feel wrong. Nothing hurt; he wasn't burning from the inside out because of a dragon heartstring. He felt great. Maybe this was a good thing after all.

Eventually he opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly to his friends. "You know, I'm kind of hungry, do you have fish or meat in here?" he asked.

A collective sigh filled the small cottage as Hiccup laughed and patted his dragon-like son. "See, he's alright, you can all go home then." He gestured the curious Vikings away.

As the last of the people walked out, the few people left were his friends. Leif had walked off to find some food so that left Tofa, Fishnut, and Drayko all to themselves.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Tofa asked, placing a hand on Drayko's lap.

"Honestly I don't think I've ever felt so care free before," he replied as he leaned back onto his hands, looking up at the ceiling again, "I like this change."

"That's what makes me nervous." Tofa stated quietly.

Drayko bolted up right to ask why, but Tofa shrieked before he could say anything.

There was a very awkward pause where Fishnut held his sister protectively.

Drayko felt a sad frown creep across his face. He rolled over to face the wall. "Go home if you're afraid." He muttered. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "We aren't afraid of you; you just...surprised me-"

"It's obvious he wants us to leave Tofa, if he doesn't want people around we should leave." Fishnut tugged on his sister's arm. "Come on." He said. She sighed. "Don't forget Dray, we're still your friends, no matter how you change." Tofa's last words before she and Fishnut left caused a sting of pain in his heart. Sometimes I wonder if it would've been better for no one to have ever liked me, would've caused less grief for everyone, Drayko thought in a whisper.

"Hey Dray, where'd Tofa and Fishnut go?" Leif asked as he re-entered the room with a tray of food.

"Home." Drayko grumbled.

Leif sighed and sat in a chair next to the bed. "Come on Grumpy Gus, stop being such a downer. Thing will get better." He offered, as he placed the platter on Drayko's lap. Drayko ate without talking. He flicked his head up to look at his brother. "Hey Leif-" the flinch in Leif's green eyes made him stop. He stared down at his plate.

"Even you're scared of me." he whispered, not wanting to admit it.

"Yes, I am." Leif's admittance made Drayko stare at him. His green eyes had gone serious, the flinch completely forgotten. "But not of what you are," he held Drayko's cheek in one hand, "I'm scared of what will happen to you." he pulled Drayko into a hug. The blond found this comforting in the way that Leif had just physically accepted him completely, no flinching or shutters. He smiled and allowed himself to melt into the embrace. He felt an overwhelming wave of thankful emotions for having someone to look out for him.

His happiness was short lived however; for once he opened his eyes he saw Gareth standing in the doorframe.

DAMMIT GARETH, STOP RUINING MY- I mean Drayko's- HAPPY MOMENTS! D: Heh Heh, well I felt Gareth wasn't being as evil as I wanted him to be, so here he is, and this time, he ain't just gunna snicker and call him a freak!

A dragon heartstring is the flame within a dragons heart which allows them to breath fire (or whatever else they breath, water, lighting, etc.)