I would just like to say to any of you who are reading this and also read my series on my female hybrid Hiccup, this is technically cannon to that series. Unlike pretty much every one of these, this one is considered 'cannon'.

Enjoy!

EDIT 9/19/22: For any returning folks, you may have noticed I deleted the first few song-fics. It's because they no longer reflect my style of writing song-fics anymore, I've hated them for awhile, I think they're giving a bad first impression to new people, and I was planning on redoing them anyway.

Hiccup ran through the forest with the cape of her cloak dancing in the wind behind her trying to distance herself from the village as much as possible. She had one place in mind; the cove. Before this moment, the day was like any other on Berk for Hiccup. She was laying outside in a field watching Aric and Astrid battle each other in the distance. She often liked to sketch the two, especially Aric. Ever since about a year ago she had gotten the biggest crush on him and it didn't seem to be letting up any time soon. This time, however, she wasn't sketching the siblings, but rather herself.

Hiccup often wondered what it would be like to be like everyone else; to no longer have any black scales plaguing her body. What exactly would she be like with no wings or a tail? What would she look like having actual ears instead of the two plates attached to her head? This was why she would draw herself as human. Why she needed to perfect it. She needed to know, or, at least have the fantasy. Hiccup's mind was for once at complete peace as she worked on the finishing details to her newest and absolute best sketch of her human self; this one looked just like her from what she knew of her reflection. Everything about the moment was perfect. That is, until her cousin decided to show up.

"Oh, what have we got here?" Snotlout questioned as he snatched up her large sketchbook from her hands.

"Hey!" Hiccup exclaimed reaching out for her stolen drawing.

"Another sketch of yourself? Are you really that proud of yourself?" he said tearing the sketch out from the book and just tossing it to the ground with a thud. "I mean look at you? What's there to be proud of?"

"Well, my brain, for one. Something you never seem to have. Now give it back, Snotlout."

Clearly insulted and angry with her comment, Snotlout instead tore the picture in half before letting it go to the wind. "Oops", he said obviously not meaning it.

Hiccup's eyes widened in horror as she watched the two pieces fly off. She ran to catch them but they were just too fast and illusive to her hands that reached out. She was just about to snatch one piece, when she suddenly noticed she had come to a cliff and had to stop. The piece was just out of reach, and when she was forced to stop the two pieces of her first actual picture of herself were both gone forever.

That's why Hiccup was in the cove now feeling deflated. When she lost the picture, it was like she also lost the dream. It was as if the gods were telling her she could never be human. No matter how hard she tried she would never be a Viking. All Hiccup wanted was to be normal; all she ever wanted was to fit in and make her father proud. But with the beast inside of her how could she? She had become very good in keeping that side of her at bay; no traces of dragon could be seen. Well, none except for what lied on the surface.

Looking down at the lake, Hiccup looked at her reflection and took the hood down. It was something she rarely ever did now days, but now she felt like she needed to see them. She needed to see the reflection that wasn't her; a monster that lay under the surface somewhere deep within her that she could, and would, never let out. A reflection that showed a part of herself she wished never existed. Maybe Snotlout was right; what was there to be proud of? How could she be a Viking, a Chieftain, with this thing lurking inside her? Why couldn't she look at herself for once and just be happy with what she saw?

"Look at me. I will never pass for a great Chieftain, or a perfect Viking. Can it be, I will never play that part?" she then said fearfully, thinking of what she could become.

"Could it be, that if I were truly to be myself I would break my father's heart? Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why can't my reflection show me who I know? I know I cannot hide what I am, though I try. Why can't my reflection show who I am inside?!"

Putting the hood back on, her reflection in the lake, she lamented once more. "Why can't my reflection show who I am inside…?"