Plot: Hiccup's not like the rest and he knows it. One day when he was a young boy, he walked off into the woods and his life changed when he found a Night Fury. It was the first dragon he had ever befriended, but it wasn't the last. If Berk is not his home, then he'll have to make a new one.
Scene 1:
"You miss me?" Hiccup asked as he walked into the cove, a basket full of fish on his back, he had barely placed it down when a couple of terrible terrors quickly dove in and began eating. "Hungry today, huh?" Hiccup chuckled before turning around and seeing Toothless, the Night Fury, jump off a rock and land on the ground. The Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, bounded towards him like a happy kitten and immediately began demanding hugs and cuddles. "Yeah, yeah, I know you missed me," He said, scratching Toothless on the spots he knew that the dragon liked, predictably Toothless let out a soft purr.
A small growl to the side drew Hiccup's attention to 'Thunderbolt' the purple-coloured Skrill, a fierce dragon and Toothless's biggest rival for Hiccup's affection. The two dragons growled and snarled at each other as they often did when Hiccup arrived, when he wasn't here they were content to ignore each other.
"Alright, alright, let's not have another fight," Hiccup said, one hand on Toothless while his free hand gestured Thunderbolt over. Thunderbolt sent one last growl to Toothless before trotting over to Hiccup and demanding head rubs. Hiccup had barely started when he saw the whispering death flying towards him. He let out a small sigh, dragons were hard work sometimes.
Scene 2:
Hiccup couldn't help but glare as he entered the arena enter the arena, he did not want to be here, not at all. For years, he had enjoyed the company of dragons, preferring it much more than the company of his fellow Vikings. For the most part, the Vikings were brutes, good for little more than killing dragons, the very thing that Hiccup hated. Not that that had much difference to his father -Stoick the Vast - who had insisted on Hiccup taking part in dragon training.
Hiccup hadn't meant to show up the others, he had only been trying to stop the dragons from getting hurt. And in doing so, he was now the one chosen to face off against the monstrous nightmare, he was the one tasked with killing it in front of everyone. He realised quickly that everything was going to come to a head, one way or the other. It didn't take long before the dragon was unleashed. According to Vikings, they were vicious and bloodthirsty creatures that wanted nothing more than to rip your head off and eat it. That didn't explain why the dragon tried to escape the cage before going after him, it only started looking at him when it realised that escape was not an option.
Hiccup didn't pay as much attention to the nightmare as he should have, instead he looked around at the crowd. Hundreds of vikings were here, some wanted him dead, some had hated him for years and were now cheering for him because they thought he was finally a dragon killer, and then there was his father. For the first time in his entire life, his father was proud of him, proud of him because he thought that he would do the one thing that Hiccup never ever wanted to do.
Looking around, he decided, once and for all, that he was done with Berk.
He tossed the knife and shield away before removing his horned helmet, much to the shock of the dragon and the other vikings. Many of them were wondering just what exactly he was planning.
"I'm out," Hiccup announced, approaching the nightmare. It snarled at him but Hiccup wasn't scared, he calmed it in seconds and quickly mounted its neck, much to the shock of the others.
"What are you doing?!" Stoick's voice boomed.
"I'm out of here," Hiccup said before whistling loudly.
"Get him out of there!" Stoick yelled and soon Vikings began running into the cage, but they were too late. A familiar screech cut through the air.
"Night Fury!"
"Get down!"
The roof of the cage exploded as Toothless flew overhead, not two seconds later a lightning bolt shot down and crashed near the Vikings, causing them to back up.
"Time to disappear," Hiccup said before he and the dragons flew out of the arena.
"But Hiccup, what have you been doing on this Island by yourself all of these years?" Astrid wondered as she followed Hiccup through the dense woods of this island where she found Hiccup. The young man was nothing like she remembered, he was taller than her now, wearing a brown-black set of armour with a red dragon logo on his chest. He had a small braid in his hair, a couple of scars on his face and looked far more muscular than she remembered.
"Who says I'm living by myself?" Hiccup replied as they exited the woods. Astrid opened her mouth to respond but promptly forgot what she was about to say when she saw what was in front of her. A small village, filled with people of various ages and sizes, but what was really surprising was the fact that there was what looked like a few dozen dragons flying around, the people in front of them barely batted an eye, the dragons weren't trying to harm them either.
"You weren't joking, were you?" Astrid gasped. "When you said what we knew about them was wrong?"
"I meant every word," Hiccup told her just before a grey-skinned dragon, the size of Toothless walked up to Hiccup. Astrid frowned as she looked at the dragon, its head was heavily armed with a nasal horn, a coral-shaped frill, and with jaws that are lined up with huge, needle-like teeth. it had three pairs of eyes that give it little to no blind spots. Its colouration is mainly a grayish blue with an orange underside, it coral-like spines as well as red spikes plus a tail tipped with what looked like a bludgeon.
"I've never seen that type of dragon before,"
"It's just a baby," Hiccup told her as he petted the dragon. "Trust me, his mother was much bigger." He understated, the red death was big enough to destroy the whole of Berk by itself, he couldn't imagine how big its offspring would be.