My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Yeah, yeah, weird name, I know, but it's not the worst. Something about scaring off trolls, I think? Anyways, my home is a small, ill-known isle called Berk, a place where our warmest days bring a biting frost that lasts until noon.
It's a relatively nice place, though, if you don't count the dragon raids. Yep, nothing like being robbed and torched all at once. Why not leave? Well, Vikings are known for their stubbornness, especially here.
Now I honestly am having a very nice day. It is sunny and warm, I have yet to be bullied, and my dad, chief of the village, has actually decided to take a look at some of my inventions, which just so happen to be working.
Right now, I'm on my way to the Great Hall for lunch when Dad slaps a massive hand on my shoulder, nearly knocking me to the ground. "Son! Just the person I've been looking for. How's that new bola launcher coming?"
I open my mouth to respond, but a deafening BOOM cuts me off. The air feels much warmer, now. Looking down on some obscure instinct, I find, to my horror, that the source of the heat is the fire encompassing my wiry frame. White-hot flames lick the forming cracks on the tremulous ground, which opens up and swallows the town before my burning eyes.
Nonono, this can't be happening!
A seemingly draconic shriek tears out of my throat as I fall endlessly down a crevice that opens beneath my feet. Pure, unadulterated terror overtakes me when my eyes rest upon my black, scaly, clawed hands as one more BOOM sounds, far louder than the previous, and the world swirls around me...
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Freedom in its Richest Form
FanfictionHiccup, the runt of Berk, finds out something about himself that changes how he sees the world...and the form which he experiences it in. After an chance encounter with the fearsome Night Fury, Hiccup's form changes to match his heart and soul: half...
