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The dragon riders sat in a half circle around their campfire listening to Gobber with rapt attention. “The Lycanwing dragon is a rare beast and a vicious one at tha. Those who survive its bite are not actually survivors a toll. They are doomed to a life as half-man, half-Lycanwing. A the height of every full moon, the condemned Viking transforms into a terrifying dragon! Wings the size of a house, teeth stronger than Gronckle Iron. And a thirst…for blood.”

The tale Gobber spun and the exhaustive night chasing down Tuffnut that ensued did not instill Hiccup with confidence. Poor Tuff was convinced he was possessed, even going as far as to lock himself in a pen in the hanger to keep the other riders safe. It wasn’t until Tuff’s sister disproved his bite with the help of Snotlout that Tuffnut was convinced.

All the same, Hiccup was on edge.

Presently, he stood in his hut with a pensive look staring at the wall. The Dragon Eye was glowing with the light of the full moon, displaying the image of the Lycanwing.

“It doesn't make sense bud.” Hiccup spoke to Toothless who was wrapped up comfortably on his rock bed. “The Dragon Eye has been the source of dragon knowledge ever since we found it. It hasn’t been wrong before. So why is this here?” The dragon only huffed in reply. Hiccup fondly rolled his eyes and walked to join his companion. “Someone’s lonely.” The rider remarked as he began to scratch all Toothless’ favorite spots.

Hiccup returned his gaze to the ominous light of the Lycanwing. “Gobber said Kessler is the only account of someone being bitten. The Dragon Eye confirms the infectious bite. It’s a mythical dragon like the Boneknapper, Smothering Smokebreath, and Foreverwing. Which all exist because we’ve seen them up close. Plus the lens is a mystery class.” Hiccup listed the facts out loud. A habit to keep focus and work through the problem.

Toothless murmured a series of growls, which Hiccup loosely translated to “Island alive. Fly with Meatlug.” “True.” Hiccup nodded. “Lycanwing Island is real, Fishlegs flew with us to find the statue guarding the lenses.” Toothless lifted his head and rumbled, cocking his head at the end. Hiccup took it as a question, but the actual phrase was lost on him. The rider copied the sound with a series of clicks, his way of speaking dragon tongue without the vocal cords to produce such an array of sounds. Toothless repeated the growl slower. “Explore island. No time.” “Not explore island long.” Hiccup chirped back, earning him an encouraging trill and nuzzle from Toothless. “Maybe we should go back.” Hiccup looked into his partner’s deep green eyes. “It’s possible we missed something.” Toothless bent to a playful pounce, flapping his wings. “We fly? We night fly? Night flight! Night flight!” “Yes, we night flight.” Hiccup clicked back with a smile. “I just need to grab our gear.”

“Yeah! Come on Toothless, punch it!” The rider let out a whoop as he and the Night Fury dove through the air under the cover of darkness. The sound of Toothless slicing through the sky sent a flock of sleeping Terrors fleeing. Hiccup leaned forward in his saddle to scratch Toothless under the chin. “That was a nice way to stretch our wings. Now let’s head to Lycanwing Island.” “Flock worry?” Toothless asked. “The gang knows we go on night flights.” Hiccup replied. “Besides, I left a note in the clubhouse saying where we went if we’re not back by sunrise.”

The two descended on the island close to where Fishlegs and Hiccup originally found the new Dragon Eye lenses. Hiccup dismounted and locked the tailfin, a way for Toothless to glide on his own if needed. “Okay bud, where should we start first?” Toothless sniffed the ground searching for any signs of life while Hiccup rounded the statue looking for clues.

It was sometime later when Toothless caught a scent in the forest they ended up in. He let out a low growl and bared his teeth as his pupils slit. Hiccup reached for his sword but did not ignite the blade just yet. “What is it bud?”

Suddenly, a dragon about the size of a Speedstinger flew out of the brush. It had red scales with a long tail and wings coming from its forearms like that of a Nightmare. Its talons were large enough to support itself on its hind legs. The body was lean and built for stealth. The head had sharp ears and other frills coming from its cheeks. Its eyes were the most threatening of all. Soulless. Black. Like a shark in a feeding frenzy.

Hiccup ignited his sword and held it defensively. The creature charged with a roar that sounded like the souls of the damned crying out. Hiccup barely had time to think “Lycanwing” before he was being shoved out of the way by Toothless. The creature wailed again and swiped at the Night Fury. Toothless held up a wing as a shield while Hiccup charged with his sword. The Lycanwing glanced back and whipped its tail at the rider, knocking him away. Toothless snapped at the creature and managed to grab a hold of its leg. The Lycanwing screamed and retaliated by sinking its teeth into the Night Fury’s paw. Toothless roared in pain as the creature clamped down, sucking the dragon's blood like a leech.

“Leave him alone!” Hiccup shouted and used the flat edge of his sword to shove the Lycanwing off. The creature retreated, caught off guard.

“You okay bud?” Hiccup saw where the bite mark was. Not too deep thankfully. The Lycanwing’s screech drew Hiccup’s attention. It swiped at him with a clawed wing which the rider deflected with his arm guard.

Hiccup kicked the beast in the gut with his metal leg. The Lycanwing was forced to kneel from the blow, but it was only a moment before it pounced again and landed on Hiccup’s chest. It sunk its teeth into the rider’s shoulder, releasing every ounce of venom it possessed. Hiccup screamed in pain as agony rippled through his body. Toothless sucked in a deep breath and fired a plasma blast at the beast hurting his partner. It struck true and the creature yowled as it was knocked off in a smoking fireball. Toothless followed up with two more shots, finishing the job.

Toothless rushed to Hiccup’s side, babbling worries and pawing at the ground. “Flockmate hurt! Brother hurt! How help? What pain?” Hiccup rolled on his side, clutching his shoulder. “Pain. Much pain. Venom hurt. Venom bad.” “Venom dragon dead. Savage dragon dead.” Toothless assured him. “Thanks and love brother.” Hiccup pushed himself up with clenched teeth. “We have to get back to the Edge. Back home. To get the venom, ow, extracted. Flock help. Fly home. ”

Toothless nodded and helped his brother onto his back. Their flockmates, the dragon riders, can help Hiccup.

The rider maneuvered his metal leg into the stirrup and toothless took to the sky. With luck, they’d be back to Dragon’s Edge in record time.

Astrid was sound asleep in her hut when a distressed Night Fury came crashing through her door. Stormfly, who was sleeping downstairs, was on high alert with her spines raised. “Toothless! What’s wrong?” Astrid called down before noting the lack of a dragon rider. “Where’s Hiccup?” toothless was frantic in his reply, “Flock brother sick! Bitten with venom. Sick, pain, need help. Wrong, wrong, wrong!” Stormfly stomped with anxiety. “Cleverpaws sick? Where? How flock help?” “Follow, follow, Follow!” Toothless roared back. He turned and scurried out of the hut. “Don’t worry girl, whatever it is, we’re here to help.” Once Astrid was seated, Stormfly was in hot pursuit of Toothless.

The other riders and their dragons were quick to emerge from their huts with the distressed calls of a Night Fury awaking them.

Fishlegs was the first to ask Astrid, “What happened? Where’s Hiccup?” “Not sure,” the warrior replied. “But Toothless is pretty agitated.” “Of course, Hiccup has to go missing during my beauty rest.” “Snotlout!” Astrid scolded the rider. “What? It takes a routine to look this good.”

Toothless galloped through the forest. His flock mates flew above, tracking him from the air. He hated being grounded but he hated the thought of Hiccup being in danger more. He panted hard, pushing his legs faster and faster, hopping from tree to tree. When Toothless saw the broken limbs on the top layer of the trees and the crash site before him, he dug his claws into the earth, skidding to a stop. Before him was a small abandoned den, likely home to a fox or wolf at some point.

Stormfly, Meatlug, Hookfang, Barf, and Belch all landed slightly behind as their riders dismounted. Astrid cautiously approached the Night Fury with her hand out. “What is it Toothless?” The dragon stepped forward, ignoring her outstretched palm. He bowed his head to his front paws. He gave a soft coo toward the abandoned den.

Nothing happened at first, but then there was movement from inside. A dark scaly head emerged with bright green eyes.

The riders drew their weapons, signaling the dragons to go on the defensive. Toothless growled and the dragons cocked their heads, questioning the order. Toothless called to the den again.

The animal slowly slunk out.

It was lean, black-scaled, with bat-like wings for arms. Its tail sported two black fins and its back was lined with sharp ridges. It stalked toward the group, though curiously its left hind leg was cut off just below the knee. Now that the creature was in the open, the group could see its head had a rather short muzzle with rounded ears and frills framing its face.

“Oh my gods.” Astrid breathed. “Is that a” “-Night Fury.” Snotlout began and Fishlegs answered. The creature pressed forward, jaw open and snarling at the riders. “Where Cleverpaws?” Stormfly asked as she stepped next to Toothless. “Here. Flock brother sick. Cleverpaws wrong.”

The new dragon charged at Snotlout and pounced. The Viking squealed and ducked. “Where’s the Night Fury trainer when you need him?” “That is no Night Fury my Snotman,” Tuffnut called. “I think we all know what that poor creature is. Or should I say who…” “Uh no!” Astrid replied from where she was fending off the creature with her axe. “But do enlighten us.”

Tuffnut took on a dramatic voice as he answered with a flourish. “Don’t you all remember that fateful night? When Gobber told us the tale of the Lycanwing.” “And you lost your mutton, convinced you were turning into a dragon?” Ruffnut interrupted. “Yes, exactly. That, my fellow riders,” Tuff gestured to the dragon currently writhing below Hookfang’s foot. “Is Hiccup Lycanwing Haddock the Third. Though, I don’t know where the third comes from.”

The Lycanwing slashed Hookfang’s leg and flew out from under him. It was about to charge at the riders again when the Night Fury lept in front. Toothless growled and the Lycanwing hissed but did not attack.

Astrid took another look at the creature, her eyes drifting to the hind leg. “Hiccup.” She whispered in disbelief. Then she steeled herself and ran around Toothless. “Hiccup stop!” She held her hand out, noticing his familiar green eyes. “You know us, whatever this is, whatever happened to you. We can help. You just need to trust us.” The Lycanwing stalled, staring into her blue eyes. “Please Hiccup.” The Lycanwing growled then took a deep breath.” “Astrid!” Snotlout warned as the dragon fired. She dropped to the ground when the other Viking leapt at the Lycanwing. He knocked it out cold with a hard bludgeon to the skull. Snotlout stood on shaky legs, “that’s not our Hiccup anymore.”

“Well, I’ll be honest. There’s nah much I know wha ta do.” Gobber remarked as he scratched his head. “Like I said before. No one’s ‘er seen a real Lycanwing.”

Astrid stood peering into a pen watching the Lycanwing’s movements with sad eyes.

The dragon restlessly pounced at every surface, marking the ground and bars full of scratch and scorch marks.

“But there has to be something we can do.” Fishlegs implored, holding the note Hiccup left. “There has to be some kind of cure.” “Aye lad,” Gobber nodded. “If we ‘ad pure Lycanwing venom it may be possible ta make one.” He looked at Haddock who merely snarled. “But tha may be difficult.” “Can’t we wait it out?” Tuffnut asked from his seat on a supply chest. “Yeah, the moon’s still out.” Ruffnut agreed next to him. “If you think I’m just gonna stand by while Hiccup is stuck like this, you’re dreaming.” Snotlout snapped at the twin. “No, he’s right,” Gobber stated. “The Lycanwing transforms by the light ‘o the full moon. He should be back to normal by sunrise.” “You said it’s a curse Gobber.” Astrid finally spoke up. “He won’t be normal without a cure.” “I’m sorry lass,” the blacksmith placed a hand on her shoulder. “I healed the bite best I could. Aside from keeping ‘em comfortable, we can’t do much.”

Toothless tuned out the human’s arguing. Gobber did his part taking the venom out of his brother’s system while the riders held him down. Hiccup didn’t seem to be in any more pain. Just tired, frustrated, overwhelmed, and probably hungry. Feelings Toothless could understand, even if his flockmate was being snappy about it. He’d wait until his brother was approachable, and then they would talk. That wouldn’t happen until the humans had left.

“I’ll take the first watch.” Astrid volunteered. They couldn’t leave the Lycanwing alone so the riders agreed to take different shifts watching him until sunrise.

While Gobber and the other riders trailed out, the Lycanwing already looked more relaxed. He still snarled whenever Astrid came close but seemed calm with Toothless’ company.

The Night Fury calmly approached the pen and laid his head at the bottom bar. “Brother calm?” He warbled. The other dragon raised his head, “angry, scared. Want to fly.” He growled back. Toothless gave a sad trill, “no-fly. Flock worried. Must stay in nest.”

Astrid watched as the two dragons cooed with one another. Stormfly waddled over and bowed her head, nuzzling her rider. “Hey, girl. I know you’re worried but everything will be okay.” She looked at the Lycanwing. “It has to.” Stormfly followed her rider’s gaze and saw her flockmates chatting. She took a step toward the pen and squawked “Join?” Clverpaws looked at her with slight worry. “Bring food?” Stormfly chirped and briskly flew out of the hangar. She returned moments later with a mouthful of fish. She dropped it in front of Toothless with a proud nod.

Astrid watched with bated breath as the Lycanwing inspected the dinner. He hadn’t eaten at all since they brought him back, despite the riders’ best efforts.

Toothless nudged a large tuna in front of his brother. “Eat.” “Cleverpaws must eat.” Stormfly agreed. Slowly the Lycanwing reached for the fish. “Gratitude.” He told the Nadder who preened at the praise.

“Cleverpaws not himself,” Stormfly remarked. Toothless rolled his eyes at the obvious. “Cleverpaws dragon, not human. Wrong.” Stormfly shook her head, “dragon soul, always a dragon.” She clicked her next statement at the Lycanwing. “Cleverpaws is scared of flockmates. Hiss at mate, why?” “Not flock!” Cleverpaws hissed. “Savage humans hurt hatchling. Loud, mean, nest unsafe.” “Calm brother. Safe with me. I protect.” Toothless purred. He understood what Hiccup meant. The riders, his nestmates, were so cruel when they were hatchlings. Back when Hiccup first befriended Toothless he would appear in the cove with wounds and downcast energy. Then they would go flying and Hiccup would forget his troubles. Deep down Toothless never forgave them and moved on. It seems his brother’s current state left him with raw emotions and memories.

Makes sense he pounced at Snotlout first.

The Lycanwing huffed and curled up on his spot in the pen. “Tired, anxious.” “Sleep brother.” Toothless turned to Astrid and pawed at the door. “I know you’re worried about him Toothless. We all are.” Toothless huffed and pawed more expectantly. The rider got the message and carefully opened the pen door.

Toothless wasted no time entering and wrapping himself around his smaller brother. “Sleep Cleverpaws. I protect.” The Lycanwing curled into the familiar side of the Night Fury. “Peace and love, brother.” “Peace and love.” Toothless folded his wings around the two of them like a blanket.

The remainder of the night was rather uneventful for the riders.

Astrid finished her shift with the two black dragons sound asleep. Fishlegs devoted his time once he relieved the warrior to rereading his notes. There must be some way to break the Lycanwing curse. The twins followed his watch and were surprisingly quiet. Aside from the stores they told Chicken and the dragons who listened in. Snotlout had the final watch and mostly paced all night. He blamed himself for the whole ordeal. First egging on Tuffnut, then this happened. Maybe if he kept his mouth shut for once, none of this would have happened.

Hiccup awoke with a pounding in his skull. It felt like he’d been trampled by a Thunderdrum. He blinked his eyes open only to be met with darkness. It was a familiar sight, being wrapped in his dragon’s wings after a particularly gruesome day of teasing from the other Vikings. Hiccup slowly sat up, gently pushing his wing blanket away so as to not wake his friend. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and stretched. Why was he so sore? When he regained focus he froze as he caught sight of his hands.

There were specks of black leading up the top of his arms. Scales. The tips of his fingers sprouted claws every time he flexed them. Looking down he saw his bare legs faded into dark dragon scales starting at his knee and ending at his foot. Along his chest were more black scales sprinkled along his skin favoring the right side. Hiccup scrambled to his feet in alarm only to fall. Where was his metal leg? Or his clothes for that matter? The rider ran his hands through his hair, almost expecting to find horns or spikes growing from his skull. Thankfully he felt nothing but dragging his hands down his face he felt scales lining his cheeks and down his nose.

Toothless was awoken by the sound of the distressed rider and yelped at Hiccup’s appearance. “Toothless? What is this?” Toothless churred as he approached his rider. “Cleverpaws sick. Stay in nest!” The Night Fury wrapped his body around Hiccup, pushing his muzzle into his chest. Hiccup reached out and clung to his friend. He thoughtlessly petted the scaley head, taking deep breaths as he attempted to calm himself.

A voice called out, drawing the pair’s attention.

“You’re awake!” Snotlout exclaimed. He sounded relieved but his face was full of shock and slight fear. “Guys, Hiccup is back to normal!” He called out as he left the hangar to gather the other riders.

Hiccup clung closer to Toothless. “Safe.” Hiccup repeated as a mantra. “Safe.” Toothless echoed back, curling his tail around his brother.

“Hiccup!” Astrid gasped as she saw the rider. “Hey, he’s back to normal.” Ruffnut celebrated. “If he was ever normal.” Tuffnut bluntly replied. “Let me take a look at him.” Gobber made his way through the chattering dragon riders. As the pen door swung open, Hiccup attempted to scramble back. Toothless was in front of him in a moment, snarling at Gobber.

“Aye watch it Toothless.” The blacksmith tried to shoo the dragon away. Toothless wouldn't have it and shoved him back with a paw swipe. “What's wrong with him?” Fishlegs worried. “He’s scared.” Astrid motioned to behind the snarling dragon. Hiccup was curled up with his hands pressing against his ears. He pushed himself into the pen and against the wall as hard as he could.

“Hiccup?” She gently called out. “Hiccup it’s us, your friends. We’re here to help.” Toothless blocked her vision, giving her a warning look. “Toothless.” She said in a stern voice. “Let me help.” The Night Fury held her gaze for a moment. “Please.” The dragon lifted one of his wings so she could get a clear view. The dragon riders gasped at his partial transformation.

 “Hiccup, it’s Astrid,” she called once more. The dragon rider looked at her with wide eyes. Astrid had to contain her surprise at his slitted pupils and scaled face. She held out her hand putting on her most calming expression. “It’s okay.”

Hiccup stared at her before blinking hard, like he was trying to clear blurry vision. “ Astrid?” The woman’s face changed to a slight grimace. “I can’t understand you Hiccup.” “Astrid? What happened?” His clicks sounded more desperate. “Hey dragon boy,” Snotlout called from the back of the room. “Speak Norse.” Hiccup watched him with the same expression, concentrating hard on his words. He rubbed his eyes once more. When he turned to Astrid he had his usual green. “What…what happened?”

Relief flooded all the young rider’s faces. “We were hoping you would know.” Astrid smiled. Gobber joined her after Toothless retreated to his rider’s side. He draped a blanket around Hiccup to cover him and hopefully help with the shock the viking was surely feeling. “What’s the last thing you remember lad?” the blacksmith asked.

Hiccup reached out to stroke Toothless’ snout. “I was flying with Toothless. I remember crashing and a lot of pain.” He lifted his free hand to where he remembered feeling hurt. His gaze drifted to where his hand lay on his shoulder. Looking down he saw a fresh bite mark. Instantly the fight came back to him. “Lycanwing.” He whispered. Slightly louder for the riders he repeated, “we found a Lycanwing. A real one.”

The dragon rider looked back at his hands. “It bit me after Toothless. I felt the venom and knew we had to get back to the Edge. The pain got worse the longer we flew. My armor started ripping, I scratched it off. I saw the scales. Felt everything. Heard everything. The edge…then forest…the den… pain….venom…fly…home.” Hiccup began to shake, descending into senseless clicking and chirping.

“Hey, hey stay with us Hiccup.” Astrid gripped his shoulders. “Focus.” Hiccup jerked away when she brushed his wound. He hissed in pain, barring sharp canines he didn’t realize he had. “Here,” Gobber offered an herbal blend. “For the pain.” The rider extended a hand to accept the drink. “We should dress tha wound when yer up for it.” Hiccup nodded, “I could use a shower and sleep for a week.” “Come on babe.” Astrid stood with her arm out. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Once the rider was feeling more himself he finally got the courage to examine his reflection. For a strange reason, it wasn’t so jarring to see himself with dragonish features. It wasn’t so different from the armor designs he’d begun to craft. The scales no longer itched and he had gotten a grasp on how his claws worked rather quickly. Other features he recognized from Toothless of other dragons.

After cleaning up, Gobber dressed his wound while Astrid gathered a new change of clothes. He passed out soon after for a short rest. It wasn’t until a wave of hunger overtook him he ventured out of his hut and to the clubhouse. He made a point to wear longer clothes to cover himself as much as possible. Now only his face gave him away.

Hiccup stepped through the entrance giving a shy wave to those inside. “Hey, hi everyone.” “Hey dragon boy.” Tuffnut waved only to be smacked by his sister. “Show some sympathy, man.” “How are you feeling?” Fishlegs asked. Hiccup paused, flexing his hand, the claws exposing and retracting with his movements. “Amazing actually. It’s like all my senses increased by a factor of five.” “Interesting.” The Ingerman replied, subtly writing in a journal. “Are you hungry?”Snotlout offered a large drumstick. The scent wafted across the room and Hiccup couldn’t help but turn his nose up. “I think something light would be better.” “We have some salmon if you want that.” Hiccup nods and follows his cousin.

When Snotlout retrieves the fish, Hiccup doesn’t think twice before he swipes the fillet and scarfs it down raw. Snotlout stares at him. “What?” “You just ate that raw.” “Did I?” “Yes!” Hiccup flushed, he didn’t even realize. “Sorry.” Snotlout just laughed. “And I thought you couldn’t get any weirder.” He filled a plate with more fillets and handed them to his cousin.

Hiccup thanked him and the two returned to the main room. Hiccup munched on his meal in the corner while Gobber spoke. “I’ve done all I could. So I’ll be headed back to Berk.” “Are you gonna tell my dad?” Hiccup questioned. “He is the chief Hiccup, and your father. He should know.” “Can’t you wait until we know more about what happened to me?” “Or at least until we’ve studied the Lycanwing Hiccup and Toothless found?” Fishlegs chimed in. “It’s dead.” Hiccup deadpanned. The room was silent.

“What happened?” Astrid questioned. “Toothless killed it after it bit me.” He put his plate to the side. “Don’t tell my dad Gobber, please. At least until I can get a handle on things.” Gobber sighed but nodded to the young man. “If that’s yer wish Hiccup. But you should tell Stoick soon.”

“I will.” Hiccup promised.

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The Thorston twins were backed against each other with their weapons raised. “Where’d that dragon go?” Ruffnut quivered. “Stay focused riders.” Astrid raised her axe. “We can’t risk being picked off one by-aaahhhh!” The warrior yelled as she was yanked into the dark forest by her leg. “Oh come on!” Snotlout exclaimed, “that was just asking for it.”

The riders ducked as anotheer attack came from the treeline. “I feel a serious disadvantage here.” Fishlegs hunkered behind his shield. “Combat’s really not my thing. A little help?” The rider turned around only to see an empty clearing. Well, almost empty. Fishlegs could slightly make out two eyes in the dark. He yelped and scrambled away but he was too slow. He felt the sharp talon press against his throat. “Aaand tag.” Hiccup told the Ingerman “you’re out.”

“Since when did training with you become so scary?” Fishlegs questioned as he took the rider’s outstretched hand. Hiccup just smirked and turned to the forest. “I told you guys we need to get better at detection.” the other Viking walked into view. “Especially when separated.”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t need the lecture.” Snotlout rolled his eyes. “Now can we get back home?” “Why? Tired from getting your ass handed to you?” Astrid quipped. “Shut up Astrid.”

“Alright gang, you’re free to head back.” Hiccup turned. “You’re not coming?” Astrid questions. The rider shot her an apologetic look. “I’m gonna stay up a little longer.” He gestured to the rising moon before sinking into the shadows. “Freaky” Snotlout shuddered. “You’re just scared because you tease him the most.” Tuffnut knocked his elbow against the other. “Yeah,” Ruffnut snickered. “He’s gonna sneak into your room and drag you by your feet.” “Then devour your soul!” The twins mocked.

“Knock it off,” Astrid snapped. “He may look different but he’s still our Hiccup.

The Lycanwing roared as the Nightmare slashed at him with a sharp talon. He rolled away and then pounced on the dragon. The Nightmare was pinned and started screeching “off off! Surrender!” The Lycanwing released the hatchling with a chuff. “Play well hatchling.” The nightmare cooed its thanks for a fun wrestle before scurrying back to his mother who was watching the fight closely. “Safe flight, dragon boy,” the mother nodded. “Safe flight,” the Lycanwing replied.

Ever since Hiccup got bitten by the Lycanwing, a whole new world of knowledge had opened up for him. While Toothless taught him simple language like “fly, food, safe,” and a few other simple phrases, hiccup couldn’t properly speak the more complex communications dragons had. But as a Lycanwing that wall crumbled.

Hiccup always had a strange connection to dragons. Maybe it was just his desire to learn or how he didn’t want to be a traditional Viking. Whatever the case, he befriended a Night Fury and could tame most wild dragons. With his insight as a Lycanwing now they see him as another species. Even Speed Stingers were more approachable now.

All the same, Hiccup could see the looks the other riders gave him. It’s been a few weeks since the ‘incident’ as the twins often allude to. The riders have found a new sense of normalcy but Hiccup is not stupid. He notices the details others often overlook.

Astrid never was one for physical affection. But the number of shoulder touches, hair ruffles, and cupped cheeks have greatly reduced. The twins hadn’t changed much but they frequently weave legends and stories about Lycanwings. All made up of course. Snotlout, loud boisterous annoying Snotlout, shrinks back when Hiccup glares at him for snide remarks. He didn’t used to do that. It was always brushed off or ignored. Like the rest, Fishlegs means well. But it was obvious he wanted to study Hiccup. Sometimes startling him or seeing if usual tactics like Dragon Nip would work on Hiccup.

They meant well. Hiccup knew it. They were his friends. They always were…

Right?

The next day Hiccup was working in his hut with the Dragon Eye. He’d set time aside to do more research on his…condition. Something caught his eye in the notes. “Feel like a trip bud?” Hiccup asked the Night Fury. Toothless looked up at him with an annoyed expression. “Alone?” “Yeah, that didn’t work out so well last time huh.” “Stormfly?” The dragon suggested. “I’ll see what they’re up to.”

“So why are we going to Changewing Island this time?” Astrid called over the wind. “We just got new supplies.” “It’s for research.” Hiccup replied from where he casually rested on Toothless’ back. He’d recreated the automatic tailfin and Toothless was getting used to flying on his own again. He still only went out with Hiccup, however. And even then, they swapped out for the manual every so often.

“Have you found a cure?” Astrid hopefully asked. Hiccup bit down the retort on the tip of his tongue and calmly replied “no, not that I’ve been looking for one.” The Night Fury trilled in agreement. “But I do have a working theory. “ Hiccup continued.

Changewing Island was within view and the riders began their approach. Once they landed Astrid faced Hiccup. “Now what?” “Now, we find a Changewing.” Thankfully the search was routine at this point. Not nearly as perilous as the first time they faced the dragons.

The two riders and their dragons waited by the stream until a Changewing came to drink. Astrid moved to approach the dragon but Hiccup signalled her otherwise. They were to follow it back to its nest at a distance. They tracked it to a flock of Changewings and a few nests. Hatchlings were scurrying about under the watchful eyes of their parents.

“Hiccup.” Astrid whispered, “what are we doing here?” Hiccup watched a group of hatchlings closely, they were testing their abilities. “Lycanwings aren’t their own species of dragon.” Hiccup whispered back, keeping his eyes on the flock. “They’re a sub-species determined by the last dragon infected. Like a Nadder, Terror, a Monstrous Nightmare like the one we found, or a Night Fury.” Hiccup shrugged the shoulder he was bitten on. “It’s a mutation based on blood.”

Hiccup pointed to where a Chagewing mother was teaching her offspring how to camouflage. “I’m wondering if my scales could be hidden.” “But wouldn’t you need some capacity for camouflage?” “Astrid nodded along to his logic. Hiccup smirked, “Night Furys can disappear, remember?”

Hiccup slunk closer to the practicing hatchlings. The adult Chagewing pushed one of the babies towards a rock face. It looked at it with an intense expression, a moment later the hatchling vanished and reappeared in front of the boulder. The process went on for each Hatchling.

The dragon rider left his hiding spot and approached the Changewing with open palms. The adult whirled around, pushing the hatchlings behind it with its prehensile tail. “Human” snarled. “Friend” Hiccup clicked back. The Changewing eyed him with a wary expression. It drew near and sniffed his palm. “Dragon? Human?” “Cleverpaws” Hiccup introduced himself with a toothy grin. “Phantom,” the other dragon replied.

“Why here?” Phantom questions. “Need help.” Hiccup responds. The Changewing stepped closer, sniffing the dragon boy. “How help?” Hiccup pointed to the hatchlings who were oblivious to their conversation. He pushed up a sleeve, displaying his black scales. “Can't hide.”

Phantom looked at him with an odd expression. “Broadwing,” it rumbled. “Know how to hide.” Hiccup shook his head. “No teacher.” The dragon looked between the hatchlings and the rider. “Not Changewing. Can't hide.” Hiccup chuckled to himself. “No, definitely not a Changewing.” Hiccup pointed to his face, black scales and small frills that added to his dragonish appearance. “Night Fury Lycanwing.” The other dragon didn't seem to understand fully. It made sense, seeing how rare the two were. But even so, the Changewing lowered its muzzle to Hiccup's head. “I teach if Cleverpaws can learn.”

Then something strange happened. The Changewing's eyes began to swirl in a mesmerizing way. Hiccup briefly recalled these dragons had some capacity for hypnosis, but to the extent Vikings didn't know. Hiccup stared into the spiraling pupils of the Changewing. He felt somewhere in the back of his mind, like a long-forgotten memory, or a sudden realization, what could only be described as a switch. A part of his brain flicked on and when the trance was broken the Changewing said “hidden now.”

Hiccup felt a tingle along his arm, like when your foot had fallen asleep. It spread along his right side and down his legs. The rider looked where his sleeve was pushed up. His black scales rippled into a lighter tone, then disappeared leaving only fair skin behind. Feeling his face those scales were gone too, and the fringes he developed morphed into brown hair.

The dragon boy smiled, “gratitude and praise.” He happily clicked. The Changewing purred and herded its hatchlings to the rest of the flock farther away.

Once more Hiccup looked at his arm. He concentrated and felt that new feeling in his mind. He watched as the black scales rippled back into view at his command. He willed them away just as easily. He did it a few more times, flexing his hand to extend and retract his claws.

Satisfied, he returned to where Astrid, Stormfly, and Toothless were waiting.

“Hiccup,” Astrid began, “you let that Changewing in your head.” Hiccup nodded “I can't explain it but somehow she knew what to do to unlock an ability.” Hiccup held up his arm, willing the scales out of view so he looked like the same dragon rider Astrid had grown to love. “It just clicked for me, and I knew how to do it.” “That's amazing!” She wrapped him in an Astrid-crushing hug. “It's a relief you’re back to normal.” “yeah.” Hiccup returned the hug, his smile slightly faded “normal.”

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Hiccup should be used to it by now, his plans getting uprooted by the chaos of his friends. Or in this case his-

“Brother!” Dagur loudly greeted the chief dragon rider when Hiccup opened the door to his hut. He stumbled back but it wasn't far enough to evade the bone-crushing hug from the Berserker. “Dagur” Hiccup nervously laughed. “What, ah, what are you doing here?” “What am I doing here?” Dagur repeated. “It's our anniversary! Where else would I be?” Hiccup blinked. “What are you talking about?” Dagur hugged the other by the side, animatedly waving his arm. “It's the anniversary of you bringing me and Heather together as siblings.” Dagur leaned close to Hiccup's eyes. “One year ago today you made us family. And we're here to take you on a little sibling camping trip to celebrate. Just the three of us!” Dagur leaned back and brought a hand to his chin. “And our dragons so I suppose technically that makes it six of us.”

Hiccup shoved Dagur out of his personal space. “Dagur, slow down. Are you saying Heather is here too?” “Uh yeah,” Dagur said, “she's down with your other riders at the dome catching up.” The Berserker wandered past the door frame to where Sleuther was patiently waiting. Dagur hops onto the saddle and guides the dragon away. “Come along brother, mustn't keep dearest sister waiting.” With that, he flew away.

Hiccup turns toward Toothless. “So I suppose following the deranged man is now top of the list.” Toothless chortled and nudged the rider. Hiccup scratched the dragon's chin before saddling him for the day and attaching the automatic tailfin. The two flew out of the hut and down to where the rest of the riders presumably were.

“So how long will you be gone?” Astrid asked her friend. “Just a few days,” Heather replied. “We're only planning to camp at Forest Island one night then fly back in the morning.” “Possibly enjoy hunting if the game is good.” Dagur chimed in as he and Sleuther landed. “Find Hiccup?” Heather smiled. “Little bro didn't look too excited to see me. Can't imagine why though.” Dagur pondered. “Maybe because you spent our childhood abusing me and then our teenage years trying to kill me.” Hiccup sarcastically replied with crossed arms when Toothless landed. “But it was all in good fun!” The elder pouted.

Astrid smirked at the two, “You actually want to spend time alone with these mutton heads?” Heather shrugged, “Family is family.” Hiccup slid off Toothless’ back and greeted Heather with a quick embrace. “How are you, Heather?” “I'm well, we both are.” The girl replied. “Berserker Island has truly become a home for me.” “That's good to hear.” Hiccup smiled. “What about you, anything new?” Hiccup ran his hand through his hair, a nervous tick that now doubled making sure his dragonish features were properly camouflaged. “Oh nothing major, just exploring the great beyond.” Dagur cut between the two riders. “Enough chit-chat, there'll be enough time for that at the campsite.” “Which I'm apparently going to.” Hiccup groaned.

Astrid placed a hand on his chest, “you'll be fine. And you're probably gonna have a great time.” “And you could use a vacation,” Fishlegs smiled. “But the Edge-” “-will be fine without you for a few days.” Hiccup began before Snotlout interrupted him. “Have fun with the fam.” Ruffnut wished. “But not too much fun,” Tuffnut smirked. “You gotta come back eventually.” Hiccup looked around at the crowd and then at Toothless. “Guess we're not getting out of this huh bud?” “Nope.” The Berserker siblings jinxed.

The three mounted their dragons and flew off in the direction of Forest Island.

Heather raised her hands on the back of Windshear, breathing in the crisp air. “This is pretty great huh?” She called back to her companions. “You said it Sis!” Dagur called back. “Nice to take a break from chief work. And I get to spend time with my favourite siblings.” The Berserker looked over at the Berkian. Hiccup sat comfortably on his new saddle. It was streamlined and made from a lighter leather with shed scales for camouflage. With the automatic tailfin, there was no need for stirrups or excess harness attachments. It was the most natural fight the Night Brothers had been on thus far.

The Berkian scribbled notes on his portable map as they flew over the open sea and spotted dragons far below. Dagur smiled, “Having fun Hiccup?” The rider glanced up. “Yes, Dagur. But I would have appreciated more notice.” “Not our fault you forgot,” Heather smirked. “In my defense when you met you tried to kill each other.” “Touche.”

As the flight stretched on the trio fell into comfortable silence. Hours later Hiccup stretched and leaned forward to Toothless’ ear. He clicked a question and received a nod in reply. Dagur’s jaw slightly dropped as he saw the rider stand on his saddle. Hiccup walked alongside the dragon’s back before leaning over and grabbing Toothless’ rear leg. His companion’s claw wrapped around his hand and Hiccup slipped off his back. Hiccup dangled from Toothless’ grasp for a moment before the dragon dived toward the sea. Hiccup extended his claws and held them under the waves, catching a handful of fish. Toothless beat his wings to rejoin the other two as Hiccup pulled himself back up. He retracted the claws before the Berserkers could see and walked back to Toothless’ head. He fed a few fish to the dragon before scaling a Tuna for himself.

When Hiccup sensed the two riders staring at him he looked up to see their alarmed faces. “Oh, did you want some?” The rider offered. Heater looked between Hiccup and Toothless. “How did you do that?” “Skill.” The rider smugly replied. “Did T’s tail fin grow back or something?” Dagur questioned. Hiccup shook his head and gestured to the automatic fin. “Blends in pretty well doesn’t it?” Heather held Windshear back a moment to observe the handy work. “That’s quite impressive Hiccup.” The rider smiled. “I designed it a few years ago but Toothless just started showing some interest.” “Why the sudden change?” Dagur added. Hiccup glanced around, thankful the island was in sight so he could dodge questions a little longer. “Oh look, there’s the island. Last one there is a pile of yack dung!” The Berserkers were quickly distracted by the chance for competition. They took off for Forest Island.

They landed with a few hours of daylight left and were quick to set up camp. They put out their bedrolls and made a space for the campfire. Heather was about to lay supplies for cooking rations when Dagur stopped her. “We’ve got time before sundown. How about hunting?” “We’ve got plenty of rations for the night.” Hiccup stated. “Come now brother, we’re here to celebrate aren’t we?” He batted his eyes. “What Vikings would we be if we didn’t feast with boar meat?” “I’m not a Viking,” he muttered under his breath. “Heather?” He looked at the young woman, hoping she’d be on his side. “A hunt can’t hurt.” The warrior smirked and raised her axe. “Fine,” Hiccup conceded and walked toward Toothless. “Let’s go, bud.” “The dragons can stay at the camp.” Dagur casually called over his shoulder as he and Heather began towards the woods. Sleuther and Winshear curled up at the center and lit the fire.

Heather glanced over her shoulder when no footsteps joined them. “Hiccup?” The rider stood firmly at the Night Fury’s side. “We stay together,” he fixed them with a hard glare. Dagur looked about to protest but the Night Fury matched his rider’s expression. “As long as he doesn’t take my kill,” Dagur whined. Toothless looked smug as he trotted ahead of the group. Hiccup followed with the Berserkers next to him. “You two are attached at the hip,” Heather remarked. Hiccup couldn’t help but chuckle. “We’re closer than you realize.”

Dagur stooped to run his hands along tracks in the dirt. “Oooh looks like there’s a herd of wild boars close by.” He giggled. Heather followed the path with her eyes, “I’d say about six.” “Seven,” Hiccup corrected. “Three pairs of mothers and piglets, with one Bull.” Dagur’s brow furrowed, “how can you possibly know that.” Hiccup flushed as he realized the other two didn’t have his heightened sense of smell. He quickly looked around and spotted hoofprints further ahead. “The tracks, some aren’t as deep because the offspring are lighter. One is farther apart, the Bull leader.” The Berserkers exchanged a look. Heather shrugged, “we should find a different group since there’s only one bull.”

The sun was beginning to set and the Vikings had to squint to see the tracks. But the rider’s vision only got better as night approached. “Get down.” Dagur pulled his siblings to kneel with him behind a fallen log. Ahead was a meadow with tall grass, and pink, blue, yellow, and purple flowers. A large buck was grazing on the clovers and smaller flowers. “Dinner time.” Dagur giggled as he raised his crossbow. “Let’s get closer.” Heather motioned to Hiccup. “In case it doesn’t go down with one arrow.” Hiccup nodded and drew his sword. Toothless moved to follow but the rider waved him back. “I can see Blue Oleander bud, you stay here.” “Don’t worry Mr. Night Fury.” Dagur smiled at the dragon. “I’ll make sure the big bad flowers can’t get you.” Toothless rolled his eyes but stayed next to the Berserker.

Heather and Hiccup pressed on. They slunk through the tall grass gradually gaining on the stag. The girl didn’t comment on how easily she noticed Hiccup creeping on the ground. When they were both in position Heather signaled her brother to take the shot. The chief loosed the arrow and it soared through the air, hitting the deer in its side. It reared and tried to take off but Heather was too fast. She leapt with her axe and forced the weapon down on the animal with a finishing blow. “Too slow Berkian.” The woman joked. But when she turned, her face paled. Hiccup scratched at his skin, standing in a patch of Blue Oliander. It must be mixing with his Lycanwing blood because his camouflage had faltered and his black scales were flaring up like a bad rash.

Hiccup took a few steps back away from the flowers and the sensation began to fade. He quickly willed the features away and glanced at Heather. “Heh, guess I’m allergic to something in the field.” He remarked. Heather opened her mouth to argue but Dagur came trotting up. “Nicely done sis!” He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook. “We’ll eat well tonight.” He approached the deer and took out his knife. “Come brother, help me skin it.” “Sure thing Dagur.” Hiccup quickly joined his side, if only to distance himself from Heather.

They made quick work of the carcass and dragged it back to the campsite with Toothless’ help. Heather helped her brother put the deer meat on a spit and began roasting it. Hiccup wrapped some fish and placed them on the warm coals to the side. Once everything was cooking nicely they sat back. Heather kept eyeing the chief rider throughout the prep. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and cried out while Hiccup and Dagur were in the middle of a conversation.

“Hiccup Haddock, you’ve been acting strange all day and I’m tired of you avoiding the topic.” The two men exchanged a confused glance. “Sis, what are you talking about?” Dagur cocked his head. Heather crossed her arms “You’ve seen it brother. The way he was interacting with Toothless on our flight? How good he was at tracking? The clicking he’s been doing all day?” Hiccup blushed and ran his hands through his hair. He didn’t realize he was doing it so often. “And when we were on our hunt,” the fire in her eyes slowly faded. “I saw something strange.” Dagur was at her side in an instant offering comfort. “What did you see?” Heather looked between her brother and Hiccup. “I saw scales.” She confessed. “Black scales peaking out from under his clothes.” “Oh, that?” The rider nervously chuckled. “It’s just armour.” Heather shook her head and looked at Dagur. “It wasn’t. It appeared and disappeared just as fast.” Dagur slowly looked at Hiccup, “You have been acting odd.” Then he smirked, “And that’s coming from me.”

Hiccup wrung his hands and stared at the fire. “Hiccup?” Heather prompted, “Is something wrong?” Toothless nuzzled his partner’s side. Hiccup’s hand went to stroke the scaly muzzle. “Something happened when we were looking for more Dragon Eye lenses.” Hiccup began. The two Berserkers exchanged looks and then sat down on the other side of the fire. “We travelled to Lycanwing Island and found a lens. But something didn’t sit right with me. The fact that there was a slide dedicated to this dragon made me doubt it was a myth. After all, the Dragon Riders have seen several Legendary Dragons.” Hiccup took a deep breath. “So Toothless and I went back to explore and we found one.” “Found what?” Dagur leaned closer. “A Lycanwing.”

“They’re real?” The Berserkers were shocked. “And you found one.” Hiccup laughed, “Not just that, we fought it.” He kept his eyes down but at this point, he finally met the Vikings’ gaze. “It bit me.” Dagur was uncomfortable with how serious the younger was acting. “A dragon bite is hardly something new” he nervously laughed. “It infected me with its venom.” Hiccup stated. “Is it making you sick?” Heather was now worried. Hiccup stood and began pacing.

“ I don’t think so.” Hiccup vented. “But the other riders have been treating me differently ever since. They want to either cure me or experiment with me. At most, they seem scared and at least they think it’s weird. I haven’t told my father because honestly? I’m scared of how he’ll react. He disowned me once for just knowing a dragon, I can’t imagine how he’ll feel about…this.” “You’re scaring me, bro.” Dagur grew serious too. “Just spit it out already.”

Hiccup’s head snapped up, almost like he forgot he was talking to someone. The crackle of the fire was the only thing to be heard for several long moments. Finally, Hiccup slipped off his shirt and willed his scales back into view. Half of his body was covered in black scales. Both his eyes had slitted pupils and his face was outlined by assorted frills with more mixed into his brown hair. “I’m a Lycanwing.” He held his free hand up and flexed. Sharp claws extruded from his fingertips.

Dagur stood and took a step forward. Hiccup took a step back as his frills flattened. “Can I see?” The Viking asked. It was a genuine emotion Hiccup had only seen on the Beserker’s face a few rare times. When he wanted to find Heather. When he needed to save Shattermaster. When he got closure about his father. He still wasn’t used to seeing Dagur as trusting. But he could tell, this was safe.

The dragon boy slowly held out his clawed hand. Dagur ran his fingers along the thick scales. It wasn’t armour, it felt just like a living dragon’s scales. He reached his hand up to jostle the other’s hair and feel his frills. Hiccup couldn’t help but sigh in contentment. Even Astrid hadn’t dared to run her hands through his hair much anymore. “You’re not sick?” Dagur asked again. Hiccup shook his head. “Ever since it happened I’ve been different, but it’s been amazing.” The dragon boy smiled. “My senses are better, I can do so many more things, I can understand dragons better and it’s opened up a whole new world of knowledge.” “Then I’m happy for you.” Dagur smiled.

Hiccup was taken aback. “What?” “Nothing’s changed,” Heather spoke up. “You’re still our friend, still our brother in arms.” “Still a kid who loves dragons.” Dagur laughed, “But don’t think I’ll call you dragon boy any less.” Hiccup laughed, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.” The Berserker scooped him up in a bone-crushing hug. “Brother!” Heather laughed and joined in.

It felt like a weight had been lifted. They laughed and talked while their roast finished. Hiccup happily displays his scales. After all, it took a lot of energy to keep them camouflaged all day. He’d much rather be able to keep his expressive features open.

The Dragon Riders stood on the flight deck at the Edge awaiting the trio’s return. Eventually, the rider came into view and flocked toward where the group waited. “Hiccup.” Snotlout gaped when the Night Fury landed. Hiccup flashed a happy grin his way, but all his cousin noticed were the sharp canines and piercing eyes. “Hey, gang!” He called. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much.” He slid off Toothless’ back and walked over to Astrid, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Uh Hiccup you got a little something,” she gestured to his cheeks. Hiccup touched his face and felt the black scales. His head frills, which were flared and happy, dipped slightly downcast. He ran his hand over his cheek like he was wiping away a mark or speck of dirt and willed his camouflage back. His eyes dimmed looking tired.

“You three have a good time?” Fishlegs questioned. “It was great.” Hiccup nodded. “Absolutely,” Dagger wrapped his arm around Hiccup in a loose headlock. “Learned a lot about my half -brother.” He joked. Hiccup rolled his eyes fondly and knocked him away, spurring on a short wrestling match. It had come up that his Lycanwing blood made wrestling that much more enjoyable. A fact Dagur was pleased to test the limits of Hiccup’d Dragon’s strength.

“We’ll have to do it again sometime.” Heather nodded and punched her brothers in the arm. “And Hiccup,” she smiled. “You’re always welcome on Berserker Island. Especially if you need a break.” Heather nodded toward the Dragon Riders. “I appreciate that.” The chief rider said.

Dagur and Heather said their other goodbyes before flying home. “So you told them?” Astrid questioned. Hiccup shrugged “It came up. Apparently, I’m also allergic to Blue Oleander. Took my camouflage ability away.” Fishlegs’ eyes widened, “oh? I wonder what other dragon foliage affects you!” He took out his notebook, scribbling notes.

Hiccup looked fondly off at the shrinking figures of Heather and Dagur. “Yeah. I’ll get right on that…”

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Hiccup nervously stood in front of the other riders in the clubhouse.

“So tomorrow is the full moon.” The chief rider stated plainly. “I don’t want a repeat of last time.” “But Hiccup,” Astrid calmly stated. “We’ve been through three full moons together. We all agree that keeping you inside for the night with Toothless is the best plan.” Hiccup sighed, “It isn’t. Not anymore at least. “Well, you wouldn’t change the plan unless you have a better one.” Snotlout huffed. “So let’s hear it, fearless leader.” Hiccup nodded and walked over to the map of the Edge hanging on the wall. He motioned to the area with the den where the riders found Hiccup for the first time.

“This area is secluded enough from the Edge no one would be in danger.” Hiccup explained. “There’s enough open area I won’t feel trapped. Toothless can fly on his own now so he can keep track of me or go for help if something happens.” The riders glanced at one another. “If we do this,” Fishlegs spoke up. “Shouldn’t one of us be camped closer?” Hiccup shook his head. “I’m still on the island. That’s close enough. I won’t risk any of you.” “We’re just worried about you,” Astrid stated. “Speak for yourself.” Tuffnut scoffed. “I’m worried about one T Nut. If you catch my meaning.” “Yeah, I’d like to not be mauled by a Lycanwing.” Ruffnut agreed. “Well, I’m not letting you out of that hut dragon boy,” Snotlout argued. “That’s way too reckless.” Hiccup crossed his arms.

The half-dragon leaned against the wall and sighed “I can’t take any more guys. Every full moon I stay inside and it makes me restless. I barely get any sleep and Toothless has to put up with my quote ‘hatchling behavior.’ I’m just asking for one night.” Hiccup implored. “One night to be free. To see the stars. To be with other dragons in a way I’m never able to. I want to explore and learn and feel alive." His friends looked at him skeptically. “Please just one night. Let me prove Toothless and I won’t cause any trouble.” He didn’t realize he was shaking. “Let me go tomorrow and I won’t ask again. You can keep me locked up next time but I don’t think I’ll last another night inside.”

“Hiccup,” Fishlegs breathed. “You’re not a prisoner. We wouldn’t keep you here.” “Fine.” Astrid abruptly stood. She stormed up to the chief rider and pointed a finger into his chest. “You want to spend a night as a wild dragon away from people who love and care about you then be my guest.” She stormed out. “She didn’t mean it.” Fishlegs placed a hand on Hiccup’s shoulder. “You know it’s hard on her when you’re like that. Just let her cool off.” “I know, but it’s hard for me too.”

The next night Hiccup and Toothless flew to the abandoned den. It was twilight now with the other riders remaining at the Edge. Hiccup dismounted and took a moment to look around.

Toothless nuzzled his side. “Brother sad?” He cooed. Hiccup sighed, “Just nervous I guess. I didn’t mean to upset Astrid yesterday.” “ Flock jealous.” Toothless huffed. “ Can’t speak to wingmates. ” Hiccup smiled and scratched the dragon’s cheek. “I couldn’t imagine not being able to understand you bud.”

The Night Fury held Hiccup close until the sun had finally set and the stars took their places. When the moon fully rose Hiccup was filled with a sense of calm. It was different from the first time he transformed when he only felt pain and fear. His scales multiplied, covering his whole body. His face shifted and his eyes grew larger like the Night Fury’s. His hair thickened so it was more fur than anything. His arms changed into wings while a tail grew from his spine. Hiccup had already taken off his metal leg so when his body grew he did not damage the prosthetic. He hobbled for a moment, remembering to use his arms rather than legs for movement. Finally, he gave a powerful roar as a cheer. He spun around and tackled his flockmate. “ Brother Toothless! ” The Night Fury licked his muzzle “ Brother Cleverpaws!”

Cleverpaws rolled off the Night Fury and pranced around. “Free!” He roared “The Hunt is good. The night is young.” Toothless bapped him with his front paw. “ No hunting." Cleverpaws growled. “Why not hunt?” “Friendly island." Toothless reminded him. “If there is no hunt, then what to do?” Cleverpaws pouted. “We fly!” Toothless warbled. The Lycanwing looked at his batlike wings. His arms were now proportionally bigger than the rest of him. “Never flown alone.” He cooed. “I teach my brother. I teach!” Toothless excitedly flapped his wings. When the Lycanwing didn’t share his enthusiasm, Toothless pushed against his side and under his wings in comfort.

The Night Fury bowed his head to let Hiccup onto his back. The Lycanwing was still small enough to fit comfortably on the Fury’s backside. He folded his wings under his chest so he wouldn’t interfere with Toothless’ flight.

Toothless carefully took off and flew to a cliffside he knew had a near-constant updraft. Hiccup slid off his back and crawled behind the dragon.

The Night Fury walked to the edge and stretched out his wings. “Join Me.” Cleverpaws stood next to Toothless and copied the dragon. His weight was thrown off a moment when the breeze came and filled his wings like a sail. Toothless leaned over the edge until the air took him. He hovered in place only a few feet from the ledge. “Scared?” Toothless laughed. “No,” Cleverpaws growled. “Just cautious.” Toothless gave a gummy laugh, teasing his brother. He and Hiccup had been flying together for nearly five years. He shouldn’t be scared, especially since this was how hatchlings learned to fly. But he wouldn’t tell Cleverpaws that.

The Lycanwing took a deep breath and leapt into the updraft. He was uneasy and wobbled at first but Toothless was there to balance him. After a moment Hiccup was comfortable enough to hover on his own.

Toothless laughed as the Lycanwing tossed and turned on the bed of air. Cleverpaws did a few flips and rolls as he quickly learned how to angle his wings to manipulate the air currents. The Night Fury tagged him with his tail before gliding down. The Lycanwing dropped after him, batting Toothless’ side with his hind leg.

Their game of tag lasted until Toothless pointed out they’d drifted far enough from the cliff. Cleverpaws followed his gaze and saw he was indeed out of the air currents.

Hiccup looked at his arms and saw he was holding his own weight. “I’m flying!” Cleverpaws squawked. He dove down to roll then back up to Toothless. The Night Fury licked his muzzle, “let's fly!”

The Lycanwing effortlessly flew into place beside Toothless. The dragon led them above the clouds into the night sky. Hiccup kept his eyes on his brother, never a doubt in his mind his wings wouldn’t keep up. The moon made him strong while the crisp air filled his wings.

Toothless flew over Hiccup and playfully tugged one of his frills. Hiccup bit back and the game of chase continued among the clouds. Then Toothless grew wise and used a plasma blast to disappear when he flew through it. “Cheater!” Cleverpaws roared. Hiccup got an idea, he dipped down into a sharp dive. The familiar sound of the rising speed of a Night Fury makes Hiccup smile. The Lycanwing fired a similar plasma blast and flew through. He could sense the difference immediately. His scales changed to reflect his surroundings. He couldn’t keep the illusion long. Cleverpaws sputtered and coughed on the excess smoke from the shift. Toothless reappeared next to him with a proud look. Cleverpaws shook himself and gave a smug expression, “What’s next?”

Astrid paced inside her hut.

The moon came up hours ago but she wasn’t sleeping. She didn’t see Hiccup off, something she regretted. But Astrid was still upset; this was one battle she couldn’t fight. One adventure she and Hiccup couldn’t have together. Or perhaps they could? Astrid paused her pacing as the new thought occurred. Before she could dwell on it, Astrid heard a familiar high-pitched sound.

Astrid rushed outside, fearing it was Toothless flying back for help. When she looked up she saw a Night Fury. It wasn’t Toothless. The Lycanwing dove down, shooting a plasma blast and flying into it before disappearing. Astrid continued to watch the skies.

When a few minutes had passed, the Viking saw two dragons pass in between clouds. Eventually, they emerged again circling each other. Astrid could make out who was who by the size and shape.

Toothless evened out upside down to look up at Hiccup gliding above. The Lycanwing dipped his head to touch the other’s. They carried on like that a few more feet until Hiccup flew upwards to make room for Toothless. They did a few laps simply looking down at Dragon’s edge. Occasionally they would come together. The Lycanwing would glide under the Night Fury’s wing. Or the Night Fury would fly directly under the Lycanwing, letting him lead. Or they would fly side by side with wing tips touching.

Astrid watched from below with an astonished expression. The way the two dragons flew together was like a complex dance. More steps than any flock Astrid had observed.

Eventually, they flew too far she couldn’t see. Astrid leaned against her hut and huffed. She wrestled with her mind on what to do. Finally, she made her decision and started down the walkway.

Cleverpaws had Toothless pinned where they fought outside the den. The flight they shared was amazing. Nothing like Hiccup had experienced, yet familiar in so many ways. Still, it was the Lycanwing’s first flight and his arms were tired. They agreed to call it a night and headed back to the den.

Hiccup snickered as Toothless fought to get him off but to no avail. He was probably letting him win but Cleverpaws didn’t care. Their wrestling was stopped when both heard the sound of footsteps approaching. They jumped to their feet with wings spread as a warning.

Astrid slowly emerged with her arms raised by her head. Toothless’ guard lowered but he glanced to see his brother’s reaction. The Lycanwing watched as the Viking approached. No confusion or venom was muddling his senses this time. Hiccup knew this was Astrid. His friend, partner, and now lover. But he still felt a dull fear from his dragon mind. A survival instinct to run or hide. But not hunt. Never hunt this Viking.

The girl drew closer when the Lycanwing made no move to attack. “Hiccup.” She began, “Can you understand me?” Hiccup nodded once, wary of the reason she was here but curious all the same. Astrid put her hands down, choosing to hug her harm instead. “Hiccup I…” she began but the words wouldn’t come. “Can I sit?” She gestured to the den entrance.

Cleverpaws glanced at his brother. “Safe?” Toothless nodded. “Astrid is your mate. She’s safe.” After a moment of reflection, he added. “Most of the time.” Hiccup slinked toward the Viking and sat in front of her. Astrid looked at Toothless who curled up in the den and put his Tailfin over his eyes. Far enough for privacy but close enough to be at Hiccup’s side at a moment’s notice.

Astrid kneeled in front of the Lycanwing. “Hiccup. We’re sorry, I’m sorry. For making you feel trapped. I never meant to disregard your feelings. It’s just that we’re in new territory. It’s hard for me to see you like this and not think of a wild dragon.” Astrid brushed her hair out of her face. “I saw you and Toothless earlier tonight. You looked so happy and always do whenever it comes to dragons. I think at times we try to separate. You know? That we’re-no. I’m trying to cure my old Hiccup instead of supporting your new life. For that, I’m sorry.”

The Lycanwing looked at her for a long moment before putting his claw in the dirt.

It was sloppy and crude like a child had done it. But Astrid could mostly make out characters in the dirt.

“You are scared because you do not understand.”

The Viking looked down in shame. Hiccup had said the same thing to her in the beginning. That she, Berk, and the Vikings are scared of dragons because they didn’t understand them. He was right. Hiccup is always right when it comes to dragons. It seemed Astrid had to keep relearning this lesson.

“I want to learn.” Astrid began. “I think I’m ready now. But I don’t know where to start.” Hiccup smiled and trotted over to the viking. He curled around her with his tail hugging Astrid’s waist and his head resting in her lap.

Astrid froze for a moment then laid her hand on the Lycanwing’s head. She ran her fingers through the thick fur and scratched behind his ears. The dragon purred and hugged her closer.

Nothing more happened that night but it was a start. When Hiccup awoke in his human form the next morning his head was still on Astrid’s lap with her hand in his hair. Thankfully Hiccup packed a blanket to cover himself along with his clothes so there was no awkward exchange. Astrid simply turned so he could retrieve his clothes and change.

When Hiccup returned he offered his hand to help Astrid up. As she took it she studied his face. His scales were prominent but what she noticed was the dark circles under his eyes were gone. The spark in his green eyes had returned and he looked, in a word, brighter than he’d been the past few days.

Astrid reached a hand to cup his cheek, but this time she chose to put her palm on the scales. Hiccup melted into the touch and lightly nuzzled her hand.

“I want to do better,” Astrid whispered. “Is there anything I can do?” Hiccup opened his eyes and looked at her. He raised one hand to cover hers and with the other held her waist. “It’s tiring,” he began. “To keep my features camouflaged all day just to look normal. I don’t want to hide this. I know it will take time, but I want to be my whole self around the riders.” He squeezed her hand. “Around you.” Astrid carded her free hand through his hair. He purred, Astrid will address that later, when she pet the frills mixed into Hiccup’s locks. “I’d like to get to know this side of you.”

Because it wasn’t a new side or a new Hiccup. This was the same dragon boy Astrid fell in love with. Just a little more literal on the dragon part this time.

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1. The Forge

It’s a beautiful day outside but Astrid hasn’t seen hide nor tail of Hiccup and Toothless. After searching the duo’s usual spots Astrid was about to give up. Then she saw smoke coming from the forge. She went over and saw Toothless sleeping soundly outside while Hiccup was hammering away at the anvil.

Astrid entered and sat by a wall out of the blacksmith's way. Hiccup gave her a quick wave before returning to work. Astrid couldn’t help but admire the man before her. She knew Hiccup long before he took up an apprenticeship with Gobber. Even when he worked at Berk’s forge she always thought him a runt. Too small to be lugging around heavy metals.

Now, he was well versed in the craft as he quickly drew up sketches, did complex maths in his head, and effortlessly put more materials into place to shape.

Hiccup wiped his brow and set his current project to the side to grab a drink of water. He had removed his tunic earlier, the forge too hot for wearing layers. Astrid’s eyes drifted from his face down to his strong chest. Without the shirt, she could see the thick scales that covered most of his side and travelled down his arms where they clustered together at his fingertips. It seemed as if his backside had developed one or two spines near his shoulder blades.

The smith resumed his work and Astrid watched as his muscles flexed to carry the raw ore. His skin looked darker too, she observed. Healthier, like he’d been enjoying the sun more. Astrid looked back up at Hiccup’s face before her eyes travelled further. She noticed his ears twitched every so often, as did the frills around them. They were so expressive when Hiccup’s face was a concentrating frown. His ear frills would pitch up when he solved an equation or a new problem. They would sink when a piece didn’t come out like he hoped and had to start over. They flattened whenever he concentrated especially hard. Astrid absently wondered what they would do if she touched them.

When Hiccup took another break Astrid walked up behind him. “What are you working on babe?” Hiccup took another swig from the water skin. “New dragon armour. The hunters keep producing more potent Dragonroot arrows and we need a way to defend ourselves.” 

Astrid hummed as Hiccup went through the design modifications. She didn’t understand some of the more complex jargon but it was cute to see Hiccup so animated. “I figure if we use plates on the most exposed areas then…” he trailed off as Astrid ran her hand along his back and over his spines. Astrid noticed the pause and smirked. She repeated the same motions a bit before running her hands along his arms. She used her nails to scratch in between the black scales, similar to when she was with Stormfly.

Hiccup closed his eyes, enjoying the soft physical affection Astrid seldom showed. The Viking ran her hands up to the base of Hiccup’s neck. She buried one hand into his soft hair and with the other grazed along his frills. Hiccup softly purred. Astrid smiled but didn’t call him out. Then Astrid scratched along his chin, an idea forming. Sure it was a little underhanded, but Astrid was curious and Hiccup was making no moves to stop her. Astrid came to a spot just under his ear and against his jaw. A dragon’s pressure point. She pushed down on the spot with her fingertips. Hiccup’s legs buckled as a satisfied purr rumbled through his throat. Astrid moved to catch him but the rider had already grabbed onto the table and was panting heavily. Hiccup shot her a wild look and his hand shot up to feel where Astrid’s just was.

“Did you just?” He asked incredulously. “I’m so sorry,” Astrid apologized. “I didn’t think it would affect you so mu- mph .” She was cut off with a rough kiss. When they broke apart Hiccup had trapped Astrid between his arms. His claws clenched the table so hard he left marks. “Don’t,” he said in a voice deeper than Astrid had heard. “Don’t stop,” Astrid smirked and placed her hands on his scaly chest. “If you insist.”

2. Melody Island

“I hate it when we come here.” Snotlout protested from the back of Hookfang. “Why didn’t the whole group come?” “Because Snotlout,” Hiccup explained from the back of Toothless. “More people means there are more targets and Monstrous Nightmare gell is the best way to harvest amber. It makes sense the two of us would go.” Hiccup tossed his cousin a challenging look. “Unless you don’t think you can handle it?” Snotlout rolled his eyes but smirked back. “The Snotman is ready for anything Dragon Boy.”

“I wasn’t ready for this! I wasn’t ready for this!” Snotlout screamed as Hiccup chased him with his flaming sword. Snotlout ducked into a dead log and held his breath. “Why me Thor? Why me?”

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When Hiccup and Snotlout landed on Melody Island their mission was simple. Every few weeks or so the Dragon Riders venture out to the surrounding islands to restock raw materials. Each had a usual harvest list such as the twins who were gathering Changewing acid and shed skins. Fishlegs and Astrid were gathering herbs and restocking the woodpile and fish basin.

The rider’s allies would aid every few months as well. Mala would send Defenders of the Wing to do physicals on both the Edge and Berk’s dragons. Dagur and Heather come around for repairs to the Edge or the rider’s weapons cache. Even the Wing Maidens were open to trade via a third-party island. It was good to have allies in so many places. Stoick would be proud.

Presently, however, Snotlout and Hiccup were tasked with gathering more raw Amber from Melody Island. The only problem though was the Deathsong and the effect it had on Hiccup.

Snotlout had put in Hookfang’s earplugs as Hiccup did the same for Toothless. This was so the Deathsong wouldn’t be able to lure them in like the first time. The riders didn’t bring any for themselves because aside from the loudness, humans were unaffected. But when the riders made it to the feeding grounds, Hiccup was hit with a sudden splitting headache. Snotlout was about to rush to his side when a roar rumbled through the valley.

The Deathsong flew overhead and landed on a perch. Its sails rippled as its eyes locked on Snotlout. “Intruder.” It growled and tilted its head in HIccup's direction. “Hiccup?” Snotlout called. The Lycanwing looked up and snarled. “Odin’s beard!” Snotlout screamed before dashing away.

“I wasn’t ready for this! I wasn’t ready for this!” Snotlout ran like his life depended on it. He hoped it didn’t. He made it back to where the dragons were waiting. “Hookfang!” Snotlout called the beast over. Hopefully, he could craft another pair of earplugs for the Lycanwing.

Hiccup tracked the intruder’s footprints. There was only one word repeating through his mind from the Deathsong. “Hunt.” Eventually, he found the Viking hiding inside a rotten log. Just as he was about to pounce, the Viking rolled out and shoved him down by the legs. “Gotcha!” Snotlout exclaimed as he pinned his cousin. He placed the earplugs while holding Hiccup down until he stopped thrashing.

Hiccup blinked up at the rider. “Snotlout?” He scrambled away. “Oh, Thor. I’m so sorry. I didn’t-” Hiccup couldn’t finish his apology because he was cut off by a hug. It didn’t last long before Snotlout punched him in the arm. “You scared the yak dung out of me.” Both riders stood, “what is your deal man?” Snotlout accused. “You don’t hunt the other riders like some feral animal.”

Hiccup snapped back “Probably because when all my common sense is taken away I’m left with the fear you’re going to kill me.” Snotlout scoffed, “I’d never try to kill you.” “You never stopped until you were afraid of me!” Snotlout was taken aback. “What are you talking about?”

Hiccup sighed and took a deep breath. “You were the worst Snotlout. You’ve bullied me since we were five. You were the ringleader, always telling me I was worthless and beating me. You only stopped after the Red Death. Even then, you constantly picked fights and questioned my decisions.” Hiccup threaded his hands through his hair. “Then when the ‘Lycanwing incident’ happened you’ve been distant. You rarely argue anymore and half the time you look scared of me. Sometimes even terrified.”

Snotlout remained silent for a moment gathering his thoughts. Then he sat on the log and patted the spot beside him. Hiccup sat but at a respectable distance.

“You’re right.” Snotlout finally said. “I’ve been avoiding you because I’m scared. I thought you wouldn’t forgive me for the past so I was scared whenever you’d go full Lycanwing. Or if you were mad enough that you might hurt me. Like I hurt you, or worse.”

Hiccup listened to the confession with a blank face. “You never tried to apologize.” He stated. “It may sound petty, but you’ve barely made up for the bullying on Berk.” Hiccup gave an empty laugh. “You know…Toothless still has a grudge against you.” “What?” Snotlout gaped. Hiccup nodded then went on to explain. “Sometimes I’d go to the cove after a bad day. We wouldn’t train or go flying. I’d just cry to him about how terrible Berk became for me ever since I started dragon training with the others. I even thought about flying away together. But he’d always convince me to stay with ‘my flock.’” Hiccup turned to face Snotlout. “He memorized your scent from all the injuries you gave me.”

“I’m so sorry Hiccup.” Snotlout sniffed. “I’ll apologize to Toothless later. But I’m sorry for being so terrible to you all these years. I won’t excuse it or say my reasons are valid. I’m sorry Hiccup Haddock. For the abuse, for the fights, for my words and actions, for all of it. I hope one day you can forgive me.”

Hiccup gave his cousin a soft smile. “It's a start. Thank you Snotlout.”

3. Translation 101

“Ugh, I don’t know what you want.” Ruffnut groaned when Barf stole the brush for the fifth time. All she wanted to do was clean their dragon but the Zippleback was making it difficult for no reason. Barf nudged her hard causing Ruffnut to stumble back. “I don’t understand Barf. Help me out here.”

“The bristles are too worn,” Hiccup called over his shoulder while he was cleaning one of the pens. Tuffnut eyed the brush and her dragon. “Huh?” Hiccup wandered over and took the tool, handing her a new one. “He said the brush was too coarse and wanted a new one.”

Ruffnut raised the brush to the Zippleback’s scales. Sure enough, he let her scrub away the dirt and grime without further issue. “Woah. You can understand them.” Ruffnut breathed. Hiccup smiled, “It’s not too difficult. Dragons have a complex language but all stem from emotions or phrases that are common between species.” Ruffnut prodded the ground with her boot. “I wish I could do that.” “Talk to dragons?” Hiccup sounded surprised. “Yeah, it seems cool,” Ruff nodded. “I could teach you,” the chief rider offered. Ruffnut practically jumped on him. “Yes!”

That was how Hiccup found himself teaching the draconic alphabet he had crafted along with Toothless. It was still in the beginning stages, but the two had mostly figured out how to transcribe Norse characters to specific talon print markings.

“For example ‘A’ in Norse would be a single talon print with the claws facing up. ‘B’ would be one print with the claws left. ‘C’ is one print with claws down, and ‘D’ is a single talon print with the claws to the right.” Hiccup explained while he pointed to some of the characters he drew for Ruffnutt on parchment. “There’s also a series of calls for different emotions or ideas.” “What kind of ideas?” Ruffnut asked. Hiccup was pleased to see her desire to learn. Usually, the twins were content to do the bare minimum and improving their knowledge was at the bottom of the list. But the concept of talking to Barf and Belch seemed appealing enough Ruffnut was trying her hardest to absorb the information.

“Well food, shelter, fly, and sleep, are the most common ideas hatchlings learn first.” Hiccup answered her question. He then taught her how to click her tongue to imitate the dragonish sounds. The way Hiccup used to speak before he developed the correct vocal cords.

“Can you say my name in dragon?” Ruffnut then followed up with “Do Barf and Belch have other names?” Hiccup realized he didn’t know the answer so he got an idea. “Why don’t you ask them?” Hiccup motioned for the Zippleback to join them. “Introduce yourself,” the rider prompted the twin. Ruffnut nervously looked at her scaley companions. She cleared her throat and clicked out a shaky “Greet and love.” Ruffnut gazed at Hiccup. He gave her a wide grin and an encouraging thumbs up. “Uhhh, I’m Ruffnut. Dragon name? ” “Barf,” her dragon head said, “ Belch” her brother’s head said.

Ruffnut turned back to the chief rider. “What did they say?” Hiccup had a fond look on his face as he replied, “They said their names are Barf and Belch.” He put a hand on Ruff’s shoulder. “Whoever they were as hatchlings they see themselves as you and Tuff’s flockmates and use the names given to them.” Hiccup looked up at the Zippleback. “Flockmate name?” He gestured to the Viking beside him. “Twin of Thorn.” “Barf says they call you ‘Twin of Thorn.’” Hiccup translated for the woman. “Since you asked.” “That’s pretty badass actually.” Ruffnut laughed. “Does Toothless call you anything?” Hiccup lightly blushed. “The um, the flock all call me, they call me ‘Cleverpaws.’” He holds up his hands, “because I’m always inventing.” Ruffnut laid her hand on Hiccup and took a deep breath, “that is the most adorable thing I have heard all day.”

4. The Journal

He knew he meant well. Well and truly no harm was intended. By all accounts, Fishlegs was the most peaceful, kind, patient, and knowledgeable Viking Hiccup knew. He saw all dragons as creatures to be respected and protected. He enjoyed the simple things in life and didn’t have a shred of toxic masculinity. That Thor Bonecrusher episode doesn’t count. Hiccup even saw the Ingerman making flower crowns for Gronckles on numerous occasions in his rock garden. Also, the guy has a rock garden.

So no, Hiccup didn’t hold Fishlegs’ actions against him. But one can only be surprised, poked, prodded, and tested so many times before they lose their patience.

Hiccup would simply be minding his own business, taking a walk on the Edge, when Fishlegs would literally jump in front of him holding a mace. Hiccup on instinct would stumble back and extend his claws with a snarl. Fishlegs would then mutter a ‘fascinating’ under his breath, start to scribble in his notebook, and walk away like nothing happened.

Other times Hiccup would be playing with Toothless in a field or another spot on the island. Occasionally he could feel eyes watching his every move. When he couldn’t shake the feeling anymore he and Toothless flew off to a different location. He would spot Fishlegs hiding nearby and roll his eyes. Toothless would tell him to do something about it but the Lycanwing would just shrug it off.

There were also situations where Hiccup would get cornered while working on a project. It didn’t matter if he was in the forge, the clubhouse, or simply making dinner. Fishlegs would waddle into the space with the notebook in hand and start pestering Hiccup with questions. He’d answer a few so when more personal questions came up he could politely decline.

“So do your frills only reflect emotions? Or can you control them independently?” Hiccup answered this one by fixing him with a flat look and flopping his ear frills around. Fishlegs would nod and scribble down notes. “What about appetite, do you get cravings for dragon food?” “Dragons eat similar things humans do. But sometimes raw fish does taste better.” “I see.” Fishlegs nodded. “And what about for the full moon? Do you still retain human thoughts?” “I think that’s enough for today's Fishlegs.” Hiccup sighs. The Viking looks disheartened for a moment but nods and closes his notebook.

“Hey Fishlegs, would you want to head to Dragon Island with me to…” Hiccup trails off. It seems his friend is no longer interested in their old fascinations.

It happens on an off day. Hiccup had been trying to settle a territory dispute with squabbling dragons for hours. He was tired, hungry, and had a slight tension headache. All he wanted to do was prepare a quick meal and then hunker down in his hut with a book. That was when Fishlegs decided to bother him. Instead of reading the room, Fishlegs opened with “I was thinking of sampling some of the Lycanwing scales and comparing them to the Night Fury's.” Hiccup’s eye twitched, “Not now Fishlegs.” The Ingerman either didn’t sense his irritation or ignored it. “Also you’ve expressed abilities similar to other dragons so I’m curious how many traits you share.” “Not now Fishlegs.” Hiccup restated with more bite.

“Speaking of which, have you noticed other habits changing to a dragon’s? For example; do you and Astrid-” “-Fishlegs!” Hiccup shouted, silencing the Ingerman. “I’m not in the mood to be your experiment.” The chief rider halted, realizing what had slipped. “No, I, sorry Fishlegs. That didn’t come out right. I’ve had a long day and I need some space to eat and relax.” Hiccup left without another word.

Later Fishlegs finds him and nervously approaches. Hiccup immediately notices his journal isn’t on him. “I wanted to apologize, Hiccup.” The rider begins. “I took some time to put my research into perspective. I can make you feel cornered right? Like you're some sort of, I don’t know, a test?” Hiccup averts his eyes but gives a slight nod. Fishlegs rubs his hands together. “I’m sorry for that. I didn’t think I could come off so demeaning.” “It’s like being a caged animal.” Hiccup whispers. “I just want as much knowledge as I can.” Fishlegs continued. “And while I respect nature, I suppose I still see it as free to explore. Some things deserved to be left alone, despite the knowledge it could bring.”

Hiccup meets the Viking’s eyes. “I know you want to learn, Fishlegs. But I don’t want to be subjected to surprise experiments.” “Alright.” Fishlegs seriously states. “What can I do better?” Hiccup does a double take. He was hoping for an apology, but he didn’t expect his friends to change their behaviour. “Well for starters, don’t surprise me anymore. And I’d like to have the ability to approach you instead of invading my space.” Fishlegs nods, “Is there a compromise we can make? I won’t lie Hiccup, we have the chance to bridge the human and dragon worlds. I want to explore that. But not at your expense.” Hiccup brightens, “I want to learn too. I’m sure there’s a way we can work together like we usually do.” Fishlegs thinks a moment. “You could keep the notebook?” He asks. Hiccup cocks his head. “I’ve written down all my findings about your Lycanwing transformation. I could give it to you and you could record your thoughts and experiences.” The rider considers this. “I’d like to keep a journal.” Hiccup confesses. “But I want it to be private and only share with you passages I’m comfortable with.”

Fishlegs holds out his hand. “Deal.”

5.  Star Gazing

Hiccup finds himself seated on the cliffside leaning against Toothless. It’s a new moon tonight so the only thing shining are stars. His wing brother isn’t the only one Hiccup has for the company. Tuffnut sits a few feet away with Chicken on his lap sleeping peacefully. It’s surprisingly quiet considering his company. However, Hiccup realises he must overcome his unconscious bias if he wants his friends to do so. The twins are remarkably talented and smart in their own ways. They think outside the box with confidence in their abilities and know their weaknesses.

Currently Tuff doesn’t speak because he awaits Hiccup’s cue.

“It’s odd isn’t it?” The rider finally breaks the comfortable silence. “I know right, how does Chicken sleep so gracefully?” Tuffnut replies. Hiccup chuckles, “You know what else is odd?” “Lay it on me chief.” Thorsten looks up. “You and Gobber were so convinced Lycanwings were real. But none of us believed you.” “To be fair, I was one incredible actor. I just needed a broader cast.” Tuffnut theatrically waved his arms.

“Some of it was the same.” Hiccup went on. “Really?” Tuffnut raised a brow. “You may have been over dramatic but I could feel the change. Regrettably, the group found me when I was driven to hunt.” Tuffnut nods, recalling some of the behaviour he had during his false transformation.

“What does it feel like?” “To be half-dragon?” “To fly.”

Hiccup broke into a toothy grin. “Freedom.”

Tuffnut looked at him with a face full of admiration. “Astrid told us what you did the first night you decided to leave. I’m glad we’ve changed things for the better.” “Me too.” Hiccup agreed. “Being able to forget about responsibilities, even for one night, is wonderful. To just be in the wilds, flying with Toothless as a dragon, not a rider, there’s nothing in the world to compare.”

Hiccup breathed in a breath of cool night air. As he did so, Tuffnut noticed the stars reflecting off the dragon boy’s eyes. “Hiccup,” he began. “I want to speak for all the riders, but I honestly don’t know if I can.” Hiccup sat up, giving the seriousness in Tuffnut’s voice the attention it deserved. “Some of us have noticed how different you seem when you express your Lycanwing side. Happier, healthier, just better.” Tuffnut sighs and looks down to pet Chicken some more. “What I’m trying to say is, don’t hide around us. Don’t use your camouflage on the Edge. We’re a team and you can trust us.” Tuff looked back at his future chief. “At the very least, trust the Nuts. Me and Ruff don’t want you to hide any part of you just to make us comfortable. And we’ve agreed to stop the stories. You, Hiccup Lycanwing Haddock, are our friend and we’ll support you.”

Hiccup blinked his eyes hard to clear the tears. “You have no idea what that means to me, Ruff. Thank you.”

+1 How To Train Your Dragon

Hiccup has been in good spirits for weeks. The Hunters hadn’t planned any attacks with the Rider’s allies growing. The Terror migration was on schedule with no complications. Both the Edge and Berk were secure. Hiccup no longer hid his scales around the other riders. Every day he was making progress with each to set new boundaries and be comfortable with the Lycanwing’s more dragonish habits.

Tonight was another full moon and the first one where the riders would join Hiccup and Toothless.

Unfortunately, no one had told the chief this was the one day he couldn’t come to visit the Edge. Skullcrusher landed at the hanger a little before sunset. The other riders were already saddled up and ready to depart when Stoick the Vast appeared.

“Dragon Riders.” The Chief of Berk greeted warmly. He took note of their sleeping bags and ration packs. “Did I catch you on your way off?” “Yes Chief,” Astrid nodded. “We were about to depart. Is something wrong?” Stoick held up his hand, “No, nothing Lass. Just thought I’d drop by and visit my son.” He glances around and notes the lack of Night Fury. “Just where is my boy?” “Uhhh,” Astrid tried to think of something, but she was never good at lying to Stoick’s face. “He went ahead to secure the campsite.” Fishlegs jumped in. “I see.” The chief nodded, “then let’s be off. I’m sure I can help whatever mission you riders will be on.”

The group shared a collected terrified expression. “Well?” Stoick raised a brow. Hookfang walked beside Stormfly. Snotlout leaned over and whispered to Astrid, “he absolutely cannot come with us.” “I know,” Astrid whispered back. “But Hiccup needs to get rid of his dad. If we stall, that's less time for Hiccup to have a heads-up. He’s already waiting.” Snotlout groaned but saw the logic in her words.

“Right this way Chief.” Snotlout declared as Hookfang leapt off the ledge and flew away. The riders quickly joined formation with Stoick bringing up the rear.

Hiccup paled as he saw an extra dragon descend on the campsite. He quickly willed his scales and all features out of view as he identified Skullcrusher. Thankfully they agreed to set up camp some distance away from the den where Toothless was waiting. Unfortunately, Hiccup without a Night Fury would make his father suspicious. He called for his wingbrother who rushed to his side just in time to see the group land.

“Hiccup!” Stoick dismounted and held his arms wide. “Dad!” Hiccup tried to mask his terror as best he could. While his father scooped him up in a bone-crushing hug, Hiccup glared daggers into Astrid. Almost as if to say “what in Thor’s name is he doing here?” When he was placed down he instead said, “Dad what brings you to the Edge?”

Stoick gave a hearty laugh, “what? Can’t a father just want to come visit his son?” “Well yes,” Hiccup glanced at the rapidly setting sun. “But usually you send a Terror.” Stoick stroked his beard in thought. “Well truthfully, Gobber forced me to take a Vacation.” “Driving everyone crazy again aye Chief?” Tuffnut jokes. Stoick shoots a glare at the teenager. “I conceded from taking the week off to leaving for a day to spend with my son.” “Oh, so you’re staying the night?” Snotlout remarked with fake cheer. “How wonderful.” “Yeah, that’s so great.” Hiccup nervously chuckled.

Stoick eyed the group. “Alright out with it. I get the feeling you’re not wanting me here.” “Oh it’s not that,” Hiccup tried to placate his father. “It’s just we had, uh, plans tonight. We didn’t account for, er, an extra person, or have enough, uh, preparations made.” The chief rider fumbled. “Exactly.” Astrid clapped her hands together, “Why don’t you and Toothless go gather more supplies for the Chief?” “Great idea Astrid.” Hiccup almost collapsed on the spot with the relief flooding through him. “You get my dad settled and we’ll be back soon.”

With that, the rider hopped on Toothless and sped off into the forest. The riders cluelessly turned to Astrid for instructions. She motioned for them to make camp according to plan. As they did so Astrid turned to Stoick. “Help me with the fire?” “Of course Lass,” Stoick smiled at the young woman.

As minutes turned into hours, Stoick began to worry. “Where’s that boy gone off to now?” “Oh you know him,” Astrid waved him off. “Hiccup can get distracted whenever he sees a new dragon.” As if on cue, Stoick saw the Night Fury soar over the treetops then land a few feet away. He also noticed his son did not accompany him. Before he could make note of it another dragon crawled up alongside him. “By Thor,” Stoick breathed. It resembled Toothless so much, but the chief couldn't believe his eyes. There couldn't possibly be another Night Fury on this Island without Hiccup telling him about it.

Stoick rose as did the other riders when the dragons approached. The smaller one held something in its mouth. It crept over, with a mild limp, and deposited the object at Astrid's feet. Then something astonishing happened before Stoick. It took a single wing talon and scratched in the dirt before Astrid. 

‘Tell him.’

Astrid looked between Hiccup, the dragon eye, and the chief. “You sure?” She asked. Cleverpaws gave a single nod then sat between Astrid and Snotlout with Toothless at his back. He looked at the chief with hard unblinking eyes.

“Chief,” Astrid began. “Have you ever heard of a Lycanwing?” Stoick looked between the two black dragons and the woman. “Aye, Gobber would tell the legend to wee ones as a ghost story.” “Well, there's a new legend.”

So Astrid told the chief everything. Beginning with the original legend that Gobber regaled, which spooked Tuffnut. How it led them to the island with the statue. That Hiccup went back to explore further and got bit. Toothless lit the Dragon Eye to show the lens with the Lycanwing. Fishlegs joined in and shared what Hiccup had approved of them learning together. They told the chief everything that had happened ever since the bite.

As the night went on the shadows grew and the chief became more stoic. He looked at the Lycanwing with suspicion. The more he heard the less he believed. But eight eyewitnesses were hard to turn a blind eye to. There's also the fact Hiccup was nowhere in sight but Toothless stuck close to the smaller dragon.

When the story was done and everything had been said Stoick rose. He didn't say a word as he calmly walked to the Rumblehorn and mounted him. Before Skullcrusher could take off Cleverpaws called out. “Stay till morning.” Skullcrusher roared back they would and took off at the chief's command.

Hiccup, who had managed to remain strong with his secret spilled, collapsed with his head in his wings. Toothless was at his side in no time. Licking him and offering reassurances. The other dragons joined in, squawking and cooing their love and support for the youngest flockmate. Hiccup trembled as thoughts raced through his mind. “It'll be okay, Hiccup.” Astrid reached her hand out. “We'll figure it out. As a team.” The Lycanwing raised his head and pushed into her palm. Astrid petted the dragon's muzzle and scratched behind his frills.

The rest of the evening actually turned out rather well with Stoick's absence. Ruffnut provided the group with a copy of the draconic alphabet so they could communicate with their scaly companions rather easily. Hiccup roasted treats for everyone and was perfectly content to lay in the company of his friends. Some were still a little wary to be interacting like this so closely. But by the end of the night, it was like any other camping trip.

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When morning came the riders returned to the edge where Stoick was waiting at the hanger.

Instead of greeting them or reprimanding them for deception, he simply asked “Is it true?” Stoick looked at his son. Hiccup approached his father with the riders behind him. “Yes.” He had returned looking like his old self to convince Stoick. Now he dropped the façade and revealed his black scales and reptilian eyes.

Stoick clenched his fists. “You're coming back to Berk with me, and Gothi is going to find you a cure.” Hiccup's father commanded. Stoick didn't get more than two steps before he heard a sharp “no” from Hiccup.

“What did you say?” Stoick asked his son. “I said no.” Hiccup repeated and crossed his arms. “I don't need a cure, and I'm not going back to Berk with you.” “You will Hiccup and that's the end of it.” Stoick raised his voice. “No Dad, just hear me out alright?” Hiccup tried to reason. “This is not a discussion, Hiccup. I'm telling you as your father and as your chief we're finding a cure for this curse.” “While you’re at the Edge you are the chief of Berk, not our chief!” Hiccup rebuked. Stoick didn't back down. “Look at what it's doing to you son!” He gestured to Hiccup's features. As they had been arguing the boy's talons had shown themselves as his teeth grew sharper. His usually rounded pupils were slits and his frills were flat against his head. “Yes, Dad, look at me! I’m happy. I’m wanted.” Hiccup went on.“Stop this nonsense, you are wanted back on Berk as you were-” “-For once in your life would you please just listen to me before disowning me!” Stoick stumbled back as if he had been struck. Never had Hiccup ever mentioned or referenced that fight in the Hall so many years ago. Stoick was too stunned to speak.

Hiccup presses, ignoring the hurt look on his father's face or the shock of his friends. “I finally, finally, have friends who love and care about me. I'm useful and recognized for my talents. I'm not ostracized or cast out anymore. I'm not the runt or disappointment.” Hiccup was fuming at this point. “My friends want me scales and all. For Thor's sake, fucking dragons saw me as family when my own father disowned me. And I wasn't even fourteen.” Hiccup took a breath. “Hate me if you want. Throw me out again. But I am not changing who I am to fit your mould anymore.”

With that, Hiccup clicked to Skullcrusher and Stoick was flown off the chief's island.

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Ships flooded the harbour while dragons flocked overhead. Vikings and riders crowded the trails and walkways of the islands. Different crests and tribal colours could be seen arriving over the horizon. All travelled to the same place at the foot of the volcano.

Queen Mala stood beside the Berkian heir as they watched their guests trail in. “Looks to be quite the turnout, Hiccup Haddock.” The rider nodded, “Thank you again for hosting, Queen Mala. Defenders of the Wing Island is a perfect location for the treaty.” “I am honoured to host such a historic occasion.” The queen replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me, further preparations require my attention. As do yours.” Hiccup gave a small bow to Mala as the two departed.

The Berkian met with the Dragon’s Edge Riders at the landing zone outside the village square.

Astrid saddled up to his side, “Excited for the big day?” “I think nervous, scared, and trembling would be more accurate words.” Hiccup sighed. “A lot is riding on today Astrid, I don’t want to mess it up.” “Hey look at me,” Astrid leaned so she could meet his downcast eyes. “We’ve made plenty of allies, trained so many dragons, and discovered new territories. All of that is coming together today because of you. You got this Hiccup, nothing you haven’t done before.” Hiccup took a deep breath and stood taller, Astrid’s words inspiring him. “You’re right, we can do this.”

Astrid smiled and pulled on her partner’s hands. “Now come on, we have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.” The warrior led Hiccup to where the others were waiting. “Wait here.” Her voice came and Hiccup felt her hands leave his. A few moments later Astrid called, “Open them.” The rider blinked his eyes open, then couldn’t believe the sight before him. Each of the Edge riders was clad in attire for their performance later. Only it wasn’t just the designs Hiccup had made.

Astrid, for example, had changed to a blue top and skirt with Nadder scales as decoration. She had a crown of spikes and scale paint lining her cheeks to match Stormfly. Snotlout sported orange fur with a short leather cape. He had a small helmet with material fashioned to resemble Hookfang’s horns. He too painted a pattern on his cheeks and bare arms. The twins braided ribbons into their hair to match Barf and Belch’s colours. Tuff painted extra teeth to extend his mouth and wore yellow scales. Ruff had specks of white and silver to symbolise the moon on her face and used green scales. Along her arm were a few characters in Dragonese. Both had new helmets to match a Zippleback’s horns. Fishlegs sported mostly the same outfit but had brown scales and frills braided into his hair.

The riders patiently awaited Hiccup’s reaction as he got over his shock. Slowly he walked up to Astrid to admire her costume closer. He cupped her cheek as he ran his hands over the painted scales. He threaded his hands through her hair to admire the Nadder crown. His excitement grew as he saw the details of the other riders. His camouflage faded and his friends watched as his frills twitched with excitement. Hiccup pounced over to Snotlout and admired the horns on his helmet. He smiled at the writing on Ruffnut’s arm. “You guys didn’t have to do this.” Hiccup cleared his throat. Astrid gave him a peck on the cheek. “We thought you and Toothless would be more comfortable like this. So we made it a part of the show.” Hiccup lifted Astrid in a quick hug, “thank you.” “Come my Lycanwing brothers!” Tuffnut exclaimed, “Let’s prepare for the flight ahead.”

Queen Mala called for silence from the crowd of Vikings before her. “Welcome all.” She began. “Many of you have travelled far to be a part of this momentous occasion in dragon history. While each of you has fought for your tribes and learned peace amongst neighbours, it is thanks to one man, in particular, that we have gathered today.” She outstretched her hand. “It is my honour to present Hiccup Haddock III of the Hooligan Tribe on Berk.”

Hiccup and Toothless made their way onto the stage with loud cheers and roars from the audience. He allowed himself a moment to search the crowd and take in the faces before him. “Hello every, everyone and welcome to the treaty signing of the Dragon Alliance.” It was a nervous start but the applause kept Hiccup going. “We’ve all come together after years of war. Some with dragons. Some with each other, and some both. But today all of us; Berkians, Berserkers, Outcasts, Chilblain, Defenders of the Wing, and Wing Maidens. We come together to celebrate peace with dragons and to forge new allies with bonds that will last generations.” He finished with “Together, we are a stronger flock,” to the present dragons. His speech was met by rowdy responses with whistles and shouts.

As the two stepped down, Queen Mala returned and informed the Vikings, “After each tribe signs the treaty, an airshow will commemorate our history. Following this, a feast will be served where we will end the evening with a dance.”

Astrid watched as each leader stepped forward with their heirs to sign a long parchment sheet on the banquet table. It dictated new trade routes, borders, open sharing of technologies, and outlawment of cruelty to dragons, among other items. Stoick and Hiccup stood with a pencil in hand as the first signatures. Following them were Dagur and Heather of the Berserker tribe. Then came Alvin and Hroar representing the Outcasts. Chieftess Smulder Frostbeard signed on behalf of her Chilblain people. Next, the Wingmaidens with Chieftess Atali providing her signature. Finally, Queen Mala ended with signing and declared the treaty in effect.

Astrid joined her fellow riders to prepare for the airshow.

With the longest history of coexisting with dragons, the Wingmaidens began the performance. Minden and Nadia took to the sky with their Razorwhip partners. They told the story of their island and the mission to protect Razorwhips. Atali joined to play the part of Freya, who requested the aid of the Wingmaidens thousands of years ago to protect the endangered beasts. As the three women flew together the music swayed and increased tempo to show time passing. As it did so, more Razorwhips joined the ballad as the Wingmaidens’ mission succeeded. Eventually, they flocked together until Windshear emerged from the eye of the swarming dragons, showcasing the new allegiance. The music slowed and the Wingmaidens landed, taking a bow. The crowd applauded as the next song began.

Throck stepped forward with his blade drawn, other members creating a circle around him. As the music began they stepped in tandem with quick graceful movements. It was similar to their fighting style but with more flourish. It was against the Defenders’ culture to lay a hand on dragons. This is why the dance was performed on the ground with the island’s dragons flocking overhead. They told the story of their settlement and how dragons were to be respected and worshipped. They showcased devotion to one another and with mirrored movements the loyalty of a Defender Warrior. Near the close of the music, Throck motioned upward and the Eruptodon flew by as a salute to the present Vikings. With a deep bow to the dragons above and humans below, the Defenders cleared the performance area.

Silence fell as the applause died down. Instead of a dramatic entrance, the chief dragon rider carefully tiptoed into the arena. A slow theme played as Hiccup seemed to search the crowd. Then Toothless appeared at the other end, tailing the rider. Hiccup turned and feigned surprise at the large dragon before him. The two started miming each other, seeming to get to know the other. They showed what it was like meeting for the first time in the Cove. Eventually Hiccup cautiously approached and held his hand out for the Night Fury. It growled at him, still uncertain. Gathering his courage, Hiccup tried again but this time turned away. He let the dragon come to him. Toothless sniffed his hand then rested his head against the human’s palm. Suddenly, music bursted to life as Hiccup mounted Toothless. The Night Brothers circled the group before flying higher and were joined by the other Berk riders. Together they recreated the battle with the Red Death, using a Typhoomerang as a stand-in. How they converted Berk to be a home for dragons and bring peace to the Archipelago.

The Edge riders broke off the formation and the Chilblain rose to take their place. Toothless slowed to a glide to keep up with the Gronckles that carried Kettil, Gunilla, and Frey. The three teens with their dragons acted out a scene for their origin of trade with Berk. How for decades they delivered ore for the village until the dreadful ‘Snowmageddon.’ Toothless showed Gronckles various tricks which they copied expertly, symbolising Berk’s education of dragon training.

Hiccup and his Night Fury left the flock of Gronckles and flipped back to join the Outcast. Hroar proudly flew on his Typhoomerang Torch. While Hiccup and Hroar didn’t have the best first impression, he and all the outcasts have come far living with dragons. From the ground Alvin cheered on his tribe, praising Hroar for his hard work teaching the more simple minded Outcasts.

A brief change of pace and a mad laugh rang through the crowd. Dagur the Deranged came sailing in on Sleuther with Heather and Windshear close behind. They picked off Toothless from his flock. A symbol of the three year war with Berk. Then something incredible happened. As Hiccup and Dagur charged at each other with their dragons they rose to stand in their saddles. When Toothless and Sleuther were close enough their riders jumped to switch mounts. Together Berkian and Berserker navigated the sky trusting one another. Another alliance formed.

The rest of the riders from the other tribes flew once more when Hiccup and Dagur switched back. It was time for the grand finale with Toothless leading the charge. Thousands of dragons from a hundred species swarmed the space. Colours of all kinds blended together in perfect harmony. The musicians played and sang until their throats were sore and their fingers were calloused. Vikings on the ground hollered and cheered while the riders laughed and shouted.

It was sometime after the performance Chief Stoick found the Edge Riders cleaning up near the stables. There were a few other riders being followed by their dragons. Most were heading toward the banquet but a few remained behind. It took a moment to make it through the crowd but the sight before him brought a smile to Stoick's face.

Hiccup was surrounded by dragons and people alike laughing and talking. His fellow riders had crafted their armour to disguise Hiccup’s features. It seemed to be working, the Berkians even receiving compliments for the costumes. Stoick cleared his throat when he was close enough. Hiccup turned and the chief noticed his ears flatten slightly as his son glanced around. “Hiccup, my boy!” Stoick smiled. He extended his hands and waited, rather than scooping the younger man into a hug. Hiccup approached and wrapped his arms around the larger Viking as a quick greeting. “Hey dad, did you enjoy the show?”

Stoick laughed, “Aye, it was an amazing performance.” Then in a more serious tone he added, “I’m impressed Hiccup. You’ve done well leading these people, you’d make a great chief someday. I’m proud.” Hiccup’s eyes lit up at the praise, but Stoick detected something else on his face. “Only if you want to son.” “What?” Hiccup gaped. “I won’t deny, it’s my wish that you take over Berk. You are my heir, but you are also a young man. I know you want to journey to the ends of the Earth, I just want you to come back from them some day.” Stoick looked to the riders supporting his son. “And thank you all for being with Hiccup these past few years. Supporting him, in some was, some ways that I was unable too.” The chief ruffled the hair on Hiccup's head, lovingly running his large hand over the dragon frills. “Keep being true to yourself son, no matter who stands against you. Even if it’s your own father sometimes.”

Hiccup broke into a huge grin and wrapped his arms around the chief. Stoick was actually knocked back slightly from the force. He wondered briefly if the Lycanwing’s blood gave Hiccup enhanced strength or if his son was just this strong after so much time. Hiccup nuzzled his head into his father’s chest with a quiet purr. “I love you Dad. Thank you.” Stoick kneeled to better embrace Hiccup. “I’m proud of you Hiccup. I love you too.” The moment lasted a few minutes longer. When they broke apart, Stoick asked, “How would you like to sit with me at the feast?” Hiccup glanced at Astrid, they had plans to stay together. His partner waved him on with a cute smile. “Sure thing dad,” Hiccup nodded.

Usually when Vikings gather, there is a designated place for the leaders to sit. Tribes stay together with banners set up for certain locations. But Hiccup was adamant to Queen Mala everyone be permitted to gather with whoever they wished. This allowed old friends, like Gobber and Smulder, to catch up. Also getting to know others better, like Hiccup and Hroar.

Presently, people and dragons were enjoying the feast while some had moved to the dance floor to party. Hiccup sat on his father’s right, who was speaking with Alvin across from them. Next to the Outcast Chief, Hroar fed a Terrible Terror under the table. Hiccup still had mixed feelings about the man. When they met, Hiccup suspected him to be a traitor for Alvin back when Berk had enemies. He was proven correct but he along with all the outcasts have proven themselves to be good friends. There still weren’t many riders on the island. Hroar was the first of his generation but he had quickly become the Outcasts’ trainer as more children wanted to learn.

The Terror under the table squawked and pawed Hroar’s leg impatiently. “ Yes, yes. Food.” Hroar fondly rolled his eyes as he clicked a reply. Hiccup’s ears perked up and he stared at the young man in front of him. He’d forgotten but when they were kids Hroar had a strange ability similar to his own to control dragons. Back then the Berkian didn’t know the two had simply picked up certain Dragonese phrases.

Hiccup clicked a soft “hello?” towards the Outcast. Hroar’s head shot up, eyes almost bugging out of his skull with how comically wide they were. Hiccup tilted his head to the side as was common when asking a question. “Can you understand me?” Horar clicked back “again?” Hiccup smirked. It seems Hroar wasn’t nearly as fluent as Hiccup had become after certain events. “Can talk? Speak?” Hroar nodded eagerly. “Yes! Speak! Yes!” Hiccup replied in norse. “Where did you learn to speak Dragonese?” “Dragonese?” Hroar questioned. “Yes, it’s the language dragons use to communicate. Some species have slightly different dialects but Dragonese is the root. Nadders, for instance, have more sophisticated chirps due to their proud nature. Speed stingers have only a few terms because they are pack hunters that need quick communication.”

Hroar listened with rapt attention. “That’s amazing. I never knew it could be so diverse. I only figured out a few different grunts and growls for food, flying, or playing.” Hiccup chuckled, “that’s where I started too. I couldn’t copy the sounds so-” “-you used clicking and whistles like birds.” Horar finished. “I’ve gotten better at my pronunciation. Maybe I could teach you sometime?” Hiccup lightly flushed. “If you’re interested, that is. “Request and gratitude.” Hroar chirped. “With joy!” Hiccup nodded.

Astrid came up and tapped Hiccup on his shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt,” she politely waved at Hroar. “But you promised me a dance.” Hiccup smiled and took Astrid’s outstretched hand. Before departing, he chirped back to Hroar “safe flight.” Hroar echoed his sentiment and waved the couple off.

The warrior dragged the rider to the dance floor where the other Berkians were. They stayed together for a few songs, getting slightly more tipsy as the night dragged on. Soon slower melodies began to play and lovers found their partners. Astrid looks at Hiccup slightly nervous. She was not well versed in ways of the heart. Hiccup softly smiled and offered a slight bow with his hand outstretched. The two stepped closer, Astrid placed her hands on Hiccup’s chest and Hiccup placed his on Astrid’s waist. They swayed together, going through rehearsed steps their parents had taught them per custom.

Hiccup began to speak but thought better of it, glancing to the side. “What is it?” Astrid asked. “I need a favour.” Hiccup began. “Of course babe, anything.” Hiccup casted a long look to his Father watching the Vikings from his seat.” “My father has not shared a dance since my mother.” Hiccup continued in a soft voice. “I need you to share one with him tonight.” Astrid misplaced her footing from surprise but her betrothed caught her. “Please Astrid.” How could she say no to those beautiful eyes? “Of course Hiccup.”

When the song ended Hiccup linked arms with Astrid. He led them to Stoick who smiled, admittedly a little drunkenly. “Well, how are my two favourite riders enjoying the evening?” Almost if on cue an upbeat tune started playing with Vikings rushing to join the dance. “Dad, Astrid has something to ask of you.” The Chief perked up with curiosity. “What is it Lass?” Astrid took a deep breath and approached. “Chief,” she paused and looked at Hiccup. He smiled and nodded. “Stoick, may I have this dance?” Stoick blinked teary eyes and looked down at the woman in front of him. She had grown so much. “Aye lass. I’d be honoured.”

Hiccup watched as Stoick ever so gently escorted Astrid to the crowd. He watched with a fond look. He knew Stoick missed his wife, Hiccup’s mother Valka, more whenever festivals happened. No one to share dances with, to flirt across the hall, to joke with friends. Hiccup was grateful his betrothed was so kind to give Stoick something he could enjoy. The rider felt a nudge at his backside.

“Hey bud,” Hiccup greeted his friend. “I know I already said it but good job today.” Toothless purred and nuzzled his rider. “I’m glad he’s having fun.” Hiccup gestured to his father twirling around with Astrid. “He’s doing better.” He continued informing his friend. “I think he’s finally adjusted to the Lycanwing idea from years back. The alliance will prove to the rest of the world we can live in peace with dragons. Dad set himself up for a good retirement one day. A day far from now.” He stressed. “Cleverpaws thinks too much again.” Toothless chuckled. Then the Night Fury pushed him forward with his tail. “ Dance.” Hiccup rolled his eyes. “With who? You?” Toothless looked at him for a moment. One of those gazes where his eyes were wide and seemed to peer directly into your soul.

Toothless squawked and dragged Hiccup into the crowd of Vikings by his metal leg. “Toothless!” The rider cried. But then he sat upright and Toothless began to circle him with his paws bouncing to the beat. Hiccup gave a hearty laugh, “you silly reptile.” Then he started bobbing to the music. The other Vikings were mostly unbothered by the sight and continued dancing. Hiccup carried out the usual choreography while Toothless used his wings to copy the arm movements. Then, as it always seems to happen with Hiccup, something peculiar occurred.

The Berk dragons- Stormfly, Hookfang, Barf, Belch, and Meatlug, ambled over to the outskirts of the crowd. They held their wigs up, and almost in sync started flapping them in time. Toothless must have noticed, because he too followed the motion. Curious Hiccup followed his lead, using his arms in place of wings. The dragons began to stop when the Vikings began to clap. Toothless transitioned his front paws the same way Hiccup danced with his feet. They circled around each other as the music swept up. The Berk dragons drew closer, Vikings hurry to get out of their way. They were curious about the behaviour but did not stop clapping. More dragons created an outer circle around the Berk dragons closing in Hiccup and Toothless. They flared their wings and bobbed their heads. The Night Brothers didn’t notice as they became a spectacle. Hiccup ducked under Toothless’ wings as the dragon bent towards him. Toothless bowed his head when Hiccup copied the motion. Then the dragons took to the air, lightly grabbing the tail of the beast in front of them. Keeping a close circle the reptiles gilded around the centre ring. The flightless dragons did the same on the ground, weaving in between one another. Toothless called to Hiccup and the rider effortlessly crept into his back. The Night Fury ascended with Hiccup still dancing on his back. He did a wingwalk until Toothless turned and the rider gracefully slid down the leather skin. Hiccup caught the dragon’s hindleg and used his momentum to do a flip. Toothless caught him with his front paws and twirled. Hiccup stepped up and balanced himself by a hand on his brother’s snout.

When the music reached its peak. Hiccup and Toothless dived back to the center. The Rider gracefully landed on all fours. Toothless landed behind him on his rear paws with wings fully extended. To onlookers it looked as if the Haddock child had his own pair of huge black wings coming from his back. The other dragons landed shortly after and bowed their heads to the two in the middle.

Hiccup, with his heightened hearing, could pick up murmurs from the Vikings. “Dragon master/conqueror.” “Such a wild boy.” “Go get ‘em Hiccup.” “Aye, that’s how you do it.” “Can he truly speak to them?” “Amazing.” “Impressive.” Hiccup hadn’t realised they had become such a spectacle. Quickly thinking what to do in front of the whole Archipelago, Hiccup turned to face Toothless. He bowed his head slightly with his hands flat. Toothless lowered his muzzle and touched his forehead to Hiccup’s.

The Vikings cheered and the Dragons roared.

Together Hiccup and Toothless looked over their flock. They would be well protected for generations to come.

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Though he’d never admit it aloud, certainly never to his men, Viggo struggled to develop a new strategy in this war with the Dragon Riders. The young Haddock had proven to be a challenging adversary. Far too green in the Hunter’s eyes but that had quickly changed. Both the hunters and riders had made considerable wins with equal losses. The current board was set to a stalemate. Viggo would have to change strategies or find a new piece to use.

“Viggo,” Riker called to his brother as he entered the room. “The spies have returned from Dragon’s Edge.” “Then I take it you have something worthwhile to report? Otherwise you wouldn’t be barging into my office.” Viggo said with a dismissive tone. Riker stifled his groan, if only because the news was so intriguing. He watched as his brother reached for the drink on his table. Just as he took a sip, Riker said “There’s a second Night Fury.” Viggo choked on his drink and looked at his brother with wide eyes.

Riker went on to give the briefing. “Two nights ago hunters stationed near Dragon’s Edge saw the Night Fury plus another dragon flying with it. Though it seemed smaller, a shortwing, and it had a different flight pattern.”

The cabin was silent as Viggo took in the information. “There is another Night Fury,” Viggo repeated, looking at his Maces and Talons board. “Perhaps a hatchling by the sound of it. Which begs the question, where did it come from?” “While Night Furies are being hunted to extinction, it’s possible Toothless adapted from mating for life.” Riker continued the train of thought. “It would explain the physical differences between the two.” “While accounting for the similarities at the same time.” Viggo agreed.

This was just what the Dragon Hunter needed. A new element to the board, something to turn the tide

“Gather the men,” Viggo announced, “we have a new quarry.”

“Ruff, Tuff, get ready for another pass!” Hiccup called. “Oh yeah, I could do this all day!” Ruffnut cried as they watched three more hunters leap into the water to escape the burning ships. “You and me both, sister.” Tuffnut laughed.

“Hiccup, we have reinforcements on the horizon.” Astrid calls. Hiccup pulls Toothless back to survey the battle. “Astrid, Snotlout, get the rest of those captured dragons out. We’ll cover you!” The Fury Brothers circle the last ship, firing at any hunters attempting to rally themselves. Stormfly and Astrid dive below the deck to open the remaining dragon cages. Snotlout and Hookfang flame up on deck, roasting any weapons that are not dragon-proof.

Just as quickly as the two lands, the riders are launching off the deck with a small flock of freed dragons behind them. “Alright gang, let’s fall back. Our work here is done.” Hiccup signals the group.

The hunters hadn’t been making too many strategic attacks recently. It wasn’t that they were getting sloppy. It just seemed they were more interested in gaining product than defeating the riders. Not that Hiccup was complaining. It was a simple routine to disrupt a hunt and then relocate the rescued dragons.

The flock closed in on an island where Riders could examine the freed dragons. Some ended up more injured than others and had to rest so they could heal before flying home. The riders dismounted and quickly set to aiding dragons with which they had expertise. Fishlegs took notes of each dragon’s condition. There was a Nightmare with a sprained ankle. A shooken up Gronkle. And a Naddar who exhausted its spines too quickly to regrow before capture. The rest seemed well enough, all things considered. Just famished and dehydrated.

“Hold on,” Hiccup paused as he took a headcount. “Where are the twins?” On cue, the Thorntons appeared in the clearing. “Hiccup!” Ruffnut looked frazzled, it took a lot to shake the young woman. “Ruff, what happened?” Hiccup questioned. “Come and see.” Without a moment’s delay Hiccup and Toothless zoomed off to follow the Zippleback.

The twins led them to a bay where a Windstriker was lying on one of the rocks. “Why didn’t they join the flock?” Hiccup looked at the twins as the riders dismounted. “Hiccup, you’re not gonna like this.” Tuffnut frowned, leading to the prone dragon.

The Windstriker was grey-scaled with yellow frills. It looked to be a younger broadwing. A male with strong speckled wings.

As Hiccup approached, the twins guided him to the dragon’s tale. “Hiccup, the hunters are getting bolder.” Tuffnut kneeled next to the Windstriker’s tail fins. Or more accurately, one tailfin. Hiccup froze as he looked at the cut fin. It was not an accident, clearly done with a dagger. Messy too, so there was no hope of regrowth. He could feel the frills along his head raise in anger as he let out a low growl. Toothless echoed his swear with sharp teeth.

“Who did this to you?” Hiccup rasped to the other dragon. “Human.” The Windstriker whined. “Humans use blades to take my flight. They cut my tail and poisoned my mind!” The poor creature wailed. Hiccup hurried to cradle the large head in his arms. He scratched along the dragon’s face and cooed reassurances at him. “You are safe now friend. My flock will help you heal.” “Humans took my flight. Humans are violent predators. Humans take everything.” The dragon continued to mutter. Hiccup continued to calm the creature until it had no more tears left to shed. By then the others had finished with the rescuees and joined the scene. They stopped short of the sobbing dragon, respecting its space.

Astrid’s gaze fell on Hiccup. She noticed his body trembling and his eyes were squeezed shut. She slowly kneeled next to him and wrapped her arms around her partner in a loving embrace. Hiccup took in a shuddering breath and let her support him.

After a moment Hiccup cleared his throat. “The Hunters used Dragon Root to sedate this Windstriker. They cut off part of his tailfin so he couldn’t escape. He says the hunters have been doing this to other dragons as well. Making them easier to control.” Hiccup gave the dragon one last pet before standing with Astrid at his side. “We’ll take him back to Dragon’s Edge so I can make a prosthetic.”

With that, the Dragon Riders departed for their island. Hiccup was able to make an automatic tailfin for the Winstriker, though the dragon would have to be monitored for a few weeks to ensure he could survive in the wild again.

The Dragon Hunters’ methods for trapping became more cruel over the next few weeks. Hiccup couldn’t understand it. There was no clear end goal. There was no communication that some big plan Viggo had. Just an increase in hits and more injured dragons. With every attack, Hiccup had to make more and more prosthetics and healing solutions. At least he was constantly improving on the original design so it could work for different species. But the Edge was getting overcrowded with flightless Dragons. What’s worse is they were getting younger. The hunters were targeting Short Wings, Tiny Tooths, by Thor, and even Hatchlings! Only to dump them at nearby islands soon after capture.

Finally, an opportunity made itself known. There was a convoy of shipments due for transport and the Dragon Riders intended to put a stop to it.

They were in the middle of a firefight when Hiccup spotted the flagship. He gave his fellow riders just enough notice before diving down to meet the ship. Toothless easily knocked his way through a dozen hunters. He smashed three against the vessel's side with his tail. Hiccup disarmed another group with Inferno, burning through nets of captured dragons in his wake. With a hole cleared to the hull, Hiccup made his move. Bursting through the door he tore through the hallway heading straight for the captain’s cabin. Toothless was hot on his heels.

Breaching the entrance Hiccup breathed heavily as he looked at Viggo, sitting unbothered in his chair. That wretched game board before him.

“Ah, Hiccup my dear boy. A pleasure to see you-.” His sentence was cut short as Hiccup crossed the distance and knocked the game over on the table where he now crouched. His sword was pressing dangerously close to the man’s throat. “The game is over Viggo.” Hiccup growled. Viggo smirked at the blade and made a move to push it away. “Come now Hiccup, we both know you don’t have it in you.” Usually, Hiccup would let the sword fall, knowing this to be true. “Not this time, Girmborn.” The chief rider pressed the sword closer, so it punctured the top layer of skin.

Viggo, who had remained generally unimpressed with the child, looked into Haddock’s eyes. There was a fire burning with resolve, something new to the player. “You have my attention, rider.” “What’s your purpose in taking hatchlings, hunter?” Hiccup went straight to the point. “Well, it’s quite simple, my young opponent. You see, I’ve recently learned of an interesting development on Dragon’s Edge. It seems your Toothless is not the only Night Fury anymore.” Hiccup’s eyes opened the slightest amount in surprise. It didn’t go unnoticed. “So it is true then,” Viggo smirked. “I’ll admit  I was operating on a hunch for some time, a gamble you know I don’t much care for. The rumour goes that it’s a hatchling. A crossbreed between your Night Fury and another species. Given the sightings and time frame it mustn't be over a year old yet.”

The man continued his monologue. With every word, fear began to grow in Hiccup. It was obvious the Dragon Hunters were operating under false information. But every rumour is based on truth and Hiccup knew what his was.

“So it has come to this.” Viggo drew his speech to a close. “You know something, and unless you tell me what it is; every dragon will continue to suffer under your calling card.” Hiccup scoffed, “My calling card?” “Why of course,” Viggo smirked. “Every dragon captured will be stripped of a tailfin. And as I’m sure you are aware, a downed dragon is a dead dragon.” Hiccup gaped, Viggo was insane. Taking the event that made his and Toothless’ friendship blossom, and turning it into something vile like this? He couldn’t believe his ears.

“I do assure you Hiccup, handing over the young Night Fury will call off the attacks of the other hatchlings. You have my word.” Damn it all, if the months fighting with the hunters had taught him anything it was that Viggo was a businessman. His word held true, even if his brother Riker’s did not.

The sounds of fighting drew closer. Hiccup could hear the riders calling his name, searching for him. Dragons were shouting over one another, frantic and desperate. There was a thundering of footsteps down the corridor followed by Toothless’ roar. He couldn’t hold off so many hunters forever. Time was ticking. Viggo noticed this too.

“You can’t hide it forever Hiccup. We’ll catch it eventually, this is a limited-time deal.” Hiccup refocused his eyes on Viggo. “Fine, you want the second Night Fury?” He snarled, baring fangs. Hiccup sheathed Inferno on his back and rose to his full height. In an instant, his camouflage dropped and his black scales fluttered into place. His pupils slit as green overtook his eyes. His talons sprang from his fingertips and all his frills slicked back. Before Viggo has a second to process what he just witnessed, his vest is seized by a clawed hand. Hiccup easily listed the man from his chair and off his feet with enhanced strength. The hunter’s eyes widened as he struggled to remove the talon from his armour. “You found him,” Cleverpaws growled.

“Odin’s grey ghost.” Viggo breathed. “You, you’re a Lycanwing.” “Yes. There is no Short Wing, your men saw me that night.” “Remarkable,” Viggo trailed his eyes over the young man’s frills and face scales. Cleverpaws hissed and threw Viggo to the ground. Hiccup suppressed an uncomfortable shiver at how the hunter looked at him. Like some sort of pelt to display. Before he could get a footing, Hiccup trapped Viggo under his leg. “Call them off Viggo.” The elder coughed and pushed his torso off the ground. “You’d have to let me go to do that.” Hiccup rolled his eyes then seized the other by the collar, dragging him to his feat. He pushed him out the door. As he did so, Hiccup’s camouflage settled once more. Except for the talon he had pressed against Viggo’s neck in case he tried anything.

On deck, the hunters kept sending Dragon Root arrows at the riders circling the flagship. They turned when the hull door opened expecting to see their fearless leader. They did, but not with the chief rider forcing him. “Hunters,” Viggo called “hold your fire. A deal has been made and our work here is done.” Toothless padded up to Hiccup, only then did the rider release the elder man.

As the brothers took to the sikes Hiccup could hear Viggo from the deck. “I may have given you my word Hiccup Haddock, but you realize you’ve made a grave error in judgment for the sake of this war!” “Hiccup?” Snotlout called as the group retreated. “What is he talking about?” “Viggo knows.” The chief rider replied. “It was the only way to stop the hunters from mutilating any more dragons.” “Hiccup,” Astrid breathed. “Do you know what you’ve done?” “Yeah,” Hiccup groaned, “I just made myself the biggest target in the Archipelago.”

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“Look what the Night Fury dragged in,” Astrid innocently remarked when the two finally appeared. The rest of the riders had been enjoying a Maces and Talons marathon in the clubhouse. Hiccup had opted out, wanting to do morning training with Toothless. It was about mid-afternoon now, and they’d been going hard. Heather commented as such, encouraging the Night Brothers to take a break. Hiccup was about to protest when he heard Toothless coo. The dragon looked at him with soft eyes, imploring Hiccup to take a moment to breathe. With a huff, Hiccup went to grab the two of them a meal and settle down with the others.

Toothless watched as he left. His rider had been pushing them hard for many weeks. Now, Toothless was smart, dare he say more than other species, but he was also a humble dragon and tried not to brag about it. Regardless, he knew none of his flock mates could sense the temperament bubbling to the surface within Cleverpaws. He was a level-headed human, more than most. But even Hiccup had his limits, and Toothless was worried he was reaching one. Normally, Toothless would suggest a night flight to clear Hiccup’s mind. But recently every time they took to the skies it would either be for more training or would be filled with Hiccup’s mutterings about how to win the war with Viggo.

This is what confused the dragon the most. Normally when dragons held a grudge they kept it until the other was killed. There wasn’t all this back and forth like with humans. Hiccup and Viggo tried to outthink one another to win. They dragged the fight on long after what made sense to Toothless. Cleverpaws has had every opportunity to be rid of Viggo but never did. That was another thing the human taught him early in their bond: empathy. Toothless understood it, but not at the cost of driving his rider to insanity. But there wasn’t much he could do when Hiccup set his mind to something other than trying to support his brother.

So Toothless silently ate his meal, not commenting when his flockmates asked him why he seemed in low spirits. He simply told them he was tired from all the training. Stormfly sympathised the most with this, but even she didn’t join Astrid every time the Viking wanted to practice. Toothless and Hiccup were one, they did everything together. Yet another reason no one else seemed concerned about the rider’s attitude.

Hiccup was also quiet as he ate his raw fish (it was quicker that way.) He was pondering over everything that had happened in the recent weeks. Berk still had little gold after his plan fell apart. He was angry at Viggo for his tactics. Targeting hatchlings and innocent Berkians was a cowardly move in his father's words. But it didn't change the fact that it happened and Hiccup wasn't good enough to stop it.

The rider glanced up at his team enjoying themselves. He felt conflicted at the sight. On one hand, he wanted to shout at them for being so relaxed when they're still warring with the hunters. On the other he knew he'd pushed them too hard in the past and didn't want to repeat the same mistakes. He knew he couldn't win this battle on his own but oh how he wished he could. Hiccup wished they could go in dragons blazing and take out the Grimborns and topple their empire. But it wouldn't be without great loss, and Hiccup wouldn't risk anyone like that. He thought of taking Viggo on his own, challenging him like the Night Brothers did with the Red Death. But the man would never agree. It simply wasn't his way of battle. Stratagem over force. Brains over brawn. Mind over Matter. That is how the game is played, and Hiccup was liking his odds of winning less and less.

Before his train of thought could darken more, a new voice interrupted. 

“I call winner,” Dagur smirked from where he leaned on the doorway. “Brother,” Heather warmly greeted. Dagur had been visiting the edge more often to check in on his sister. Always unannounced of course. The offer to join him on Berserker Island was still on the table, but Heather insisted she wanted to remain with the riders a bit longer. She'd been on her own so long, adjusting to people took time. She wanted to do it in a place that was more dragon-friendly to Windshear, and the Berserkers weren't exactly known for their hospitality.

“Good to see you sis.” Dagur gave her a strong hug and began to greet the other riders. The team had begun to warm up to him since his change in character. Snotlout was always torn between looking up to the guy when they were kids and hating him when they were enemies. Now he's gotten past not knowing where to stand with Dagur and considers him a good acquaintance. “Heya Snothat.” Dagur grinned. 

Hence acquaintance.

The twins were always impartial to all forms of chaos. Dagur was a good source of entertainment and no longer wanted to kill them so he was alright in their book. The same couldn't be said for Astrid and Fishlegs. They couldn't forget quite as easily even if they forgave. When Fishlegs was training Dagur and Shattermaster, he had to admit they bonded. But a few good interactions can't erase all of the past. And if he's being honest with himself, he didn't want Dagur to take Heather away. Even if they were family. Astrid agrees with the sentiment though not to the same level. She is hesitant about Dagur, but trusts him as an ally. He was on board with the Lycanwing idea after all.

Hiccup waved from his spot next to Toothless. Dagur was a nice change of pace, but a wild card he couldn't afford right now.

“How long do you plan to visit?” Heather curiously asked. “Well, Shattermaster and I are a bit tired from travelling so a few days of recuperation would be appreciated,” Dagur answered. “I can help you get settled in the stables.” Fishlegs offered.

Toothless nudged his brother for his attention. “ Dagur stay with us.” Hiccup looked at him incredulously. “Dagur always stay in stables when visits. Why change now?” Toothless licked his snout as he tried to come up with an answer. Something in his gut told him Dagur may be the answer to his worries. “Trust me brother.” Toothless simply replied. Hiccup studied the Night Fury intensely, trying to figure out his friend's thoughts. Finally he accepted this was one of those times he had to put faith in his partner.

“You should stay with us.” Hiccup spoke up, turning attention to him. “You and Shattermaster can extend your visit for the week and it'd be more comfortable in a hutt than the stables.” Dagur broke into a large grin and gladly accepted. 

Surprisingly, Dagur turned out to be a rather respectful house guest. Hiccup was certain he'd be driven crazy by the Viking but they had already been coexisting for three days without any issue.

Shattermaster made himself at home in one of the pens and Dagur got comfortable on the lower level of Hiccup's hut. Because it was also Hiccup's workshop he'd make himself scarce or keep out of the way when the rider needed to use the space. There were some odd habits from the dragon boy, but let's be honest, Dagur isn't exactly the model Viking of sanity. He also didn't question when Hiccup snuck out of the hut in the dead of night with the night fury. He assumed they were going for a night flight. That is, until Dagur couldn't sleep and decided to follow them.

Dagur was lying on his makeshift bed when he heard rustling from above him. There was the soft step, clink, step, clink, of Hiccup's footsteps. Followed by Toothless rousing from his slumber. Dagur heard quiet rumbles and coos as the two conversed in their native tongue. Privately, Dagur was rather jealous of the man's ability to talk to dragons. But he knew trying to learn a language such as theirs would be too difficult for him. Soon the sounds quieted and the two flew out of the roof exit into the night. Dagur threw off his covers and rushed to the window to track their direction. It seemed they were headed to the training grounds. The Berserker quickly made his way to the stables and awoke Shattermaster. They followed the other pair at a slower pace until they came across one of the Edge's many training courses.

Dagur sat Shattermaster down out of sight and dismounted. He watched as Hiccup and Toothless flew through the air, doing barrel rolls and blasting various targets affixed to trees or other raised structures. “Quite strenuous for a relaxing flight,” Dagur muttered to his Gronckle, which earned him an amused grumble.

It was a few hours later when a curious thing happened. The reps Hiccup and Toothless were doing grew sloppy and lethargic. Most Vikings would know this is when training becomes counterproductive and they must rest. Which was why Dagur thought it was odd when they landed he heard Hiccup say, “Since clearly we're not getting better on air attacks, we should change to close combat.” He said with an ounce more of sarcasm than needed.

Dagur considered making his presence known, but wanted to see what Hiccup would do. His question was answered when he drew his sword and ignited it, going through practised motions with Toothless. Immediately, Dagur saw many issues with the fighting style. Firstly, Hiccup was trying to use the longsword like a rapier or knife. Quick movements that the blade wasn't made for, which only resulted in Hiccup exhausting himself further. Dagur knew Hiccup understood the art of the sword, he was a blacksmith and inventor after all. So why did he use a reckless style when it so clearly made things more effort? He decided he'd step in after all. 

“Odin's beard I can't take anymore.” Dagur whined. “You look like a drunk baby yak falling on its horns.” “Dagur!” Hiccup's frills shot up in surprise. “What are you doing out here?” “I came to check on my baby brother, duh.” Dagur rolled his eyes. Hiccup extinguished his sword and replied “first, you're not that much older than me. Second, I don't need checking up, I'm fine.”

Dagur decided to drop the witty act. “Hiccup, you're not. The past few days I've been here you've been pushing yourself too much. Beyond what's healthy, especially with the late nights.” “I don't know what you're talking about.” Hiccup growled. “Hiccup! Come on man. You're exhausted, it's obvious something is going on.” “There's nothing Dagur, you don't know what you're talking about so just drop it.” Hiccup turned to leave on Toothless but Dagur grabbed his arm. “No, I'm trying to help you out here. I'm not one of the riders, you can talk to me.” Hiccup shoved Dagur's hand off “just back off!” He hissed, baring fangs. 

Dagur paused, taking in the rider's appearance. His whole body was tense, like he was a wound-up string ready to snap. His sharp canines stood out as did his bright green eyes. The Lycanwing features weren't his main concern though, frankly, he could care less. It was the furrowed brow and clenched fists with heavy breaths. Dagur knew the feeling all too well. Being constantly on the edge with thoughts tearing you up on the inside.

This Dagur could handle.

“You want me to back off? Fine. I mean it's not like you could ever handle things yourself.” Dagur heckled. “You barely know what you're doing out here. It's obvious you can hardly keep your team in check.” Hiccup huffed but otherwise didn't react much. “You're one to talk. Who won the Berserker and Berkian war again? Oh right, the Berkians.” “Yeah? Well if you're such a great leader, how come you keep losing against Viggo huh?” Dagur snapped back.  Hiccup glared and took a step forward. Dagur held back a smirk, it seems he found the right pressure point. “How many more dragons are you going to let die before you win, huh?” It stung to say, to go back to old habits of hurting Hiccup, but Dagur knew the other needed it and this was the quickest way to tip him over.

Overturned he was, the second the words came from the Viking, Hiccup pounced. Dagur easily dodged and kicked Hiccup’s back. The other turned and lined up a punch which Dagur easily caught before using the momentum to drop the rider to the ground. Hiccup yelled and launched but up to his feet with claws drawn. He started swiping at Dagur. “That’s it,” the Berserker called, “trust your instincts.” Drawing two small knives he was able to block the Lycanwing claws. “You can’t win a fight against me in the same way, use your surroundings.” Hiccup glanced around, taking note of the dense trees and loose soil. He threw a handful of dirt in Dagur’s face, momentarily blinding him. While the Berserker was stunned the Lycanwing leapt into the trees.

Dagur scrubbed at his face with one hand, the other holding the knife at the defensive. Hiccup pounced from a low branch when Dagur was right below him and tackled the man to the ground. Dagur yelped as he was pushed down but was quick to wrestle the other off of him. Just as he got a good hold of Hiccup, the Lycanwing bit down hard on his bicep. Dagur was used to pain but the bite still surprised him. “Oooh, feisty now aren’t we.” The Berserker felt around for the knife knocked loose from his grip, finding the handle he jabbed the blade at the rider’s shoulder. Hiccup screamed, releasing his jaws from Dagur’s arm. The elder took his opportunity to wrestle Hiccup into a Berserker chokehold. The lycanwing smirked as he retracted his claws. He gripped onto Dagur’s wrist and pulled with all his might.

There was a loud crack as Dagur lost his hold.

“Son of a-” the Berserker censored himself as he cradled his hand. Hiccup floundered as his blind frustration was replaced with shock. “Dagur, I’m sorry.” He began, “I don't know...I couldn't...I didn't hold back.” Dagur merely started howling with laughter. “Oh hiccup, always one for surprises. Quite the strength you've got there.”

Shattermaster, who until now had been watching from the side with Toothless, waddled over to help his rider. Dagur leaned on the dragon as he picked himself off the ground.

Hiccup looked on with worry, hands hovering as he struggled with how to help. Dagur smiled, “feeling better?” “I…what?” Hiccup cocked his head. Dagur shrugged, “sometimes, meditation only helps so much. Self-reflection and pondering can fill up the ‘ol noggin pretty fast. It can help to burn off steam. Seems you needed it.” Hiccup bashfully looked to the side. “Yeah, thanks.” Dagur chuckled, “come on, the least you could do is help splint my broken wrist.” Hiccup nodded, “Fishlegs keeps our medicinal herbs fully stocked.”

As the rider mounted his dragon he tossed a final apology Dagur’s way. “Sorry about the bite too.” Dagur nodded. “And thanks…brother.” “What was that last part?” The Berserker called. “Oh would you look at the time, let’s go bud.”

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Toothless dove in a desperate attempt to avoid the net launched from the dragon hunters' ship below. An arrow missed his head by an inch while several bolas flew through the air. “Toothless look out!” His rider warned before rolling them to the left. Hiccup growled in frustration. This was supposed to be a simple scouting mission to track and record the hunters' movements. He didn’t anticipate being surrounded by an armada. He was too far out to retreat to Dragon’s Edge. Once they got out of this mess they’d have to find someplace to land and catch their breath.

From below Riker’s voice rang out. “That’s it men, don’t let the Lycanwing or Night Fury escape.” To the rider he shouted, “My brother has big plans for you and that half-breed blood of yours!” Toothless could feel the panic settle into his brother as the ships continued to close in. “Get us out of here bud!” As if he wasn’t trying to already. The Night Fury ducked another slew of arrows and suddenly got an idea. It was a long shot at best but he called out despite it. With a powerful roar, Toothless shouted for any nearby flockmates in hopes some would come to their aid.

Suddenly, a school of scauldrons emerged from the depths and bombarded the hunters. Toothless felt guilty for asking inexperienced dragons for help, but none of the riders had accompanied the flight. The tidal dragons’ appearance gave them the few seconds needed to break through the barrage and flee to safety, but not before a single arrow made its mark.

Toothless grunted as he crashed onto a nearby island. He shook himself and cooed at his rider. Hiccup grit his teeth as he clumsily dismounted. “I’m fine Toothless.” Hiccup whispered to the dragon. He took a confident step forward only to stumble, Toothless catching him in a swift motion. “Brother hurt,” Toothless chided, “rest.” He helped Hiccup to a rock formation to lay against.

Hiccup swayed as he was placed down. He tried to offer his thanks to Toothless, but a wave of nausea washed over him. Before it subsided, dizziness took over. Hiccup distantly looked at his leg where the dragon root arrow struck him. The wound looked puffy and irritated, most likely infected. He couldn’t stare too long because his vision tripled and the earth swayed. It occurred to him that Hiccup hadn’t been shot since he became a Lycanwing. The root must be similarly affecting him.

“Bud, pass me the-” he didn’t finish his request for the antidote because a shrill sound began ringing in his ears. Hiccup screamed as he clamped his hands over his frills. Next came the overwhelming smell of fish, burning lumber, sweet berries, and just about every odor in the forest. It was as if all his heightened senses were firing at once without his consent. He couldn’t tell left from right or if he was even still sitting upright. His breathing quickened as he started shaking. His limbs moved of their own accord twitching randomly.

Toothless stood in shock for a moment, confused as to why his rider started panicking a way he hadn’t since they were young at the cove. He shook himself out of his stupor and slowly approached. Toothless carefully unfurled his wings and closed off Hiccup. He delicately placed his head on the other's and exaggerated his breathing. After a few moments, Hiccup’s breathing started to match his own. Toothless glanced down and saw Hiccup staring at him with wide eyes. The rider leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his friend’s neck. His whimpers died down though he continued to shake. Toothless nuzzled affectionately until Hiccup could come back to himself.

Hiccup breathed in the calming scent of his dragon. He felt at peace under the leather canopy. The black scales blocked out any light and the Night Fury’s natural heat remained trapped between them, offering a cozy warmth for Hiccup to dwell in.

Eventually, his episode subsided and he was able to choke out, “antidote.” Toothless nodded and maneuvered the saddlebag into Hiccup’s reach. Carefully keeping Hiccup sheltered from the world outside his wings. The rider fumbled blindly for the container shaped like the dragon root antidote. When he found it he poured it on his leg, which stung, and carefully sipped the remainder.

Toothless anxiously awaited Hiccup’s recovery. When the rider tapped his wings, Toothless let down the barrier and helped Hiccup back onto the saddle. There was no way they were making it to the Edge anytime soon. So Toothless had to find a den or something else for the night and gather food for Hiccup.

He wandered until he came across a deep cave. Toothless made his way inside and quickly realized it was a long cavern. Using his echolocation he turned this way and that until they arrived in a small antechamber. Hiccup stirred slightly when Toothless lay him down again but otherwise stayed asleep. Before the Night Fury could think about what to do next, a curious dragon came around the corner. Toothless tensed and covered Hiccup, but the other dragon didn’t smell dangerous. It cocked his owl-like head and watched the Night Fury with interest. “Not smell like nestmate?”

Toothless rumbled politely. “Separated from nest, flockmate hurt. Must rest.” The larger dragon cooed in understanding. “May help?”

Toothless nervously glanced between Hiccup and the stranger. He nodded and stepped to the side. The other dragon sniffed the strange-looking creature. It paused at Hiccup’s injured leg and growled, smelling the dangerous plant. “Must heal.” He told Toothless before slinking back down the way he came. A moment later he returned with a bottle in its mouth. The dragon let Toothless inspect it before breaking the bottle in its teeth and administered the healing ointment to Hiccup by licking the wound. The soothing cool of the dragon’s saliva mixed with the medicine put Hiccup at ease. His brow relaxed as he slept.

The arrow wound already looked much better and Toothless thought that it would be good enough to fly by the time Hiccup awoke. The Night Fury purred his thanks to the beast. The dragon echoed his affection before finally departing the two wingmates. He crawled through the maze of tunnels until he came out into the large nest he called home. “There you are Cloudjumper,” Valka greeted warmly. “Look,” she extended a hand to a white and red egg on a massive bed of leaves and rock. “The bewilderbeast is beginning to stir.” The stormcutter nuzzled his friend affectionately. “Come, let us gather the others to watch him hatch.”

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It’s been a busy few weeks for Hiccup. When he and the riders liberated the Bewilderbeast, Hiccup thought that would be the end of it. Yet the hunters were still milling about the Archipelago.

Johann didn’t survive his encounter with the King of Dragons and Krogan simply vanished. Viggo was never someone with plans to conquer, he was a businessman at heart. However, Hiccup’s latest encounter with Riker made him question that sentiment. What could the Grimborns want with his blood? Lycanwings were an under-researched species to be sure, but what about them was worth Viggo plotting?

In any case, Hiccup was back to the run-of-the-mill hunters who were only concerned with profit. It left the riders in an odd situation. Some wanted to return to Berk, others wished to stay on the Edge. Hiccup was granted a brief reprieve from the decision when he attended Queen Mala and Chief Dagur’s wedding as the best man. But when he returned Hiccup was still faced with his future plans. He wanted to search other islands for the Bewilderbeast that survived the fight at Berserker Island. Hiccup knew the Wingmaidens left the egg with someone they trusted, but what of the elder? He wasn’t anywhere near the island, and it’s been some time since any leviathan species have been reported.

Hiccup has been wondering a lot about the Bewilderbeast. There were questions he wanted to ask the king about Toothless and himself. If anyone knew if there were other Night Furys it would be the alpha. It’s been nearly five years since HIccup found Toothless. In all that time there hasn’t been a true trace of another Fury.

It was this attitude that drove Hiccup further and further to the horizon. He was an explorer, eager to dive deeper into the world of dragons. He didn’t think of himself as a chief like his father. A leader? Yes. He’d grown so much since being head trainer of the academy in Berk. But a chief? He was planning on avoiding that prospect for as long as he could.

Hiccup also wasn’t a warrior like Viggo wanted him to be. The Edge had turned into an outpost because of the dragon hunters. It was supposed to be a taste of freedom from Berk. A place where he and his fellow riders could figure out the next part of their lives. He was tired of it all, just so tired. Hiccup longed for the days when it was only him and Toothless discovering new species and filling the book of dragons. There were times he considered not turning back. To keep flying until they reached the end of the world. Then he thought of Astrid. It was corny but he wanted to fly off into the sunset with her. But Hiccup knew that’s not what she wanted. Astrid deeply cared for Berk, the auxiliary riders she trained, and the people she grew up with. She’s a capable warrior and true viking. Astrid will make a great chieftess someday. Hiccup could only hope he’d be good enough to join her.

The woman herself glided up to the Night Fury. “Hiccup?” she prompted, “are you alright?” Hiccup shook himself from his thoughts, “Yes Astrid. Sorry, I was thinking.” Astrid smiled, “Since when are you not? Anything you care to share?” “No, it’s nothing.” Hiccup replied, “I promise.” The two were out on a flight together with no destination in particular. It’d been a while since the couple were able to steal a few moments away. “Still,” Astrid spoke, “we’ve been flying for hours. How about a break to stretch our legs?” Being so close to Hiccup had its perks like knowing when he’s been in his head too long. A break would be best for him.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” Hiccup smiled as he lay next to Astrid on a soft patch of grass. Stormfly and Toothless were somewhere around, no doubt involved in a game of tug of war.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice,” Astrid replied. “That few?” Hiccup pondered, “Well I love you. There's three.” “Oh, am I supposed to keep track now?” Astrid jokes. “That’s up to you,” Hiccup smirked. “What were you thinking of earlier?” Astrid prompted once more. Hiccup sighed and wrapped an arm around his partner, “just thinking about the future…again.”

Astrid hummed in response. It was an old conversation. One she realized it was best to lend an ear rather than offer advice.

They sat in silence, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the island. Astrid was about to shift her position to get more comfortable when Hiccup suddenly tensed. Astrid glanced around, attempting to spot possible dangers. Seeing nothing she whispered to Hiccup, “Hear something?” Hiccup gave a subtle nod, “Speed stingers. Three of them.” Astrid couldn’t help the goosebumps that made her hair stand on end at the mention of the species. She’s had her fair share of dire experiences and knew speed stingers were one of the more aggressive dragons.

“You go left, I’ll go right,” Astrid whispered. Thinking logically- there were only three, not the whole pack, so they were probably scouts from a hunting party or lookouts and the two riders had accidentally encroached on their territory. Rolling away from each other would allow Hiccup and Astrid to draw out the two coming from the sides, making the remaining one choose who to pounce on. 

Strangely, Hiccup placed his hand on hers. “Wait. They don’t smell aggressive. Curious, and slightly…upset?” He listed. Taking a chance he craned his neck and saw an upside-down view of a speed stinger making its way toward the couple. By now Stormfly and Toothless have stopped their rough-housing and taken positions to cover the other two speed stingers.

Upon making eye contact with Hiccup, the dragon growled out a series of sounds. Astrid’s dragonese was lousy at best but she could make out a few concepts from the chirps. Something like ‘hurt’ and ‘help flock’ or maybe it was ‘nest?’ Hiccup stayed where he was on the ground. He chattered back something like ‘no harm’ and ‘trust’ followed by something Astrid recognized as one of their names. The speed stinger seemed to mull over its options before closing the distance. Astrid tightened her grip on Hiccup’s hand. The speed stinger leaned down till its muzzle was a few inches above Hiccup’s face. The man himself remained remarkably calm, with his thumb softly brushing Astrid’s knuckles in comfort. With his other hand, he reached up to hover his palm over the dragon’s snout. The speed stinger sniffed the rider’s outstretched hand before turning its interest to Astrid. She set her teeth and faced down the reptile. It must have found whatever it was looking for because it summoned the other two.

Hiccup sat up and then slowly stood, pulling Astrid to her feet. “He says his name is Rakefoot and one of the pack’s hatchlings needs help.” “A human’s help?” Astrid raised a brow. “Apparently so,” Hiccup confirmed. “I can’t translate exactly but apparently a different dragon rider helped before but hasn’t returned and the pack has no idea how to track them.” “That’s unusual,” Astrid thought aloud. “Another human, rider or not, gaining acceptance among a pack is something to look into. “I agree,” Hiccup nodded. “But we’ll have to address it later.”

The two riders and their dragons followed the speed stingers to a cliffside. Before them was a sheer rock face with no noticeable hand or foot holds. Rakefoot then chirped something else to Hiccup. Whatever it was stunned him and a look of disbelief crossed his face. When he dismounted, Astrid did the same but the moment she did, Rakefoot ran up to her and nudged her with his head. Hiccup released a slow breath and translated for Astrid, “he wants you to get on.” Astrid gave him a look of ‘you’re crazy’ but sure enough Rakefoot lowered his neck so she could easily get on his back.

Slowly she did as instructed and Hiccup did the same with one of the other speed stingers. It was an odd feeling, but Astrid was struck with the realization these reptiles could easily substitute for racehorses. If they weren’t normally so aggressive to vikings.

The three dragons made their way up the side of the mountain while Toothless and Stormfly patiently waited below. The speed stingers’ claws dug into specific points in the rock which allowed them to effortlessly clamber up. “They’re like mountain goats,” Astrid chuckled.

It seemed this specific pack had adapted to reside in a place no predators could get into by land or air. About midway up the cliff was a crack in the rock that led to the nest. It was too high to climb up to and too obstructed to fly into.

Once inside the nest, the riders were swarmed by the remainder of the speed stinger pack. The chief approached the two vikings. Hiccup translated for Astrid as the chief introduced herself. While the two conversed, Astrid took in her surroundings.

It was a smooth cave with nests on the outskirts of the space. Eggs and hatchlings were tended to by the elder dragons while the younger positioned themselves around the riders. Something didn’t sit right, however. Scattered among the room were piles of metal and wood scraps. Some looked intentionally placed. There was also a table with what looked like abandoned instruments and glass containers.

“Astrid,” Hiccup’s voice drew her attention, “let’s go.” The two followed the pack’s chief on foot to a smaller section of the cave that looked to be a nursery. Before them lay a net separated from the others. “This is the chief’s heir,” Hiccup explained. “Our mystery rider saved her from dragon trappers but she’s sick.” “And the ‘stingers don’t know what’s wrong,” Astrid confirmed. “Even if they did, it’s not like they could whip up an antidote or anything medicinal that’s too complex.” Hiccup stated. “True, must be pretty hard without-” “-don’t say it Astrid-” “-clever paws.”

Astrid let Hiccup stew over her joke before pulling him with her. “Come on, let’s help the little one.”

The woman calmly approached the tiny tooth to look her over. Astrid tried her best to ignore the chief looming over her as she listed off the dragon’s symptoms. The hatchlings' eyes were foggy and the response time was poor. Along with being generally lethargic, its scales were discolored and frail.

“She must have gotten contaminated by something on the hunters’ ship. Hatchlings are more susceptible to human illness,” Hiccup thought as he reread the symptom list. “We should make an herbal mix she can feed on until she recovers. The problem is we don’t have any way to process the medicine.” “Funny you should mention that,” Astrid remarked. “I saw some discarded apothecary equipment back in the main room. Whoever was here before must have been using this nest as an outpost.”

It didn’t take too long to whip up some medicine for the young one. They gathered up the scraps the mystery rider left behind and made enough of the remedy to last for some time. Soon they were back with Stormfly and Toothless heading back to Dragon’s Edge.

“Do you realize how crazy that was?” Astrid called over the wind, “Or are you completely desensitized at this point?” “Are you kidding?” Hiccup laughed. “Waltzing into a den of deadly speed stingers without Toothless? Having their chief talk to me like I’m a queen? Finding out there are more dragon riders we’ve never met? Today was insane!” The rider exclaimed. “Well lucky for us, crazy plans are your style,” Astrid reminded him. “And stupid ones, don’t forget that,” Hiccup agreed.