How To Train Your Dragon: The Haddocks (HTTYD X Male OC)

Chapter Four: Fixing What Was Broken

Hours later, the Haddock brothers returned to the village and joined the other Viking teens and Gober on top of a watch tower. They sat around a fire with food on sticks roasting over the fire while Gobber told the story of how he lost his hand and leg.

Gobber: ...And with one twist, he took my hand, and swallowed it whole. And I saw the look on his face: I was delicious. He must have passed the word, because it wasn't a month before another one of them took my leg.

 But Hiccup's mind was far from the fire. His thoughts were still trapped in the cold darkness of the cave, haunted by the image of the Storm Wraith—the dragon that had killed Dalla—and the secret Floki had kept hidden.

Hiccup sat across the fire from Floki, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and betrayal. His brother, whom he had trusted, had lied to him. Not just any lie—a monumental one. Floki, on the other hand, pretended not to notice Hiccup's glare. He kept his head down, scribbling in his journal, the flickering firelight illuminating the soft leather cover marked with a butterfly.

Fishlegs: Isn't it weird to think that your hand was inside a dragon? Like if your mind was still in control of it, you could have killed the dragon from the inside by... crushing his heart, or something.

Snotlout: I swear, I'm so angry right now! I'll avenge your beautiful hand and your beautiful foot. I'll chop off the legs of every dragon I fight. With my face!

Gobber: Un-unh. It's the wings and the tails you really want. If it can't fly, it can't get away. A downed dragon is a dead dragon. 

Gobber's words echoed in Hiccup's mind. "A downed dragon is a dead dragon", which meant that the Night Fury was Vulnerable. His thoughts flashed to the dragon whose tail fin was broken because of the bola launcher he made. He realized with a stare that he was the reason it couldn't fly properly, that he had made him vulnerable. The guilt twisted in his gut like a knife. Without a word, Hiccup stood and left the fire, leaving his food as Gobber yawned, indicating that it was getting late.

Gobber: Alright. I'm off to bed. You should be, too. Tomorrow we get to the big boys. Slowly but surely making our way up to the Monstrous Nightmare. But who'll win the honor of killing it?

The other teens were excited to imagine which one of them would get the chance to prove themselves to the village but Tuffnut decided to voice out his fantasy.

Tuffnut: It's gonna be me. It's my destiny. See?

He lifted his shirt to show them a mark on his body that looked like a Tattoo, While Hiccup's sudden disappearance caught Astrid's attention.

Fishlegs: *Gasp* Your Mom let you get a tattoo?

Tuffnut: It's not a tattoo. It's a birthmark.

Ruffnut: Okay, I've been stuck with you since birth, and that was never there before.

Tuffnut: Yes, it was. You've just never seen me from the left side until now.

 Astrid walked to the staircase and watched Hiccup leave a flicker of concern crossed her face, but she shook it off and turned back to the group. As she did, her gaze fell on the journal in Floki's hands. The butterfly on the cover sparked a memory, and her eyes narrowed in recognition.

Astrid: *Suspiciously* Hey, where did you get that?

Floki didn't look up from his writing.

Floki: Why do you care?

Astrid's eyes darkened as she realized what it was, she had recognized that book because she had seen her cousin with it many times when she was still among the living.