New Life Ahead [HTTYD]

Chapter 3: Hopeless Love and Moonlight

It took a while for the Night Fury to calm the boy down. The human had put up quite a struggle despite the inexperience with his new dragon body.

The second the boy had realized what he had done to the pile of fish, he did three things: screech in terror, run over to the nearest tree in sight, and proceeded to repeatedly bash his head against it. Lucky for him, the tree was too weak to actually cause any major damage to his thick dragon skull. Not much could be said for the tree, which was now free of the squirrels and birds that had lived there.

The other Night Fury, after getting over the shock from this sudden act of self-mutilation, leapt to his paws and pounced at the human with such force that they tumbled together for several feet before they stopped.

The human had begun to scream obscenities and struggled, desperately trying to free himself from the pinned position he was now in. The Night Fury had to avoid the flailing claws and winced in pain as they scratched at his forearm, which was currently on the human's chest.

The Night Fury, having had enough of this human's complaining, decided to stop this by releasing a full-blown snarl in front of the human's face. THAT had gotten the human's attention immediately, and he looked up in fear at the dragon as its gaze bore into his eyes.

The two dragons remained that way for quite a while. The Night Fury realized that the position they were in was exactly the same as before: standing over human, paw on chest, not really knowing where to go after pinning him down...

After a few moments, the dragon eventually moved off Hiccup and stood off to the side. It sat back on its hind legs as Hiccup slowly raised himself up to all fours, shock plastered all over his face.

"You know, I think you would have done that whether you were a human or a dragon." The dragon stated matter-of-factly as it rolled its eyes. "I think I would have done the same if I was half-starved, so really, I don't know why you are so worked up about it."

Hiccup did not respond, or give any indication that he had heard the dragon at all. His head was aimed down at his paws, overflowing with worry and fear over the action he had done almost involuntarily.

Why had he done that? Was he losing his mind? Was the Night Fury breaking its promise and slowly erasing his mind, little by little, to the point where it would probably be no better than that of a dog? If his mind was 'reset' as the dragon put it, would he be forced to steal sheep, kill people, and... Continue the species?

Hiccup shuddered as the thought came to mind. He wasn't ready to have babies! He was only fifteen for Thor's sake! Even when he daydreamed about his (now improbable) future with Astrid, he never considered the idea of having a kid. Not that Astrid would ever consider him a love interest. He'd probably have a better chance with a feral female dragon than he would with her.

...

Hiccup collapsed to his stomach as the irony of that last thought hit him like a hammer to the face. His life was over! He would never be able to be a part of the village now! For the third time that day, Hiccup began to sob, his body curling in on itself as he whimpered silently for his mother.

The fire had now dwindled down to just embers. The sun had completely set and the moonlight streamed down on the island along with the cold winter wind.

The passive expression on the Night Fury's face melted into one of pity. As tired as it was of the humans crying, it just couldn't help but feel bad for him. Especially when it had just read his mind and cringed at all the disturbing thoughts. This boy really had nothing to live for anymore. No home, no parents, not even a mate to care for.

The Night Fury sighed, knowing that what he was going to do next would be as hard for him as it would be on the human.