The Soul Of A Dragon (Hiccup X Reader)

Chapter 3- Berzerk

"What!?" Tuffnut explained, "you can't! We ride the same dragon! If you quit, then there is no Barf and Belch!"

"I'm sorry, I can't anymore. Not with her." Ruffnut walked away. 

Oh, Thor, what did I just do?

***

Gobber lead me to chief Haddock's house. Thinking of haddock made me hungry, although the meal back at the ship filled my shrunken stomach up. It's haddock we're talking about here. I opened the door. The room felt homey with furs hanging on the walls and a desk in the middle of the room. Behind the desk was a beautiful fireplace. For someone who likes the cold, I accepted the heat gratefully. 

"You must be the girl my son rescued. Come on in. Take a seat," he said with caution. 

I took a seat on a bench with soft furs. They felt warm against my back. 

"What's your name, lass?" 

"(Y/n)," I replied. 

The chief nodded, "Where is your home?"

"I live on the island Hysteria." (if you read the books, you would know what I am talking about)

"Hysteria, huh? Interesting. I never knew there were residence there."

"It's just me," I lied, "there's not much to see." I'm not about to reveal my village to strangers. I may be grateful for these Berserkers rescuing me, but I won't trust someone so easily. Been there, done that, and got stabbed in the back. Literally speaking. 

"Just yourself? I hardly believe that. A young lass like you couldn't been by yourself. Any parents? Relatives? Siblings?"

I went silent for a moment, debating on answering honestly. "I have a brother."

"That young fellow that was with you?"

"Aye."

"Well, welcome to Berk. If you are hungry, there is food in the Great Hall. If you need weapons or armor, see Gobber and he will size you up for some. Any questions, feel free to see me or my son." 

I nodded, "thank you, sir." I got up to leave. 

"One more thing."

I turned to face him.

"Never sneak up on a monstrous night-terror when he is eating. Not unless you want to turn into a fire-roasted s'more."

***

Hiccup was in his room, writing in his journal. He always keeps a journal by his bed to collect all the memories of the day. His journal is a doorway to his mind. It's where he keeps his inspiration and dreams, and all the stupid stuff Toothless does on the daily. Yesterday, he was chasing a dog, only to get scolded by the dog's master. Let's just say, he never went near that dog or the master ever since. His pettiness won't even look in the direction of their house. As much as he loved the night fury, he can't help but shake his head at the beast. 

"Oh, Toothless, what am I going to do with you?" Hiccup said. 

Toothless looked over at Hiccup and mumbled something in Dragonese. 

"Don't give me that," Hiccup said, then closed his journal, putting it back on his nightstand. "Ready to do a night time ride, boy?"

Toothless perked up in excitement. He leaped over to his rider and circled him. Hiccup laughed at his dragon's silliness. 

"Alright, calm down bud." Hiccup told his overly excited dragon. He adjusted Toothless's saddle for flight. He won't make the mistake on not adjusting the straps. Not since the time the saddle got loose once. It was uncomfortable for both him and his scaley friend. 

A knock came to the door. Hiccup opened it to find Ashton outside the door. 

"Can I help you?" Hiccup asked. 

"Have you seen my sister?"

"No, I haven't. She might be staying with Astrid for the night."

"Oh. Well, thank you." He walked off. 

"Hey. If you need someplace to stay, Gobber might take you in, or you could stay with me and my dad."

"Oh, that's alright. I'll find someplace for the night." He disappeared into the night. Hiccup furrowed his eyebrows. 

"What a weird kid," he said to himself, then looked back at Toothless. The dragon tilted his head. 

In no time at all, Toothless and Hiccup were soaring in the air. The brisk night wind caught in Hiccup's hair. The low roar of the air gave him peace and harmony. If it was possible, he would be in the sky all the time. Alas, it was simply impossible. He wasn't a dragon, as much as he hated to admit it. 

Hiccup spotted lights below. Perhaps it were ships. Friend or foe, he wanted to check it out, but it wasn't safe. If it were hunters, he wouldn't have any back-up in case they put up a fight. Even though he has a really powerful dragon, it wasn't worth the risk. He ignored the ships and continued on. 

If only I could fly like a dragon... 
If only I could breathe fire like a dragon... 
If only I was free like a dragon... 

It would be a dream come true. He didn't want to be chief. It would be too much responsibility. He wants to explore the whole world, make new friend, and perhaps have a family.... No. That last one would be too hard. There is so much out there that hasn't been discovered yet. So many breeds of dragons that haven't been seen by the human eye. 

And more importantly, are there any more night furies. There hasn't been any sign of them, but Toothless can't be the last one, right? 

Also, no one has ever seen a rainbow dragon. Is it possible that there are dragons with more than one main color? Maybe there are dragons with tiger stripes. Or floppy ears. Or fur. Or bird-like wings. Or even eight legs like a spider!

So much to see in such a short life to live.... 

It almost seems pointless, but Hiccup was determined. It was his mission to record all dragon breeds for the future generations. Everyone needs to know that dragons are indeed good. Maybe it would top people from hunting him. Maybe, just maybe. But he knows that not all people would be on board, but at least he will try to change their minds. 

I won't stop until everyone sees that dragons are not monsters. They're not demons. They have feelings, just like you and me. Stop hurting them. Stop hunting them. Please, Thor, let them know!

After flying for what felt like an hour, Hiccup returned back to Berk. Toothless slurped up water from the watering station for the dragon (or other creatures, whatever you prefer.) Once did he see a crazed viking drinking from the watering station. He didn't want to flash back on the memory. Let's just say that the man got sick afterwards. 

He flopped onto his bed just as the first light shined through the window. Neighbor Diana's rooster crowed in "good morning." Hiccup groaned and put his arm over his eyes. He had once again pulled an all nighter. This is going to be a long day.