A/N: I watched all HTTYD franchise, including Book of Dragons and Gift of Night Fury. Now I'm totally waiting for the TV series to show up so I can watch more of the franchise. I have been craving to write this version of HTTYD ever since I've been RPing scenes like these. So I just decide to just fuck it and do it
Disclaimer: I do not own whatever was used (except OCs) to make this fanfic, but I totally wish I own Toothcup pairings!
HOW TO LOVE YOUR DRAGON
Hiccup looked up from his notebook where it had a drawn map of the island, covered in X's, peeking over a gorge, expectantly. Seeing nothing, he added another 'X' to the page, then scratched his pencil over the whole map in frustration. He snapped the book closed and pocketed it.
"Ugh, the gods hate me," Hiccup groaned as he kicked at a random stone. "Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!"
Frustrated, he whacked a low-hanging branch. It snapped back at him, hitting him in the face as if in retaliation. Cursing his rotten luck and the stupid family secret that was the root of it all, he looked up to see a snapped tree trunk. His eyes followed it to a long trench of up-turned earth.
Suspicious, he followed the trail that led him up a small slope and, peeking out of the slope, he saw a dragon. Gasping, he ducked, thinking it saw him and would attack him, but when nothing happened, he peeked out again and saw that the dragon was downed, its body and tail tangled in a bola. He'd recognize that bola anywhere; it was his own handicraft. The dragon itself was black as night and appeared dead, and it dawned to him that he had finally found the Night Fury he had snagged the night before. Gaining hope, Hiccup approached the dragon's body, beaming.
"Oh, wow," Hiccup could hardly contain his excitement. "I did it. I did it. This fixes everything. Yes!" he struck a victory pose, planting his foot on the fallen Night Fury. "I have brought down this mighty beast…!"
Hiccup was taken by surprise when the dragon suddenly shifted. Exclaiming in shock, he sprung back, terrified, as he brought out his hunting dagger, turning his blade on it. Rattled, Hiccup crept along the length of the weak, wounded dragon, dagger poised to strike. As he reached the head, Hiccup found the Night Fury staring coldly at him. He tried to look away, but he was weirdly and morbidly drawn back to its unnerving, unflinching stare. Putting up a brave front, he brandished his dagger, holding it tight, readying himself against the dragon safety tangled in the ropes.
"I'm going to kill you, Dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking…I'm a VIKING!" Hiccup stressed his last word as he raised the dagger, determined to prove his Viking-ness. He could hear the dragon's labored breathing and stole a look to see the dragon widened its eyes at him, locking their gazes together. There was something about that look that felt utterly familiar to him, something that he had seen somewhere, somewhere deep within himself…
No! he thought, shaking his head as he shut them tight, raising the dagger higher above his head. No, don't falter now! This is your chance, your chance to prove once and for all that you are not the runt of the tribe anymore! This is your big break! Dad will respect you, people will love you, the gang will hang out with you and Astrid will finally notice you and let you ask her out on a date. This is all you now! All you…
He could hear the Night Fury growled in defeat as it closed its eye and lowered its head, resigned to its fate.
Come on, come on, do it! Do it!
His breathing went a little ragged, trying to fight himself, convince himself that this was all worth it, that he would get the fame, fortune and respect he deserved.
After much internal war with himself, he lowered his dagger with a frustrated sigh. He looked over the dragon's chaffed rope wounds and felt a sudden wave of shame flooding his heart.
"I did this…"
He turned to leave, but not without stealing a last glance back at the dragon. He sighed. He couldn't leave the dragon there all alone, tied up and defenseless. It would be no different than trying to kill it in the first place. He checked over his shoulder to ensure that no one is watching, then hurried back to cut the ropes.
He didn't realize that the Night Fury's eyes shot open the moment he started cutting the ropes. He didn't notice the dragon watching his every move as he hurriedly saw through them. By the time he was done, he realized too late as the dragon suddenly pounced onto him without warning.
In a blur, the dragon is upon him, pinning Hiccup down, grazing his neck, looking like it's about to kill him. To say that Hiccup was paralyzed with fear was an understatement. He was terrified, mortified, fearful for his life and everything in between. As the dragon's breath ruffled his hair, Hiccup opened his eyes to find the Night Fury's wolf-like stare boring into him. The eyes were pure on vengeance and hell-bent on the kill.
This is it…! he thought in resignation. This is it! I'm going to die! I'm going to either be burnt into a crisp or become dragon food, or BOTH! Oh gods, oh gods, why didn't I kill it? Why didn't I just kill it…
As he waited for the killing blow, he was again taken by surprise when he felt his clothes being torn into shreds till there was nothing left but his boots and bare skin before he was being flipped onto his stomach and razor-sharp teeth clamping down onto his neck. He thought the dragon did not want to eat him with his clothes on, but it was far from having him for dragon chow. He realized that the dragon did not pierce skin, and instead of biting down and decapitating him or clawing him into meat threads, it was actually showing interest on his lower half of his body, the one that he had kept hidden from the world for so long.
Before he knew it, a sharp pain shot him between his legs as he felt an intrusion within him. He couldn't hold back a scream as he felt as if he was being torn in half again and again. Every time he tried to struggle, he could feel the dragon's teeth adding pressure to his neck, threatening to break skin. He could feel the dragon's member slamming into him over and over again, the sheer size of it spreading and stretching him painfully. He couldn't even control the tears of pain as he sobbed in agony throughout the whole ordeal. He couldn't do anything else but cry and scream for help in vain with the threat of death around his neck. He could literally feel himself bleeding down his thighs as the dragon ravaged him for what felt like forever, and before he could stop it, he could feel its massive seed filling him up as the dragon roared out its climax.
Once the dragon pulled out, leaving him soaked and leaking with its seed, Hiccup saw the dragon drawing a deep breath, as though it was about to torch him. Hiccup braced himself again, but instead it let out an ear-piercing scream at his face. It then turned and took flight, flapping violently through the canopy of trees. It bashed against a nearby mountain side, recovered, and dropped out of view some distance away.
Hiccup struggled to his feet and staggered a few steps before collapsing to his knees, and falling back to the ground. He was not naïve not to know what just happened to him, but he couldn't believe that of all the people in the world, a dragon—the most feared and the hardest-to-catch legendary dragon of all, in fact—had to find out about the family secret that he and his family had guarded for life. He had never felt so humiliated in his whole life, and while he had his share of broken bones and bruising, this was by far the worst pain he had ever felt for as long as he lived.
Without caring that he was still naked, he lay there on the grass crying and sobbing the hardest he had ever done until he fainted from sheer trauma.
It was nightfall before Hiccup managed to get on his feet and staggered his way back to the village. Thankfully the village lighter has yet to light up the public torches, so he managed to blend into the darkness in the nude—since his clothes were less than wearable—and managed to snag a sheepskin cloak from the washing line to cover himself before he entered his home.
He hoped he wouldn't have to see his father, but no such luck. There was Stoick, seated at the living room, slouched over the fire-pit, stirring the coals with his axe. Hiccup tried to sneak past, up the stairs to his room, hoping that Stoick did not see him, and again, no such luck when he lifted his head without looking at him.
"Dad. Uh…" Hiccup wrapped the cloak tighter around him, trying not to be defensive as Stoick stood up and turned to him.
"I need to speak with you, son," Stoick noticed the cloak and raised a brow. "What are you doing with my cloak around you?"
"Oh, uh, well, uh, I was just, you know, uh…" Hiccup stammered a bit, trying to come up with an excuse on the fly. "I was…you know, taking a dip at the beach down in the Wild Zone…and, uh…somehow I kinda, heh, lost my clothes to the sea. Just drifted away, haha, and I had to wait till night time to, uh, come home so no one would…"
"A dip? A dip?" Stoick growled, stomping towards him. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is if someone saw you like that? Are you trying to embarrass me more by letting out our family secret? Did someone see you? Did they?"
"No! No, no, no, Dad, no!" Hiccup backed up, wrapping the cloak around even tighter. The last thing he'd want was Stoick to see what was underneath that cloak and covered about his skin. "Why did you think I waited till nightfall to come back? Geez, I was being careful! I can't help it if my clothes are gone. Sheesh! No one saw me, OK?"
"Good, good, that's good," Stoick sighed in relief. "Go get cleaned up and get dressed first. I'll tell you what I have in mind later."
Hiccup nodded quietly and made his way to the bathing outhouse. The moment he was in, he gathered as much firewood as he could into the heater under the bathing tub, waited till the water was as hot as he could stand before climbing into the tub and submerged himself into the searing heat. He scrubbed and scrubbed himself clean from the filth of the rape until his skin was scrubbed raw and stung at the hot water, but he still felt so dirty. He felt like crying again when he was reminded of the soreness between his legs and the phantom pressure around his neck where the Night Fury subdued him and had its way with him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to just drown himself in that tub and be over and done with this shame he had, but he couldn't. He was a Viking, and Vikings don't balk from anything, at least that was what he had to remind himself before he reluctantly rinsed off and dried himself before reentering his house and dressed up.
"Shall we talk, son?" Stoick asked when he heard Hiccup coming back inside the house.
"I, uh…you know, I have to talk to you, Dad," Hiccup said as he approached his father, fully clothed.
"I think it's time you learn to fight dragons."
"I've decided I don't want to fight dragons."
Hiccup and Stoick realized they both spoke at the same moment.
"You go first," Stoick backed up a bit, allowing him leeway.
"No, you go first," Hiccup let him have the say.
"Alright. You get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning."
Hiccup had not expected that as he scrambled to retaliate.
"Oh man, I should've gone first. Uh, coz I was thinking, you know we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough bread-making Vikings, or small home-repair Vikings…"
"You'll need this," Stoick handed Hiccup his axe. Hiccup avoided taking it.
"I don't want to fight dragons."
"Come on. Yes, you do."
"Rephrase. Dad, I can't kill dragons."
"But you will kill dragons," Stoick tried to sound enthusiastic.
"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't," Hiccup looked down, not exactly lying after what just happened to him.
"It's time, Hiccup."
"Can you not hear me?" Hiccup asked exasperatedly, trying to get him to understand without letting him know about the…incident.
"This is serious, son!" Stoick forced the axe into Hiccup's hands, equally exasperated, the weight of the axe dragging Hiccup down. "When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of…" he did the same gestures as Gobber did, "…this."
"You just gestured to all of me," Hiccup grumbled, tired of this patronizing talk.
"This conversation is feeling very one-sided…"
Hiccup glanced at the axe in his hands and sighed. This was a no-win argument. There was nothing he could do to convince his father otherwise.
"Good. Train hard," Stoick replied in satisfaction, grabbing his helmet and duffel bag. "I'll be back. Probably."
"And I'll be here," Hiccup stared at his axe, avoiding eye-contact with Stoick. "Maybe."
Nodding, Stoick headed out the door, leaving Hiccup holding the axe. Though, as soon as the door shut before him, Hiccup threw the axe to the floor and made a mad dash towards the stairs and to his bed. Vikings be damned tonight as he sobbed quietly under the covers till he cried himself to sleep.
A/N: Poor Hiccup. The one time he needed his dad's support and he was shunned for it. We'll see how this thing turns out then. Reviews plz!