How To Live a Dragon's Life

Author's note:

Well everyone, this is my second story about HTTYD. However I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes that may follow:

1) English is my second language, so grammar and spelling mistakes may be seen regularly.
2) I hope I can describe every character's personality well. I'm not good at describing characters I'm not really a fan of.

The Summary:

What if Hiccup did kill Toothless? As punishment by the gods, he is turned into a Night Fury himself. Is there still hope for peace between dragons and Vikings? It's all up to Hiccup. And it ain't easy, a dragon's life.

Warning: This chapter may be a bit gory and some Toothless fans may feel angry!

There are many stories about Hiccup turning into a dragon, but I'm a big fan of them. That's why I decided to write one as well.

That is all! Let the story begin!



Pleading eyes looked up at the small Viking boy. The dragon didn't struggle to free himself from his bonds. It was no use, he had tried all night, with no success. He looked at the boy who had raised his weapon, ready to plunge it into his heart.

'I'm a Viking, I'M A VIKING' the boy screamed, but he looked frightened. With a more determined look on his face than a few seconds ago he once again raised his weapon. He opened his eyes and looked me, as if he wasn't so sure if he could go through with it.  Please don't do it, I growled. Yes, I admit it. I, the mighty Night Fury am afraid. I don't want to die, not like this, all tied up like a fish in a net. The boy shook his head and again he raised that awful weapon. I groaned in defeat and laid my head back on the ground. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see my demise coming. The last thing that I felt before everything went dark was that cursed weapon piercing my heart, stopping it from beating forever.

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He did it. He finally proved that he was indeed a Viking. That thought however didn't stop his stomach from turning. He felt violently ill after seeing all of the blood of the dragon gushing out of it's wound. His shirt and vest was covered in blood and so were his hands. 'You know,' Hiccup said to himself 'Forget the whole, cut out your heart and taking it to my father, thing. I'll take my dad here.'

Stoick felt like he was getting a heart attack when he saw his son return to the village, covered in blood leaving a small trail of blood drops behind him. 'Hiccup! By Odin, what happened to you?' he shouted, running towards his son and grasping him firmly by his shoulders. 'I-I'm f-fine dad. I'm fine. It's….not my blood' Hiccup mumbled. 'Then who's blood is it?' Stoick was shaking his son a little now. 'The…Night Fury's.'
'This is no time for jokes son.' Stoick replied, slowly getting angrier, his face turning red. 'I'm not joking dad!' Hiccup said while pushing his father's hands off his shoulders. 'Follow me and see for yourselves.'
'This ought to be good' one Viking muttered to another as he nudged him.

Surprised maybe wasn't the right word to describe the Viking's faces. Gobsmacked came a little bit closer to the right description. Everyone was silent as they gazed at the Night Fury's body, that was now laying in a pool of blood. The dagger was still sticking out of the dragon's chest. Hiccup felt very uncomfortable to be back at this place again, as if unseen eyes were gazing at him, judging him for what he had done. Did he do the right thing to kill the dragon? Hiccup began to have serious doubts, his breathing quickened and he began to panic. He hoped the others didn't notice it. He jumped a little when his father suddenly shouted. 'My son is finally a dragon slayer! I'd never thought I'd live long enough to witness such an amazing event. Three cheers for Hiccup!'
All the Vikings cheered and clapped. A crowd gathered around Hiccup and threw him in the air. He was patted on the shoulder, till they felt bruised. He was friendly stomped on the arms, bruising them even further. A party was given in honor of Hiccup, for killing one of the rarest and most dangerous dragons. The head of the Night Fury was cut off and mounted above the door case of Hiccup's house. This, Hiccup did not like at all. He retreated back to his room, not in the mood for a party.

He sat on his bed with his head in his hands, slowly rubbing his tired eyes. Did I do the right thing? This question was repeating in his head over and over again. His mind's eye kept repeating another scene as well, the pleading, green eyes of the dragon. As if it was begging him not to kill him. And still……he did it. Hiccup felt terrible, he felt like he was a monster.  He let himself fall on his back and closed his eyes, a few minutes later he was fast asleep.

A couple of hours later he woke up, surrounded in pitch black darkness. The whole village was deathly still. It seemed the party was over and everyone was sound asleep. Suddenly Hiccup heard an eerie sound, to him it soundly like many voices were whispering. He got up from his bed and went outside. Beer mugs and various bones were scattered across the ground. Looked like all the Vikings had a great feast. The sound of whispering got louder and the knot in Hiccup's stomach tightened. He searched his surroundings to pinpoint where exactly the noise came from. It sounded like it came from above the door case. He slowly turned his head towards the house, afraid of what he would see. His eyes widened when he saw the eyes of the mounted head glowing. Hiccup's face was illuminated by the glow of the Fury's cold eyes. Suddenly a huge shadow sprung towards Hiccup. The ghostly head emerged from the mounted head and was followed by a body, also in shadow form. The creature existed entirely out of shadow and it had the shape of the dragon Hiccup had slain.

The thing jumped onto Hiccup and pinned him against the floor without making a sound. Hiccup wanted to scream, but he was unable to. The creature stared at him, it's pupil-less eyes narrowed. It opened it's mouth and exhaled a smoke-like substance. The smoke crept into Hiccup's mouth, ears and nose. He desperately tried not to inhale the substance, but it looked like the smoke had a mind of it's own. Then the shadow creature vanished into thin air. Hiccup groaned and clutched his sides, a burning pain was spreading across his body. His whole body was in pain, from the top of his head to the sole of his feet. His bones made crackling sounds and started to expand. His fingers were webbed and started to transform into wings. Two new limbs emerged from his chest and it's fingers were claw-like. Hiccup still was unable to scream, but he could hear how his groans of pain turned into growls. With his mouth, which were now filled with razor-sharp teeth, he ripped his clothes off him because they were too small for his growing body. Then the transformation was complete and where once Hiccup was, stood now a dragon. Hiccup's lizard-like eyes almost popped out of his head of fright. He looked his new formed body up and down. He was a dragon! Hiccup finally could scream, only it was not a scream, it was a deafening roar.

'I'm a dragon! I'm a dragon! 'I'm a dragon! Oh Gods, please no!!!' Hiccup thought over and over again, while wildly stomping around. He tripped and got caught in his massive wings. He tried to wriggle himself free when a voice suddenly shouted: 'Who's making such a racket!' The door in Hiccup's house was swung open and an angry looking Stoick stepped outside. He froze when he saw the dragon laying on the ground, it had pieces of Hiccup's shirt stuck between his teeth.

'Hiccup! No! You…You monster!' Stoick screamed, an immense hatred burning in his eyes. Stoick grabbed his axe and ran towards the helpless dragon. 'Dad! Wait dad, it's me!' Hiccup screamed, he tossed and turned and finally was able to unravel his wings. Hiccup stood up and barely managed to jump away from the axe his father was flinging around. 'Don't hurt me, please! Dad, I'm your son!' But all Stoick could hear were the roars of a dragon. Hiccup ran away, out of the village, his wings being dragged on the ground while leaving marks behind. 'Get that monster! It has killed my son!' He heard his father shout. Hiccup reached the forest and was slowed down by the trees. His wings continuously got caught up in the branches, he managed to tear them off and free himself. He looked back at the village, the angry Vikings looked like small ants to him, he must've run really fast! Unfortunately Hiccup did not notices that he was running towards a small cliff. He felt the earth vanish beneath his paws and he tumbled, while roaring frightened, into a small cove. Landing on his head, he felt his consciousness slipping away and he passed out.


I realize that my story looks an awful lot like Brother Bear, but I promise to try and keep it original! I hope you readers have enjoyed my story so far! I'll try to write the second chapter as soon as I can.