The Rebirth Of A Dragon

Hiccup's Point of View

Morning sunlight filtered through the trees like golden rivers, spilling across the soft grass outside our cabin. The forest above the cove whispered with a gentle breeze, and the distant rush of the hidden waterfall was the only sound that dared speak—aside from the giggles of a little girl darting between the trees.

Freya.

My daughter.

She had only been part of my world for a short time, and yet... it felt as though the universe had never existed without her. She had slipped into my heart like she had always belonged there—as if time itself had bent backward to correct what had once been missing.

Her laughter, light and wild, echoed through the cove as she danced among the trees. She moved with a grace that was still finding its rhythm, her small black Night Fury wings fluttering awkwardly with excitement, her tail swaying behind her like a curious whip of shadow.

Her hair, as dark and untamed as Luna's, caught the morning light in brief glints of onyx. Her skin was no longer that of a child born of humans—it shimmered subtly beneath her tunic, a soft, scaled pattern dancing just beneath the surface of her arms and cheeks. Her claws, though tiny, already curved with quiet promise.

She was one of us.

And she was happy.

"EEP!"

She shrieked suddenly, spinning around with a pout as Veil, the invisible menace, shimmered into view just behind her and blew softly on the back of her neck.

"Veil! That's cheating!" she whined, flapping her little wings in protest.

Veil flickered out of sight again, the air shimmering where her amused smirk had been. Freya huffed, tail thumping the grass like a baby dragon about to pounce.

But her annoyance didn't last long.

With a bright, fanged grin, she bolted between the trees again—chasing her playmate with determination only a hatchling could muster.

I watched it all unfold in silence from the steps of our cabin, my arms resting loosely on my knees, tail coiled beside me like a serpent at rest. My wings were folded, the hybrid form I wore feeling more natural than flesh ever had.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

She was everything.

She was joy where there had been silence.

Warmth where there had been cold.

A light in the endless gray I'd once thought eternal.

She wasn't just my hatchling.

She was proof.

That the world didn't win. That my story didn't end in pain.

That even a creature like me—cold, broken, untrusting—could still be a father.

And not just any father.

A better one.

Not like Stoick, who only valued strength.

Not like Valka, who left her child to burn in the hell called berk.

Not like them.

I knew humans. I knew the worst of them—greedy, weak, cruel. But I also knew the truth others refused to see:

The sins of many did not mean the few deserved to suffer.

There were still innocents. Still sparks among the ash.

Freya had been one.

A tiny, brave spark in the darkness.

And now?

She was fire.

"She's gotten better at sensing Veil," a voice said behind me—warm, calm, edged with teasing.

Luna.

Her scent reached me before her steps—wild and intoxicating, the scent of skies before a storm. She stepped out beside me in her own hybrid form, her black scales catching the light like shifting shadow. Her wings were tucked, her claws silent on the cabin wood. She moved with the same deadly grace she always had.

A second presence followed, grounded but no less fierce.

Astrid.

Still human, still forged in flame, still mine.

She crossed her arms as she joined us, her sky-blue eyes fixed on Freya with a strange softness.

And for once, the silence that stretched between the three of us wasn't tense.

It wasn't strained.

It was... full.

Full of pride. Of peace. Of belonging.

Luna's tail brushed against mine with a subtle possessive flick.

Astrid stepped close, her shoulder brushing mine.

And in front of us—our daughter played like the world had never tried to break her.

I watched as her small wings flared with effort, her tail stabilizing her mid-turn like she had been born from sky and wind. She wasn't just mimicking us.

She was us.

Born of our bond. A child not of bloodlines, but of soullines.

And thanks to the meddling of a certain divine voice... of blood as well.

I didn't know whether to laugh or roar at the sky in triumph.

The gods had taken everything from me once.

Now?

They'd given me something greater.

A family.

A mate forged in darkness.

A second who walked through the storm and became her trough self.

And a hatchling born out of our love.

And the world... the world had no idea what it had just unleashed.

Then I felt Luna's tail brushed lightly against mine, and I looked at her. She smiled that slow, possessive smile that said you're mine without needing words. Astrid smirked slightly, then stepped closer to me. Luna stepped up beside me, her voice low and smooth—like silk draped over a freshly honed dagger.

"It's time."

I didn't move at first.

Only tilted my head slightly, claws twitching into the dirt.

"For what?"

She looked up toward the sky, eyes gleaming. Her wings stretched wide behind her, casting sharp shadows across the ground, tail flicking like a blade at rest.

"To speak to Berk," she murmured. "To begin your next move. The nest. The bait. The fall."

A grin curled her lips—beautiful and cruel.

"After all... the worms won't gut themselves. And there are still so many bones to break, love."

Astrid exhaled behind us, more amused than surprised, her arms folded and stance relaxed. But her eyes—those burned. They always burned, now.

My grin matched Luna's, dark and deliberate.

Right.

The move.

The next step.

The lie wrapped in hope, sharpened like a fang.

Let them think they'd been given something.

Let them follow the scent of salvation... into the jaws of death.

I turned my gaze toward the clearing again.

And there she was.

Freya, my little hatchling, spinning with her arms wide, her shadow trailing behind her like a second set of wings. She laughed as Veil danced just out of reach, shimmering in and out of visibility like the playful ghost she was.

Freya's black tail twitched, wings flapping uselessly as she jumped, trying to catch her target mid-fade.

Her laughter rang through the air—bright, wild, and oblivious to the crimson future her parents were carving in secret.

She didn't know the world I had crawled through to give her this peace.

Didn't know the blood I'd spilled, the bones I'd shattered, or the mercy I refused to grant.

But she would know love.

She would know power.

She would know what it meant to belong to something greater than humanity.

If Berk—or anyone else—dared threaten that?

Then let them come.

I would show them just how deep a monster could love.

And how violently it could protect.

I stood slowly, wings flaring wide with quiet menace before folding in again.

"Then let's begin," I said, turning to Luna and Astrid.

"It's time they saw what they made."

Time they faced the consequences of their cruelty.

Time they stood before the thing they created...

And learned that the storm doesn't knock.

It devours.

⸻

"TAG!"

The bloodlust shattered like glass under sunlight.

Freya came flying out of nowhere and smacked Luna on the thigh with all the force of a determined hatchling.

"Mama, you're IT!"

Luna blinked.

Astrid choked back a laugh.

I... blinked once.

Then laughed—a full, deep, wild sound that rumbled from my chest like thunder.

Even Luna broke into a startled snort, glancing down at the tiny ball of chaos grinning up at her with pride.

"Oh?" Luna asked, crouching low with a wicked smirk. "Did you just declare war, hatchling?"

Freya's eyes lit up.

"I did!" she squeaked. "Now you have to catch us!"

Veil, ever the instigator, flickered into view beside Astrid. "I'm going high," she said, shimmering out of sight. "Good luck, Mama~"

Astrid rolled her shoulders. "Alright. Who's on whose side?"

"Everyone against Luna," I said quickly, already backing up.

"You bastard," Luna muttered—and leapt.

Freya shrieked and took off between the trees. Astrid sprinted left. I bolted right. Wings unfurled behind me as I vaulted over a fallen branch and launched into the air, a low growl of laughter in my throat.

The clearing became a battlefield.

Veil reappeared in midair just to flick Luna on the nose and vanished again. Luna hissed. Astrid juked left and right between trees. Freya panted and darted, wings flapping hard—so close to getting lift.

Then Luna tagged Astrid.

"Ha!" Luna grinned. "You're it, meatbag."

Astrid stopped cold. "Oh, you bitch."

Veil cackled from the treetops.

I landed just beside Freya.

Astrid looked up—and saw all three of us.

Me. Luna. Veil.

We took one collective step back... then lifted off in perfect sync.

Straight. Into. The. Sky.

Astrid's jaw dropped.

"Oh come on—!"

Freya squealed beside me, trying to keep up. "Wait for me!"

She jumped—wings flapping once, twice...

And then—

Thump.

She faceplanted into a patch of moss.

Luna and I burst out laughing.

Veil dropped low enough to poke her head down. "Hey, half-pint. Want a lift?"

Freya rolled over, spitting moss out of her mouth. "This is favoritism!"

"No," I grinned, landing beside her and lifting her gently into my arms, "this is evolution, little one."

She pouted. "I'm getting a catapult."

"You'll get two."

⸻

We soared together, Luna to my right, Freya in my arms, Veil trailing behind, and Astrid throwing leaves at us from below like a frustrated barbarian.

The air was full of joy.

Of fangs bared in laughter.

Of wings slicing sunlight.

For now, there was no war.

No plan.

No lies.

Only us.

The family that the world had tried to break.

The monsters that refused to die.

And the child that gave us a reason to burn it all down with a smile.