Prologue

Hi everyone! This is my first HTTYD fanfic, I hope you'll enjoy it, I'm pretty excited to start it! The plot was inspired by Princess Mononoke as you might have guessed, but the plot will be different, Mononoke was only an inspiration for it.

Just a precision, in this story Night Furies aren't rare, Toothless is far from being the only one. I always thought it was a shame not to have other Night Furies, so don't be surprised if there are other cute black dragons around!

Edit: the chapters will be edited and reposted, I won't change the story but try to correct some mistakes.

Tonight, Stoick was fighting a big Monstrous Nightmare, helped by his brother Spitelout. Another attack was taking place, yet there weren't many dragons so the warriors didn't feel too worried. They saw worse, after all Berk was going through those random attacks since generations, they were used to it. Stoick hit the big beast hard on the head, knocking it down. To tell the truth he wasn't unhappy to have dragons to fight, they served as a good outlet since his wife died.

Valka used to be one of the best warriors on this island but even the best warriors could die during a fight, and it happened to her. The outcasts and that damned Alvin attacked them some month ago and though their attack on Berk had failed, they lost some beloved and respected warriors, the chief's wife being one of them. Now Stoick was a widow and a single father, with a two years old kid.

The chief loved his son, but it was hard at times to raise him alone. Plus he had to admit his son was quite clumsy and fragile, which wasn't really good for a Viking, especially a Viking Heir. Still, he was fond of the baby; little Hiccup had learned to say his name and liked to 'introduce' himself to people. There was also this birthmark the child possessed possessed: it looked much like one Stoick had, and they both got it on the same shoulder. Stoick liked to show this mark to his people, in order to demonstrate that this tiny baby already had in him to follow his path and also out of pure fatherly pride.

For now, Hiccup was home alone, and Stoick hoped that this fight wouldn't last too long even if it was good to fight. He and some other men were tying down the Monstrous Nightmare who was unable to fire anymore, when a house almost exploded.

"Night Fury!"

"We didn't need that," grumbled Stoic.

The Night Furies were attacking more and more recently, there was at least one of them during each attacks, the chief hoped that there would be none but sadly his wish wasn't granted.

"Archers and catapult, try to touch that beast, we'll get one of them!"

The chance to catch one was actually thin, they knew it, but they were stubborn Vikings and therefore wouldn't give in. Plus it would be really a glory to be the first Viking tribe to catch one of them. Stoick was giving orders when suddenly a blow made his house almost explode. The chief was almost overwhelmed with fear for his son when he saw that, Hiccup was inside! He ran and heard the infant crying out, relief washed through him: Hiccup was afraid and maybe hurt but alive. He was close to his home and even caught sight of his son in the middle of the fire when a big black form plunged toward the child and seized him in his jaw.

Stoick reacted immediately and tried to throw a bolas at the beast but failed, it was the Night Fury and those beasts were too fast. Stoick yelled loudly:

"Catch that beast, it caught the baby!"

Warriors tried to sight it, but the beast was nowhere to be seen, and soon they had to accept the truth: the monster had retired to devour the baby. When the sun came and the dragons left, Stoick looked at his house and fell on his knees. His son...His little boy was now dead, devoured...He had lost his wife and now it was his child, his flesh and blood, who was dead. He would never feel his tiny fingers wrap around his hand again, he would never hug him, would never see him grow up, he would never look at the birthmark again, he would never even see his son once more...Tears rolled on his cheeks. Spitelout went at his side, not knowing what to say, it was very rare to see his brother cry.

"I am so sorry..."

"You don't know how lucky you are," Stoic declared with sadness and anger.

"I know. You can avenge him at least."

Though his brother's word didn't have any effect at first, though Stoick stayed in that trance like state for hours, he eventually realised that his brother was right: he could at least avenge his son's death, he could hold on that. He would kill them all, dragons and outcasts would pay for taking his family.

Meanwhile, a big Night Fury named Calla was flying back to her island with a human child in her jaw. She wouldn't go to the Red Death today, instead she would fly back to her nest. The baby was now crying but she couldn't stop flying. The poor thing was certainly confused and scared, he went through a lot. When she had sighted him alone in the fire, her motherly instinct had kicked in and she had plunged to save the child, he had no parents around and he was in great danger.

When she reached her nest she was greeted by her cubs who moaned for her. She initially had three babies, sadly one of them died right after his birth, now only two remained: her daughter Thinpaws and her son Toothless. She put the human child in the nest and warned her children that he was no food. Thinpaws and Toothless were slightly scared by the baby's screams. Calla gave to the little one some licks to sooth him. What would she do with it? Bring him back to a human village? Would they take care of him well? The baby was still scared but he wasn't crying as loud as earlier. Toothless shyly approached, the baby noticed the dragon cub and eyed him with curiosity and a twinge of fear.

Toothless advanced toward him and sniffed his face, while Hiccup raised his hand tentatively to stroke the baby dragon. Though Toothless was at first surprised by this contact, he just sniffed the hand caressing him and gave it a slight lick, making Hiccup laugh out. Thinpaws, who was watching this, approached too and sniffed the newcomer before licking him too but on the face, making him laugh out again. The cubs liked that sound and were soon licking Hiccup just to hear him burst into laughter. Calla watched them tenderly: her cubs obviously liked the baby. Maybe she could keep him, after all she only had two cub, and she could take care of this one, even if he was human. She was happy to have three children again.

She extended her wing over the three, shielding them. The dragon cubs snuggled together against her chest and the baby joined them soon, enjoying the comfort it was providing. Then, Hiccup pointed a finger at himself and uttered:

"Hiccup!"

The cubs looked at him with a puzzled look, he did it again and Calla understood. She gave him a nudge with her snout:

"Your name is Hiccup? That's fine with me."

Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! I'll try to update soon!