Hiccups perspective

Two years ago

"Ah, the stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they Astrid?" I said, speaking to the girl lying on the ground beside me.

"Yep, they sure are." She replied, "Anyway, I should get home now. It's getting late."

"Ok, but you're sure you don't want to stay for dinner? Don't my dad's burnt pies sound delicious?" I asked sarcastically.

"When you put it that way, how could I refuse?" she laughed. We both knew my dad was terrible at cooking. Only, he couldn't tell.

"But seriously, I need to get home, my mum's gonna start worrying soon. Thanks for the help with my homework." She continued

"No probs. Do you want me to walk you home?" I queried

"I should be fine, thanks though."

"K, see you tomorrow Astrid. Get to deal with Scott then, yay!"

Scott was the school bully and he had a thing for injuring me, just for existing. My dad always made a complaint to the school board but they said there was nothing they could do about it as the abuse always happened off school grounds. I don't know why, but he doesn't like the name Scott, so he forces everyone to call him Snotlout for some reason. Just to piss him off, everyone who isn't in his gang calls him Scott anyway, including the teachers.

I watched as Astrid collected her things and walked out the door. And there was my dad, burning the food again and now the fire alarm was going off, good job dad.

"Dinners ready Henry!" his booming voice called out

Henry's my name by the way, but most people call me Hiccup. Just a thing our town does, all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, in a town called Berk, somewhere in central Western Australia.

I sat down at the table and looked at the mass of, whatever it is, onto my plate. My dad sat down opposite me and started to eat his dinner, a newspaper laid out in front of him. He didn't even notice me get up and tip my inedible dinner into the bin and grab a banana before heading back outside to continue admiring the stars.

Once he finished, I heard him pack away the dishes before shouting "Night Henry" and going off to bed, leaving me on my own in the garden.

I loved just being surrounded by nature, the wind blowing through the half-dead grass, trees rustling and the dragon currently flying overhead. Wait, what?! We didn't usually get dragons this far into the desert and seeing one was considered quite a rare thing.

The dragon circled over this part of the town for a few minutes before it started to fly up. It reached a point and turned around into a dive, heading straight for me! I tried to run in the other direction, but it felt like I was walking through wet cement, covered in mud then covered in flypaper. My feet wouldn't move.

The dragon got closer and fired a single shot of flashing purple light at me. It hit me square in the chest and I fell back. I felt consciousness start to slip away from me, before it finally did and I blacked out.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my head hurts. I thought to myself rolling over onto my front. I didn't know what the time was, so I decided to check the clock in the hallway. When I tried to stand up, it felt like there was something blocking me from rising. I looked back and was met by a long black-purple tail trailing behind me. I let out a soft scream and looked down at my hands. They too were the same colour as my new tail. I screamed again, then shushing myself as I didn't want to wake up my dad and let him see me as whatever I'd become.

I padded to the bathroom on my newly acquired paws. I tried to open the door but much to my dismay, my new feet/hand things didn't have opposable thumbs. I nudged the door handle with my head and the door opened. I walked in and lifted my front legs up onto the sink.

Staring back at me was the face of a Night Fury. Oh god, what do I do now? What is my dad going to think? I can fly! I can't go to school like this, I can fly! I'll be experimented on, I can fly! I just want to be back to my normal, yet scrawny self.

With the last thought, a tingling sensation started to make its way from the tip of my tail up to my enlarged head. I looked back in the mirror and saw my normal self staring back at me. What the?

I decided to try something. I thought of a Night Fury and, sure enough, I saw the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself looking back. To try something else, I went back outside to see if I could really fly.

It had taken me a while to figure out how to fly or even flap my new wings but I eventually got it. Flying was the most exhilarating thing ever. Soaring through the clouds as a Night Fury, what more could anyone ever want? I had only ever seen a Night Fury once while visiting a dragon rescue centre. It had stared him in the eyes as if to say, "Hello brother". Had that dragon known this would happen to me? So many questions, so few answers. I just decided to focus on flying, as this would never get old.