Me: I have been wanting to try this idea for a while now. I saw maybe a few Dragon!Hiccup fics and plenty of Human!Toothless fics but I wonder what would happen of the two traded spots? Like Hiccup becomes a dragon and Toothless became a human? Of course, a lot of things will have to change but I'm going to keep a few things canon. There are going to be rarely any type of romance considering this and that but I'll try to keep it as much as close to the story line as possible… yeah, that's going to be really tough. I'm not sure if I could continue this due to how busy I am but this is also to give some of you an idea for a fanfiction like this? If not, then I'll try to make weekly (most likely monthly) updates so I'm sorry for the wait beforehand.

(Btw for all of my other fans of my other stories. Yes, I know I need to update (whatever story I need to update) but it's junior year and I'm swamped. So I'm sorry for the long, very long, wait and I will get to them as soon as I can. As soon as I can. Which would probably be later.)

This is Berk

This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing-to-death; not that freezing-to-death is a problem for us, of course. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My Land –in a word?– sturdy. We have lived here for seven generations, but every single corner, nook, cranny, cliff, pillar, and land looks devastatingly worn over and burnt (it's wonder how most of the isle is still green with lush grass). We have fish we can fish, a few live stocks that are spread out among the green meadows, some wild animals we can hunt and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pest.

Hiccup's black-scaled cover head shot up as he can hear the cries of war coming from the shore of Berk advancing closer to the den of his people. In turn, the other dragons cried out their own battle cry, sounding the signal for another blood filled battle.

The black dragon shivered as he can smell the slight scent of blood though the battle is only just a few minutes in. He doesn't know whether it's his people's blood or whether it came from the furless monsters.

You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. Even less so when you're a dragon.

But we have-

Hiccup instantly jumps up to his feet, scooting closer to the darkness and deeper into his cave-like den as he heard the voices of their intruders.

There, walking out in front at the entrance of his family's den, he saw the horrific, slightly ugly, creatures in all their bulky mass carrying weapons of iron (which he knows to be called swords and hammers) looking quite intimidating with their fur-covered paws (Feet he reminds himself), beefy forelegs (wait, they called them arms), horned helmets (the horns probably came from the dragons they killed themselves) and soft-looking fur on their face (they called them beards if the dragon remembers specifically).

Hiccup couldn't help but make a quiet grumble of recognition, so quiet that he's pretty sure that only he could hear it, and close his eyes, knowing very well that his bright forest green eyes would give him away in the darkness.

If you translate the grumble from Dragonese to Norwegian, you would hear him whisper the word: Humans.

The black dragon's ears prop up as he heard a screech from a Self-Flamer (what they called the Monstrous Nightmare) and the men quickly scurried away from the cave as the very same dragon he had heard shot a stream of fire at them. Counting to ten, his ears wiggling slightly to catch any kind of noise that would warn him of imminent danger, he slowly treads towards the entrance of his den. And when he saw that the coast is clear, most of the dragons and the humans at the makeshift battle field located at the area full of natural pillars that is between the cliffs filled with the dens of dragons and the coast of Berk, he dash out and decided to join the war.

Most people would leave- not us. We're Dragons. We have… possessiveness and stubbornness issues. Once we marked a territory, we wouldn't leave it unless otherwise (which is either death or banishment).

Using his speed to his advantage, Hiccup made sure to keep himself in the shadows where there is less likely for a human to see him (or one of his people for that matter…) and ran towards Metal-Weapon-Research-Center (or Black Smith Shop, like where the humans would make their weapons), swiftly and silently dodging and weaving around humans and dragons through the uneven pillars of different sizes like a track course.

My name is Hiccup. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worse. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls (though dragons are scarier than the two combined—it's mostly for the more troublesome hatchlings).

Hiccup ducks as a female Spikesbearer (humans called them Deadly Nadders) swoops down towards a particular bulky female human, both screaming at the top of their lungs towards the other as if making some sort of contest over it. The black dragon has an urge to roll his eyes at the sight in his ever sarcastic ways (though he would never do that in front of most of the other dragons—they would trounce him) but continue on his way towards the Black-Smith Shop hoping to contribute to the war in some way.

After going deeper and deeper into the battle field, still somehow hidden in the undeveloped eyes of the humans (Hiccup pride himself on being one of the only dragons in the clan who can see clearly in the dark and at night—well, the only thing he could be prideful of), Hiccup heard the screeches and roars of dragons from above in the skies telling him to go back to his cave and question why in the Hel he is out here. Of course, being use to all the (albeit hurtful) jabs and complaints he had heard repeatedly since he was a hatchling, Hiccup ignored them.

Halfway in the battlefield, Hiccup narrowly dodges an aimed fireball that was obviously meant for the human with the scary-looking, worn-out battle axe.

Like our charming Dragon demeanor wouldn't do that.

"Mornin'!" Screamed the flying Bodyboulder who had shot the fireball from above (Gronkles the humans called them) as he swooped in towards that very same human with vigor that only a dragon can contain.

Shaking his head slightly at how excited the dragon seemed to be, Hiccup continues to trek secretly towards his destination, not wanting to be seen by humans (he has pride that there hasn't been a human that had seen him yet—though others were quick to say that it gave him an advantage to hide his 'useless scaly butt' so that he wouldn't get in the way of anything) and a particular Self-Flamer…

On the way, more dragons began to realize his presence and many of them tried to discourage him by hissing and screeching for the fledgling to 'Go back to your den!' or 'Get out of here!' in a lovely subtle tone that is obviously implying that they do not want him to be out here. But that didn't deter him as much as the other criticisms and stabs he was given—not even when he ends up being pulled back from the same Self-Flamer he had been trying to avoid and narrowly missed an axe from splitting apart his chest.

"Hiccup!" The dragon who held that name flinch at the tone of frustration and aggravation, stuck between the ground and the other's claws.

The black dragon cautiously looking up at the Self-Flamer with the impressively large snout that can easily snatch up any prey the dragon so desired, a massive body that rivals many of his kind in size and strength and various intimidating horns and spikes is meant to both terrorize the humans and earn respect from the Dragons. His scales are brilliantly scarlet; a respectable color for their tribe considering that it would represent the colors of their flames more often than not, and his teeth and claws as sharp as the steel swords the humans carries around, even sharper if possible.

So he's not entirely comfortable in having to be caught in those claws (despite it had save him from dying a not-so-worthy death) and the narrowed, slit brown eyes that shown the Self-Flamer his annoyance and irritation towards him didn't help with his discomfort too.

"What is he doing out again– " The Self-Flamer then remembers that there is no way he'll get a decent answer back from the other dragons; they all want the fledgling to be out of the way while they are in the middle of war. "—what are you doing out?" The Self-Flamer then redirected the question towards him. Lifting his claws from the fledgling, Hiccup subtly releasing the breath he was holding, the scarlet dragon then uses his snout to shove Hiccup towards one of the dens in the cliff. "Get back inside!"

Hiccup tried hard not to pout –he didn't need to give anyone else another reason why he can't come out just because he's acting like a hatchling– as the Self-Flamer turn around back towards the war between humans and dragons.

That's Stoick the Vast. Leader of our tribe. They say when he was a hatchling, he could level armies that count up to at least a hundred of humans. Do I believe it?

The tribe leader then uses his spiked tail to knock at least a dozen of humans some good several feet away further from the dens with an ease that only he could perform.

Yes I do.

Hiccup uses the distraction, the Self-Flamer talking to a Bodyboulder about what kind of humans are here and how many there are, to instead head for the path that goes up towards the high ledges of the cliffs rather than the low leveled dens of where his fellow people would live in.

As he tread higher and higher up on the cliffs, he saw the battlefield much more extensively and watch in the corner of his eyes as some of the dragons in the sky began to light up the moss and the grass on top of the natural stone pillars, using them as a makeshift torch to see the world around them more clearly. The sight of the war happening on the very same isle he had grown up on, in a view where he could see all that is happening, always somehow make him feel nervous and jittery. Maybe because of the indecent amount of blood he could smell being spilled or the scent of death hanging around in some of the darkest corners he would usually go hide in. He doesn't know why but he finds himself at unease. It's probably just the excitement—he does look forward to somehow actually getting his first human kill. Then maybe they'll finally—

"Oh, nice fer yer to join the party!"

Before Hiccup could even notice it himself, he finds himself at the Black-Smith Shop. There he faced a long time old friend that is like a second father to him; Gobber, who is a Bodyboulder dragon.

He's as big as they can come for a Bodyboulder. Brown in color with specks of yellow from here to there. He's as hard-headed and as stubborn as any dragon of his kind but rightly so intelligent than most, despite what humans might think. He's very resilient and tough despite missing a hind leg and a fore leg; which were replaced by wooden sticks with large hooks at the end. One would think a cripple like Gobber (not that anyone would dare to call him cripple even out of sight) would be the outcast of the tribe but he manage to quickly gain their respect—especially after a rather gruesome demonstration on how well he can fight with his two new hooked weapons… beside, as long as you can breathe fire or fly like the rest, you're pretty much one of them. Unlike someone…

"I thought you'd been carried off! At this point, one would think that one of the Self-Flamers would already lug your stubborn scaly-hide in their jaws back to the dens with the other hatchlings."

Hiccup sputtered in indignation; though it happened plenty of times that one might think he would already be used to it. "What? Who me?" Hiccup questioned in a tone as if the notion itself is rather ridiculous. "Nah, I'm waaay too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with—well, all this."

As if trying to prove a point, Hiccup tried to push a wooden structure (Humans calls them catapult, though no one knows exactly how to use them) out of the cave –which is deemed to be the 'Black-Smith Shop'– and onto the ledge so some brawny dragon could lift it off and drop it onto the next unsuspecting human. The problem is that it might as well take a couple of moon cycles for him to actually get the thing to move a few meters from its original position.

Rolling his eyes in a way that only Gobber could roll his eyes, the Bodyboulder push the catapult the rest of the way out on the ledge, a Spikesbearer already taking the structure to drop on one of the human's dense head.

"Well, they'd need toothpicks, don't they?" Gobber teased with a toothy grin at the fledgling while Hiccup just huffed. But the other decided just to get back to work: collecting whatever human weapon the dragons deemed necessary enough to drop off on the ledge.

The meat-head with interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little… Well, littler.

Not only was Gobber famous for his idea of using the human's own weapons against them—but also for his vast knowledge on human weapons itself. And with those contributing factors, he created the Black-Smith Shop; an organization (which really only consist of Gobber and himself—the Bodyboulder claims that any other dragon is not suitable or delicate enough to work in his cave) that researches and collects human weapons for the good of the tribe (so the Bodyboulder said; Hiccup has a feeling he was just plainly curious at the hammers and the swords that are able to kill a dragon with ease depending on the human).

That and the tribe leader dictates that leaving human weapons around after a war or during a war could lead to some casualties (the casualties namely goes towards to Hiccup) and that it would be safer to dump the weapons in a place where humans couldn't get it.

In the distance, while using his tail to bring in the small pile of swords that have gathered on the ledge, the black dragon heard the village leader, Stoick, instructing some of the other Dragons to get into formation; which means while using either their fire breathing skills, or any other skills that could be used against the humans, the dragons are to gather the humans back to shore by not giving them an opportunity to go further, blocking their paths by either breathing fire or some other acceptable method that another dragon can use.

It's around that time that they decided to bring out the catapults. Anyone can tell by the big flying boulders in the dark sky, aiming to hit at least any dragon they could see. That and the fact that the ledge he is on had shook when a particular boulder had come in contact with the cliffs.

"Catapults!" One of the dragons warned, making sure that everyone is well aware that the big flying boulders of death are coming.

And as soon as the warning was voiced, five fledglings came off of the ground and went into the sky. But it wasn't long till they dive back down to the ground, aiming towards the catapults which are an easy target with their immense size and wooden structure.

All Hiccup could do is stare at them in awe and envy.

His green eyes first took a peek at the young Bodyboulder, the large dragon hurling himself onto the catapult which made the huge weapon tilt sideways until it crashes down on the sandy floor.

Oh, and that's Fishlegs—

Fishlegs is in the same age group as him—a fledgling. He's a beige Bodyboulder, bigger than the usual fledgling and a lot feebler than one would think for his immense size.

Hiccup then turn his gaze towards the young Self-Flamer of the group, sighing as the Self-Flamer decided to put himself on fire just to show off, doing some flaunting flying tricks afterwards before deciding to finally go ahead and destroy one of the catapults. Unfortunately, the Self-Flamer took too much time showing off and before he can even reach the catapult, it had launched another boulder, hitting some poor dragon out of the sky.

At that, the black dragon shook his head.

–Snotlout—

He's also in the same age group as him like Fishlegs. He's a scarlet Self-Flamer with black stripes that is supposed to make him look scarier than most. He's fairly buff and big though not exactly the biggest but his strength is something to be commendable about. Now only if his ego would go down a notch and then he'll be a fairly good Dragon Warrior too.

After assessing the Self-Flamer (his supposed cousin—so they say), he turns towards the two Double-minds (Hideous Zipplebacks—the humans called them), seeing the nest-siblings fighting over who gets to destroy which catapults until they decided to have a race to see who can destroy the same catapults first.

Hiccup felt a bit sorry for the humans to be in the middle of the twin's quarrels.

–The Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut—

While having twins are not uncommon for dragons (or triplets, quartets and quintuplets…) it is uncommon for the twins to actually look alike one another. Usually color or some other kind of feature would separate the siblings in some other way but both Ruffnut and Tuffnut are alike in many aspect. Except for gender. They both have the same green scales, same height, same yellow eyes, same horns and same fangs. They even have the same wing span together. The only difference is the obvious feminine features that Ruffnut has and the obvious masculine features that Tuffnut has.

–And—

The black dragon then quickly and excitedly turn towards the Spikesbearer of the group—the female leader practically. He watches with love-struck fascination at the gracefulness she has in the air before plummeting down towards another catapult, the last one, and release her own breath of fire. Without wasting any time, like most of the dragons, and with a flare he is sure only the Spikesbearer could have, the catapult went in flames in an array of red, orange and yellow that only seemed to highlight her sky-blue scales.

–Astrid...—

Hiccup did try his best to not look so stupid at his female dragon crush. But, if he had to defend himself, most of the other fledglings had done more stupid things than he has to get her attention. It's not his fault that she looks perfectly terrorizing as any dragon should be with her many spikes adorn on her body, sharp maroon claws and pointed pearly-white teeth or that at the same time, she still looks beautiful with her shiny light and dark blue scales mix in with a tasteful array of orange and yellow.

Yep, it's not his fault that she one of the most beautiful dragon of his age group.

The black dragon sighs as he watches the group of five flew in the night sky together like a single unit and team.

Oh their job is so much cooler.

Before Hiccup could even jump down from the ledge and join his fellow dragons in the front line, his large wings spanning in an attempt for flight, Gobber manages to hook onto his hind leg and drag him back into the cave.

"Aw come on! Let me out!" Hiccup pleaded as he looks longingly at the battle field though he didn't even try to struggle. There is no way Hiccup could struggling again Gobber's strength in the first place anyway. "I need to make my mark!"

"Oh, you made plenty of marks." There was a tone of sarcasm when Gobber had said that, using a burst of strength to skid the black dragon right in front of him and further away from the battle. "All in the wrong places!" The Bodyboulder pointed out.

This time, Hiccup let himself pout.

"Please two minutes." The small dragon begged as he tries to get pass the Black Smith by banking left to right several times. Unfortunately, Gobber is pretty good at maneuvering and so he was able to block Hiccup's way. "I'll kill a human. My life will get infinitely better!"

His mind flashes slightly towards the image of Astrid.

"I might even get a mate." He mumbled that last part but Gobber did hear him anyway, shaking his head. Hormonal fledglings.

"Look Hiccup. You can't fly—"

Hiccup frowned at the reminder, a reminder in which he doesn't want to be reminded of.

He doesn't know exactly why he couldn't fly. He has a larger wing span than most of the fledglings but despite so, he couldn't fly. He could glide but never had he really taste the feeling of what it would be like to go up to sky beyond the clouds and towards the sun and the stars. He remembers forlornly when the other fledglings would talk about their first time flying into the skies and the amazing sights they would see while he's still stuck on the ground trying to figure out why he couldn't fly. Whenever he tries to fly higher or turn left or right, he would end up falling, earning him some colorful bruises under his dark scales.

The black dragon took a peek at his tail, seeing only one fin adorn on it. Maybe that's the reason why. Because he only had one fin.

His green eyes went a bit dull at the thought—due to the fact that the only reason he had one fin in the first place because of these humans that…

"—You can't drop a capturer onto a human!"

In other words, nets. He can't even drop a net onto a human (there is also the fact that when he tries, he always ends up capturing one of his own). They are another kind of weapon the dragons would scavenge from the humans and very handy in capturing hunts, humans and the likes. Another reason why to curse his inability to fly; considering one would have to drop them from the air or throw them—two things he couldn't even perform (who knows that such a creation made from ropes would be so heavy?).

"—You can't even breathe fire!"

Actually, he could… but can't. It's a complicate thing with his tribe. His shots of fire are rather… explosively dangerous. He sadly cause more harm to his own kind rather than to the humans when he breathes fire. Not to mention the color of his flame: a mixture of blue and violet. It's already bad enough that he's practically the black sheep (no pun attended) of the tribe—he didn't need to have a weird colored fire burning inside of him to show it.

"I know, I know!" Hiccup groaned, not wanting to go over his flaws once again. He already had been reminded for what it seemed to be the hundredth times this month (either through teasing or through a blunt, factual lecture) and there is only so much abuse his confidence could take—if he still has any.

He knows very well how different he is from the other dragons; not only from the other fledglings of his age group but from the rest of the Berk tribe. He is what you would call an 'unknown species'.

Never through his entire life does Hiccup remember any other dragon that looks like him. The other dragons were always so colorful and diverse in looks but he's just—well black. With a hint of blue freckles that is spread all over his body but not that it actually matters. Not many people notice that almost invisible feature—or him in retrospect. He's a lot slicker and smoother than most of the dragons in his tribe and his scales are even shinier and cleaner than most of the female dragons (which earned him a lot more teasing) but of course, that doesn't matter, consider his lack of horns and/or spikes. All other features are ugly if there isn't a horn to accessorize it. Apparently, the more spikes/horns you have, the more fearsome you are.

Even humans have some adorn on their skulls!

In which Hiccup has none to add to his useless self.

Lovely.

At least he could retract his teeth and bring it out again just to entertain the hatchlings as much as he wants. That counts for something, right?

"Fine fine, I can't do a lot of dragonish things!" Hiccup admitted. "Buuuuttt…"

Gobber tries not to groan at the extended 'but' as Hiccup went to rummage through the "Unknown" pile of their human weapons collection. Nothing good comes with Hiccup prolonging the word "but" or him having to dig through the Unknown pile.

Sooner or later, the black dragon came out with a brown stick in his mouth—the stick that is claimed to be able to explode…

Gobber wisely back away just a little from the fledgling.

While the Black-Smith tries to figure out how in the world (or when in the world) did his apprentice discovered how the proclaimed 'exploding stick-thingy' works, he prepares himself for whatever idiotic thing that Hiccup decided to do; and he doesn't feel any better seeing the other walk back towards the ledge of their cave.

"This could shoot fire for me!" Hiccup reassured after he put down the brown stick of soon-to-be-destruction. And before the Bodyboulder could stop the black dragon from doing anything relatively stupid, Hiccup has already opened his mouth in an intake sort of notion and shot a small ball of blue/purplish flames at the rope poking out from one of the stick's end. Of course, he is able to lit up the stick according to the hissing sound it is making, but he didn't calculate how explosive his fire could be when it came into contact with either the ground or the rope-thingy—which ends up blowing the stick off the ledge and down towards an unsuspecting dragon from below… good thing dragons are pretty much fire proof.

"See!" Gobber exclaimed as he pull the fledgling back into the cave once again, ignoring the sound of explosions and the yelps of pain coming from below the cliffs. "Now this right 'ere is what I'm talkin' about!"

Hiccup sputtered in indignation. "It's, its—mild calibration issue—"

"No, Hiccup." Gobber interjected. "If you ever want to get out there to fight humans, you need to stop all…"

The Bodyboulder looks up and down at the black dragon as he uses his hooked fore paw to gesture—

"This."

"But you just pointed to all of me!" Hiccup complained in offense.

"Yes, that's it. Stop being all of you." Gobber confirmed, though what he said doesn't entirely make sense.

"Ooohhh, you sir are playing a dangerous game!" Hiccup tried to look as menacing as possible; putting himself in a pouncing posture, his eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit and his teeth bared—though the problem is that he didn't check whether is teeth are retracted or not. "Keeping this much raw dragon-ness contained… there'll be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances." Gobber deadpanned with a snort as he uses his head to stove Hiccup –quite easily one might added– towards the abandon pile of swords that had grown bigger since then.

"Swords. In Sword pile. Now." Gobber ordered before going back to do his work; categorizing and identifying weaponry.

Huffing, Hiccup did what he was commanded, going back to the sword pile and bringing them in. Sheesh, they're a lot heavier than anyone could give credit for.

One day, I'll get out there. Because killing a human…

Hiccup once again looks over to the battlefield, seeing smoke from various locations billowing from the ground. The screams, screeches and war-cries from both humans and dragons provided to be the background music for the night.

…is everything around here.

Pushing and pulling the pile of swords further into the cave, Hiccup continues to contemplate the likelihood of him actually killing a human while still being a fledgling.

A Sword-user is sure to get me at least noticed.

They were the kind of humans that are not overly bulky but are deadly skilled with the sword. As nimble and as agile as a Spikesbearer. He had seen some with two swords at their sides. Even three!

Hammer-users are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a mate.

They are the more bulky kind of humans—almost as big as a Bodyboulder. They are humans that could cave a dragon's skull in if they wish to. Hammer users can be thought of as Axe-users too.

A Spark-user. Exotic. They actually use fire and explosions against us. Twice the status because of so.

Spark-users are humans who would use these stick-like weapons to attack us. These sticks would explode when contacted with fire and while no one is sure how they work, they assumed it is something to do like what the Double-minds would do.

Then, there's the All-user. Only the best dragons go after those. They have a nasty habit of using every known weaponry they could grab and sometimes, all at once.

These humans are able to use every weapon they could find and sometimes simultaneously. It's quite dangerous facing a huge, bulking human with a sword, an axe, and a hammer all at once.

But the ultimate prize is the human no one's ever seen.

Hiccup's ear propped up at the loud echoing sizzle that is heard throughout the battle field, every other dragon doing the same. And that is really when the chaos had started.

We call it the—

"Night Fury!" One of the dragons warned, everyone trying to see where the attack would be coming from. "Get down!"

But before anyone could actually 'get down' meaning 'get out of the sky', the side of one of the flaming Self-Flamers exploded in an array of blue and purple –the color of Hiccup's flames– and the dragon let out a horrifying shriek of pain that would send shivers to every dragon in the area. Everyone watches in dreadfulness as the dragon fell down back to the earth.

"Get closer to the ground!" Hiccup heard Stoick screech as the tribe leader flew over to the injured Self-Flamer. Of course, everyone heeded the order and went down closer to the ground hoping the pillars would provide some form of protection from the fury of the night.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and—

Hiccup practically abandoned his work just to go out onto the ledge and look at what is happening. And when he did, another dragon was shot down –a Spikesbearer this time– to the ground in a display of purple and blue flames.

—never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That is why I'm going to be the first.

"Man the fort, Hiccup!"

The black dragon slightly jumps in alarm as he looks back at the Bodyboulder, the other already heading down towards the battlefield.

"They need me out there." But before the Black Smith could completely depart, Gobber gave Hiccup a meaningful stare which obviously say 'Don't get yourself killed' or 'Don't do anything stupid in general'. "Stay. Put. There."

Hiccup raises one of his eyes as if to question the other's capability to speak Dragonese.

"You know what I mean." Gobber huffed as he then finally leaves the ledge and into the battle.

The flightless dragon couldn't help but think how unfair that is. Gobber doesn't have two of his legs yet he's grounded here just because he can't fly. But that will soon change as soon as he gets to kill that Night Fury.

Hiccup snorted.

Easier said than done.

For one thing, how in the world can he kill the Night Fury if he can't find it? The human has never been seen before! Not to mention that he have to find a way to avoid all of its menacing shots. It's a wonder how a single human can reach up to the dragons that far in the air. If so, they would need a spot pretty up high to oversee the whole battle field…

That is when Hiccup realized something.

Up high.

Oversee the whole battle field.

And there is no place like that unless you were on the cliffs…

The black dragon quickly snaps his head up towards the top of the cliffs, his green eyes instantly catching a… figure… of a male human, handling a weapon that Hiccup barely recognize…

'No way…' Hiccup must be dreaming, right? Was the Night Fury actually that close to him since the beginning? Just right above him?

He does have to admit that the location is well thought-out and ingenious. There is no way anyone would pay attention to the cliffs considering there is a whole army of humans down at the shore instead. Plus, the light from the makeshift pillar torches that they use wouldn't be able to reach the far away up on top of the cliffs; no one would be able to see him because of the fact that he uses the shadows to his advantages. No one but him.

The misfit with the freaky green eyes that can see in the dark.

Without actually thinking his plan through, Hiccup slowly creeps into the shadows of the cliffs, gradually heading towards to the top where the creature called the Night Fury resides, not taking his eyes off the figure the whole way. Like a true dragon of the night, Hiccup did not made any sound while ascending upwards, all his usual clumsiness somehow disappeared. It's like all of his hunting instincts had finally switch on; his ears and sensors up, eyes wide and slightly slit, his teeth put in place. He felt his muscle (huh, never knew he had those) tense up and his claws sticking out slightly more than usual—he almost stopped breathing because he was afraid that it would give him away.

He had a sensation of wanting to run away yet he continues to move upward, almost mesmerized by the so-called 'devil of the humans' itself.

What would this monster be like; the human who shot his people out of the sky with ease? Hiccup can imagine the human being as big as the All-users and just as strong as the Hammer-users. If he's using explosions to get to them then maybe he's just a plain Spark-user? He probably has a mean face like the rest of the humans, maybe just as hairy? What is he talking about—all the humans he had seen always have some kind of fur on their faces in either a different style or a different color. It's a fact really.

Hiccup's stomach drops as he realized something.

How in the world is he going to kill it—much less fight it? It is strictly discouraged for him to use his flames (to some extent, but then again, he's not the type of listen) and he doesn't know the first thing about fighting a human! Should he claw him? Or bite him first? He never tasted human before (and seeing how they smell, he kinda doesn't want to) so maybe it's safer to claw them first. But what if they pulled out a weapon? He should've listened to Gobber when the Bodyboulder had gone into his rants about the uses of human weapons. Maybe he'll be a bit more prepare if so.

But it was too late for Hiccup to go and find Gobber so that the other could lecture his ear off about the practicality of human weapons. Before he knew it, he was staring at the back of the very same human who had caused his tribe so much agony.

He knew at the point, he should've done something. Roar, charge, breathe fire— something dragon-like that would have others shiver in fear (or so he hoped when he does those things one day in front of an actual opponent) but he finds himself staring instead.

You couldn't blame him; the human isn't like another other he had seen down in the battlefield.

Maybe it's a new breed of humans; considering his skin is darker than anything he had ever seen. He never knew humans could go that dark. The cloth he is wearing (Hiccup never understand the implication on why humans had bother to cover themselves other than for protection) is black as the shadows—but loosely fit and there is no distinctive metal armory on him that Hiccup could smell or see. Despite so, it doesn't make him more vulnerable or weak. It's like saying that he doesn't need it. He's as tall as a human could get but not quite as big. He's leaner with less bulging muscles but even Hiccup could tell they are still there, more compacted and less uncontrollable looking.

His hair is black—a hair color that he had yet to see on a human before. Red, yes. Brown, yes. Yellow, yes. Sometimes even white. But never black. His hair is also long, going down to his mid-back like a small cape of some kind. It's very messy as far as he could tell—there wasn't really a style to it, the hair is just being let down flowing against the wind and the strands could easily be seen sticking out from one point to another, but somehow; it's amazingly beautiful and soft-looking. Hiccup could imagine the hair being compared to a small stream of water.

Hiccup finally shifted his gaze from the unusual human over to the pile of wooden sticks next to the male, seeing a round, beige ball stuck on top of the pointed end. This confuses the flightless dragon slightly. The pointed end is supposed to be used to try and harm them, right? Why cover it? Isn't that pointless then when you are trying to harm someone?

Curious and confuse, he slightly wonder closer to the human so to get more of a clear look at the strange weapon with balls at the pointed end—it frankly doesn't make sense why they would cover up the sharp end. But as they say, curiosity kills the cat.

As soon as he tries to move a step forward, he accidently kicks a small rock with one of his claws and as soon as the tiny rock fell back down onto the ground, making a sharp 'tap' kind of sound that is evident in the silence despite the background noises of dragons and humans combined, the human immediately turn around with the weapon he faintly remembers called a 'bow' drawn back and an 'arrow' between his fingers.

From there, two pair of green eyes has met. One forest green and one lime green. Both gave out each other in the dark, the two pair of eyes shining in the night despite the dark camouflage they wore.

The forest green pair held an expression akin to fear yet there is a twinge of curiosity laced in those very same eyes, making a mixture of emotional turbulence.

The lime green pair is quite the opposite, the expression carefully controlled and blank—but one cannot deny how the eyes would grow larger and larger for a reason the Hiccup cannot fathom.

Now that Hiccup had a clearer look at his face, he would be lying if he wasn't surprised by what he saw. His face is furless but he's not a female—that much is obvious. The only time he had seen a human's face furless is when the human is a female but he's a male and his face is furless. Is that possible? What also surprised the black dragon even further is that the other is very young. Well, younger than he had ever seen a human be. There other humans look battle-worn and consistently tired but there is a smoothness to the human—he doesn't have any scars or blemishes like many others. There are no creases or wrinkles upon his face that indicate aging, he's just entirely smooth. Like Hiccup's scales or like the human's own expression. Maybe the empty expression from the human is what surprises Hiccup the most. There is no expression of anger, rage, fury or anything like that of the sort. It's just plainly blank. It unnerves the black dragon because humans are rather predictable because of the expressions on their face but he doesn't know what to expect from the one called the Night Fury.

His face is more sharp looking than the rounded faces of the many humans Hiccup had seen but it has a more gentle curve in a way that makes it more appealing (in human standards Hiccup will have admit). His lips are thinner and his long nose gave a more masculine look somehow (probably how horns make dragons more fearful and such). There are some pieces of hair lying on top of his forehead and Hiccup wonders slightly if that would get in the way of things. It does seem annoying how it flutter around.

The Night Fury a more foreign human than Hiccup ever thought it would be. Than anyone would've thought. He was pretty sure that there would be some similar features that he could compared with the other humans but the differences stuck out like a sore claw to the point that one can't really associate this creature to any other.

The black dragon is frozen in fright as he realized how much time he was pondering over the other's features, not sure on what to do afterwards now. Should he attack? Run? Plead for mercy?

But then, his eyes widen at the movement, the human strangely started to slowly lower his bow as well as the arrow, staring back at Hiccup with a caution that almost made the black dragon uncomfortable—as if those lime green eyes are staring at his soul. Usually, the indication of a human putting down their weapon(s) would relieve anyone. Unless you're a dragon. That means the human had some other plan for you.

The theory is proven when Hiccup notice the other also slowly reaching for the Rope-trapper; a human-made rope-type trap that is not like a net but can still restrain you all the same. He had seen incredible feats on how high humans could throw them, effectively trapping a dragon by either its wing or its legs and sometimes their whole body depending on the length of the rope.

And the last time he saw a dragon get capture by one, the humans took it alive on their boat and the dragon is never to be seen ever again.

The instinct to flee flared on the top of his mind, his body stiffens instantly.

It seemed that the human had notice his sudden change in posture because without missing a beat, the Rope-trapper is already raised above his head, swinging around in a fast pace with a posture that obviously meant for pouncing. Not too long after, the one called the Night Fury began running towards him in a rushed attack. No battle cries or screams—the other silently attacks him like a predator attacking its prey at night.

Instincts being his guide, Hiccup quickly dash around the human to avoid being an easy target or getting attacked directly, watching with wide eyes as the other seemed to slightly stumble as if he hadn't expected Hiccup to move. Maybe the other didn't expect him to be so quick and nimble? If so, maybe he could get out of here alive!

With that in mind, Hiccup began to run in circles around the human in an attempt to confuse the other, seeing the lime green eyes widen at every cycle he did. He couldn't blame the other considering that he's faster than anyone else in his tribe on the ground and with his black scales, it only proves to be much more difficult. The dark human tries hard to keep his eyes trained on him but even Hiccup could tell that the other is beginning to lose sight of him. And when the other finally turns the other way while Hiccup is actually in the other direction, the black dragon saw his opportunity and ran towards the ledge where he could escape out towards the battlefield, hoping to at least warn someone of the Night Fury's location. The pack leader, Gobber, Astrid—anyone!

It didn't occur to him that he couldn't fly until he jumped off the ledge, finding himself unbalance and unable to turn or ascend higher. And it wasn't till he felt the extra added weight to his tail that he didn't taken into account on how utterly crazy or reckless these humans could be (not that dragons are one to talk though). Daring himself to look behind him to see what –or who– in the Hel would be insane enough to grab on to his tail, especially onto a flightless dragon like him, his jaw almost literally drop several feet down to see that very same human gripping onto his tail as if his life depends on it (and it does!) with the Rope-trapper hanging onto his shoulder.

Is this guy still trying to capture him? Couldn't he just shoot him down like the rest of the dragons?... Actually, let him ride onto him as much as he wants.

But Hiccup finds it difficult to stay in the air due to the extra weight that his wings are not use to carrying—not to mention that he needs his tail to keep himself in balance and align with his body and the human painfully clutching his tail is not helping.

Spreading his wings in an upward curve-like fashion to make the descending much slower and bearable (despite all the brainless and death-defying schemes he had done in his lifetime, he still wants to live), Hiccup continuously try to flick his tail several times just to get the human off or at least loosen his grip a little more. Of course, the human didn't get his message and held on even tighter than before, making Hiccup yelp. The dragon is quite convinced that his tail will end up being cracked in half pretty soon if he doesn't do anything. But before he could try to swing his tail up and down except left to right, he felt a sharp pain where the human's hands are grasping, one of the fingers accidently slipped under one of his scales and the fingernails impaling the fleshy skin underneath.

With a strength that Hiccup doesn't even know he has, his tail automatically flickered to the side in a blurring speed like a whip; the weight on his tail disappeared just like that… along with his scale. Man, that hurts. Having your scales forcefully torn off isn't a nice experience.

Looking back behind him to the side where he whipped his tail, he watches as the distantly small human fell further towards the vast forest of Berk, hidden from view not too long after as the branches and leaves of trees provide a cover for the rest of the descending journey.

There was a moment of silence for Hiccup as he stared at the place where the Night Fury had fallen, automatically memorizing the location, the place, time and even the trees where the body fell near.

He had just brought down a Night Fury.

With his own strength.

Hiccup flapped his wings in excitement, just realizing that he had done what other dragons couldn't. And while still being a fledgling!

"Oh I did it! Did anyone see that?" Hiccup cries in triumphant to the skies.

But then, his celebration is cut short when he once again forgotten that he could not fly and promptly drop downwards to the ground. Fortunately, he wasn't high enough to have caused any bodily harm to himself. Just a bit shaken. But even that good fortune didn't last also.

"Blimey… black scales…"

The daze quickly gone by the strange language that the humans spoke of, Hiccup immediately lifted his head; his ears propped up and eyes wide in barely concealed fear. It wasn't long, despite his dizziness, till he immediately jumps up to his paws, backing away as he darted his eyes from the sword in his hand, to the axe in his other hand and to the hammer hanging loosely on waist.

The black dragon audibly gulps.

An All-user.

"What a prize! A new species! The queen would love 'im!"

Yeah… Hiccup doesn't feel like being a prize of any kind—especially for the human's 'queen'.

And to show that, he ran away with his tail tucked in between his hind legs, sprinting back towards the north pillars.

"Wha—come back 'ere!"

"Are you crazy?" Hiccup responded in Dragonese but know fully well that the human could not understand him. Well, it was worth a shot.

Me: Well, that's the end of the first chapter. And yes, I'm going to end it right here. Ha! Hope you like it and yes I know there is a lot of grammar mistake. I'll fix it up later.

Hope you enjoyed it.