Hiccup's Point of View
The sun hung high above, its rays spilling golden light across the cove as I stepped through the trees and into the clearing I had begun to think of as home. The lake rippled in lazy waves, reflecting the afternoon sky. A gentle breeze swept through, stirring the grass at my feet and the dark strands of my hair. But none of that mattered.
Because she was there.
Luna.
She sat near the water's edge, her sleek form poised yet relaxed, as if she'd been waiting not just for hours, but her entire life. Her green eyes met mine instantly, gleaming with an intensity that stopped me in my tracks. The shadows of the canopy above couldn't reach her completely—light danced off her obsidian-black scales in shifting, beautiful patterns.
She stood when I approached, quiet and unreadable.
"I take it you watched the battle," I said, breaking the silence with a crooked smile.
She didn't answer with words, of course. But she didn't need to.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked as I moved closer. "The bloodshed... my strength? Was it what you were hoping for?"
That's when I saw it.
That look in her eyes—dark, satisfied, sadistic. Her pupils had narrowed, her lips curled just slightly, and there was a gleam of hunger behind her gaze. Not for food, but something far more primal.
My smile deepened, and I tilted my head. "Did I satisfy your hunger... your curiosity?"
Luna nodded.
A slow, deliberate motion.
And she stepped toward me.
Her body language was different now—less guarded, more fluid. There was an electric pull in the air between us. With every step she took, I felt it in my chest, in my skin, in my soul. A tension, a connection, a fire waiting to ignite.
I inhaled slowly, steadying my thoughts. I had to say it. I didn't want to hide this anymore.
"This is crazy," I said quietly, my voice barely above the breeze. "This has never happened to me before. Not with a human. Not with anyone. And now... it's happening with a dragon."
She tilted her head at me, curious.
"I don't care how strange it is. I've fallen for you, Luna. Completely. You might think it's disgusting or wrong, but—"
I didn't get to finish.
Because she launched at me.
Not with violence.
No claws, no roar, no aggression.
Just heat.
Her weight hit my chest, and I staggered back a step, my arms instinctively wrapping around her as we crashed softly into the grass. Her body pressed against mine, every scale warm, every movement deliberate. But... there was no bloodlust. None.
Just—
That scent.
My breath caught in my throat.
I knew that scent.
Sweet, rich, intoxicating.
I had smelled it once before in Snoggletog season, when a wild female dragon had passed through the island in heat. I'd barely caught a whiff of it then, masked by snow and wind and distance.
But here?
Now?
It was Luna.
It hit me full force, just as her tongue slowly traced the edge of my collarbone. Hot. Teasing. Every nerve in my body lit up. I let out an involuntary moan, my hands clenching the grass beneath me as my senses flared to a degree I'd never felt before.
I didn't understand why it felt so good, why every touch burned into me like fire and silk at once.
Then she bit me.
Her teeth sank into the side of my neck—not with the intent to wound, but to claim.
Something snapped.
Not in fear.
Not in pain.
In instinct.
I growled, low and primal, as heat surged through my veins. My eyes widened, and before I could think, before I could rationalize, I bit back. Hard. My teeth pierced through her scales and into the warm flesh beneath.
She didn't flinch.
If anything, she leaned into it.
Her blood flooded my mouth—metallic, thick, pulsing with life. Iron, yes... but also something else. Something richer. It was like tasting liquid fire and moonlight all at once. It burned and soothed and consumed me. The longer it lingered on my tongue, the more I felt something ancient awaken inside me.
Territorial.
Possessive.
Mine.
I clutched her closer, my arms tightening around her as I continued to taste her, my senses swirling. Every part of me—heart, mind, soul—howled in unison.
She was no longer just a dragon.
She was my dragon.
The world around us faded. The cove, the trees, the sky—it all dissolved into a blur of light and heat and desire. Nothing mattered except her breath, her body against mine, the way she held me as if I was hers.
Then—
A voice.
Not a roar.
Not a growl.
Not even spoken aloud.
But I heard it.
A voice in my mind. Feminine. Fierce. Beautiful.
"Mine."
It wasn't my thought.
It was hers.
It was Luna's.
And I knew then, without question, that whatever had just happened... had changed everything.
Luna's Point of View
Finally.
He was mine.
I felt it in every inch of my body, in every slow pulse of heat that bloomed beneath my scales as his teeth broke through. The pain was sharp—perfect—and the pleasure that followed was unlike anything I had ever known. It wasn't just a physical connection. No... this was ancient, sacred, feral.
And it was complete.
I had waited. I had watched. I had tested him in silence. And now... he had passed every trial. Not by groveling like a lesser creature—but by fighting, by killing, by conquering. My predator. My match.
My mate.
The scent of his blood still lingered on my tongue—sweet and bitter, bold and wild. It was like biting into raw power mixed with moonlit fire. Strong. Untamed. A flavor that lingers in your soul, not just your senses.
His blood... was delightful.
No, it was perfect.
Powerful and warm and tasting like fury wrapped in tenderness. I wanted to drown in it. I wanted to rip him apart and put him back together. I wanted to mark every inch of him until no creature, no dragon, no one would ever look at him without knowing—he belonged to me.
His moan echoed in my ears, sweet and desperate. The way he clutched at me, the way his body arched into mine—he wasn't resisting.
He was accepting.
His bite had drawn blood. A real bite. A claiming. And oh... I felt it. Through the bond forming between us, through the heat that surged from the wound on my neck to every limb, every nerve, every primal part of me. I wanted to laugh, to roar, to scream to the skies:
He's mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to kill for.
Mine to love in ways dragons have no words for.
My claws dug into the earth, grounding me as a wave of possessive pleasure rolled through my chest like a storm. My thoughts turned dark, hungry. If another dragon even looked at him the wrong way, I would rip their wings off and smile while doing it.
He was beautiful when he fought.
Magnificent when he bled.
But like this—under me, tasting my mark, eyes blown wide with instinct and bond—he was something more.
He was perfect.
The ache in my chest wasn't pain—it was joy. A twisted, satisfied joy.
I had finally claimed what was mine. Not taken. Not stolen. Claimed.
Then—
A sound.
No... a voice.
But not his lips. Not his throat.
His mind.
It crashed through me like a dragon's roar over a silent mountain.
Possessive. Fierce. Burning.
"Mine."
My eyes widened.
He had said it.
Not aloud—but in that deeper, truer way.
He had claimed me back.
And I—
I wanted more.
Third person point of view
The clearing had gone silent.
The wind held its breath. The birds did not sing. The world itself paused—watching.
Two creatures stood locked in place beneath the afternoon sun. A boy and a dragon. Predator and predator. Mate and mate.
Hiccup's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, blood still damp on his lips, a low growl humming from his throat. His eyes—once soft, once uncertain—now burned with something primal. Something ancient. They locked onto Luna's.
And Luna—her pupils slitted, her tail flicking low and slow—stared back with equal hunger. The bite on her neck still bled, but she didn't care. She wore it like a crown.
A breeze passed between them, but neither flinched.
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
In the space between heartbeats, their thoughts echoed—the same words, at the same time, clear and thunderous in each other's minds:
"You are mine."
The bond snapped into place like a storm colliding with stone—violent, perfect, eternal.
"We are one."
Their minds merged for a moment—a flash of shared thought, blood, breath, and instinct.
"There is nothing in this world that will stop this."
"Nothing will break us."
"Because we are each other's."
The world could burn. The village could crumble. Enemies could rise. But it didn't matter.
Because to try and come between them would be a death sentence.
"Any being who dares intervene..."
"...will die."
"Their blood will flow as grand as a river."
"Because you are mine."
A final gust of wind rustled the trees.
And in the stillness that followed, the world learned a terrifying truth:
A dragon had claimed a human.
A human had claimed a dragon.
And their love was not gentle.
It was savage.
It was eternal.
And it would destroy anything that tried to take it away.