Hiccup's Point of View
Darkness.
Not the kind that comes from nightfall or closed eyes.
No, this was total.
Weightless. Soundless. The kind of void that stretches forever and presses in from every side. It wasn't cold or warm. It just was.
Then—
Light.
A soft pulse, dim at first. Faint and golden, like the last flicker of a candle. It swirled in the air around me, rippling with warmth and presence. I tried to move, to speak—but I couldn't. My body wasn't mine. My mouth wouldn't obey.
But I was conscious. I was awake.
This wasn't the real world.
This was my mind.
A soft breeze stirred the golden mist as the light coalesced into a form—tall, robed in shifting light and shadow, neither man nor woman, but something in-between. Ancient. Kind. Powerful.
The figure stood across from me, hands folded patiently.
"I see your mind still fights to make sense of this," the voice said, gentle and deep. "There's no need. You are safe, Hiccup."
My throat tightened. I couldn't respond. I could only watch.
"You already know, of course," the figure continued, as if reading my thoughts. "That you were reborn. Reincarnated. This world—your new life—it wasn't an accident."
My heart beat faster.
"I watched you in your first life. Your wonder. Your awe. The way you admired dragons—not as weapons, not as tools—but as beings. That kind of love is rare."
The figure paused.
"But I am sorry."
That caught me off-guard.
"I sent you to a world you loved... but to a place that hurt you deeply. A place that treated your love as weakness. That punished you for your kindness. That molded you in pain."
The light around the figure pulsed like a heartbeat—sorrowful and sincere.
"I believed that you could change it. That your presence alone might nudge this corner of the world toward something better. And... perhaps you still can."
Their head tilted slightly.
"You've changed, Hiccup. You've grown darker. Sharper. Your pain has forged you into a weapon."
A long silence.
"But your soul?" The voice softened. "It still holds love. Fierce, blazing love. For the dragons you once dreamed of flying beside. For the ones who follow you now. For the one who has claimed your heart."
Luna.
The warmth in my chest pulsed, even here. Even in the void.
"She grounds you. Matches you. You were never meant to walk alone, and in her, you have found your equal."
The golden mist thickened around me, curling like flame and starlight.
"And so, to celebrate that union... I offer you both a gift."
Something flickered behind the figure—too fast to see, but I felt it.
A deep surge of power.
Not like fire or wind or force.
Like potential.
"Grow stronger. Grow together. This world is vast, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock. Far larger than your island. Far stranger than your village. The dragons are only part of what lies beyond. Explore it. Shape it. Expand your horizon."
They stepped back, the light dimming again.
"Make your way."
Their voice echoed once more, growing distant.
"You have yet to see what this world truly holds."
Then—
Darkness again.
Total.
A beat of silence.
And I knew—whatever had just happened, it wasn't a dream.
It was a beginning.
Hiccup's Point of View
The world came back to me slowly—like dragging myself up from beneath dark, crushing waves. My breath caught in my chest. My limbs were heavy. My heart pounded not with fear, but with something else—something ancient, humming beneath my skin.
The sound of water lapping gently at the cove's edge was the first thing I heard. The breeze filtered through the trees, carrying the scent of wildflowers, damp earth, and ash. Familiar. Grounding.
I opened my eyes.
The moon hung overhead, high and radiant, washing the cove in pale silver light. It was no longer day. Time had passed. I didn't know how much.
I pushed myself up with trembling arms—only to stop.
Something was... off.
Different.
My arms responded, yes. But they felt heavier. Denser. Not sluggish—stronger. A tension and precision beneath the surface I wasn't used to. I looked down.
My breath hitched.
Scales.
Dark, iridescent scales shimmered along my forearms, catching the moonlight like living armor. Not armor—me. They flexed with my movements, glinting like oil on water. My fingers twitched, and sharp, black claws responded—sleek and lethal, polished like obsidian.
I stared.
Not gauntlets. Not metal.
Flesh.
The claws bore the same constellation etchings I'd carved into my old gauntlets by hand. They glowed faintly under the moonlight, just as they had back then. But this wasn't craftsmanship. This was transformation.
My gauntlets hadn't vanished.
They had become me.
A slow, trembling breath escaped me as I rose to my feet, the grass brushing against my ankles. My legs were firmer. Taller. Even the way I balanced had shifted—grounded, poised, predatory.
"Luna..." I whispered, my voice rougher than usual. Lower. I turned my head—and everything else fell away.
She lay nearby, curled like a sleeping shadow beside the water.
My heart froze.
Then it pounded.
She was... different too.
Still Luna. Still my dragon. But no longer just a dragon.
Her body had changed—scales flowing into smooth, pale skin, wings tucked against her back like velvet blades. Her form was humanoid but wild. Her tail curled around her hip. Her long black hair spilled in waves, framing a face that was both beautiful and untamed. Angular. Fierce. Perfect.
She was breathtaking.
A fusion of dragon and something more.
And she was naked.
So was I.
But the thought was distant. Irrelevant, compared to everything else racing through me.
I knelt beside her, brushing a clawed hand along her arm. "Luna," I said again, softer. "Wake up."
Her eyelids fluttered. Green light sparked behind them—and then she opened her eyes.
She stared at me.
And froze.
Recognition dawned behind her gaze. Her lips parted, a faint breath escaping. She sat up slowly, scanning me—taking in every change, every new line of muscle, every scale.
"You..." she whispered.
And before I could say a word, she pounced.
Her arms wrapped around me, claws digging into my back as her lips crashed into mine. My balance faltered, and we tumbled back, but I didn't care. Her kiss was raw—possessive, demanding, feral.
I kissed her back without hesitation, pulling her closer, hands sliding to her waist, her spine, her shoulder blades where her wings flared in response. Our bodies pressed together, warm and electric, as the bond pulsed between us like fire through a tether.
Her growl vibrated against my chest.
My hum of approval answered.
Every breath, every motion—perfect sync.
When we finally broke the kiss, both of us breathless, she looked into my eyes with intensity that made the air feel heavy.
"What... what happened to us?" she asked, her voice low, wonder and confusion laced into each syllable.
I exhaled slowly, forehead resting against hers. "A gift," I whispered.
Her brows furrowed. "From who?"
I smiled faintly. "Someone who's been watching... someone who believes in us. I don't have all the answers yet. But this wasn't an accident. This was meant for us."
Luna didn't speak for a moment. Her claws grazed my jawline, slow and careful. "We're stronger," she said.
I nodded. "Much."
She smirked, a flicker of her usual fire dancing in her eyes. "Good."
I pulled back just enough to look her over again. "You're beautiful," I said without hesitation.
Her eyes narrowed, lips curling. "You're mine," she growled softly, possessive.
"And you're mine," I replied, just as sure. "Now and always."
She leaned into me, purring low. Her tail wrapped around my thigh, her wings rising and falling with her breath. The scent of her heat still lingered faintly—but this wasn't lust.
This was bond.
Stronger. Deeper. Permanent.
We sat there under the moon, wrapped in new power and old fire.
Something had changed—fundamentally.
We were more than human.
More than dragon.
We were something new.
And whatever came next, I was ready for it.
Luna's Point of View
Warmth.
The first thing I felt was warmth.
Not just on my skin—no, this was deeper. Through my bones. My blood. My soul. Like sunlight under scales, like fire licking through nerves I never knew I had.
Then sensation returned all at once.
Grass beneath me. Water nearby. The moonlight above, spilling silver over everything like a blessing from the stars themselves. The cove. Our cove.
And him.
Even with my eyes closed, I could feel him.
His heartbeat thrummed in my chest like a second rhythm. Steady. Alive. Close.
Mine.
I opened my eyes slowly.
The world came into focus—and the first thing I saw was him.
Hiccup.
But not as I remembered.
He stood above me, bathed in moonlight, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming again. But no... this was real.
His body had changed. Scales shimmered along his arms, layered like dragonhide, each one etched in the same constellation markings that adorned his forged claws. But those claws were no longer tools. They were his. A part of him. His muscles were sharper, denser, his presence heavier. He moved like a predator, his balance perfect, his stance grounded and coiled like a dragon ready to strike.
He was beautiful.
No—he was mine.
My breath caught in my throat. Heat bloomed in my chest and curled low in my belly. My vision blurred slightly, clouded by need, hunger, possessiveness. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to move—to claim.
And so I did.
I launched at him.
Our bodies collided. My claws wrapped around his shoulders, my lips found his, and I poured everything I felt into that kiss. Fire, gratitude, ownership. He staggered under the force of it, but he didn't resist.
He responded.
His hands found my waist, gripping tight. His mouth opened beneath mine, our tongues tangling in a rhythm more intimate than any flight or hunt. I felt the world fade away. There was only us. No human, no dragon. Just soul to soul, breath to breath.
His scent overwhelmed me—earth, blood, metal, and something new. Something ancient. His skin burned under my hands, and I felt the bond flare alive between us, more vibrant than it had ever been.
When we finally broke apart, his breath was ragged. So was mine.
But the look in his eyes—
It mirrored mine perfectly.
"You..." I began, my voice rasping. "What happened to us?"
He didn't speak right away. He leaned his forehead against mine. His voice came in a whisper. "A gift."
My claws brushed against his jaw. "From who?"
His lips curled faintly, and I could feel his thoughts echoing through the bond—truth withheld, but not with malice. "Someone who saw us," he murmured. "Who believes in what we are."
I stared at him.
At this new form. At the power in his limbs, the scales across his arms, the fire in his eyes.
And then I looked down.
At myself.
Human skin blended seamlessly with scale. My wings had folded naturally against my back, and my tail curled lightly over my hip. Hair—long and black—flowed past my shoulders, strange and soft and new. My hands were claws, my teeth still sharp, but there was something more.
I flexed my fingers. Stretched my limbs.
This wasn't a disguise.
This wasn't a trick.
This was me.
A fusion. A rebirth.
And I felt powerful.
Not just physically. Spiritually. Emotionally. Complete.
I turned back to him, watching the way his gaze lingered on me. Hunger. Respect. Affection. Need. It was all there.
"You're beautiful," he said.
And I purred.
Low and satisfied, like molten gold spilling over jagged rocks.
"You're mine," I growled, claws gently scraping down his back.
"And you're mine," he answered, voice just as possessive.
Good.
I didn't want the world.
I wanted him.
And now I had him.
Our bodies had changed. Our bond had deepened. We were no longer dragon and rider, nor even predator and prey. We were something new. Something no one in this world could define.
And whatever had done this to us... had given us the strength to claim more.
To tear down walls.
To forge new skies.
Together.