Hiccup's Point of View
I stepped into the cabin, closing the door softly behind me after my little hatchling entered my cabin and sat in the couch nervously. My mind was racing from everything that had unfolded today, and the heavy silence in the room told me this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. Luna stood in the middle of the living room, her silver eyes sharp and unrelenting as they bore into Freya.
Freya sat stiffly on the couch, her hands gripping the hem of her tunic so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She glanced at me briefly, her green eyes filled with nervous energy, before flicking back to the floor under Luna's unwavering gaze.
"Luna," I said gently, my voice breaking the silence, "can you wait for me in our room? I'll explain everything there my love."
Her gaze snapped to me, confusion and frustration flickering across her face. "Explain what, Hiccup?" she asked, her voice calm but tinged with a clear edge.
"Relax, Luna, " I told her through the bond, sending her a wave of reassurance. "Everything is fine. Freya might be staying with us for the incoming future, but I'll explain it all once we're alone.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and through our bond, I could feel her irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Luna hated surprises, and I'd just dropped a big one without warning. Still, after a tense moment, she gave a curt nod and turned to head toward the bedroom.
As she walked away, I couldn't help but let my gaze wander. Man, I'm one lucky son of a bitch, I thought to myself.
If someone had told me in my old life—the one where I was a weak, awkward outcast— like I was supposed to be in this life before I changed my fate that I'd end up with someone like Luna, I would've laughed in their face. She wasn't just beautiful, though her beauty alone could leave anyone speechless. It was the strength, the fire, and the power she carried in every step that made her who she was.
Once Luna disappeared into the room, I turned back to Freya. She was still sitting stiffly on the couch, her hands gripping her tunic like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her green eyes darted toward the door Luna had walked through, curiosity and nervousness warring in her expression.
I crouched in front of her, holding out a plate of snacks. "Here," I said gently, keeping my tone calm and steady. "Eat something. I'll be right back. And don't worry—I will work on forging your claws later, just like I promised."
Freya hesitated before taking the plate, her small hands trembling slightly. "Okay," she said softly. Then, after a pause, she added, "Who is Luna? She's really pretty. I don't think I've ever seen her on Berk before."
Her innocent question made me chuckle. "I'll answer all your questions, Freya," I promised. "But first, I need to talk to Luna. It's important."
She nodded, though the tension in her shoulders didn't ease completely. Her green eyes flicked back to the door, and I could see the questions swirling in her mind. Wanting to lighten the mood, I reached out and tickled her sides.
"Hiccup!" she squealed, giggling as she squirmed and tried to push my hands away.
"See? That's better," I said, grinning. "I don't want you worrying about anything, okay? I just didn't warn her about you, but it'll all work out."
Straightening, I ruffled her hair lightly before heading toward the bedroom. Luna was waiting, and I knew this conversation wasn't going to be easy.
When I stepped into the room, Luna was sitting on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed and her silver eyes locked onto mine.
"Alright, Hiccup," she said, her tone clipped. "Explain. Since I've known you even if it has just been a week, you've never done something like this. You always think things through. So what's going on?"
I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I know this was... unexpected," I began, scratching the back of my neck. "Honestly, I surprised myself with this one, but let me explain."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Go on," she said, her tone calm but firm.
"Luna," I said, stepping closer, "you know how much I hate humans. You know how cruel they can be, how they destroy everything they touch. I wouldn't bring someone here unless I had a good reason."
Her gaze didn't waver, but she gave a small nod for me to continue.
"The little girl out there—her name is Freya. She's been following me ever since the fight with the Nadder in the arena. At first, I didn't know what to make of it. She's small, timid in some ways, but there's this spark in her eyes, Luna. A determination that feels so... familiar."
"Familiar how?" Luna asked, tilting her head slightly.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "She reminded me of myself," I said quietly. "Before I decided to build my own strength. Back when I wanted nothing more than to survive in this world, but I had no idea how. Before I hid my strength from Berk. Before Berk's hatred turned me into what I am now."
Luna's expression softened slightly, though her sharp gaze remained fixed on me.
" today, I couldn't ignore her anymore," I continued. "I confronted her and took her to one of my quiet spots by the cliffs. I asked her why she was following me, and do you know what she said?"
Luna raised an eyebrow but didn't interrupt.
"She said it was because I wasn't afraid. She told me I was strong, and she wanted to be strong too. So that no one could hurt her anymore."
Luna's silver eyes flickered with something I couldn't quite place—understanding, maybe, or even a touch of sympathy.
"She must've gone through so much," I said, my voice softening. "It's written all over her. But the way she looked at me, Luna... there was no fear. None. Even when my darker side slipped through, when my killing intent surfaced for just a moment, she didn't run. Instead, she came closer. She climbed into my lap and told me that I may scare the other but she was not scared of me, that she felt safe here with me."
Luna's expression shifted again, the hardness in her gaze melting into something gentler. "She trusted you," she said quietly.
I nodded. "Exactly. And I couldn't let her face the world alone—not like I did. So I made a decision. Freya would become our hatchling. I'll protect her from anyone or anything that dares to hurt her, just like I'd protect you."
Luna stared at me for a long moment, her sharp gaze searching mine. Finally, she let out a small sigh. "I can see that this means a lot to you."
"It does," I said firmly. "She reminds me of myself, Luna. But more than that... she feels like a dragon. She may be human, but her soul is different just like mine was before our bond. She has that hunger for strength, that defiance against a cruel world. I want to give her what neither of us had growing up. I want her to have a family. A real one."
Luna let my words hang in the air for a moment before she nodded slowly. "Alright," she said. "If she's that important to you, then I'll trust your judgment."
Relief washed over me, but before I could speak, she held up a hand.
"But," she said firmly, "next time, tell me first before you make a decision like this. And if she's going to be ours, we need to be honest with her. We can't keep secrets about what we are."
A small grin tugged at the corners of my lips. "You hate staying in your human form, don't you?"
Her lips curved into a smirk. "You know I do."
We both laughed softly, the tension between us dissolving. Our bond pulsed warmly, stronger than ever. Together, we would protect Freya and give her the strength she needed to face the world.
When we stepped back out into the main room, Freya looked up at us, her green eyes wide with anticipation. She didn't know it yet, but she wasn't just a child from Berk anymore. She was one of us now—our dragon's hatchling.
And together, we'd show her a world she could never have imagined.
Luna's Point of View
I stood in the middle of the cabin, my silver eyes locked on the small human girl sitting nervously on the couch. She didn't belong here. Everything about her was a stark contrast to the life Hiccup and I had built together. She was human—fragile, timid, and full of nervous energy that I could feel from across the room. And yet, here she was.
What disturbed me more was Hiccup's behavior. He was treating her with a softness and warmth that I had only ever known him to show me. The way his green eyes softened, the gentle tone of his voice—it was so foreign, so unlike the Hiccup who had dominated the dragon arena, who commanded respect with every action.
He stepped in after her, his presence as calm and collected as ever, but my bond with him betrayed the storm beneath his composed exterior. Something was different, and it unsettled me deeply.
"Luna," he said gently, his voice breaking the silence. "Can you wait for me in our room? I'll explain everything there, my love."
My gaze snapped to him, confusion and frustration flaring in my chest. "Explain what, Hiccup?" I asked, keeping my tone calm but sharp.
Through our bond, he sent a wave of reassurance, but it wasn't enough to soothe my irritation. I hated surprises, and this—bringing a human child into our space without warning—was more than I was willing to accept without an explanation.
Relax, Luna, he said, his voice soft in my mind. "Everything is fine. Freya might be staying with us for the foreseeable future, but I'll explain it all once we're alone."
I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling the tension bubbling beneath the surface. But after a moment, I gave him a curt nod and turned toward the bedroom.
As I walked away, I hesitated briefly at the door, glancing back to see Hiccup crouching in front of the girl, offering her a plate of food. The way he looked at her, the tenderness in his expression, made something tighten in my chest. This wasn't the Hiccup I knew—the predator who had claimed his place at my side with strength and dominance.
Once inside the room, I couldn't resist the urge to glance through a small hole in the door. What I saw only deepened my confusion.
Hiccup was smiling, a genuine, soft smile that was usually reserved for me. He tickled the girl, making her laugh, and the sound felt so out of place in our cabin. He ruffled her hair, speaking to her in a tone so gentle it was almost unrecognizable.
Why was he treating her like this? Why was he giving her the kind of affection and care he had always reserved for me?
I stepped back from the door as I heard his footsteps approaching, quickly settling on the edge of the bed and crossing my arms. My mind raced with questions, and when he finally entered the room, I fixed him with a sharp, unyielding gaze.
"All right, Hiccup," I said, my tone clipped. "Explain. Since I've known you, you've never done something like this. You always think things through. So what's going on?"
He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I know this was... unexpected," he began, scratching the back of his neck. "Honestly, I surprised myself with this one, but let me explain."
I narrowed my eyes. "Go on."
He stepped closer, his green eyes earnest. "Luna, you know how much I hate humans. You know how cruel they can be, how they destroy everything they touch. I wouldn't bring someone here unless I had a good reason."
I tilted my head slightly, my irritation giving way to curiosity.
"The little girl out there—her name is Freya," he continued. "She's been following me ever since the fight with the Nadder in the arena. At first, I didn't know what to make of it. She's small, timid in some ways, but there's this spark in her eyes, Luna. A determination that feels so... familiar."
"Familiar how?" I asked, my voice softer but still firm.
"She reminded me of myself," he said quietly. "Before I decided to build my strength. Before Berk turned me into what I am now."
His words struck a chord, but the sight of him tickling her, ruffling her hair, and smiling at her like she was his equal still lingered in my mind.
" ... She climbed into my lap and told me that I may scare the other but she was not scared of me, that she felt safe here with me." he continued. "She said she wanted to be strong so no one could hurt her anymore. I couldn't let her face the world alone—not like I did. So I made a decision. Freya would become our hatchling. I'll protect her from anyone or anything that dares to hurt her, just like I'd protect you."
I stared at him, searching his eyes for any hint of hesitation. But his conviction was unshakable.
"I can see that this means a lot to you." I said after a long pause.
"It does," he said firmly. "She reminds me of myself, Luna. And more than that... she feels like a dragon. Her soul is different. I want her to have what neither of us did growing up. A family. A real one."
His words hung in the air, and though I still felt a flicker of unease, I couldn't deny the truth in his eyes—or the strength of his bond with me.
"All right," I said finally. "If she's that important to you, then I'll trust your judgment. But next time, tell me first. And if she's going to be ours, we need to be honest with her about what we are."
A small grin tugged at his lips. "You hate staying in your human form, don't you?"
I smirked. "You know I do."
The tension between us eased, and our bond pulsed warmly. Despite my confusion, I couldn't deny that Hiccup had made his choice.
When we stepped back into the main room, I looked at Freya with new eyes. If Hiccup saw something in her, then perhaps she was worth the risk.
She wasn't just a random orphaned child anymore. She was one of us.
And I would make sure she earned that place by our side.