Hey everyone, BlackViper1748 here.
Just a quick heads-up before you dive in: the next chapter is essentially the same event repeated three times—but told from three different points of view.
I wanted to give you a deeper look into the emotions and thoughts of each character during this moment.
If you prefer, you can just read Hiccup's point of view and move on—that's perfectly fine!
I was simply interested in exploring the scene like this, and I thought it would be a fun way to show how differently each character experiences the same moment.
No more banter from me. Please enjoy the chapter!
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Hiccup's Point of View
Freya's gaze flickered between Luna and me as we stepped into the living room. She sat curled on the edge of the couch, her small frame tense but alert, her green eyes watching us closely. Despite the nervous energy radiating off her earlier, now she seemed... calm. That spark of resilience I had seen in her earlier flickered again, like a tiny flame refusing to be extinguished.
Luna moved with her usual grace, her sharp emerald green eyes focused on Freya as she took a seat in the armchair across from her. Her expression was unreadable, but I felt the undercurrent of her emotions through our bond—curiosity, wariness, and just the smallest hint of irritation at how this entire situation had unfolded.
I took a seat beside Freya, making sure my posture was relaxed and unthreatening. My presence alone tended to be enough to put people on edge these days, but that wasn't what Freya needed right now. She needed reassurance—needed to know she was safe.
"Freya," I began gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous. Luna isn't angry. She just... wants to understand."
Freya nodded, though her gaze didn't leave Luna. The two of them stared at one another for a moment, the weight of Luna's presence pressing down on the room. But then something interesting happened—Freya didn't shrink away. Instead, she straightened her back slightly, meeting Luna's intense gaze head-on.
I couldn't help but smile. She had more strength in her than even she realized.
"So, Freya," Luna began, her voice smooth and firm. "Hiccup tells me you've been following him. Why?"
Freya shifted slightly, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I..." she began hesitantly, her voice quiet. I gave her shoulder a small squeeze, silently encouraging her to speak.
"I followed him because he's strong," she finally said, her words rushing out in a single breath. "When I saw him fight the Nadder in the arena, I thought... I thought he wasn't afraid of anything. He was so powerful, so calm. I wanted to learn how to be like that."
Luna tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. "And what made you feel like you needed strength?"
Freya hesitated, her hands tightening in her lap. "Because... I've never been strong," she said, her voice soft but steady. "In Berk, I'm just the runt. Everyone looks down on me—kids, adults, everyone."
Her words stirred something deep inside me, and I felt my jaw tighten. She continued, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "The other kids... they bullied me. They pushed me around, called me weak. And some of the adults..." Her voice faltered, but she forced herself to go on. "They said I was useless. That I shouldn't even exist. Sometimes they'd hit me... just to remind me that I was nothing."
The air in the room seemed to shift. I felt Luna's emotions flare through our bond—shock, anger, and a growing protectiveness that mirrored my own. Freya, unaware of the storm she had unleashed, kept speaking, her voice quieter now.
"All I've ever done is survive," she said, her words carrying a weight far too heavy for someone so small. "I didn't have anything I liked to do. I just... survived because I didn't know how to do anything else. But today, when Hiccup took me into the forest and taught me how to fight..." She paused, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It was hard, but it was fun. For the first time, I felt like... like I mattered."
Her words hit me harder than I expected. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my anger rising like a wave. Through our bond, I felt Luna's fury burn just as hot, her emerald eyes narrowing as she stood abruptly. The weight of her killing intent filled the room like a storm, sharp and suffocating. I didn't hold back my own fury either, allowing it to bleed into the air around us.
But then, something surprising but expected happened.
Freya didn't flinch. She didn't cower under the weight of our combined killing intent. Instead, she relaxed. Her small frame, which had been so tense just moments before, seemed to settle as though she had found comfort in the storm.
Luna froze, her emerald eyes flicking toward Freya with a hint of disbelief. "She's not afraid," she said softly, her voice laced with surprise.
I wasn't shocked. I had expected this—expected her to feel at home here, between us. Watching her now, standing tall in the middle of our storm, only confirmed what I already knew.
Freya stepped forward, her small hands reaching out to grab onto both of our arms. She looked up at us, her green eyes steady, and gave us a faint, almost shy smile.
"It's okay," she said quietly, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "You don't have to be angry for me. Really."
Her words pulled me out of my rage, my killing intent fading as I stared down at her. Luna's presence softened beside me, her emotions shifting from fury to something warmer.
Freya leaned against my arm, her head resting there as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Then, she shifted slightly, pressing closer to Luna as well.
The image of her standing between us, calm and at peace, made something deep inside me stir. The joy that swelled in my chest was unlike anything I had felt since that day in the arena—when I fought the Nadder and was claimed by Luna as her mate. That day, I had felt truly alive, knowing I had found my equal, my partner.
Now, as Freya stood there between us, I felt that same joy—a pure, undeniable happiness that left me breathless. My family was complete. I had made this, shaped it with my own hands. Luna, Freya, and I... we were bound together, stronger than anything this broken world could throw at us.
"You're stronger than you realize," I said softly, my voice filled with conviction.
Freya looked up at me, her green eyes wide with surprise.
"You won't have to go through that anymore," Luna said, her voice gentle but firm. "Not ever again. You have us now."
Freya blinked, her lips trembling as tears began to well in her eyes. "Really?" she whispered.
"Yes," I said, my tone steady. "You're part of our family now. We want you to stay with us—not just as someone we protect, but as our daughter."
Luna knelt beside Freya, her silver eyes gleaming with sincerity. "Our hatchling," she said softly. "That's what you are to us now."
Freya stared at us, her tears spilling over as her small hands tightened their grip on our sleeves. Then, without warning, she threw her arms around both of us, burying her face against my chest as she sobbed.
"Thank you," she cried, her voice muffled. "Thank you so much."
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as Luna did the same. The three of us sat there in silence for a long moment, the weight of everything we'd shared settling over us like a warm blanket.
Through my bond with Luna, I felt her emotions echo mine—love, protectiveness, and an unspoken promise that we would never let anything hurt our hatchling.
As Freya's quiet sobs faded into soft breaths, I made a silent vow.
I would kill them all. Every single person who had hurt her—who had made her feel like she was nothing. They would pay for what they had done. Especially that bitch who's arm I broke she would die first.
Freya wasn't just a child from Berk anymore. She was ours. Our hatchling. Our family.
And nothing in this world would ever hurt her again.
Luna's Point of View
The moment we stepped into the living room, my emerald eyes landed on the tiny human curled up on the edge of the couch. Freya's gaze darted between Hiccup and me, her small frame stiff but undeniably alert. For someone so diminutive, there was a surprising spark in her green eyes—something defiant, unyielding. She was nervous, I could tell, but beneath it was a calm resilience that intrigued me.
I moved to the armchair opposite her, my steps measured and deliberate. I felt Hiccup's emotions through our bond—a mix of protectiveness and quiet determination. But I also felt his silent plea for me to remain calm, to understand. I was calm—for now. I had questions, and I needed answers.
Hiccup sat beside Freya, his body language deliberately relaxed. He had always been aware of how intimidating his presence had become, and I admired the way he used it with precision, softening it now for her sake.
"Freya," he said gently, resting his hand on her small shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous. Luna isn't angry. She just... wants to understand."
I didn't react outwardly, but through our bond, he would feel my lingering irritation. No, I wasn't angry at the girl, but I was frustrated by how suddenly she had been thrust into our lives. It wasn't her fault, though. My annoyance was more at the situation than at her.
Freya nodded, but her wide eyes remained fixed on me. I held her gaze steadily, letting her feel the weight of my scrutiny. I wanted to see if she would falter—if she would cower like so many others had under my stare.
But she didn't.
To my surprise, Freya straightened her back, meeting my gaze head-on. There was a flicker of defiance in her eyes, and I felt a flicker of... respect? Yes, respect.
"So, Freya," I said, my voice smooth and unyielding. "Hiccup tells me you've been following him. Why?"
Her hands fidgeted in her lap, and I noticed the tension in her small frame. Hiccup gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, his silent encouragement giving her the strength to speak.
"I..." she began hesitantly, her voice quiet. Then, in a single breath, the words spilled out. "I followed him because he's strong. When I saw him fight the Nadder in the arena, I thought... I thought he wasn't afraid of anything. He was so powerful, so calm. I wanted to learn how to be like that."
Her words gave me pause. She admired Hiccup's strength, his dominance. I tilted my head slightly, intrigued by her honesty. "And what made you feel like you needed strength?" I asked.
Freya hesitated, her small hands tightening into fists. "Because... I've never been strong," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "In Berk, I'm just the runt. Everyone looks down on me—kids, adults, everyone."
As she spoke, something deep within me began to stir. Her words carried a weight that reminded me of Hiccup, of the pain and isolation he had endured in Berk.
"The other kids... they bullied me," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "They pushed me around, called me weak. And some of the adults... they said I was useless. That I shouldn't even exist. Sometimes they'd hit me... just to remind me that I was nothing."
Rage flared through me, sudden and uncontrollable. I felt Hiccup's anger mirror mine through our bond, his emotions as sharp and unyielding as my own. The humans of Berk—they were vile, cruel creatures. To harm someone so small, so fragile... it was unforgivable.
I stood abruptly, the weight of my killing intent filling the room like a storm. I felt Hiccup's fury join mine, the air around us suffocating and sharp.
But then something unexpected happened.
Freya didn't flinch. She didn't shrink away under the pressure of our combined rage. Instead, she seemed to relax, her small frame settling as if she had found solace in the storm we had created.
"She's not afraid," I murmured, more to myself than to Hiccup.
I stared at her, caught off guard by her calmness. This child... she was different. She was stronger than she realized.
Freya stepped forward, her small hands reaching out to grab our arms. She looked up at us, her green eyes steady and unyielding, and gave us a faint, shy smile.
"It's okay," she said quietly, her voice soft but firm. "You don't have to be angry for me. Really."
Her words cut through the haze of my rage, and I felt my emotions shift—anger giving way to something warmer, something unfamiliar and familiar.
Freya leaned against Hiccup's arm, her head resting there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then, to my surprise, she shifted closer to me as well, pressing against my side.
I stared down at her, a strange sense of peace settling over me. Through my bond with Hiccup, I felt his joy—a pure, overwhelming happiness that mirrored my own.
"You're stronger than you realize," Hiccup said softly, his voice filled with conviction.
Freya looked up at him, her green eyes wide with surprise.
"You won't have to go through that anymore," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "Not ever again. You have us now."
Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "Really?" she whispered.
"Yes," Hiccup said, his tone steady. "You're part of our family now. We want you to stay with us—not just as someone we protect, but as our daughter."
I knelt beside her, meeting her tearful gaze with sincerity. "Our hatchling," I said softly. "That's what you are to us now."
Freya stared at us, tears spilling over as her small hands tightened their grip on our sleeves. Then, without warning, she threw her arms around us, burying her face against Hiccup's chest as she sobbed.
"Thank you," she cried, her voice muffled. "Thank you so much."
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as Hiccup did the same. Through our bond, I felt his love and protectiveness echoing mine, a silent promise that we would never let anything hurt our hatchling.
Freya wasn't just a child from Berk anymore. She was ours.
Our hatchling.
Our family.
And nothing in this world would ever hurt her again.
Freya's Point of View
I sat curled up on the edge of the couch, gripping the fabric beneath me tightly. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as Hiccup and Luna stepped into the room. I didn't know what to expect—part of me wanted to run, but another part told me to stay. Something about Hiccup's presence had always made me feel safer, stronger.
Hiccup walked in with that same calmness I'd seen in the forest earlier, his movements steady and quiet. Luna, though, was different. She moved with grace but carried an intensity that made the air feel heavier. Her sharp emerald eyes seemed to pierce through me as she sat in the armchair across from where I was curled up.
I couldn't read her expression, but her silence made me nervous. I glanced at Hiccup as he sat beside me, his posture relaxed. His presence felt... reassuring, even though I could tell he was carefully choosing every movement.
"Freya," Hiccup said gently, his hand resting on my shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous. Luna isn't angry. She just... wants to understand."
I nodded, but my gaze didn't leave Luna. Her eyes felt like they were reading every thought in my head, but I forced myself to stay still.
Then, something strange happened. I didn't feel small anymore. I felt... something stronger bubbling inside me, like I didn't want to back down. I straightened up slightly, meeting her intense gaze.
Hiccup smiled beside me.
"So, Freya," Luna began, her voice calm but firm. "Hiccup tells me you've been following him. Why?"
My hands fidgeted in my lap. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. Hiccup gave my shoulder a small squeeze, silently telling me it was okay to speak.
"I..." I began hesitantly, my voice quiet. I took a deep breath. "I followed him because he's strong," I finally said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "When I saw him fight the Nadder in the arena, I thought... I thought he wasn't afraid of anything. He was so powerful, so calm. I wanted to learn how to be like that."
Luna tilted her head, her sharp gaze thoughtful. "And what made you feel like you needed strength?"
Her question stung. I hesitated, my hands tightening in my lap as memories I tried to push away came flooding back. "Because... I've never been strong," I said quietly, steadying my voice. "In Berk, I'm just the runt. Everyone looks down on me—kids, adults, everyone."
I felt Hiccup tense beside me as I kept speaking. "The other kids... they bullied me. They pushed me around, called me weak. And some of the adults..." My voice faltered, but I pushed through. "They said I was useless. That I shouldn't even exist. Sometimes they'd hit me... just to remind me that I was nothing."
The room fell silent. I could feel the air grow heavier, sharper. Luna's silver eyes narrowed, and I could feel something change in her demeanor. Hiccup's hands clenched into fists at his sides.
I didn't know what was happening, but I kept speaking. "All I've ever done is survive," I said, my voice trembling. "I didn't have anything I liked to do. I just... survived because I didn't know how to do anything else. But today, when Hiccup took me into the forest and taught me how to fight..." I paused, the memory of the forest filling me with a strange warmth. "It was hard, but it was fun. For the first time, I felt like... like I mattered."
I heard movement beside me, and I looked up to see Luna standing abruptly. The air around her felt suffocating, like a storm had suddenly rolled into the room. Hiccup's presence grew darker too, his expression colder, angrier.
But I didn't feel scared.
Instead, I felt... safe. I didn't understand it, but the weight of their anger didn't crush me. It felt like it surrounded me, shielding me from everything else. My body, which had been tense before, suddenly relaxed.
Luna froze, her silver eyes flicking to me in surprise. "She's not afraid," she said softly, almost to herself.
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I stepped forward anyway. My hands reached out, grabbing onto both of their arms.
"It's okay," I said quietly, my voice cutting through the tension. "You don't have to be angry for me. Really."
Hiccup's stormy expression softened as he looked down at me, his eyes losing their sharp edge. Luna, too, seemed to relax, her presence shifting to something warmer.
I leaned against Hiccup's arm, resting my head there like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then, without even thinking, I shifted closer to Luna, letting her presence comfort me too.
For the first time in forever, I felt like I belonged.
"You're stronger than you realize," Hiccup said softly, his voice steady.
I looked up at him, his words sinking into me like they were meant to heal something I didn't even know was broken.
"You won't have to go through that anymore," Luna added, her voice gentle but firm. "Not ever again. You have us now."
Tears welled in my eyes, and I felt my lips tremble as I whispered, "Really?"
"Yes," Hiccup said, his tone steady and sure. "You're part of our family now. We want you to stay with us—not just as someone we protect, but as our daughter."
Luna knelt beside me, her emerald eyes glowing with something I didn't quite understand but made me feel warm. "Our hatchling," she said softly. "That's what you are to us now."
I couldn't hold back anymore. The tears spilled over, and I threw my arms around both of them, burying my face against Hiccup's chest as I sobbed.
"Thank you," I cried. "Thank you so much."
Their arms wrapped around me, holding me close. For the first time, I felt safe, like I truly mattered to someone.
As my tears slowed and I sank into their warmth, I knew one thing for sure.
I wasn't alone anymore. I had a family now.