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Hiccup’s POV
It looks like… we’re leaving. For good. I just can’t do it—I can’t kill that dragon just because the village wants me to. I can’t kill an innocent creature whose only crime is being misunderstood. All of you were misunderstood. That’s why the only choice we have left… is to run. To escape this place and try to find a better future for ourselves.
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Stoick’s POV
Finally… my son is going to kill his first dragon. He’ll be the pride of Berk instead of the shame he’s made me live with. I still don’t understand how that scrawny thing is my son. The gods must be joking with me—sending me a boy like him.
But it’s fine. Tomorrow, everything changes. Tomorrow, my son becomes a Viking.
I should go celebrate with him now… give him a few words of advice. He must be nervous.
But where is he? Maybe I should go look for him.
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Hiccup’s POV
Night is closing in… and that gives us an advantage. We can move in the dark, especially with you being a Night Fury.
“Hiccup.”
A voice behind him froze him in place. He turned around… and saw Stoick the Vast, his father, glaring at him with fury.
“What are you doing here? Is that… is that a Night Fury? Get away from it! It’s dangerous!”
“No, Dad—Toothless isn’t dangerous. He won’t hurt you as long as you don’t hurt him. He’s my friend.”
“You idiot!” Stoick’s voice thundered. “You befriended one of the dragons we’ve been at war with for 300 years! The dragons that took your mother from us! The dragons that killed hundreds of our people!”
“And we killed thousands of them!”
Hiccup shouted back—raising his voice at his father for the very first time.
“Dad, please… just listen to me. Just once in your life. They’re not what we think. They’re just misunderstood. Please—just let me show you.”
“I’m not listening to anything you say!”
Stoick roared, his voice overflowing with anger and hatred.
“You’re no Viking. And you’re no son of mine.”
Hiccup froze. His father’s words hit harder than any blow he’d ever taken.
He knew, in that moment, that he couldn’t stay on this island another second.
He climbed onto Toothless.
“I’ll spare you the shame you’re living with,” Hiccup said, his voice shaking. “I’ll spare you me. From today on… consider me dead.”
Toothless launched into the sky, the two of them disappearing into the dark night.
Stoick stood there, watching his son fly away—anger, grief, and regret twisting inside him.
Hiccup looked back at Berk one last time… at his father… his eyes filling with tears.
“Goodbye,” he whispered, voice breaking with sadness.
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This is my first story in my life and I know it needs more but consider it a start I hope you like it
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Whispers of the Night
FanfictionIn the quiet shadows of Berk, Hiccup faces the impossible: to follow the path expected of him, or to run and forge his own destiny. On the night before he is meant to kill a monstrous dragon, he chooses escape over duty, stepping into the unknown. H...
