Soulmates in the strangest way

The Gods hate me

Chapter 1

In this story Everybody's colorblind when they meet their soulmate they immediately start seeing colors, and
Soulmates were quite rare to find, so most people stay colorblind forever; Hiccup didn't know it, but that day he was going to meet his soulmate in the most bizarre way possible. I'm going to warn you guys now this chapter is not mine it's from somebody else and I just took it because I didn't know what to write but I'm going to do the rest of the chapters my way so anyway before both Toothless and Hiccup can think about the fact your soulmate a bright light appears and takes them to a theater and they watch the future okay. The future thing is going to be my way so don't worry I just took this risk after the way they met from somebody else so please bear with me.

The gods hate him, it was confirmed; or at least is what Hiccup Haddock thought for himself as he starting to notice in which situation he was on.

But, let’s go back some minutes, shall we?

The fifteen-year-old was desperate for some approval, especially from his father and peers, and this may be the chance to get it all. In a village where killing dragons was everything, this would not only make go from a boy to a man but possibly became the hero of his village. 

A night fury? A dragon so elusive and dangerous that nobody has a clue how it looks like? If that didn’t make him respectable in his tribe, then nothing would do. Sure, he got it with an artifact and not his bare hands, but it matters? He did the shot! The calculations! That meant something, right? He didn’t know what would do if it didn’t.

Well looks like his fluke had already passed; he had been wandering for Odin-knows-how-long in different places of the island, without luck.

To be fair, the damn forest can be a difficult place to see anything; in the village, they always make sure to have different shades of grey to differentiate things, or at least what appeared to be gray for him.

Hiccup, like most of the people around him, were colorblind, the type when you can only see black, white, and the middle of it. It was like that until you meet your soulmate, and doing that in a village as little as his well…of course, most of them stayed like this. His father was one of the only people who could see in color since his mother was also the soulmate of his dad, something not so usual.

So yeah, when everything had the colors of iron and steel without distinction to the exception of the pearl tone of the sky…looking around was difficult, especially for a dragon whose only color was the shadow.

The boy started to draw angry lines in all his improvised maps, starting to lose all hopes “Oh the gods hate me. Some people lose their knives in the mud, but not me, I manage to lose an entire dragon!”

He soon will know at which extend the gods weren’t merciful with his soul.

Without thinking too much he snapped to a branch, which quickly hit his vision for pure impulse, leaving a possible mark in his right eye. In pain he just put pressure in the area, blinking the tears away at the place where he hit and noticed something odd.

It wasn’t a low branch, it was part of a tree that had fallen, and for how it was broken almost in half for such a healthy state, something big blow in it pretty hard. And then it came to him; what would have made this after a clear night without lightings?