Hiccup's Point of View
Morning light spilled through the cracks of the cabin's windows, painting soft golden trails across the wooden floor.
The warmth of the sun touched my face, pulling me from the depths of sleep.
I shifted slightly, blinking awake—and smiled at the sight before me.
To my left, Luna lay curled close, her breathing slow and steady.
Even in her hybrid form, with shimmering black-silver scales tracing faint patterns along her shoulders and arms, she looked as graceful and untouchable as ever.
Her long black hair spilled across her face in a silky wave, catching the light like a river of midnight.
I chuckled softly under my breath.
She hated staying in her human form.
If it were up to her, she'd be prowling around the wilds on four legs without a care for human appearances.
But here she was, beautiful and wild, her instincts softened by the presence of our little hatchling.
Our daughter.
Shifting carefully so I didn't wake her, I looked down—and my heart clenched.
Nestled between us, her tiny frame rising and falling with each peaceful breath, was Freya.
Her wild, messy hair framed her small, delicate face, and even with her worn tunic and smudges of yesterday's adventures still clinging to her skin, she looked... radiant.
Beautiful.
Just like her mother.
My smile widened, soft and uncontrollable.
She needed new clothes.
A proper bath.
Something worthy of the beautiful little dragoness she was growing into.
My little princess.
I reached out, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face, careful not to wake her.
The thought struck me with sudden, overwhelming clarity:
I had never imagined myself becoming a father so young.
Never imagined I could love something so fiercely, so completely, without hesitation.
But looking at her now, tucked safely between Luna and me, I felt a promise burn itself into my bones.
I would never be like Stoick.
Or Valka.
I would never abandon her.
Never make her feel unwanted.
Never crush the spark inside her that made her unique.
I would love her.
Cherish her.
Spoil her rotten when she needed it, be strict when she had to learn—but always, always, be her shelter against the cruelty of the world.
My little hatchling.
My little princess.
This world would give her everything she deserved.
And if it didn't, then I would take it by force.
Still smiling, I reached down and began to play gently with her hair, twirling the soft strands around my fingers.
Freya let out a tiny sigh in her sleep and nuzzled closer, seeking the warmth of my side.
My chest tightened again, and I closed my eyes briefly, just soaking in the moment.
Perfect.
Fragile.
Ours.
A flicker of movement made me glance up—and found Luna's emerald eyes watching me, a soft, knowing look in their depths.
Through our bond, I felt the swell of her emotions—amusement, affection, pride.
Love.
Without a word, I leaned over, cupping her face in my hand and pressing a kiss to her lips.
Slow.
Warm.
Full of everything I felt and couldn't put into words.
Our bond flared brightly with the strength of it, a rush of pure feeling passing between us, binding us even tighter.
When I pulled back, Luna smiled softly against my hand.
I smiled back, feeling more at peace than I ever had in my entire life.
We had found something stronger than pain.
Stronger than rage.
Stronger than anything the world had ever given us.
We had built a family.
And no force on this earth or beyond it would ever take it from us.
The world was quiet, wrapped in that fragile stillness that only came after true peace.
Luna and I stayed there, wrapped around our little hatchling, simply watching her sleep.
"She's perfect," Luna whispered, brushing a hand lightly over Freya's hair. Her claws retracted to avoid hurting her, the small gesture making something warm coil inside my chest.
"Our hatchling," I murmured, smiling down at her. "In just one week... we built a family."
Luna leaned her forehead against mine briefly, her emerald eyes soft.
"It feels like she was always meant to be ours," she said.
I nodded, but the warmth in my chest simmered beneath a darker edge.
My smile sharpened slightly as I thought about the filth that had dared hurt her.
"One thing still needs to be handled," I said, my voice dropping to a low growl.
Luna's eyes gleamed. "Finding the ones who dared touch her?"
"Exactly," I said, my hand tightening slightly in Freya's hair in unconscious protectiveness. "We'll find them... and once we have everything ready, once the pieces are in place—" I smiled coldly. "We'll make them pay."
She grinned, sharp and approving. "Slowly."
"Agonizingly," I agreed, my voice like silk over steel.
"For every bruise, every scar they left on her... they'll scream until they can't anymore."
Luna purred low in her throat, her wings twitching slightly. "Starting with that woman at the orphanage?"
"Yes," I growled, unable to keep the rage from my voice.
"I may have broken her arm when she dared to call Freya "Weak, just like all runts. Should have died,'..."
I tightened my fist, claws threatening to break the sheets. "But that was mercy compared to what she deserves now."
Luna's smile was razor-sharp, deadly beautiful. "We'll tear them apart piece by piece."
"We'll make the world fear ever touching what's ours," I said, voice dark with promise, my eyes never leaving Freya's sleeping face.
"Our family."
Before Luna could respond, a soft sound broke the quiet.
Freya stirred, her little body shifting under the covers. She blinked sleepily up at me, her green eyes hazy with dreams.
Then—
"Papa...?" she mumbled, reaching for me with a tiny hand.
I froze completely.
For a full heartbeat, I genuinely forgot how to breathe.
Luna, beside me, let out a short, musical laugh through our bond, pure amusement flooding her side.
Before I could recover, Freya turned her head and caught sight of Luna.
"Mommy!" she chirped, smiling brightly.
Luna stiffened so hard I actually felt it through our connection.
Her mouth opened, then closed again, completely speechless for once in her life.
I barely had time to savor that rare sight when something even stranger happened.
Freya sat up, the covers slipping off her small form—and my heart skipped another beat.
There, arching proudly from her lower back, was a sleek black tail, the scales a perfect blend of Luna's black-silver shimmer and my darker, glinting hues.
Her shoulders twitched, and a pair of small, beautifully formed wings fluttered into existence—mirroring Luna's shape but with my own sharp edge.
Her hair, though still messy, gleamed richer in the sunlight—thicker, slightly wilder—and her features...
Her features had changed.
She was no longer fully human.
She was something new.
Something ours.
A perfect blend of both Luna and me.
Luna's mouth fell open as she stared, utterly stunned.
I barely registered my own shock when, out of nowhere, a voice rang out inside my head—calm, amused, and all too familiar.
"Congratulations, kid."
It was the god—the one who had reincarnated me into this world.
"I couldn't help myself. Seeing you build a family made me... curious. So I decided to play around a little."
"I stripped away the human blood in your little hatchling. Replaced it with yours and Luna's. She's your daughter now. Fully. Biologically. As if she had been born from both of you."
The voice chuckled warmly.
"Consider it a gift. She's truly yours now. Body, blood, and soul."
And just like that, the voice faded, leaving only stunned silence in its wake.
I stared at Freya, my mind reeling.
She yawned and stretched her tiny new wings without even noticing the monumental change she had undergone.
Luna slowly reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she brushed Freya's new tail.
"She's... she's one of us," she whispered, awe and shock mixing in her voice.
Through the bond, I could feel the wild swirl of Luna's emotions—disbelief, joy, confusion—all clashing in a beautiful storm.
Freya blinked up at us innocently. "Papa? Mommy? Why are you looking at me like that?"
I opened my mouth, trying to form words, but only a broken laugh escaped.
Our hatchling—our princess—was now, truly,
Ours.
And the world had no idea what it had just unleashed.
Freya blinked sleepily at us, rubbing her eyes—then paused.
Her tiny hands reached behind her back, feeling the flutter of the small, new wings.
She twisted, trying to see over her shoulder, then caught sight of her tail swishing lazily against the bed.
Her green eyes widened into huge saucers.
She stared at her tail.
Stared at her wings.
Stared at her hands.
Then back at Luna and me.
For a heartbeat, everything was perfectly still.
And then—
A high, bright laugh burst out of her.
"I have wings! I have a tail!" she cried, spinning around excitedly on the bed, her wings flapping awkwardly. "I'm like you! I'm really like you!"
Luna and I could only watch, stunned and unable to stop smiling as Freya practically bounced in place with excitement.
She looked up at us, her face flushed with happiness, tears sparkling in her green eyes.
"Thank you!" she said suddenly, voice thick with emotion.
"Thank you, Papa! Thank you, Mommy! You made me like you!"
Before either of us could move, she threw herself into my arms with all the force her tiny body could muster, laughing wildly.
I caught her easily, holding her close against my chest as she clung to me, her tail curling instinctively around my waist like she had been born for this.
Her small wings twitched against my chest as she buried her face in my tunic, her laughter vibrating through me like a second heartbeat.
For a moment, I could do nothing but hold her.
Luna moved in too, her own heart full and bright through our bond, and wrapped her arms—and wings—around both of us.
The soft leathery warmth of her wings encased us, shielding us from the world, creating a cocoon of love and safety.
I smiled so hard my face hurt.
This—
This was what I had fought for.
This was what I had unknowingly hungered for, all those lonely years.
A family.
My family.
Freya, our precious little hatchling, snuggled deeper into our embrace, her new tail flicking contentedly between mine and Luna's.
"You're perfect, little one," I whispered against her hair, my voice thick with emotion.
"You're everything we could have ever wanted."
Luna pressed a kiss to the top of Freya's head, her emerald eyes soft and shining.
Through the bond, her emotions poured into me—joy, pride, fierce protectiveness.
Love.
Freya giggled again, looking up at us both, her tiny fangs flashing as she smiled.
"I'm going to be the best dragon ever!" she declared proudly.
I laughed, tightening my arms around her.
"No, little princess," I said gently. "You're going to be the greatest dragon this world has ever seen."
And together—
Nothing and no one would ever stand in our way.