Hiccup's Point of View
Freya leaned against Luna and me, her small frame radiating a newfound sense of comfort and belonging.
For a few precious moments, the world outside didn't exist.
It was just us—the predator, the dragoness, and the little hatchling we had claimed as our own.
But peace, as always, could only last so long.
I caught Luna's gaze across the room, her brilliant emerald green eyes sharp and knowing. Through our bond, I felt her thoughts without words—it's time.
Freya deserved the truth.
All of it.
She trusted us with her heart.
Now it was time to show her what she had truly joined.
I straightened slightly, brushing a hand through Freya's tangled hair to get her attention.
"Freya," I said gently, my voice low but serious, "there's something important we need to show you."
Her bright green eyes blinked up at me, confusion flickering across her face, but she didn't pull away.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Luna moved first, rising with her usual, effortless grace. She stepped to the center of the room, her every movement radiating strength and control. I rose to stand beside her, gesturing for Freya to stay by the couch.
She obeyed without hesitation, watching us with wide, wary curiosity.
"We're not... exactly what you think we are," I began carefully, searching for the right words. "There's more to us than what you've seen. More than just strength, more than just fighting."
Freya's brows furrowed, her hands clutching the edge of her tunic tightly.
"This might scare you," I continued. "But remember this—we are still Hiccup and Luna. We are still yours. Nothing changes that."
For a moment, the air between us was heavy, thick with the weight of the unknown.
But then Freya gave a small, firm nod.
"I trust you," she said, without hesitation.
A surge of pride and warmth rushed through me at her words.
Through the bond, I felt Luna's heart pulse the same way—tight with protectiveness.
"Stay there," Luna said softly, her voice steady but commanding.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I reached inward, to the part of myself I had long since embraced.
The change came easily now—a ripple under my skin, a low thrum of power surging to the surface.
My bones shifted, strengthened.
My muscles coiled tighter.
Dark, glistening scales erupted along my arms and shoulders, spreading up my neck like creeping fire.
Wings unfurled from my back with a soft whoosh, the leathery membranes catching the cabin's dim light.
My fangs lengthened, sharp and gleaming, and the air itself seemed to vibrate with the energy rolling off me.
Beside me, Luna's transformation was even more breathtaking.
Her emerald green eyes burned brighter, her pupils slitting into narrow, predatory lines.
Sleek black-silver scales shimmered across her skin, catching the light in rippling waves.
Her wings spread wide, their span elegant and deadly, and her tail swayed behind her with a hypnotic grace.
Together, we stood—half-dragon, half-human. No longer hiding. No longer pretending.
We were what the weak feared and what the strong envied.
Freya's reaction was immediate.
Her green eyes widened, her mouth falling open slightly. She stood frozen, her small body tense—but not with fear.
With wonder.
"Whoa..." she breathed out, voice full of awe. She took an instinctive step forward, her hands curling slightly in fascination.
"You're dragons! No, wait—you're half-dragons? How does that even work? Can you fly? Do you breathe fire? Does it hurt to transform? Are your tails strong? How fast can you fly? Can you shoot fire out of your—"
"Freya!" I interrupted with a laugh, holding up one hand to halt the tidal wave of questions.
Her enthusiasm was so pure it made something ache in my chest.
"One question at a time," I said, smiling at her. "I promise, we'll explain everything."
She flushed slightly, ducking her head, but the grin stretching across her face was impossible to hide.
"Sorry," she mumbled, still practically vibrating with excitement. "It's just... this is amazing! You're amazing! Both of you!"
I chuckled, casting a sideways glance at Luna, who—uncharacteristically—let a small, fond smile ghost across her lips.
Normally, she only allowed me this close.
Normally, strangers were met with suspicion and claws.
But Freya wasn't a stranger anymore.
She was ours.
Our little hatchling.
Our family.
And as she edged closer, her eyes wide and shining with unrestrained wonder, Luna didn't recoil.
She let Freya approach, let her reach out and brush trembling fingers against the smooth scales covering her arm.
The sight hit me harder than any battle ever had.
A predator, a dragoness, and a little hatchling—bound not by blood, but by something far stronger.
By choice.
By instinct.
By love.
Freya didn't hesitate.
After a moment. With a small, delighted sound, she threw herself straight into Luna's arms, nestling against her without the slightest restraint.
I stiffened instinctively, half-expecting Luna to pull away or bare her teeth in reflex.
Instead, she only froze for a moment, her emerald green eyes widening slightly in shock.
Her wings twitched at her sides—a flicker of surprise pulsing through our bond.
But then... slowly, Luna relaxed.
With a low, almost inaudible sigh, she wrapped her wings protectively around Freya, pulling the little hatchling close against her scaled form.
Through our bond, I felt the wave of emotions hit—exasperation, a flicker of disbelief, but overwhelmingly... a quiet, stubborn warmth.
Acceptance.
Possessiveness.
Ours.
Freya wriggled happily, trying to make herself even more comfortable, the top of her messy hair pressing against Luna's shoulder.
"Story time!" she declared suddenly, her voice bright with excitement.
I couldn't help it—an amused snort escaped me as I leaned back against the wall, folding my wings neatly behind me.
The sight in front of me—Luna, the fiercest being I knew, cradling a tiny human girl with a tenderness few had ever seen—etched itself into my memory forever.
"Alright," I said, stretching slightly. "Story time it is."
Freya wriggled a little more, managing to wedge herself even closer against Luna's side, like a fledgling burrowing into its mother's wing.
Luna shot me a dry look over Freya's head, but there was no real annoyance in it—only a kind of resigned affection.
I chuckled and began.
I told Freya everything.
How Berk's cruelty had shaped me into something they could no longer control.
How Luna and I had first met—two predators recognizing each other across a battlefield.
How we had chosen one another, forging a bond not even fate could break.
Freya listened with rapt attention, her green eyes wide, absorbing every word like it was sacred truth.
She gasped at the story of the raid, grinned during the tales of our battles, and clutched at Luna's sleeve when I spoke about the hardships we had overcome together.
When I reached the part about her—about the day I first noticed the tiny shadow trailing me after the arena fight—Freya's cheeks flushed pink.
"And that's when I realized," I said, voice softening, "that maybe it was time to build something new. Something better."
Freya sniffled slightly but smiled up at me, her expression glowing with shy, fierce pride.
"You really are incredible," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Both of you."
I glanced at Luna, feeling the bond between us pulse warmly.
She met my eyes over Freya's head, and for the first time in a long while, there was no distance between us—only shared purpose, shared instinct.
She gave me a small, faint smile.
Soft.
Real.
The kind of smile she only ever gave me when words weren't enough.
And in that moment, sitting there with the two beings I would tear the world apart for, one thing became blindingly clear:
We weren't just surviving anymore.
We were living.
We were building.
We were a family.
And no force in the world would ever tear us apart.