READER IMAGINES [1]

Hiccup x Reader

For @alphaflower123 thanks for requesting! Please enjoy (:

*Third person.
Word count: 4,748

It was a terrible night. Fire burnt half of the village down, creating anarchy, and thousands of dragons swooped at the village. The Vikings who lived there would not give up. They fought back with strength trying to defeat the dragons and save their home, but everything was out of control now.

As more houses caught on fire and started to burn to the ground, two babies lie in their connected cot crying out, sensing the disaster. Their hands were connected together as they wailed out loud. So young, so innocent they were, that they had no idea the kind of destruction that was happening upon the village. They only knew in their hearts that something was bad, and more terrible things were going to occur.

One of the babies mother, as the two infants were not related in any manner, was outside in the village trying to stop the war against dragons and humans. She would run from one end of the village to other trying to get the Vikings to stop, but none listened. And as she stopped yet another Viking, she heard the sound of a wall collapsing. When she turned to see the commotion, she saw that it was her home being torn apart by a dragon.

"The children!" She screamed, running towards her home.

She burst through the door and up the stairs. Upon opening the door she grabbed the sword that laid by the wall, and as she gripped the handle, ready to attack the dragon who had broken into her home, she saw that the dragon was not terrorising the babies at all, but instead was looking over them with its claw playing with their fragile hands.

She couldn't believe her eyes. The babies were not crying any more but instead they were laughing. Because their hands were holding on to one another's, they only got to hold onto the dragons' claw after the other had their fun with it.

What Valka saw was proof of everything she believed. Dragons weren't dangerous beasts but intelligent, gentle creatures. As she pondered her thought she lowered her sword, but the tip hit the floor, and the dragon heard the noise. It moved away from the babies, its' claw accidentally scratched both of their chins, and moved over to where Valka stood.

She gasped and moved backwards towards the wall near the door, fearing that the dragon would hurt her, but it didn't attack. It stared at her gently, but she had no time to think about it as the babies' crying was all that was important to her. Then suddenly a battle axe swung past her, almost hitting her and the dragon itself, and when she turned she saw it was her husband.

"Stoick!" She gasped.

"Valka, run!" He shouted.

The dragon clearly did not like him and began to breathe fire as Stoick ran across the room.

"No! Don't!" Valka urged, holding back the dragon.

But the fire was already catching and spreading among the house.

"Hold on!" He shouted above the flames.

Fire was around the cot and about to catch onto the blanket covering the babies before Stoick jumped over the burning fire to save the infants.

"No!" Valka suddenly screamed.

Before Stoick had time to react, the dragon headed straight for the cot, and he quickly grabbed his son, Hiccup, but he was too late in saving (Y/N). The dragon had already picked up the baby in its' claws and flew out of the house.

"(Y/N)!" Both Stoick and Valka yelled as the dragon flew away with the baby.

The cries of the baby were beginning to fade as the dragon flew further and further away from the village. With tears stinging both their eyes, Stoick and Valka ran out of their burning house with Hiccup safely nuzzled in Stoick's arms. Neither of them could save (Y/N), and when the war was finally over, the horrifying news of her parents death echoed throughout the village.