Chapter Text
*Edited : 26/12/2018- Minor spelling mistakes and grammar.*
Chapter 1: Fire and Blood
[Hiccup]
He is a girl.
The shock of his situation scares him and leaves him dazed for several days. He is aware enough to know that the blond boy who constantly whispers cruel things is his brother. He does not like the boy but can do nothing but listen with wary observation. The boy is obviously unhinged and incredibly mad- something Hiccup finds alarming. He is obviously not anywhere near his village and he is smart enough to know he had died in his last moments before waking here. Hiccup mourns when he comes to such realizations; he grieves for his many friends and family. Above all else he despairs that he will never see Toothless again; his best friend is not here with him and it hurts.
As he grows Viserys, his new brother, tells him the history of their family. Hiccup is sceptical towards most of it but knows better than to anger his brother. He finds a friend in one of the men who’d sworn fealty to the king- apparently in this life Hiccup was royalty. Hiccup had no interest in joining his brother in revenge and conquering the Iron throne that is, supposedly, theirs. Instead, he busies himself with learning more about this new world and the history of his family and all the other major houses in Westeros.
Hiccup never hides his desires or beliefs that dragons are real, that they exist. It is the only thing about his family he is proud of. He dreams of Toothless some nights; his best friend looks different; not as friendly or approachable only similar in that his scales are the exact same shade as before. In his dreams Hiccup rides the wind and sky on Toothless’s back and his best bud has two siblings at his side. They are a family; the only ones Hiccup needs in this life. He tries to sleep more often simply to see them.
When Viserys sells him Hiccup had felt the sudden temptation to be rid of his own brother. He surprised himself with how deeply he wanted to give in. It bothered him slightly but as eventually he accepted that there was a darkness in him; a darkness that craved such things. Hiccup is aware that he is no longer a chief to a village; he acknowledges that he is not the man who died and left so many behind.
He is now a she.
Daenerys Targaryen- a lost princess.
He knows he can handle his new role with ease.
In a strange way the Dothraki ironically comfort him. They remind him of Vikings with how their habits are and their culture. Khal Drogo is firm in his leadership but not as cruel as he could be; his new husband- and isn’t just so weird to say, is demanding and strong. It is not hard for Hiccup to respect the man. He has spent so long in this new life, in this new body, that he has grown numb towards everything. He finds no motivation within himself to truly try and fight what is expected of him. He most likely would have died from being so detached and impassive of everything.
Everything changes the day he is presented dragon eggs as a wedding gift.
It is the first time Hiccup feels something other than emptiness in his chest. He shuts out the world, ignores the anger of his brother and the commands of his husband. Instead, Hiccup reaches out for the three dragon eggs. It is only when his fingers brush against the shell of the night black coloured egg does he feel the pulsing burn in his blood.
He cries and feels the thrum of life that responds to his touch.
“Hey bud, you found me.”
For the first time in his new life, Hiccup finally feels alive.