Meant To Be

Rating; M

Author; Nightstar Fury

Pairing; Hiccup & Signy[OC]

Disclaimer; I do not own the HTTYD movies or series. I also don't own any of the songs that I might use.

One: I'm What

[Normal POV]

"I'M WHAT?!" bellowed a seventeen-year-old male with auburn hair and emerald green eyes after hearing what his father had said. All the teenager could do was stand there in shock trying to process what he had been told while breathing heavily. He was so confused. The teen male closed his eyes trying to remember how and why everything had changed.

-Flashback-

[Hiccup's POV]

My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, and I live on the island of Berk with my father, Stoick the Vast Haddock who also happens to be Chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe that lives here with us. My mother was taken by a dragon when I was about a year old, and I don't have any siblings. My life has been anything but easy since I'm the village screw up. My name, Hiccup, means runt of the litter. Also, parents believe a hideous name will scare off Gnomes and Trolls. I've never seen any so it must be true. I've gotten bullied most of my life; I'd say since I was eight by a few of the villagers that I grew up with. I tried to tell my Dad, but I guess he's too busy to listen to my problems because he's running the village and keeping it safe from the dragon raids we suffer.

It happens every few nights where dragons will come in packs of thirty or more and cause trouble by stealing livestock, fish, or setting the houses on fire. According to my Dad, it's a war between our species that has been going on since Vikings first sailed to the islands of the Archipelago. Besides Berk, there are other islands out there with a village full of Vikings and lead by a Chief or Chieftess, sometimes both. Northwest of Berk is Murderous Island, home of the Murderous Tribe and run by a man called Madguts Axall. Also in the Northwest lies Visithug Isle, home to the Visithug Tribe which is run by Colby Haugen. East of Berk there is an island called Peaceable Country, and the Peaceable Tribe reside there under the rule of Thurmond Hagebak. Also, there was Shivering Shores Isle. I wasn't sure what the Tribe name there was, Dad never told me but I knew the chief was called Einar Erickson.

There isn't much to the Northeast of Berk except Uglithug Island, land of the Uglithug Tribe have Gunnar Falk as their chief. Another island in that direction is Bashem Isle; chief Elvar Amundsen resides over the Bashem Oiks Tribe. Southeast holds the islands of Meathead, Outcast, and Berserk. The Meathead Tribe is run by Mogadon Vollan. The Outcasts are lead by a man who goes uses the name, Alvin Holgerson. Finally, the Berserkers have Oswald Landvik. Moving Southwest of Berk has Hysteria and Bog-Burglar Islands. Hysteric Tribe falls under Norbert Knutson's rule. The Bog-Burglar's have Chieftess Bertha Boggs as their leader.

Not every chief or chieftess has an Heir, though, and some don't have lovers either. I guess it's not a bad thing, most of the reason a ruler marries is to produce an Heir to take their place if they should die or retire from the position. The life of an Heir is supposed to mean everyone respects you, that's not the case with me. I'm my father's biggest disappointment because I'm not Viking enough for him, I'm referred to as the worst Viking in history and that I'm many things but a dragon killer isn't one of them. To keep me out of trouble during raids, my father sticks me with Gobber, the village blacksmith. I've been working for him in the forge since I was maybe ten years old and Gobber has taught me everything he knows about blacksmithing.

Gobber and I are close; he's been like a father to me for as long as I can remember. I've never told him how the village treats me, but he knows when I need cheering up and does what he can to make me laugh. There is a group of people I've grown up with; Snotlout Jorgenson, Fishlegs Ingerman, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, and Astrid Hofferson. Snotlout is my cousin; his mom is my father's sister. Astrid and I are older than the others by a year, and I'm older than Astrid by a few months but my birthday comes every four years. Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut are the ones who mainly pick on me. Astrid minds herself and stays quiet. Fishlegs doesn't give me a hard time but he doesn't help me either, I guess I don't hold that against him.

I'm seventeen now, and something happened during the last raid. I was supposed to stay in the forge and help Gobber keep up on the weapons to be fixed, sharpened, or replaced but I didn't. When the fabled Night Fury made it's appearance, I took my chance. The Night Fury is the most feared dragon to Vikings because it's black as night and you never know where it is until it strikes. I shot it down with my bola launcher that I invented, and then I ticked off a Monstrous Nightmare and got scolded by my father where he told me to go back to the house, and he'd clean up my mess again. None of the villagers believed me when I said I shot down a Night Fury but I was going to prove it to them.

I made it to the forest and followed the path that the dragon would have fallen. It wasn't dead but wounded, I had the chance to kill it and I couldn't. Seeing this dragon's eyes, I saw fear and helplessness. I saw myself and couldn't kill it because I knew how it felt to be afraid and alone with no one to help. So, I did something that went against every Tribe in the Archipelago; I let the dragon go and instead of it killing, it let me go. We had a mutual understanding for one another. When I got back home, my Dad announced that he put me in dragon training with the other teens and I dreaded it. Of course, I didn't have a choice.

Over the weeks in training, I was also sneaking into the forest to see Toothless, the Night Fury I shot down. I was bringing him fish and helping recover while I learned more about him. I named him Toothless because of his retractable teeth, and we had bonded. Everything I learned with Toothless helped me succeed in dragon training, and that was amazing for a short time, now everything believed I was some prodigy who could subdue dragons without hurting them. In only a month, I had become someone my village was happy to see and greeted me with smiles, handshakes, and gathering around in training to watch me in action. I had dreams of moments like these, and yet, I found myself hating it all because they didn't know the truth of why I was so good.

I had everyone's praise, and acceptance, even the teens who bullied me, wanted to be my friend. Astrid wasn't too happy; I'm sure that she's jealous that I am doing better than her. After training sessions, I made away to the woods to meet up with Toothless, and at night before dinner, he and I would go flying together. I can't even explain how awesome it was to be in the sky. Toothless was completely healed and could leave whenever he wanted, but he chose to stay in the cove below Raven Point and wait around for me all day. Toothless is my best friend, and I loved having him in my life, things were perfect for me. I wish I could tell everyone the truth, show them that dragons weren't bad just misunderstood but it would break my father's heart, he was finally proud of me because I was the Viking son he always wanted me to be.

Not to mention, I would be put to death for befriending a dragon. It was against Viking law, and it was also something never done before. The rumor about Night Furies was that they never let their victims live, yet, Toothless let me live, and we were friends. Dragons were incredible creatures and something else I knew that my father would kill for; the location of the dragon's nest. Toothless and I found it on one of our flights by accident, we know the cause of the raids. Unfortunately, Toothless and I don't know how to handle it, and I can't tell anyone without blowing the secret about Toothless. I was at a loss of what to do and have been thinking about it while walking around town.

"Lad, there you are!" Gobber called as I snapped from my thoughts and looked over at him.

"Hey, Gobber, what's up?" I asked.

"Yer father has been lookin' for ya, said if I saw yew to have ya meet him at the hall," Gobber stated.

"I guess I'll go there now then," I sighed as I turned and headed for the Great Hall to find my father and see why he was looking for me. I reached the hall in fifteen minutes and looked up at the place where the village usually gathered for meals, celebrations, and if bad enough, hid out during a severe storm. 'Here goes,' I thought as I pushed the doors open with only a little trouble. I wasn't the burliest of men in my village, of any Viking for that matter. I was born early according to Gobber and growing up I've always been well, a toothpick. Despite my appearance, I do have some muscle from working in the forge the past seven years, and you couldn't see it because I was still lean-figured.

"Hiccup!" I heard my father shout as I looked to see him standing at the center table where the fire was burning in the middle and keeping the hall warm and lit along with some torches around the walls. There were some rectangular tables and benches too; this was where everyone sat around to eat, talk, or drink. "Where have you been?"

"Just wandering around, Dad, sorry. Gobber said you were looking for me?" I responded curiously. It wasn't often that my father wanted to see me, started happening when I got good in dragon training. Whoever did best would get to kill their first dragon in the kill ring in front of the entire village.

My father smiled wide and put his arm around me with a firm pat that made me cough a bit. My dad was a burly man, four hundred pounds standing at almost seven feet tall while I was close to one hundred and ten pounds, maybe less and stood at five foot seven inches. "Well, you're here now. Come, son, I have big news that I can't wait to announce to everyone at dinner," he led me over to the table and sat me down.

"So, what's the news?" I questioned looking up at him.

"You will find out when everyone else does. Big things are going to happen for you soon, and I just know you're gonna love it," Stoick beamed. I wasn't sure if I was going to like this at all, what could be so big that he couldn't tell me first? Still, my father seemed happy, so I'd let him enjoy this, whatever it was.

(Dinner Time)

I had to admit that as the time passed leading up to this moment, I was getting more nervous. My father wanted me in the hall so early because I was known for missing dinner and he wanted me to be here so I wouldn't miss the announcement that was going to be big regarding me. Everyone was in the hall now and sitting down with their food; I sat at the main table quietly with a cup of water just waiting. I wish I could be flying Toothless now; it's the only time I felt like things were right because it was peaceful and I was free.

"Alright Hooligans, settle down now. I have a few announcements before we dine," Stoick stood and raised his hands to quiet the Tribe down. Everyone stopped talking and looked to the chief and waited for him to make his announcements. Stoick faced me now and smiled, "Stand with me son," I got up from my seat and stood next to him quietly. "Earlier, I met with the council to discuss who would be the recruit that won the honor of killing their first dragon before the entire village," my father started, and somehow I was figuring out where this was going. "And now I'm surprised and proud to announce that the honor has been bestowed upon my only son, Hiccup!"

The room burst into applause as I forced a smile but inside I was screaming. "Yes, yes. That event will take place in a few weeks," Stoick laughed. Gods, I wanted to get out of here. I didn't want the honor; I couldn't kill dragons. I wouldn't. "Quiet down, there is much more to be said," he said and the room silenced again, "As everyone also knows, Hiccup is about to turn eighteen in five months, and you all know what that means..." Okay, what was my Dad getting at? I was turning eighteen, big deal. My birthday never meant anything to anyone before, why did it now? "It's time for my son to take his rightful place in the Tribe."

I blinked. Rightful place in the Tribe? I didn't understand. My father put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a slight squeeze, "Dad, I-I don't understand what's going on,"

"You're all grown up, and I couldn't be prouder. Since no chief could ask for a better successor, I've decided to make you chief," Stoick told me as my eyes widened. M-My father was making the chief of the Tribe? I hadn't had any training, and something about this seemed off to me. An Heir had certain requirements to meet before they became a chief or chieftess, there was no way I had met them all. Up until a month ago, I was the worst Viking around. Now I'd won the honor to kill a dragon, and I was being made the chief.

"Y-You want me to be chief?" I asked.

"Of course I do, Hiccup. You've come a long way in so little time, my boy, well, a young man now. You're almost eighteen, and I can train you for being a chief in no time, you've got what it takes to lead the village son. There's just one thing that has to happen," Stoick beams brightly and that nervous feeling from before returned.

'Gods, tell me it isn't having to kill that dragon in the ring,' I prayed to any God listening. "O-Okay? What...is it?" I asked while getting my cup of water; I needed a drink after all this.

Stoick patted my back a few times with a hearty laugh and then Gobber as well a few others began to chuckle as I lifted the cup to my lips calmly, then took a long sip. "For you to become chief, Hiccup, you have to get married!" As soon as the words 'get married' left his mouth, I lowered the cup and spat out the water with wide eyes while taking a few steps away from him.

"I HAVE TO WHAT?!" I asked in shock. For me to become chief I had to get married?! I didn't have another reaction for it, what else could I do besides yell what I did? Of course, at my outburst, the room had gone to silence as if they were surprised I didn't know. How was I supposed to know I had to get married to be chief?!

"Settle down laddie," Gobber told me with a hand on my shoulder while I was coughing since a little of the water went down my throat and caused me to choke on it. "Take it easy now,"

As I was able to catch my breath finally, "I just got told I won the honor to kill a dragon, get made chief, and have to get married in a matter of six minutes,"

"Eh, he's got a point," Gobber shrugged looking at Stoick now.

"Sorry son, I was just so excited to tell you all the big changes coming your way. In a month, you'll become a real Viking my boy, as you face the Monstrous Nightmare and slay the beast in front of everyone," my father tells me as I forced a nervous smile, Gods, I couldn't do it. There was no way I could kill a dragon, not after seeing and knowing the truth. "Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you the best part!" he adds as I look at him, "You're already engaged! I arranged the whole thing and finalized it last week. Isn't that great!?" he announces proudly and my eyes widened.

-End Flashback-

[Hiccup's POV]

"I'M WHAT?!" I bellowed out. I wasn't sure if I should be angry or happy but I knew I was confused. My father set me up for an arranged marriage? I was already engaged?! All I could do was stand there in utter shock of what I'd just been told by my father. I began breathing heavily trying to process everything. My head throbbed, and vision went blurry while getting light headed and stumbling slightly. I heard someone ask if I was okay but I couldn't make out who asked. Finally, everything around me faded out, and it went black.