The Prophecy Of Peace

Rating; M

Pairing; Toothless X Hiccup

Disclaimer; I do not own How To Train Your Dragon, or Beauty and the Beast, which this fanfiction is based on.

Prologue

{Twelve Years Ago}

"Come along lads and lasses. Gather 'round now," called a portly male with blue eyes and blonde hair. The village children ages five to six made their way towards the man who summoned them. Five children sat down at a table close by the central fire burning in the room they were in. "Hiccup, hurry up," the man sighed to a six-year-old with auburn hair and green eyes that was lagging behind slowly. The boy, Hiccup, sat down quietly.

"What piece of Viking history do we get today, Gobber?" asked a male with short blond hair and green eyes.

"I'm glad yew asked, Fishlegs! No history lesson today, instead, you'll be told of the prophecy that was given to us regarding the dragon war that has been going on since Vikings first sailed here three hundred years ago," Gobber smiled.

"You're not telling them about that old thing, are you?" commented a villager in the room.

"Neva you mind, Spitelout. It was set by the first Viking Council that every new generation of Vikings is to hear the prophecy," Gobber rolled his eyes. "At ages five or older, and then again when they are teenagers," he added.

"It's a load of Yak dung is what it is," remarked someone else.

"Enough, Magnor. We might tire of hearing the story, but that is no excuse to ignore the laws," claimed a large male with red/orange hair and green eyes.

"Thank you, Chief," Gobber sighed in relief.

"Aye, just get on with the story," the Chief of the Tribe motioned.

"Now then. As I was saying, this prophecy has been passed down to every generation of young Vikings like yourselves in every Tribe since we arrived at the Archipelago three hundred years ago," Gobber started.

{Present Day}

[Hiccup's POV]

"It is said that an unbreakable bond will form out of sacrifice and understanding between a Viking and a dragon, that it will end a curse, war, and restore peace to the world," Gobber explained. I sat there listening to the prophecy I heard as a six-year-old boy. We were told it once, and now again as a reminder that my friends and I were at the age where it could happen. It would be pretty amazing if you ask me. A Viking and a dragon bonding? Breaking a curse, ending a war, and restoring peace? It seemed like there was a chosen one from both species, and for me, it was exciting to think about honestly.

"Woah. How would that even work? I don't get it," spoke a seventeen-year-old male with pale blond hair and blue eyes. That was Tuffnut Thorston talking, he was a twin to Ruffnut, who looked exactly like him except for their hairstyles.

"Yeah. Sacrifice and understand what?" questioned a female of the same age and look as the male who talked before her. And this would be Ruffnut Thorston, Tuffnut's sister and both of them were offspring to Sharpnut and Helga Thorston.

"What Viking in their right mind would…bond with a dragon?" stated a male with brown hair and blue eyes. Snotlout Jorgenson, the cocky one of our group. This guy is the only son of Spitelout and Frida Jorgenson. Spitelout is my dad's second in command.

"Excellent questions Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Snotlout," Gobber pointed out while naming the kids off in the order in which they spoke to him.

"And what curse?" asked a female with golden blond hair and sky blue eyes. Lastly of my friends, and my secret crush; Astrid Hofferson, daughter of Asvora and Magnor Hofferson.

"Another good question, Astrid," Gobber smiled. "Unfortunately, we don't know anything about what is said in the prophecy. It's been passed down for hundreds of years, spoken the same way each time. All we're clear on is that there will be a Viking who bonds with a dragon, and that will end a curse, war, and restore peace. It's believed by previous elders of the Tribe that it will be a Viking who is in their teens, and stands out from the rest; one that dares to be different,"

"That's stupid," Snotlout remarked.

"Vikings hate dragons. Why tell us this dumb story?" Tuffnut questioned.

"It's required that we do this because it means anyone of you could be that Viking," Gobber continued.

"It's part of our history," Fishlegs said; son of Hildegard and Colden Ingerman.

"I don't understand the curse though," Astrid said.

"None of us do, Astrid. All the elders can gather is that a curse got placed, and plays a role in the prophecy," said Magnor.

"And with that, all of ya have Dragon Training to get to," my father's voice cut through as I looked at him. Stoick Haddock, my dad. Oh, I'm Hiccup Haddock. Auburn hair and green eyes. Almost eighteen-years-old, and my old man's only child. My mother was taken by a dragon when I was a baby, and carried off. Did I mention that my father is Chief of the Tribe? Yep, the Hairy Hooligans. We reside in the Archipelago; a group of islands somewhere between Norway, Denmark, Iceland, and Scotland. Each island is home to a Tribe that is run by a Chief if male or Chieftess if female. The island we live on is called Berk. We're twelve days North of hopeless and a couple of degrees South of freezing to death. We live solidly on the meridian of misery. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Joyous, right? Oh, well. It was home nevertheless.

I was nothing like the rest of my Tribe. I loved to invent, though, most of them failed and I'd get yelled at for it. Also, I much enjoyed adventuring, not that I got to do it a lot. My father never lets me out of his sight because I'm his Heir, which means that one day, I'll become Chief of the Tribe. At that point, I'm expected to get married and give an Heir to carry on the bloodline. Although, I had no interest in doing any of that yet. Dragon Training is a segment of our teenage lives where we learn to fight, and kill dragons. Oddly enough, it's something I'm good at, but I do things…differently than the others. I don't attack or hurt the dragons, I just subdue them other ways, but no one sees how I do it. I guess it's made me a bit of a celebrity among the villagers. Overall, I live a good life, I just wanted more. The most exciting that would happen shortly was the final exam; this was a time where one Viking from the training group would be selected to kill their first dragon in the kill ring, and be named a real Viking, and Dragon Training Champion. The others would be appointed Vikings too, but the champion honor only went to one of that class.

"Listen up," Gobber announced. Yes, he was our dragon training instructor too. Gobber was a bit of everything. An unofficial uncle to me, the village blacksmith, dragon training teacher, translator for Gothi, our Tribe healer and elder. Gobber was a man of many jobs, and I looked up to him. Gobber is my mentor, and I train beneath him for blacksmithing too. "Come next month, the top two recruits will face off for the honor of killing their first dragon in the ring,"

Well, wasn't that just perfect? Not. I already knew I'd be selected as one of those recruits, and if I had to take a guess on who I'd be facing; it was Astrid. I didn't want to kill a dragon, I didn't believe it was necessary when I had my alternative techniques to subdue. Alas, that was not the Viking way according to my father. I understood his point of things; a dragon took his wife, and my mother away from us, so he had a deep-seeded hatred of the creatures. However, if there was another way, shouldn't we be trying it? I mean, minimize the injury and casualties on both sides would be better than bloodshed, would it not be? I suppose it didn't matter what I thought because it would be done as it had been for years. Occupational Hazard; that's what we Vikings always say when it came to fighting dragons.

Anyway. My thoughts had been on this prophecy; I'd researched whatever I could on it that was available to me to use. I knew it would be a Viking in their teenage years, one who stood out from the crowd. It was also mentioned that this person would be faced with a choice; it didn't say what kind. There was still nothing to be said about the curse, only that it would be broken by the human and dragon, which would lead to ending the war, and restoring peace. Nobody in the village believed this prophecy would come to pass; no one in any Tribe thought it because it was given three hundred years ago, and no one even came close to matching the vague description given about who the chosen one would be. All Vikings hated dragons, and wanted to fight them.

Except me.

I didn't want to fight the dragons. I wanted peace between both, and if this prophecy was predicted or however it came about, then apparently someone else must have believed peace was possible too. I was Viking, and in my teens. I know it sounded crazy, but it could be anyone right? I only felt it was me because I was the one Viking who was different from all the others. Wouldn't that be something? Me being the Viking who broke a curse, ended the war, and restored peace with help from a dragon. I know it was a fat chance in Valhalla. I suppose I shouldn't worry about it. I'd never get to see what else was out there because I was confined to Berk as my father's Heir. Hey, a boy could dream, right?