New Author, guys! Exciting? (Probably not!) But I'll do my best to live up to the previous author's work.

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Drago's initiative changes dramatically during the battle of the bewilderbeasts. He wants Hiccup more than he's ever wanted anything in his life, but Stoick, Valka, Toothless, and Astrid aren't gonna let him go that easy. Drago x Hiccup.

(Some minor spoilers but this story does not follow the main plot of the movie, nothing major is spoiled.)

Grammar errors are likely ;)

When the blonde rider spoke of a dragon master, Drago instantly imagined a trained warrior thick with muscle and clad in weapons and armor. If he was really the son of Stoick the Vast then he would surely tower over his people with his bearded chin held high in pride for his already doomed homeland.

As much as he had hated Stoick, the thought of a younger version of him trying to steal his rightful place as ruler of all dragons made his blood boil.

He was filled with fury when he ordered his men to attack the sanctuary of the second bewilderbeast. However, as his ships surrounded the sharp, frozen island and his trappers and dragon army flooded its grounds, his rage subsided and a calm warrior stood in his place.

He was in control and he had a plan.

No dragon thief or dragon master would stand in his way not while he was in control of the alpha.

He walked through the battlefield with confidence. Watching as the traps went off and the flying beasts knocked each other out of the sky.

He knew what he wanted…at least, he thought he knew.

He spotted the thief just as a net surrounded the four-winged dragon and took it down. She was quick to attack him and he could tell she was female by the sound of her voice.

"You cannot take the dragons! They are controlled by the alpha!"

She yelled and lunged at him with her staff. He blocked her strikes and threw her back.

"Ah, and that is why I've brought a challenger." He stated.

He stepped back and began twirling his own staff in the air. He yelled loudly over and over again just as the ocean behind him began to inflate.

The thief paused and looked up in shock as another, much darker bewilderbeast rose above the waves. It roared and immediately headed towards the other alpha.

Their giant tusks clashed and shook the ground.

The thief attacked him again but he quickly knocked her down and held her there. He used his staff to force off the spiked helmet and gazed at her face as she struggled.

A normal Viking would find this woman beautiful, but Drago could see the typical, human nature in her eyes. She may live and behave as a dragon does but she did not have to soul of one.

How boring.

He was about to finish her off when a much stronger blow knocked him away. He staggered backward and was enraged to see Stoick the Vast still alive.

The massive, red haired Viking helped the thief back onto her feet. She immediately mounted her dragon and flew into the sky to try and stop the fighting.

Stoick swung his axe as they circled one another.

"You were burned!" Drago growled.

"It takes more than a bit of fire to kill me." The chief replied.

They lunged at one another, weapons clinging loudly with each strike. At one point Stoick had him on the ground. He was so close to defeating him until he saw the thief and her dragon flailing in the sky, dodging spit-fires of ice and barely hanging on.

"Val!" He yelled before abandoning Drago to mount his own dragon. It took to the sky and Drago watched him struggle to save the dragon thief.

A sound drew Drago's full attention. It rang through the air and expanded until a streak of black shot past his field of vision.

"Ah, the dragon master." He laughed.

He scanned the sky and was indeed graced with the sight of a Nightfury.

Then his smile faded.

The agile beast was not held down or conforming to the weight of a muscular Viking. In fact Drago couldn't tell the dragon had a rider until he noticed a thin form pressed flat against the creature's back.

Drago was intrigued. He watched in fascination as the black beast danced through the air, fast and effortless. The rider was not simply 'riding' the Nightfury, but moving with it. They moved together as if they were one.

Soon the two flew low and descended right in front of him.

He remained standing and stared in fascination at the beast and it's rider. There was some sort of contraption that began at the creature's front and connected to the rider's false leg. It literally joined them until the dragon master detached himself, causing the fake tail in the back to shift wildly for a moment.

He then realized that the rider was necessary for the beast to fly. They were truly two different parts of one creature.

Drago stood still. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for but when the so called 'dragon master' removed his helmet, something within Drago simply clicked into place.

The boy had a young face with a mess of auburn hair. His body was lean and small and nothing like Stoick.

What fascinated Drago the most however, were the boy's eyes.

He was used to seeing Vikings look at him with fear or rage. Sometimes with pity or disgust. It was always so human, so similar, so boring.

This boy's eyes were…curious.

They observed him with open thoughts and caution and emotions that Drago could clearly see but couldn't quite understand.

He quickly glanced at the eyes of the Nightfury and was surprised to see the same exact look.

This boy had the eyes of a dragon.

The dragon master stepped forward cautiously. He lowered himself and his thin limbs bent in a way that mirrored the creature next to him. The dragon growled and took a threatening step forward but the boy held a hand back to calm him. Without even looking, this boy knew exactly what the beast behind him was doing.

This was obviously a human boy standing next to a dragon but the way they moved and they way they were looking at him said otherwise.

What were these two, a dragon with the mind of a human or a boy with the body and strength of a Nightfury?

Then the boy spoke to him.

"Are you Drago?"

This was definitely the voice of a boy. Not the deep boom of a grown chief like Stoick, or any Viking for that matter. This was a boy with the eyes of a dragon and the movement of a dragon.

This boy was a dragon.

Drago suddenly felt a strong desire burst into the front of his mind. It was stronger then the desire to become master of all the dragons and stronger than the desire to conquer every island in the sea.

It was the desire to own this dragon boy.

"Please, we have to stop this fighting! It doesn't have to be this way!"

The boy continued to speak and plead with him but Drago did not see a begging nature within the boy's eyes. Green orbs were glued to him. They were bright and absorbing and when they looked away briefly to stare back into the Nightfury's own, the two pairs of eyes locked and an understanding passed between them. They spoke without words.

Drago cocked his head to the side in fascination.

A new plan was forming in his mind. However, his bewilderbeast would be of no use. If he used the alpha's control the steal the Nightfury he would not have the boy.

He wanted the boy, the boy who was both human and dragon.

Drago turned and held his staff into the air. He cried out wildly, causing the dark alpha to stop his attack on the other giant beast and back away. It looked down at Drago obediently.

The other airborne dragons all paused in confusion and most of the fighting stopped. Even the dragon riders stopped what they were doing to see what was happening. It felt as thought the entire attention of the battleground was now on him and his dragon boy.

The boy looked up at him in shock and Drago could see relief, caution, desperation and other emotions flicker across his expression. It was amazing. The boy's face was constant whirlpool of information that gave hints to what lay behind those mysterious green eyes.

"I'll negotiate with you, dragon boy." Drago spoke.

The Nightfury took a step closer to the boy at the sound of Drago's sickly voice.

"R-really?" The boy asked. His knees were still bent in caution. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

Drago chuckled darkly and flicked his staff. He gestured to all off the surrounding dragons and the unmoving state of the battlefield.

"This battle; I'll stop all of the fighting…but in exchange…"

He lifted his staff and pointed it directly at the boy's face.

"You will be mine"

The Nightfury reacted faster then the boy did. The black beast roared and bared his teeth threateningly at Drago. The dragon boy was stiff and his eyes were wide with shock.

"You…you can't be serious." He breathed and took a step back. The Nightfury's head nudged at the boy's legs in an attempt to beckon his rider away from the strange man. He continued to growl and bear his teeth.

Drago held his staff in the air. The dark alpha stared at him expectantly, waiting for his master's signal while the other giant beast recovered from the earlier bashing and guarded his ice fortress.

"The choice is yours, it will be easy to continue this battle." Drago threatened.

The dragon boy held his hands forward in a gesture of peace and caution as though he could prevent Drago from moving with that gesture alone.

"Me, you want me? Why? I don't understand."

Drago's eyes narrowed and he paused before replying.

"Neither do I."

The boy stared at Drago then looked all around at the other dragons on the battlefield before glancing at the Nightfury.

"How can I trust you?" the boy asked.

Drago grinned and moved his staff. He pointed it towards the water and immediately the dark alpha slowly stepped away from the battlefield and back into the ocean. It's massive feet crushed traps and ships but soon enough the trembling from it's footsteps subsided and the creature was fully submerged and out of sight.

Drago's men began calling out to him in confusion but he raised a hand to silence them.

He then held a hand out towards his dragon boy. Although this whole time Drago was calm and confident as soon at this boy appeared on his Nightfury his heart had begun beating frantically. He was afraid that this boy, the object of his newfound desire, would disappear on light feet and vanish into the sky on his black dragon.

The boy continued to stare at him in confusion. However, his shoulders sunk in defeat. The Nightfury was growling wildly and the boy placed a thin hand on its head.

"Shh…bud it's okay. It's okay." He whispered.

The black beast's pupils expanded and he looked up at his rider. He cooed and grumbled sadly.

The boy slowly took a step forward. His green eyes were still wide and cautious but there was now a fire burning within those orbs. He had made a decision and he was determined to follow through. He would do anything to end this war.

Drago waited for the boy but his outstretched fingers twitched with each movement.

The one legged boy took one more step and Drago's patience broke. He reached out and latched onto the boy's arm before pulling him forward and quickly striking him in the back of the head.

He fell unconscious and Drago scooped up his limp body just as the Nightfury let out a loud, screeching roar that echoed across the entire battlefield.

Drago leapt away as the dragon charged him. Another dragon, one from his army, attacked the Nightfury and the two dragons clawed at one another, giving him time to escape with his prize.

He held the boy bridal style and brought his dragon-hide cloak around to shield him from view.

"Head back to the ships!" He yelled out to his men.

His army fell back and quickly began dismantling their gear and retreating back into the ships but the Nightfury's roar had started a counter attack from the enemy dragons and dragon riders. Constant blasts of fire were taking out their equipment and damaging their ships. Their armored dragons were barely holding off the attack without the alpha backing them up.

"Hiccup!"

Drago looked up to see the blond rider he had encountered on his ship before along with his former dragon trapper. They descended towards him on the back of a Deadly Natter. She reached out towards the dragon boy's face, the only thing visible from beneath his cloak.

Drago growled at her and used his staff to latch onto a dragon nearby. He snarled at it and shoved it in the blonde rider's direction. The beast obediently shot into the air and attacked the Deadly Natter.

He continued running towards his ship with his dragon boy still tucked safely in his arms. He leapt over traps and shoved past his own men and dragons, almost desperate to escape with his precious cargo.

"Forget the traps!" He yelled out to his army while dodging another blast of fire. "Everyone back on the ships-"

He skid to a halt in front of his ship as he noticed what stood between him and his vessel.

Stoick the Vast slowly stepped towards him while easily knocking soldiers and dragons out of his way. He pointed his axe at Drago. His eyes were alight with rage.

"Where do you think yer going with my son?"

Drago glanced down at the unconscious face of his dragon boy then growled and spun around only to see the Nightfury slowly stalk up behind him. The black beast roared ferociously, yellow eyes narrowing into slits.

Drago adjusted the boy so he could hold him more firmly then, growing desperate, he stuck his staff into the air and started calling out to his bewilderbeast. However, his staff was suddenly knocked out of his hand and he looked up to see the four-winged dragon and the dragon thief descend upon him.

"Unhand him!" the woman cried as she whacked him hard across the face with her staff.

Drago felt himself fall backwards and all at once his precious dragon boy was ripped from his grasp and lifted into the sky in the arms of the dragon thief.

"Noooo!" Drago cried out and snarled while reaching for the boy.

However, now that he was no longer holding the boy the Nightfury let loose a blast of blue fire that knocked off his false arm and broke it across the front of his ship.

Drago fell upon his knees and stared upwards as his newest and strongest desire disappeared into the clouds. He felt a sense of dread and emptiness wash over him in waves. The feeling only grew as he continued to sit there and stare into the sky.

He felt one of his men grab him forcefully and drag him towards the ship just as Stoick mounted his dragon and flew after his son.

"No…he's mine…HE'S MINE!" Drago Bludvist screeched as loud as he could as what remained of his fleet fled into the open ocean and away from the dragon riders.

Valka was practically gasping with breath as she tried to calm down. She continued clutching her only son tight enough so that she could feel the constant beating of his heart.

Cloudjumper grumbled softly in a comforting manner as he glided them gently through the safety of the clouds.

Valka took another deep breath and she slowly laid Hiccup down to rest against the back of Cloudjumper's neck.

She touched his unconscious face and then felt around for injuries. She sighed in relief when all she found was a lump on the back of his head.

"Oh Hiccup." She spoke softly while running her fingers through his auburn hair.

Another shape started rising above the clouds and Valka started to panic before she realized it was only Stoick on the back of Skullcrusher.

"How is he?" He flew close to them.

"Oh! He's fine, he's alright, Stoick."

Stoick sighed deeply and ran and hand down his face. "Drago and his army retreated, it's safe to come down now."

Astrid was the first one to come to Hiccup as they flew back to the deserted battleground. She did not wait for Cloudjumper to reach the ground. She flew upwards on Stormfly and leapt onto the four-winged dragon. She immediately embraced Hiccup's unconscious form and started frantically kissing his face while Valka tried to keep them all from falling.

Valka, not knowing that her son had a girlfriend, became very defensive at first and almost shoved the girl away. Now she and Cloudjumper landed a bit awkwardly while trying to hold onto Hiccup and calm Astrid down at the same time.

Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins came to check on Hiccup as Stoick and Gobber gently carried him into the cave and found a place for him to rest.

Valka's dragons also stopped to check on the unconscious boy as each one flew by.

It took half an hour for Hiccup to finally wake up. When his eyes cracked open, the first word he whispered was

"Toothless."

And immediately the Nightfury who had been waiting at the bottom of the cave because he couldn't fly, found it necessary to claw his way up the side of the icy sanctuary and shove himself past every Viking standing in his way.

He gently nudged his face against his rider's and cooed happily as Hiccup laughed in return.

Gobber cooked food and they celebrated the victory against Drago Bludvist. They sang, the twins danced and the dragons flew freely into the sky.

The only person without a smile was Stoick who sat still and quietly contemplated what he would do when Drago returned for his son.

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