Little Talks (Part I)
In which Hiccup finds his mother during the first movie, not the second, and things are a little different.
(Inspired by a deviation developed by avannak, who super sweetly gave me permission to write this. This is part 1; I’m working on part 2 now. Which involves the battle with the Red Death and Hiccup losing his leg, but now Valka is there and so are my tears.)
In all that happened, she blamed the Night Fury.
She wasn’t even supposed to have a Night Fury. They were rarely seen, and when she did spot them they traveled in small tight knit pods, sticking with their own kind. But in her third year in the dragons’ nest, she found a lost hatchling, about two years old (the same age as your own baby, a traitorous voice said in the back of her head), that had been separated from his pod. He was smaller than most Night Furies she’d seen- most likely he’d been the runt of the litter and left behind. He was a stubborn thing, though, and despite his small stature he grew up strong and thriving, and eventually reached a decent size. She tried to name him, but unlike the other dragons, he didn’t seem to respond. The other dragons learned their names, and Cloudjumper would alight at her side if she so much whispered, but the Night Fury never heeded her, no matter what she called him. Eventually she gave up, and let him be.
It was nearly her fifteenth year in the nest when the Night Fury went missing.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to wander off for days at a time. She suspected he was looking for his pack; he always came back with his tail drooping and he wouldn’t eat for a few days after.
This time, though, he didn’t return after a few days. Or weeks. And when a month passed, she took Cloudjumper and went in search of him.
She hadn’t gone this from the nest since she had been taken. It was both terrifying and liberating, to fly free over unfamiliar lands and seas. At night she slept in small caves and hollows, avoiding any of the villages that might be nearby.
She found the Night Fury on her second week, downed in a cove. “There you are!” she called in relief as she slid from Cloudjumper’s back onto solid ground. “Where have you been, you foolish boy?”
The Night Fury warbled in a happy reply and bounded over the grass to her. She flung her arms around his neck. “What’s kept you?” she asked. “It’s not like you to be gone this long.”
He huffed a warm breath on her cheek, twisting around her, and she spotted the ragged edge of his tail. “Oh, my poor love,” she murmured, her mind already racing. No wonder he hadn’t come back. And how was she supposed to get him back to the nest if he couldn’t fly?