Written at: 27 December 2021
Story Word Count: 16,818
Language: English (UK)
History:
Publish (FFN) - 14 March 2022
Publish (AO3) - 14 March 2022
Pairing:
- Hiccup (Toothless) x Light Fury
Hiccup never really understood aspiration.
It was something that he never had, mostly because he never really have anything to look out for. Maybe if he was a human child, he would experience something like that as he grew older. However, reality demanded him to be a dragon, and thus, he felt like he had no purpose in life.
He did not have anything to care for besides himself, and the only friends and family he cared for were Valka and Cloudjumper. He trusted them both to take care of themselves, and thus, did not pay them much in mind. The village of Berk was simply a place for him to live, ignoring the fact that he could nest anywhere wherever he wanted as a dragon.
Even one year after finishing his quest, Hiccup felt lost as to what to do next. He wondered if there were more that he could learn in his life. Occasionally, he would visit Valka and Cloudjumper, talk and help some dragons around the nests he had visited before. He would sometimes mend their wounds with his unique ability.
His mother demanded it. As strange as it was, helping other dragons helped to mend their relationship, even if she was not there to see it. She somehow knew if he helped dragons only when she was around. He assumed Cloudjumper had something to do with it.
He never participated in raids, mostly because he did not see any reason to help, and he did not care for other dragons. It was also because he did not have the time, as he often had to go back and forth between the nests and Berk. Healing dragons in need was the best he could do.
He avoided Red Death's nest and her dragons, for obvious reasons.
In his quest to find his purpose, he mostly spent time in the village, trying to understand how they work on things. His job as blacksmith apprentice went well, most of the time. Sometimes, he would make contraption and tried them out far from the village. Being able to fly really helped the transportation of such things.
It was also a way for him to pass time, when he had nothing else to do. Alternatively, he would go flying up high in the sky as a dragon. The feeling of freedom would relax him from emotional burden or existential crisis he may had. It was his way to cope as he look for purpose in life.
And so, Hiccup was at peace with himself.
"Hiccup."
Most of the time.
"Hey Astrid." Hiccup spoke. The 10-year-old boy was alone at the forge, in his human form. The boy had his blacksmith apron on, and he was picking up some iron ingots from the table.
Astrid had come up to the forge window. "I need some knives. Do you have them?"
"Sure. Give me a second." Hiccup replied as he carried the iron ingots and dumped them into the furnace. "What kind of knife?"
"Daggers." Astrid answered. "My dad dropped an order for a dozen couple days ago."
Hiccup moved to the window and looked down under the desk. There were several weapons under wraps there. They had labels on them. "Err… Hofferson House. 12 daggers. Five days ago." He grabbed the labelled wraps and placed it onto the table. "Already paid for."
Astrid picked up the wrap. She opened it, revealing a dozen of knives. "… Alright. Looks good."
"Great." Hiccup nodded. He picked up a broad sword cast from the side. "Have a good one."
The petite girl watched as Hiccup went to the furnace and placed the cast there. He dumped the molten metal from the furnace through the funnel. When it was done, he moved the slot aside, grabbed another cast, and poured another molten metal onto it. She could feel the heat from there.
"That looks hot." Astrid commented.
Hiccup blinked. He looked back and noticed that Astrid was still there. "Uh, yeah. It is."
"How did you do it?" She asked, curious.
"You just get used to it." Hiccup shrugged. He pushed the other cast and dumped more molten metal onto it. He repeated this process, until there was no more metal in the furnace. In the end, he had eight moulds filled with cooling molten metal.
While waiting for them to cool off, Hiccup moved onto work with other parts of the tools and weapons. He assembled the guards and handles, using wraps to cover the handles and certain kinds of bolts and screws to hold them in place.
Astrid was curious. It was something that Gobber never really done before. Usually, whenever she watched Gobber do blacksmithing, swords were typically simple to make. Have the whole thing casted, smooth them with the grindstone, wrap the handle and called it a day.
However, Hiccup seemed to go up and beyond to make them somewhat unique. He had those bolts and screws that she did not know how he could possibly made, and the screw head looked interesting. Some were diamond-pyramid shaped, while others were simply square. They were used to construct the handles.
Suddenly, someone pushed her aside. It was a Viking coming towards the window. "Hey, Hiccup!"
Hiccup turned to look at him. "Hey Ack." He greeted the Viking.
The white-bearded Viking laughed. "That sword you sold me, that was great!" He praised. "I used it to chop off some trees and it worked! Err, by the way, could you fix this? It's a bit blunt." He spoke as he placed a holstered sword onto the table.
Hiccup moved to check the sword. Astrid's eyes widened. The handle was simple, but it had its own character. It was made of wood, with leather wrapped on it. The handle guard was a straight metal with a diamond-shaped screw on the middle.
It was simple, yet it had its own character. The style was his signature.
Most importantly, the style looked like her own axe.
Hiccup pulled out the sword from the scabbard. The sword itself looked fine. The centre part of it was sanded. However, the edges were all blunt. The boy sighed.
"Ack, sword is not meant to cut trees." He spoke, exasperated.
"It was!" Ack laughed. "I won a bet with Bucket and Mulch about it. They'd never hear the end of it, hahah!"
Hiccup let out a sigh. "Great." He said as he unscrewed the diamond-shaped screw. When it was unscrewed, the blade section slide off. He pulled a new blade underneath the table, popped it in and screwed the sword back in. He slid it back into the scabbard when he was done.
"Here." Hiccup grunted as he gave the holstered back to Ack. "Try not to break it by evening."
"Thanks, Hiccup!" Ack cheered. He dropped a bag of money onto the table and walked away.
Hiccup grabbed the money and placed it under the counter. He grabbed the blunt blade and placed it next to the grindstone. The boy then noticed that Astrid was still standing at the window.
"What else do you need, Astrid?" Hiccup asked.
"Oh! Sorry, I was just… interested." Astrid admitted. "I've never seen a sword like that before."
"When you're a blacksmith in a village full of impatient Vikings, you have to be quick on fixing their weapons." Hiccup shrugged, continuing to assemble the parts on the other table. "Gobber did it by reforging them. I did it by making them easy to take apart and replace them with spare parts. It's much easier to mass produce quality tools and weapons that way."
"But it's more complex." Astrid pointed out.
"True." Hiccup nodded. "But it's better than having to reforge them and remake them from ground up, when you can just replace the part that's broken with something else."
Another Viking came to the window and slammed a broken axe onto the table. "Hiccup!"
Hiccup looked up. "Hi Phlegma."
"Your axe finally broke." The female Viking – known as Phlegma, spoke.
Hiccup looked onto the table. His eyes widened. The wooden handle was literally snapped in two. There was a thin metal cast hidden inside it. "How… What did you do to it?"
"I embedded it to a tree and tried to stand on it to grab an apple." Phlegma explained. "But I couldn't reach it, so I got Hoark climb on my back to grab it. Then Spiteout came and climbed on as well. We got the apple, but the axe snapped right after that."
"Hiccup!" Another Viking came to the window. It was Spitelout – father of Snotlout. "Do you still have some of your axe around? I want one that Phlegma has."
Hiccup groaned. He grabbed a large standard axe from under the counter and placed it there. It hit the table with a loud thump. "Here. Just don't break it like Phlegma did."
"I won't." Spitelout dropped a pouch of money and grabbed the axe. Then, he walked away, whistling while doing so.
Hiccup grabbed the money and placed it under the counter. He moved and disassembled Phlegma's axe. As he did, he looked at Astrid. "Do you still need anything?"
Astrid looked a bit stunned for a moment. She remembered struggling to lift the heavy axe that her father had lying around. Hiccup had just lifted it like it was nothing from under the counter.
"I'm… gonna go." The petite girl started. "Yeah. I got the stuff. Thanks."
"Alright." Hiccup nodded to her. With that said, Astrid walked away, looking deep in thought.
He finished replacing the handle on the axe and dropped it in front of Phlegma. "Here. Don't break them."
"Thanks Hiccup." Phlegma cheerfully spoke as she dropped a pouch of money to the counter. She grabbed the axe and walked away, prancing while doing so.
Hiccup grabbed the pouch of money and placed it under the counter. He looked at the broken handle on the table. He shook his head.
Sometimes, he was amazed at how Vikings managed to break their tools and weapons. At least it was a good source of entertainment.
Hiccup yawned. He had moved to a nearby cave at Berk later that day. In his dragon form, he made his bed using plasma flame. He softened the flaming ground and lay down there. He closed his eyes, trying to get some rest.
The Night Fury was tired. There was a lot more Vikings there getting their weapons fixed, broken in ways he did not expect. He wondered what everyone was doing with them. It reminded him of Loki Day – where everyone would be causing all sorts of mischief without much consequence. He needed some rest that afternoon before going flying later.
Hiccup had fell asleep for few hours before he heard someone calling out for him. "Hello? Dark Chaser?"
Hiccup opened his eyes. There was nobody in the cave, meaning that there was someone outside. He walked out from the cave to see a family of Deadly Nadder. There were four Deadly Nadders there, adult and female couple and two hatchlings. It was noted that the female was missing a right wing.
Hiccup squinted his eyes. "Hello. What do you need?"
"Dark Chaser." The male Deadly Nadder spoke. "We need your help."
"… Okay?" Hiccup was somewhat half asleep. He had not gotten enough rest.
"My mate had lost her wing from a dragon raid. We heard of your amazing healing ability from other nests." The adult male Deadly Nadder pleaded. "I beg you, please heal my mate."
"Why should I help you?" Hiccup questioned.
"W- We're from Red Death nest." The dinosaur dragon explained. "We're sorry that we offended you before. I- I do not want to lose her."
Hiccup pondered. What was exactly they were playing there?
"Let's just go." The female Deadly Nadder softly spoke, nudging the male Deadly Nadder. "He have no reason to help us."
"I don't want to lose you, love." The male Deadly Nadder whispered, nuzzling his mate. "I- I have to try. I don't want to lose you. Nobody could take care of the hatchlings better than you."
The male Deadly Nadder stepped forward and bowed down to Hiccup. "I want to make a bargain. Give my mate her flight back and I- I will offer one of my hatchlings to you."
That immediately snapped Hiccup from his half-asleep state. "What?!"
"All I ask is-"
"No." Hiccup interrupted, shaking his head. "No, no, no, no. No. I'm not taking your hatchling."
"Dark Chaser, please." The male Deadly Nadder pleaded. "We don't have anything else to offer you."
Hiccup came close to the female Deadly Nadder and pressed his paw to her. He casted dragon magic onto her, instantly growing her wings back. Once that was done, he approached the male Deadly Nadder and glared at him.
"You would just give me your hatchling to me for your mate's flight?" Hiccup growled, making the male Deadly Nadder took a step back in fear. "How dare you. Hatchlings were meant to be cherished! They weren't meant to be traded for favours!"
"I- I'm sorry Dark Chaser." The male Deadly Nadder immediately limped and bowed down to him, showing complete submission to him. "Please forgive me!"
"I healed dragons free of charge simply because it was the right thing to do." Hiccup fumed. "I do not ask for favours. I do not care who you are. I do not care what you are. And you come to me, offering those hatchlings to you for your mate's recovery?"
"Please have mercy." The male Deadly Nadder begged. "I just don't want my mate to be eaten by her."
"Do you care for your hatchlings?" Hiccup challenged, circling the Deadly Nadder. "Or do you care more for your mate?"
"I-" The male Deadly Nadder shuddered a breath. "I care for my family."
Hiccup stopped in front of him and narrowed his eyes. "Then break through Red Death's call and move to the Dragon Sanctuary."
The male Deadly Nadder gaped. "B- But the Great King would kill us! We served under Red Death for world cycles and-"
Hiccup growled. "I don't care. Do you want to follow that, or do you want me to rip your wings instead?" He began circling him once more. "Or you want me to take your mate instead and turn her into my slave?"
The male Deadly Nadder whimpered. "I- We'll do it. We'll move to the Great King's nest."
"Good." Hiccup nodded. He picked some distance between them and sat there. "Now go. Don't make me regret sparing you."
The family of Deadly Nadders immediately flew up into the sky. They frantically fly away from the area.
Hiccup shook his head. He could not believe how that Deadly Nadder was willing to give his hatchling to him to heal his mate. It was outrageous! He thought about going back to sleep, before deciding against it.
That event made him lose his desire to sleep.
He did wonder why he reacted like that. It was most likely leftover from his dragon side. That was something to be noted.
With that in mind, he headed back into the cave.
Weeks passed. Hiccup was annoyed with his dragon behaviours.
The boy was in his human form. He was walking down the forest, trying to find the right spot for him to sleep. He looked tired, with bags under his eyes. Occasionally, he would yawn as he walked down the dirt path.
Who knew Night Furies were nocturnal? It was far easier to fall asleep during the day than night. He had never experienced this until yesterday, when he accidentally fell asleep during the day and woke up at night. It had messed up his sleep schedule.
Gobber had sent him off from the forge when he noticed Hiccup was not focused on his work. His father had kicked him out of the house, since he wanted him to work at the forge. He was forced to go to the forest, since there was nothing else to do at the village.
Hiccup stopped in front of a tall forest tree. It had a large branch that looked sturdy enough to hold him up. He looked around. The place was quiet. There was nobody around. His senses gave him all clear on the area.
He was not that far from the village. That would not be a problem. He could turn himself invisible. It was the first tree that looked sturdy enough for him, and he was too tired to look for another one further down the forest.
The boy had decided. He morphed into his dragon form.
Upon transforming, he stretched his body. He lowered his back, raised his rear and drew back his body. The boy turned dragon shuddered in relief as he popped his joints. When that was done, he let out a wide yawn. He smacked his lips, before looking up to the certain branch. He crouched and jumped up high onto the branch.
It creaked under his weight. However, it was strong enough to hold him up. The dragon looked down, before wrapping his tail onto the branch. He moved to hang himself upside down on the branch, using his tail to hold him up. It made him look like a bat.
He wrapped his wings around him, before turning himself invisible. The plan was to sleep during the day, and then force himself to sleep during the night. Hopefully, that should fix the sleeping schedule problem.
He shifted around a bit to make himself comfortable. After finding the comfort, he closed his eyes. The exhaustion and weariness made him instantly fell asleep.
"Hey! Dark Chaser?"
Hiccup growled. It was only five minutes and someone already calling him?! He poked his head out to see who it was. It was a Deadly Nadder, carrying a hatchling on its back. The hatchling had its wing injured.
The two of them were looking for him. Hiccup realised that while he was invisible, they could still smell and track him. The Night Fury noted that he needed to work on hiding his scent later.
He did not want to deal with them. He wanted to sleep.
"Dad, is he even here?" The hatchling asked its father.
"His scent says he's here." The Deadly Nadder replied. "Stay here. I'll look around for him."
"Okay, dad." The hatchling spoke as it jumped off its father's back. The Deadly Nadder began wandering around the place, looking for him.
Hiccup covered his head under his wings. He knew why they were there. They wanted him to heal them. He did not want to deal with them. He wanted to sleep.
He closed his eyes and relaxed to sleep. However, it was interrupted once more by the sound of wings moving around.
"A Spiked Two-Legs hatchling?"
"Hello!"
Hiccup ignored them. He did not bother to look who or what it was. He was focused on trying to sleep.
"Did you know where the Dark Chaser is?"
"My dad is looking for him."
"Oh." There was a pause. "Have your dad checked on Dragon Sanctuary?"
"My dad said that the Great King hates my family."
"That's a shame. He's a good alpha."
There was another sound of someone landing. "Flame Skin! Are you here to meet the Dark Chaser?"
"I am. Did you found him?"
"I didn't, but I did found a human village."
Hiccup heard someone landing. "Wait, why is everyone here?"
"We're looking for Dark Chaser. Did you know where he is? His scent trail ends here."
"I don't know. Let's spread around and start looking for him."
"Right. Someone need to guard this place. We have the wounded here."
"Let's go." Hiccup heard dirt footsteps spread around the place.
Then, he heard multiple dragons landing. "Greetings. We've come from baritone nest."
"YOU! What are you doing here?!"
"We're here for the Dark Chaser. We need him to heal our wounded."
"Dark Chaser aren't going to heal your wounded. You're too arrogant for him!"
"Hah. You should see yourself! Unlike you, I have a fish to offer him."
"What?!"
"Maybe I can bribe him to join my nest. Who knows?"
"Oh, he's not joining your nest. I'll show you!" Hiccup heard someone taking off.
The invisible Night Fury heard even more dragons coming in. "Girls! Have you heard about the new leader in that Flame Skin nest?"
"Wait, they have a new leader?"
Hiccup was seething with anger. They were gossiping and they were loud!
"I saw the new leader. It was the son of the previous one – a Flame Skin too. He was so strong and juicy!"
"Not because he can light himself on fire?"
"That too. Oh, he's definitely mate material. I wonder who he's going to pick this mating season."
"Imagine him and Purple!"
Hiccup heard loud squeals. He decided that was enough.
The Night Fury unwrapped himself and turned himself visible. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" He screeched, baring his teeth down to the offender.
Looking down, he saw dozens of dragons there. There were various species, ranging from Monstrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders to the small Night Terrors. They were looking up and staring at him with surprised expression.
It took them a few seconds to notice his enraged expression. They instantly cowered in fear. "D- Dark Chaser!"
"Please, forgive us!" One of the Deadly Nadder pleaded. She was trembling.
"Why are you even here, anyway?!" Hiccup snarled at them, scaring them further.
"Dark Chaser, please help us!" One of the Monstrous Nightmare pleaded. "My hatchling is injured."
"Then go to an alpha nest and wait for me there." The Night Fury fumed. He paused for a moment. "Except Red Death nest. I won't be going there. If you're from there, just go to the Forever Forest."
"Forgive me for asking, Dark Chaser, but why can't you do it now?"
"Because I'm not your servant!" Hiccup growled. Who did they think they could order a Dark Chaser around? "Now get out of my sight before I end you all!"
"Okay! Okay. Please. We don't mean any harm." One of the Night Terror replied, taking diplomatic approach on the situation. "We will take our wounded and move them away."
Suddenly, Hiccup heard something. His ears perked up as he heard a dragon shouting. It sounded like it was being chased by a lot of humans. It came from the direction of the village.
He rolled his eyes. He knew where it was going. He turned himself invisible as he watched the spectacle that was about to happen.
A Deadly Nadder came running towards them. It looked panicked. "RUN! HUMANS WITH WEAPONS!"
Soon enough, the Vikings appeared behind them. There were dozens of them. The dragons immediately scrambled. They grabbed the wounded and started flying away.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
"Don't let them get away!"
"Move! Where's the bola?"
"AAAAAHH!"
Hiccup snickered. The dragons had all flew and ran away from the area. Vikings had taken off running after them. The Night Fury let out a chuckle. He found the situation amusing.
After some time, it was quiet once more. Knowing he would not be interrupted anymore; he wrapped his wings around him. He shifted his body for a better position. After feeling comfortable, he closed his eyes.
He instantly fell asleep.
When Hiccup woke up, it was night-time.
The Night Fury yawned as he unfurled his wings. He stretched his body; four paws spread, and wings fully extended. He reared back his chest, popping joints in his bones. It felt good after a good night sleep. He felt refreshed. However, knowing the situation, he needed to go back to the village and sleep again on his own bed.
Hiccup dropped down to the ground. He stood on all four, before flew up into the sky. Still invisible, he headed down into the village and reached his house. He landed on top of Haddock House's rooftop, and then moved to enter his room through the open window.
His room was dark, but that did not mean he could not see anything. He fired a small flame to the candle, before turning himself visible and transformed to his human form. He lay down on his bed and pulled on his blanket.
Suddenly, the door flew open. His father was on the doorway. He looked relieved to see him there. "Hiccup."
"Hey dad."
Stoick let out a sigh. "Have a good sleep, son."
"You too, dad."
His father closed the door. Hiccup could hear his exasperation while he was leaving. "By the gods, I felt like raising a Bog-Burglar…"
Ignoring his father, Hiccup turned to the side and closed his eyes. Then, he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited…
Few hours later, Hiccup realised that he could not sleep after sleeping during the day. He flipped himself over and screamed into the pillow. He did not expect it to be that difficult!
The boy raised his head and let out a sigh. He pondered on what to do. There was something in his backpack that could be used to put dragons to sleep when consumed. He could eat that. His dragon memories supplied him with that knowledge.
Thinking about his dragon memories made him ponder about them. Hiccup never looked closely to his memories. Specifically, dragon side of his memories. Most of his thoughts and actions were done based on his human side. He wondered if he had more from his dragon side.
Deciding that was worth to look at, Hiccup began wandering his thoughts on his memories.
It was not much, strange enough. He remembered his mother telling him that his dragon side was 20-year-old. Surely, that meant there should be more of them there. He was aware that his dragon memories were longer than his human memories. Fully matured instincts only exist for adult dragons.
Hiccup thought about the earliest memory of his dragon side. There was a meeting between him and Red Death alone. That was the time before he was trapped inside that accursed Freyr Lake. He never checked what it was all about.
The Dark Chaser landed inside a massive, gargantuan mountain. The place was huge. There were a lot of dragons there, all of them were scared and fearful for their lives. It did not bother him, however. He had been summoned. He needed to answer back to the Queen.
The dragon had landed on a balcony. He waited for some time, before a massive head went up to greet him. The head had six eyes and they were all looking at him. "Dark Chaser."
The Dark Chaser bowed down to the giant dragon. "Queen."
"I saw you slaughtered the traitors." The Queen sounded amused. "It should send message to those nests what we do to traitors."
The Dark Chaser did not answer. He remained expressionless. He looked up to look at the Queen. "You have summoned me, Queen."
"Yes." The Queen spoke. "You have slain our enemies. No one would stand against us. You had done well. For that, I will reward you."
"Thank you, Queen." The Dark Chaser spoke in monotone. He bowed once more to her.
Suddenly, memories and experience flooded into his mind. It was painless, but there was malice embedded inside those memories. There were so many of them. When that was done, Dark Chaser looked up to see the Queen.
"I had given you everything I have from my dragon army." The Queen declared. "Your prowess were too valuable to be wasted on petty tasks of raiding villages."
"You are a killing machine." The Queen whispered. There were sound of possessiveness inside her voice. "My killing machine. Your loyalty needed to be rewarded. If you were to kill the Great King, I will reward you greatly."
"Yes, Queen." The Dark Chaser bowed to her.
He was commanded to go. With those thoughts, the Dark Chaser flew up into the sky, heading towards a human village to do scouting mission.
Hiccup had to held back a gasp. That was the most recent memory before being trapped in Freyr Lake? He did not know Red Death could transfer memories. He did not know she could do that!
The boy ransacked his mind to search for the memories that Red Death had given him. There was none. It looked as if it never happened! Where did those memories go?
It was then Hiccup realised what happened. It was not that his dragon side did not have many memories. Something had removed them from his mind during the merge! It was a terrifying thought.
Suddenly, Hiccup felt pain in his head. The familiar headache brewed up inside him. He held back a scream. Abundance of memories flooded into his mind. They all snapped into place with his dragon memories, merging into singularity in his mind and thought. It was not as painful as the second time it happened, but it was still painful, nonetheless.
When that was over, Hiccup was mentally exhausted. He limped as he realised who his dragon side really was.
The Dark Chaser was a literal one-dragon-army. Red Death had sent him on suicide mission after suicide mission, and he succeeded without much effort. He had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of dragons. He was her personal dragon, sent to do all sorts of dirty work for her.
Red Death implanted his mind with memories of various fallen dragons during the war, making sure that he always trained to become the best amongst everyone else. It was successful, because there was nothing that could stop him if he ever gone to a rampage.
He was also the most loyal out of them all. The reason he joined Red Death nest was because he was promised to find another Dark Chaser like him. However, that reason had slowly faded away, after Red Death began rewarding him with various memories of other dragons from the war.
Red Death earned his loyalty that way, because she knew that power was something every dragon wanted. Dark Chaser was no exception.
That made Hiccup sick. That part of the memories really fit into his mind. He was the Dark Chaser, one-dragon-army, and Red Death's personal henchman. He had slain almost a thousand dragons for running away and breaking Red Death's call. He showed no mercy to them, knowing that if he did, Red Death would take everything away from him.
Hiccup was angry- no, he was irate. He felt guilty, angry, and scared at the same time. He felt guilty for slaughtering thousands of dragons. He felt angry because Red Death influenced him to do it. He was scared because he was afraid of what he would find more in the new memories he had just gotten.
It was all his fault. There was no way to fix what the Dark Chaser had done in his life. Things had turned around for the better after the merge. He did not need to kill anyone anymore to survive – at least, not as much. He was no longer serving Red Death. He had unintentionally moved on from that life.
The boy decided to get them over with. He ignored the pounding headache and dived more into the memories he got. He ignored the specifics in those memories. Instead, he focused on the notable things.
There was a memory where he faced and battled against Green Death herself, after defeating all her dragons. Green Death managed to escape before the finishing blow. Hiccup could not believe that the Dark Chaser could do something like that. Now that he was the Dark Chaser, Hiccup knew for sure that he could kill Green Death if he wanted to.
Hiccup was the Dark Chaser. A superior Dark Chaser. Certain aspects he had did not exist before the merge. He was more powerful than the dragon before.
There was also memories where he sowed chaos amongst dragons inside the Dragon Sanctuary. He had spread lies and rumours about the Great King, and he had been successful several times before. Most of them were truths about what Great King did during the war, while the rest were petty lies about him. Dragons somehow believed them, until the Great King explained to his dragons about the rumours.
Another memory showed him burning down an entire island. It was Tree Hugger's nest. A long time ago, before Nepenthe, the Tree Hugger lived in an island full of forest. He had burned them down to the ground, which led Tree Hugger and his dragons to run away to Nepenthe.
The boy did not know what to think. He could not look at the alpha dragons the same way ever again. He felt incredibly guilty.
It did explain all the behaviours he had. They said that experience determined how you would behave later in life. In this case, memories. It explained why it was so easy for him to lie and cheat; he had done a lot of them as the Dark Chaser. It explained why he was so good at learning combat; he was simply relearning things he had done before. It explained why he was so calm about all this, despite everything that happened to him!
However, it did not explain some other aspects in his life. The dragon was not as smart as he was now. His human side was young but smart for his age. Did that really come from his human side? Hiccup did not know. Just as those memories brought answers, it brought more questions to him.
Hiccup pitifully moaned in his bed. The headache was still there. It was lessening, but the pain was there. Not only he had to deal with the problem, now he had to deal with the fact that he might be amnesiac.
The boy pondered on the memories that Red Death had given the Dark Chaser. It lacked the malice that his actual dragon memories had when he thought of it the last time. That was good. He did not want to deal with the possibility of losing himself because of memories. That would be a terrible thing.
The memories were from various dragons; mostly Strike class dragons. Majority of them were revered warriors, at least according to the memories. There were other Night Furies memories, but they were all killed in combat. He was the last one to ever exist, because Night Furies kept being sent off to combat. Other dragons knew this. Alpha dragons knew this.
Night Furies had only ever joined alpha dragon nests. Alpha would pick their mate and made them breed. It was how Night Fury ever lived their life. They would then be trained to become the best out of everyone. The weak would die and the strong would triumph and breed with others. The Dark Chaser had succeeded when everyone did not, except the breeding part.
It was outrageous. It was horrifying!
It was then Hiccup realised what the alpha dragons had been doing. They had been breeding Night Furies to fight for them. The war exhausted most of their dragons. Night Furies they had were killed. Humans had finished the rest of them off, making him the last one to ever exist.
Night Fury was revered for their prowess. Alpha dragons knew this.
They had been breeding Night Fury for war.
He was bred for war!