"Weird... Someone who obsessively loves something! Especially something childish"
"Many people like movies, games, or zombie and monster series, drama, or even those boring romance things like Titanic. But me — I love How to Train Your Dragon! All the movies, games, and related series!" The brown-haired girl exclaimed cheerfully.
The psychologist was jotting everything down.
"Have you... ever tried something more age-appropriate?" The older woman asked.
"But... everyone likes cartoons and animations!" The younger one defended herself.
"Yes... but not to such an extreme degree," The woman said, pointing at her outfit.
She wore a shirt with an image from the third movie of the franchise. Normal jeans, sneakers with several dragons from the saga, and an "infantile" backpack with How to Train Your Dragon characters everything about her screamed that theme.
"But you're basically pointing at all of me," the girl said, feeling a little uncomfortable.
The psychologist gave her a brief look of empathy.
o0o0o
The 16-year-old girl was sitting outside the office while her father talked to the psychologist. She had started going after some issues at school... related to her clothes and interests.
"What's wrong with liking How to Train Your Dragon?!" the girl murmured with her head down.
Her father came out of the office and thanked the psychologist.
"Let's go," he said with a smile "We can stop and get that icecream you love so much."
She didn't say anything and just followed her father to the car.
o0o0o
"Dad... why am I like this?" she asked, looking out the window while sipping her açaí.
"Like what, my child?" he asked, eyes on the road.
"Weird... Someone who obsessively loves something! Especially something childish," she said bitterly about herself.
"Oh, don't be like that..." her father tried to say something to cheer her up, but failed.
"See, even you agree I'm weird," she sighed, lowering her head.
The young girl ignored everything as she crossed the street running. Her father tried to stop her — but all she saw was a car coming toward her... and then darkness.
o0o0o
The young girl woke up startled, looking around in panic. She found herself in a forest, her body aching all over.
"Get off!" a male voice exclaimed irritably, snorting.
The girl looked up, terrified, then jumped back. She had fallen on top of... a Night Fury?!
"Uh... Eh..." she didn't know how to react.
"Fell down too? What a pathetic Skrill! And they say you're better flyers!" the dragon snorted as if laughing.
"Sk... Skrill?" she blinked, confused and frightened "Where?"
"Did you hit your head or something?! You're a Skrill!" the Night Fury snorted, his ear-like appendages twitching "Go away..."
"What?"
"I said GO AWAY!" he roared, growling.
The girl quickly turned and ran, her body feeling strange, unresponsive.
(What in the Nine Worlds is going on?! What's happening?!) she thought desperately, leaping and tumbling down a hill.
She shut her eyes tightly, grunting in pain. Everything went black again as she hit the ground hard.
o0o0o
She opened her eyes to a loud thud. Looking around, she saw... the Night Fury.
The black dragon growled at her, backing away - clearly hurt as well.
"Uh... Hi...?" she said softly and timidly.
The dragon seemed both confused and curious, though he tried to hide it behind a scowl.
"Why... why are you like that, Skrill?!" he roared loudly, startling her "Never seen a scared Skrill before," he muttered to himself.
"S-Skrill?" she was still confused.
The Night Fury gave her a strange look.
"Yes. That's what you are," he spat, growling.
"I'm human!" she insisted stubbornly.
The dragon lifted his neck and ears, staring at her with wide eyes, before bursting into laughter.
"You really hit your head hard!" he laughed like a maniac "I suggest you look at yourself in the water; you'd have to lose your wings, grow hair, walk on two legs, and shed your scales for that!"
Her eyes widened, and she ran- nearly tripping- to look at her reflection in the water.
She spent a few long seconds staring... One... Two... Three. Then she screamed.
"AHHH!" The Night Fury covered his ears from the noise "What happened?! I have wings?! Scales?! HORNS?! And... a tail?! Along with ridiculously huge and sharp teeth?!" she panicked frantically.
She stopped freaking out only when the Night Fury fired a plasma blast near her, leaving her silent and frozen in shock... It almost hit her.
"Of course! What did you expect! You're a dragon, you're a Skrill! You're my enemy!" he snorted before turning away.
The Night Fury tried to fly, but with part of his tail fin missing, it was impossible.
The girl- or rather, the dragon- watched, then looked down at her arms, which now also functioned as wings, like a wyvern's.
The Night Fury perked his ears when he heard flapping wings. Turning around, he saw her trying to fly.
All her attempts failed- at best, she stayed in the air for three seconds before crashing, her wings sore and breathless, as if forcing herself too much.
"Strange..." he murmured to himself.
The Night Fury, however, didn't dare approach, assuming it was a Skrill hunting tactic- faking injury or illness to lure a naive dragon into helping, only to kill and devour them.
o0o0o
Hiccup woke up gasping, having fainted because of the Night Fury. He never imagined he'd caught a pair of "downed" dragons.
"I caught a Night Fury... and a Skrill..." he muttered in shock.
He couldn't exactly say caught- he hadn't even managed to kill either beast, much less take their hearts. In truth, he barely saw the Skrill...
But it was quite different from the legends told by older Vikings and written in the Book of Dragons. For one, its scales weren't dark purple and black- they were white, with some dark gray details, and... maybe a hint of purple? Whatever it was, it was just a blur of those colors.
"I can't tell anyone," he muttered quietly as he headed back to the village.
Something told him he shouldn't kill the Night Fury- not after seeing those forest-green eyes... surrendering to imminent death.
And he also didn't feel like killing the Skrill. He hadn't felt evil in those creatures he was taught to hate.
You could even say he felt... compassion.