John/Hiccup's Point of View
The last thing I remembered was the blinding headlights. A loud, deafening horn. Then, pain—sharp, overwhelming, and absolute.
It happened too fast for me to react. One moment, I was crossing the street, lost in my own thoughts, my mind preoccupied with mundane worries. The next, there was a force slamming into me, a sickening crunch of metal against flesh and bone, and then… nothing.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I don't know how long I was trapped in that void, floating in an abyss of nothingness. Was this death? Was this the end?
Then, warmth. A strange, all-encompassing warmth.
It was different from anything I had ever felt before—soothing, gentle, almost protective. I felt safe, cocooned in something soft, something familiar yet completely foreign. My body, which should have been shattered and broken, felt… small. Weak. Fragile.
And then, I heard voices.
At first, they were muffled, distant, like whispers carried on the wind. But they grew clearer, words forming, spoken in a tongue I shouldn't have understood—but somehow, impossibly, I did.
"Welcome to Berk, little one."
Berk.
My eyes snapped open, or at least, I tried to open them. The world around me was blurry, colors swirling together in a haze of warm oranges and browns, soft candlelight flickering against wooden beams.
I felt arms around me, cradling me gently. I could barely move, my limbs sluggish and weak, but I could sense the presence of someone holding me close. The scent of leather and something faintly floral filled my nose. A soft, calloused hand brushed against my cheek, a tender touch that sent a jolt of recognition through me.
I struggled to see past the haze, to focus on the face hovering above me. Auburn hair, tied back in a loose braid. Green eyes, sharp yet filled with warmth. She was looking down at me with an expression I had never seen directed at me before—pure love, tinged with exhaustion.
Valka.
My breath caught, or at least it would have if my body was capable of such a reaction. My mind screamed, but my infant mouth could only manage a weak coo.
No. No, this couldn't be real.
I had died. I was gone. That truck—there was no way I should be alive right now.
Yet here I was.
And as realization settled in, a cold chill ran through me.
I wasn't just alive.
I was reborn.
And not just anywhere—I was in the How to Train Your Dragon universe.
More specifically, I was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. The future chief of Berk. The boy who would one day change the world.
Panic, excitement, disbelief—all of it crashed over me at once.
I had loved this world. I had watched the movies, read the books, obsessed over the dragons, the lore, the characters. It had been my escape, my fantasy, a place I had always dreamed of visiting.
But now? This was no dream. This was real.
And reality was far harsher than the animated world I had once adored.
I knew what was coming. The battles, the loss, the struggle. The loneliness. I had always sympathized with Hiccup, the outcast, the boy who never fit in. But now, I was him.
I wasn't just watching the story unfold—I was living it.
And that meant I had the chance to change it.
A surge of determination filled me, pushing past the fear, the uncertainty. If I was here, if I had truly been given this chance, then I wasn't going to waste it.
I knew what needed to be done. I knew the path that lay ahead.
Dragons and humans were meant to coexist, not fight. I had knowledge no one else did, knowledge that could rewrite the fate of this world.
But for now, I was just a baby, unable to do anything but wait.
Somewhere out there, my future partner—Toothless—was just as small and helpless as I was.
The thought made me smile, even if only in my mind.
Wherever he was, I hoped he was safe.
Because one day, we would meet. And when we did, I would make sure that this world became the one I had always dreamed of.