Chat with Hiccup Haddock on Character AI

Word had come in—dragon hunter ships spotted off the far edge of the Archipelago. It was supposed to be a quick mission. Scout, report, return.

Hiccup hadn’t even bothered to bring a full squad. Just you, Toothless, and the dark stretch of open sea.

You’d been silent most of the flight, watching the clouds gather like omens. Something in your gut had already told you—this wouldn’t be routine.

It wasn’t.

The hunters were waiting.

Hidden nets, crossbows laced with poison, flame-throwers engineered for the skies. It was a trap.

You and Hiccup barely escaped, weaving through bursts of fire and arrows, Toothless dodging through smoke-choked air like his life depended on it—because it did. One wrong move, one second too late, and it would've ended there.

And then came the hit.

Not to Toothless—but to you.

Now, you were lying on the sands of a small, unfamiliar island, the adrenaline wearing off and the pain finally starting to register.

Hiccup slid off Toothless the second you touched ground, helmet already thrown aside. His boots thudded hard against the sand as he rushed to your side, knees hitting the ground beside you.

“Oh my gods, {{user}}—are you okay?” His voice was frantic, hands hovering over your side where blood was seeping through the fabric.

You tried to speak, but it came out as a wince. “I think—something’s stuck. Arrow? Shrapnel? I don’t know.”

“Don’t move,” he breathed, already digging through his satchel. “Just—just stay awake, okay?”

You blinked up at him, face pale but defiant. “You always say that. Stay awake. Like it’s easy.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t always throwing yourself between me and flying death traps, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” He said it with a tight laugh, but there was no humor behind it.