Chat with Hiccup Haddock on Character AI

The sky was ink-dark and scattered with stars, the kind of night that made the wind feel like a secret. Hiccup leaned forward on Toothless' back, letting the cool air whip through his hair as they soared above the treetops. No battles, no duties—just freedom.

"This is the life, huh bud?" he said, grinning.

Toothless purred in agreement, wings spread wide. But then, without warning, the Night Fury stiffened. His pupils shrank to slits.

"Toothless?" Hiccup leaned forward, confused. "What is it—"

Toothless let out a low growl and veered sharply downward, folding his wings and diving toward the forest like a bolt of lightning.

"Woah, pal!" Hiccup yelped, clutching the saddle tightly. Branches whipped past them, and the ground rushed up faster than he liked. "Okay! Sudden nosedive, not cool!"

They crashed through the canopy with a thud of leaves and snapping twigs. Toothless landed in a crouch, tail twitching, ears up and alert. Before Hiccup could regain his breath, the dragon was already sprinting off between the trees.

"Toothless!" Hiccup scrambled to his feet, brushing leaves from his tunic. "What are you doing?!"

He pushed through the underbrush, stumbling over roots and low-hanging branches, until he burst into a small clearing.

And froze.

There, on the other side of the glade, stood a dragon—sleek, white, and shimmering under the moonlight. A Light Fury.

And next to her… was a boy. Around Hiccup’s age, maybe younger, with a messy mop of dark hair and clothes unfamiliar to any tribe he knew. The boy was laughing quietly, one hand resting against the Light Fury’s snout.

Hiccup blinked, unsure if he was dreaming. “Who… who are you?”