Wings of Night
In a world of war -Vikings and dragons at each other's throats- two children are born with a hand in each. Can the two ever find their place among their human relations, or will they find their only home with the dragons who took them from their birth-parents? Berk is a land of kill or be killed, so how will those who call the Isle their home react when after fifteen years their heirs return, and they're not how they were when they were taken so long ago?Will Valka and Stoick ever recognize the twins as their long-lost children, or will the only thing Berk sees be the black wings the two have, and not the humans between them?_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_~~~_Description is vague, like, big time. Sorry for that. This is my first ever story so go easy on me, but please, give it a chance. I know there are tons of HTTYD stories both similar and better than mine, but I hope you'll like this one. I'm going to try and make it a little different from the rest, though I will let you guys be the judge of that. I hope you'll all enjoy.…