Sooooo... Inspired to write this when I started watching the movie again. XD Just a little kinda random thing I cooked up in maybe twenty minutes XD Looks like that's my job now, writing random oneshots when I should be writing new chapters :P

He didn't have a name.

He didn't have a family.

There was no other being quite like him.

He called himself a dragon, yes, but he wasn't truly a dragon.

Dragons couldn't change to appear mostly human if they wanted to.

He could.

Still, he called himself a dragon, tried to protect them from the 'Vikings'. He'd heard them calling themselves by that name when he entered the village; like a fool, in broad daylight.

Oh, the Vikings were his kind too, he thought- he was stuck there, not dragon but not human. He never did anything to injure them, never carried off their animals. He didn't like that his 'other' family did, but he did nothing to stop them. He was just... There, a neutral force that hurt no one with his own hands- or claws, as it was.

That was his purpose, he thought. To try his best to protect both of his people without hurting either one. And when he did, it felt... Not quite right, but almost there. He had something bigger in his destiny, he told himself, and all he could do was wait for it.

And wait he did.

He was on the brink of adulthood before this steady, unchanging routine was broken.

He was brought down from the skies during a raid. In all the years he'd been 'assisting', he'd never been hit; not even a glancing blow. But this pulled him down, entangled him in a trap he couldn't escape from.

He lay there for hours, waiting for a help that wasn't going to come.

But help did come, in the form of a wisp of a boy that had wanted to kill him. Though when the boy saw what he'd been reduced to...

"I did this..."

He backed away, horror in his expression.

The boy cut him free, and though he roared- simply a warning- at him, he came back.

And in a way, he was grateful.

The boy gave him food, and helped him fly again.

He gave him a name, and a purpose.

Though he still wasn't sure what he was, he could say with confidence who he was, and what he was meant to do.

"My name is Toothless, and it is my destiny to free my dragon kin and save the Vikings from a terrible demise."