Omg I have all the Hiccstrid but none of the SWR! Dang Writer's block! Set once again in Season 3 but after The Downed Dragon Rider. More Fluff. You all probably think I've gone insane. You're probably right.

Chapter 1: Lost

"Great job forgetting the map Hiccup! Now you're lost on your own island!" he chastised himself. Toothless looked at him strangely. The two had gone out for an early morning flight, and the dragon's prosthetic tail had been damaged while fighting a wild Thunderdrum. Now, they were stranded in the snowy woods. Hiccup shivered and rubbed his arms. His thin, fabric tunic did little to keep him warm and Toothless had run out of firepower fighting the Thunderdrum. They were unable to call for help, as they were too far away. He hoped the others had realised they were missing or this wouldn't end well. The skies were cloudy and he could already see snowflakes falling. Soon this would be a full on snowstorm and he did not want to be caught in the middle of it.

Astrid yawned and stretched as she sat up. She looked out the window of her second story home and Stormfly was there to greet her. She flew her dragon to the arena. She was surprised to see she was the first one there. Usually, with Toothless being the fastest dragon, Hiccup was the first one there. She decided to check up on him. She arrived at an empty house. She grew concerned. Even if he had gone out early he would've been back at the arena by now.

"Come on Stormfly," she said, steering the Nadder towards the other teens' houses. No one had seen him all morning.

Hiccup shivered, his breath fogging up the air. Toothless had not yet regained firepower and he was beginning to feel numb. Snow was falling harder now, and he knew he was in trouble. He was still thinking of ways to get help. Then, suddenly it came to him. He cupped his hand on the side of his mouth, calling to Toothless.

"Toothless, dragon calls!" he commanded.

The two roared into the cloudy sky.

Astrid looked up. A dragon call? Then she realized.

"Guys! That's a Night Fury call!" she shouted.

"It sounds like there are two of them!" Fishlegs called out confused.

"It must be Hiccup and Toothless! It's a distress call!" she yelled over the wind. Everyone wore long furs, but she knew Hiccup wouldn't trade his tunic in for the jacket his father had gave him, which is why she had brought it with her. Like it or not, he would be putting it on. Suddenly, another call joined theirs.

The roar of a Thunderdrum.

To be continued…