A/N: What's up fandom?! Long time no see. Didn't think I'd come back to this but I'm on a kick right now, I guess! I forgot how purely fun writing fanfiction can be. I've been in the headspace of HTTYD again because the movie is coming out soon and I had a little idea for a story! I had no beta-readers on this so I hope it isn't too trash and reads well enough. Excuse any errors I may have made, please. Anyway- welcome to part one of two (I think). Hope you enjoy.

Second A/N: Toothless can actually speak Norse in this story! The dialogue flicks between Norse and Dragonese (which is italisized).

The earth came back into focus as the small, lush clearing in the trees turned away from the sun to meet the night in comfortable routine, and the crickets began to pour their lonely, passionate sounds into the warm breeze. Everything else seemed to still with the growing shadows, aside from the silhouette of a swift squirrel flinging up a tree, which broke the sole focus in the camp, making apparent that the strain in the eyes of the lone human was becoming nearly unbearable for him now.

He had barely noticed this sensation until then, being utterly dissolved in his funnel-like attention on the fading words before him, and he blinked his eyes harshly. He must have been squinting for a long time. They were actually aching. How did he get so lost in it again? Nonetheless, Hiccup was aware he needed to come back to his aggravating reality, and had to resign to closing the tomb he was reading. So he did, doing it with the utmost indigence he could muster on the thick binding.

It clapped loudly. This was a very dramatic show of his pent up feelings. The sudden commotion could have startled any creatures unaware of him due to him being seated on his rock so quietly for so long. If he weren't alone, his mounting frustration and the final growl he made as he closed the book would have been obvious to anyone around him. It was probably an unlike him to be so petulant, and would have been interpreted as concerning and borderline excessive to anyone that knew him.

Hiccup could deny neither of these things. He was ashamed now. It was the pit growing inside him that made him act that way. He sighed.

This whole thing was ridiculous. Considering the tomb was the main reason he was out here in the first place, and given the fact that he would have desperately read the same single passage over and over again if he could- like he already had- fighting the low-light that slowly sunk into the distant ocean, he knew he had something like a unhealthy obsession at this point on the content of the pages. But, there was not enough light anymore to make out the wonderful calligraphy, so was forced to give it up for the night. It stung deeply.

Obviously, it was for the best, though.

Another hour of another day wasted, he cringed in thought. How was re-reading the same passages going to get him anywhere closer to his goal? These words were clear and plain, concise, how ever uninformative they really were. There was nothing conspicuous hidden between the lines or anything like that. Hiccup was sure of it. He was figuratively regurgitating in his own brain, over and over when tracing the two pages that consumed his last two weeks. It was so foolish.

If he couldn't find who he was looking for in this place, he didn't want to show his face back in his house again. He had giddily spoken to his dubious father and chief about what he would find like he already did find it, like the binding of his oh so trusted tomb didn't literally say "Deep text of Berkian MYTHOS beasts", and this wasn't the singlular thing he had to guide him on with his expedition's success. Hiccup didn't even have any advice from his father. He only got a strange look when confronted with his son's plan to find the beast.

In one of the brightest chambers if his imagination, he could see himself returning home with no story to tell, and he could taste the stain labeled "gullible" smeared straight on his tongue. It was bitter and shiver-inducing.

Before entertaining these thoughts further, Hiccup shook it off and carelessly tossed the book to the side, bounding off his knapsack. He examined his surroundings.

He was sitting in their temporary campsite. His hammock was fluttering rhythmically in the breeze next to the long-dead, but used campfire. He decided on this spot because of the gorgeous, sheltered tree he tethered his things to. It sat on a high hill overlooking his surroundings. From the clouds, he saw that it potentially offered a shelter and shape not unlike the Tree of Life (from what he'd saw of its illustrations), and mused over it. Its branches reached high and far into the sky in beautiful arches, drooping down with ropey appendages covered with tapering leaves. It was deeply green.

He loved the color of it. It made him feel refreshed when he first laid eyes on it. He knew he wanted to hunker down under its shade and erect their base.

Initially, he immediately regretted it the moment the sun began to dip on the first night. It was revealed to them that it was absolutely infested with crickets. Hiccup and his friend agreed that it really sucked, but they were already settled in, and gratefully, the noises died down once the smoke continued to billow up from the fire and drown them out.

They had been here for five nights now. Hiccup could have felt bad for disturbing the particular peace, but he would be gone soon too. Tomorrow morning, in fact. Hopefully with something to show for it, though.

Which was the useless equivalent of wishing on a star, it seemed.

Hiccup noticed he had taken the kettle off the spit a while ago to rid the clatter it made in the breeze, because it bothered him when he was reading, and now it sat beside the hearth in the dirt, needing a rinsing before it could be used again.

Hiccup sat and stared dejectedly. He pondered this. He pondered how he was truly hungry, and not really thirsty. However, particularly restless as he was, he couldn't just sit and wait any longer. He needed to do something. Something was the least he could do. He could settle on brewing some tea until he had food, he decided.

He turned back toward his knapsack beginning to reach to dig through his bag. The shiny binding of the tome glinted back at him in the lowlight- it read again Deep Text of Berkian Mythos Beasts- and it spelled out the disappointment this entire trip had been so far. This rushed Hiccup with irritation and he looked away harshly. Waving around inside his bag, an itching frustration was steadily building inside. He couldn't, for the life of him, find his teabags. His face got hot. Finally, he realized that he left them in the saddle, not his bag.

He stood up and walked to the charred, disheveled earth only some creatures could call a bed. It was directly under the Tree of Life, the saddle lazily plopped on its side next against the thick bark. There was a few dead scales littering the earth around it, shimmering with good health to the acquainted eye.

Hiccup flipped the saddle back upright and filched through the many pockets for a few seconds, before he came to another sudden realization. This irritated Hiccup beyond comprehension, now.

You really forgot, didn't you? He thought with seething toxicity. How are you going to heat up a kettle without any fire-wood, dumbass!

He had used up the last of the wood he had last night, and it was his responsibility to get more if needed. His friend has already reminded him of this before he left and the sun was high.

Hiccup gave a hard kick with his good foot to the dirt, digging up black soil and dead plants. A groan shook the camp. His face felt humid now.

Earlier in the day, after another day of exploring this new world, he was beat and decided to sit down momentarily to rest and go over his notes once again. Making mental note as he did to chop up some wood before it got dark, thinking reasonably. He was left alone soon after, and the last hour or so of his life was spent staring at the same pages. The time had drifted right out of his grasp and into the void of nothingness. It had been time absolutely wasted. He had learned nothing new, and had done nothing. How could he be so stupid?

Hiccup almost gave into the old habit of pulling at his hair when he got upset. He had worked very hard to overcome that and really had, however, he was unnaturally upset at the moment. Frustration rushed into his being and crackled in his fingertips. A low roar threatened him behind a fence, and wanted to burst free with spittle flying freely from its metal teeth and enormous throat.

He absorbed this flash of heat with a moment of clarity. He didn't understand why he was so angry in the moment. It was unlike him to be this way. He wasn't a child anymore, and he shouldn't a simple feeling get the best of him.

With an envious amount of self-control, he came back into himself. Picking, prodding, pulling at mental roots until he found the troubling one that seeded itself inside him.

It was obviously the disappointment that was getting to him. The cold failure he had to accept that this trip was becoming. It had been fun nonetheless, yes it had. They had done many things worthwhile on this island, however it had been wholly fruitless on Hiccup's Tree of "Pride". He sat in its shadow and felt like he was rotting there with what fell from it. Here he came, his goals set on something fantastic, and he let his hopes toss him to the wind. Hiccup was intensely bittersweet, thickening fast into resentment for himself tonight. It was an idiosyncrasy to be temperamental, but he probably adopted this from his father.

A heavy sigh resounded. He couldn't help himself. Hiccup was a dreamer. And for that, he suffered years of being the village disappointment. Until, suddenly, he made the drastic choice that changed Berk's everything. The part of him that lived in the past was long dead now, and he didn't want to feel the way he did ever again, he supposed.

He should have listened to his friend when he told him to close his heart to the unrealistic. He hated statements like that, especially from him- both of their lives stood tall and menacing in the face of unrealistic. Almost anything was possible. He wanted nothing more in his short life but to prove that.

Yet, it was good advice he took for granted in this case. This wasn't a surprise. His friend was much more rooted to the earth when it came to the unknown, and Hiccup was much further up, in the clouds. Thinking about it, it was very ironic. Hiccup couldn't help but smile at that. Regardless, in his bestest friend's infinite good humor towards him, they were always chasing something new. Hiccup had a habit of proving his friend wrong as well, though.

Hiccup was the only one who truly cared for finding this mysterious beast. It was realistic to think that he wouldn't be letting anyone down when he returned home. They should just be happy to see him.

The young man sighed again. Hiccup would do best to at least keep his promise for when his friend came back. He'd trudge into camp and there would be no fire-wood for the both of them, and Hiccup would have no excuse? He had his end of the bargain, and he was already on his way to blowing it.

Swallowing sour acceptance, and on his way to the direction of the chopped wood outside of camp, he grabbed his axe, his flask, and his heavy feelings, dragging his feet all the way. If he could manage it, he would forever do his best not to fail the forbidden ally. He had wasted a lot of time here, but he should still have time to beat him. If not, he would meet his friend here soon after when he got back and assuredly receive a glower. Hiccup would only worry when he returned to a still empty camp.

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This was a another new world to the both of them. Well, he couldn't be positive how new it was to his friend. He was much more versed, but Hiccup was absolutely stunned. It was a vibrant and noisy and interesting one too. A plentiful array of beautifully versatile life and energy! If not a little small (not that that saddened him; it was easier to log on the map this way). It was one of the smallest archipelagos Hiccup had ever seen- quaint and untouched by any human life, it seemed. That was Hiccup's favorite thing to discover when they went out exploring. To find that humans hadn't meddled with it yet. The human loved his kind, but couldn't deny the ugliness they could bring with them, and how much they could really take from a place. It left him very gloom thinking about it. Hiccup was awestruck when they got their first good glimpse of it, looking down upon it, days ago.

However, there was still a chance that he truly wasn't the first human to make contact here. That's what the book told him. At this point though, it felt like grabbing steam to continue holding on to this quickly dissipating hope. He contented on his peaceful, lonesome walk to enjoy the wonderful islands for what they were, not what they initially meant to him. He would be licking this wound for a while, he knew, but he was already embracing this fact. On the bright side, he had another fresh adventure with his partner, traced it onto his map, and was eager to bring it back to his fellow Vikings and share this with him. Fishlegs, especially.

His father might laugh, but they would be proud of yet another discovery, and that should be enough.

Eventually, it would.

Coincidences did exist, and they could happen often. And sure, this was so much like the islands described in the book. So similar in the particularly vague way that it was written about that it was honestly incredibly infuriating. His friend never had the same amount of passion for the goal as Hiccup, but he still did his best to help triangulate where this place could be if it really existed, and supported him all the way. Adventure was in his blood too; an excuse was an excuse, he probably thought.

They ended up here. This should have been the place the dragon called home.

Coincidences were real, but Hiccup had to reconsider the possibility that it was made up too. Flavor text for the ungrounded imagination and a truthfully good book. A half truth for the affect. It was possible that this place was found and left untouched, although its apparent inhabitant was a creation of the author. Outright lying was even more likely.

You can't believe everything you read, even when you very wholeheartedly wanted to. Losing himself in foolish stories was what kept Hiccup sane as a young teen. Hiccup learned that many people lie, long ago, and in a moment of boredom, he might have forgot and became consumed by the fantasy. Chalk it up to guilty habit.

Maybe the strange beast was just another lie. I mean, the creature was pretty outlandishly fantastical.

The archipelago was a perfectly constructed curve of lively land. The art of nature was something no one could truly match. Hiccup envied its figurative hand every day. It began with the biggest island, to the south, stringed together with five other islands that grew smaller with each one as you traveled up. The islands curved out west, until the they trickled back in quite tightly to the north-east with the artistic intention of a professional with a paint brush. Looking from the top-down, the shape of the entire thing reminded Hiccup of the body of a fish, a dolphin, or many other things that glided through the sea. Sleek, graceful, efficient. It was perfect to him, and reminded Hiccup of many different things.

Inspiring. That's that word he would use to describe it. He appreciated this place.

They were camped out on the biggest island. There was a small mountain slicing into the low clouds on this one, while the rest didn't have any peaks that rose up to it, which was to be expected. It erected at the cornerstone of the island. One side of the peak was extreme cliff-side and cold rock, nothing much growing on its harsh slopes. Hiccup imagined it during a storm: the rain pouring down the side, disturbing rocks and pockets of dirt on the way down, all plummeting and sloshing into the deep ocean below. It was a stark, but complementive contrast to the other side.

On the opposite side, there was a cascade of rich vegetation and proud, looming trees on the mountainside. This was the side that took in the rain graciously using every last drop, collecting into a stream, blooming lusciously into the land below and spreading its life hungrily throughout the entire island, giving back to the world it blossomed from. There were many colors and sounds that hypnotized him with the certain astonishment. They were on a hill that looked over all the rest, and he stared down across the breathtaking vista. It filled his head with so much lively wonder and green. They twirled and bonded with one another with such versatility. Vines encircling trees- mist licking the surface of the still body of waters. How did all these unique plants and trees come to be, and how long have they truly been here? How did this place shelter so many individual creatures, keeping most of them safe from his eye but still resonating all their content chirps and happy sounds throughout the leaves like an amplifier to his ear? How was there a picturesque lake at the center and a complete chain of life sustained around it, nourished to the point of nearly spilling over itself, but still totally perfect? Was he good enough to draw it? It bewildered him. He couldn't even imagine up a place better than this in a dream.

Hiccup had many questions he would never get the answer to (all he understood was that this mountain could have been a volcano long ago. He didn't much understand that, still, that's what the book said). That didn't bother him very much, to be frank. He liked to think and imagine how these things came to be himself.

However, he didn't enjoy getting toyed with. The similarities stacked up between the book and this location were too great, meaning that this island should have been harboring a marvelous beast within its boundaries. That's what Hiccup wanted to find after he dusted this tomb off his father's personal collection, and promptly obsessed over it for weeks.

There was, apparently, an ancient, legendary dragon that would seize you with its pure beauty that resided on this archipelago. It was described as a great royal being that encased itself in dazzling, untarnished molten gold, and held itself up with perfect grace. It glittered so much that it threatened to blind the viewer in daylight. The gold plating cracked with every move of the long, serpent-like body, trailing a shower of beautiful nuggets and gemstones behind it. This might have for simple protection, but Hiccup didn't believe that for a second. From his knowledge and experience, he suspected this was also a hoarding dragon, and it's scales might be the precious hoard.

It was called the Ku'lvet Rueth.

This would be a life changing catch for a scoundrel. They could find the beast, slaughter it if possible, and take the riches. Hiccup was not all interested in this idea, wouldn't even entertain it, frankly. He knew it meant certain death. The most dangerous dragons were hoarders that were threatened to be pilfered. He just wanted to see this beast with his own eyes. If he was very lucky, he would also like to talk to it. He had learned enough Dragonese to hold a simple conversation.

But now they were here and they found nothing. After spending days wandering, it was hard to believe that it was avoiding them on this small island. Well, if it was really as big as three sail-ships long and it shined like a star in the light and it left a very obvious trail wherever it went, it was impossible after they had touched down on virtually even corner and cranny of this island to find absolutely nothing. No sign or trace of anything considered mythical or enormous. The closest they got to a sign was finding the rotting carcass of what looked like a shark just beyond the tree line, past the beach. It was far enough that there were confident that something had to have dragged it, but what? One lousy, dead shark? Was it beached already? There were no tracks. They couldn't know for sure. And there absolutely wasn't gold just littering the ground like it was falling like rain. He didn't see any places where gold could exist, either.

All the hope Hiccup had for this felt terribly silly now. For a few moments, he actually thought he could find something not many had ever seen before. Looking back, he was too grown to be so naive, and felt embarrassed of himself. Whatever, he thought. It was also his personal belief to be in touch with himself. He was a curious man with some free time on his hands still.

This trip away from Berk was just a reason to get away, at its core, like all of their adventures to new lands. They had been cooped up for a while lately. Hiccup noticed the restless tension for the fair weather and made the move. Why his friend supported this idea for so long though, he couldn't understand.

Maybe he could. They had had fun.

Hiccup continued walking through the dark forest. He wish he could be taking in the green around him once again, but all he could really make out was the shapes of the trees and the path, shadows, and then even darker ones. Taking a swig of his dark mead (his friend would not approve of this right now), he was confident in where he was going. Hiccup had found a fallen tree a few minutes outside of camp on his first day here, chopping it up into sturdy firewood. There should be a few more logs just for the taking over there. He had a lantern at camp, yet he didn't take it. It would only encumber him on such a short journey.

Stumbling only a few times and only getting slapped by a low branch once, Hiccup found the firewood behind the boulder he marked with charcoal. Hiccup adjusted his prosthetic, took another swig from the bottle, and bent over to clumsily heave all the logs into his arms. It was tough, but doable for his scrawny ass. After grunting and cursing, he found good purchase on the bundle and heaved them all into his arms.

With a groan, he stood up straight once again, ready for expedition all the way back to camp with his convoy. He was not excited.

Then, suddenly but as clear as the taste of liquor on his tongue, he heard a twig snap behind him.

He whirled around, only to be met with the logs obstructing the view in front of him, being stacked so high, and only darkness closing in from beyond that.

Hiccup was immediately alert, and this made him aware of how much liquor he actually drank. He was truthfully slightly buzzed, which scared him, yet he had to bottle his nerves. Everything is fine. Get a grip, he told himself. Although, his instincts were assuring him that it definitely could be not fine. His nerves were screaming he was not alone, and he was much too vulnerable with his grip on all the logs. Hiccup froze and listened intently, hearing nothing but the sound of the wind and the crickets above him.

He felt so dramatic, but this freaked him out further. It was probably a tree adjusting in the wind. The breeze had slightly picked up.

There was only silence, and he felt very alone. Did he? The stupid liquor was bubbling in his thoughts, conflicting his reason. He couldn't rest anymore.

Taking it in stride, Hiccup took a quiet, deep breath and slowly, painstakingly lowered his heap to the ground, being so very careful not to make any sound, all the while trying to remain attentive of his surroundings, and particularly in the direction he heard the very real snap(?), which happened to be between him and camp, unfortunately. Once he could see around the heap, he saw nothing if not inky dark between him and the camp. This ran a deep chill down Hiccup's spine, but he didn't relent in his care with the logs. So slowly, they all settled on the floor, an inward sigh of relief as he succeeded in this without bumbling.

He crouched there for a few more moments, taking in his surroundings. There was nothing to hear, to see, to feel. Nothing. Yet his brain was blaring every alarm in his head and growing louder by the second, until it was threatening to overwhelm him in real full-blown panic. It gnawed an emptiness into his chest and quaked throughout his temples. Growing dizzy, he squinted into the trees between him and the camp. Where the hell did this fear come from? Why was he so uncomfortable now?

He capped the well of emotion before it pooled over, like he had been training to and did so many times before this, even though he knew he couldn't really protect himself from anything larger than a small human like him. Hiccup was not strong, he knew that. But he was brave, he learned eventually. Also if real trouble came, maybe his friend would hear him before it was too late. If he didn't though, he could barely hold his own against a threat.

He couldn't stand here though. He had to do something, fast. There was something lurking. His brain smothered thought of anything different. Reason abandoned him now. Anxiety dissolved him and he took the side of caution.

Hiccup decided to finally make a move. Gingerly pulling his long blade from his belt, he stalked towards the closest tree to his left, as quietly as his prosthetic allowed him. Gratefully remembering that he greased up his metal joint before they left their home. He knew if it was a dragon than he was already caught, so it didn't matter. If it wasn't, he still had a chance.

He succeeded in this, making his way all the way to the tree without any hitches or squeaks. He could hardly find relief in this though. His instincts were now wailing that this wasn't right and he needed to just get out as soon as possible. Adrenaline began to jolt into his limbs and left his head slightly murky with stimulation.

Hiccup could barely contain the creeping dread that was closing in on him now. Something is here. He couldn't place it, but could feel a presence closing in around him like it was the dark itself, leaving a cold perspiration on his forehead, and his back sickly damp. His instinct told him suddenly that he couldn't fight this. He almost screamed out. What am I doing? I can't fight back with a knife. I need to run! Run, Hiccup!

Placing a hand on the tree for support, his mind quickly raced between a decision. When he did, he took a deep breathe.

At that, he slapped his lips together.

Fish.

It was the taste of fish in the air. There was a strong smell sticking around him, seemingly emanating from above. He sniffed again, and that hit Hiccup as grossly familiar.

Puzzled, Hiccup looked up, and shrieked when he saw two green eyes floating in the leaves.

The human fell back on his ass. "Ah, You- guh- you stupid lizard asshole!" he managed to choke out with a hand clutching his chest.

"Good boy!" Toothless exclaimed cheekily from his hanging position, looking like a looming demon to anyone but Hiccup. The dragon gurgled deeply in a laugh, sounding quite weird even for his standards. Hiccup supposed that's just what he sounded like laughing upside down, and Hiccup admittedly found that pretty funny. Not then, but later. "You saw me before I could get you, and you sensed me long before! I've taught you well, haven't I?"

Toothless gracefully dropped from the tree and slithered over to his human, much too inflated by his good scare. He stood over him and looked down, puffing his chest in pride. He was nearly invisible in the dark. "You know I could always snatch you if I wanted, but I do this for your own good. And your perception has improved a lot. I'm impressed Hiccup." The dragon gave him a irritating wink, then said again, "Good boy."

Hiccup could barely breathe from the shock and fury. "You're so awful!" Hiccup stated, "I should wrap you in eels when you are sleeping."

"Say it in Dragonese if you mean it."

"Lei tien furgneis latta missai si!" Hiccup snapped at him, almost frothing at the mouth.

"Suun fiet!" he said, absolute elation in his eyes, "That was perfectly pronounced Hiccup, and you took a creative initiative in saying it! I wouldn't have to worry about you if you weren't so damn lanky." He prodded his cheek playfully. "Where did you learn such curses anyway?"

"Shut it. I know you're being facetious. If you keep doing that, I'll be so alert I could never sleep again, and then you'll never be able to rest either. By the realms, my heart hurts. You really freaked me out. I felt like I was going mad." still clutching his himself, the frazzled human settled back to lay on the cold dirt, trying to get his breathing under control.

Toothless towered over the young man. He snorted in good humor and smiled a toothy grin. "Ah, I know you're happy to see me, and you should trust your instincts, obviously. I just thought I'd make sure you were spirited for the night, and fix that if not. You were supposed to grab the wood earlier, I thought? Remember our agreement? Don't you do chores at home?" He nudged his face again.

Hiccup was incomprehensibly happy to see him deep down. His instincts were true when they told him that something dangerous was lurking, but it was no danger to him. Still, he couldn't forgive this crime so quickly. He pushed his dragon away. "I forgot for a while, alright? Thanks for interrupting that, anyway. You must have been tailing me since the moment I left camp, huh, stinky?"

Toothless made no comment. "What do you think?"

Hiccup didn't want to admit that he had no idea.

"I should have smelt that breathe from a mile away."

"Baby." he purred as he craned his head down. "Are you crabby because your hungry?"

Hiccup sat up, feeling better now, if not slightly betrayed. He wasn't sure if he was being teased again, but the salamander wasn't wrong. "I'm really hungry." he huffed pathetically.

Hiccup felt the warm breath of the Night Fury rustle his auburn hair. It was never really a good smell (often very fishy), but the human was would always find it immensely soothing. It reminded him he was safe, where ever he was. He could be in the center of an explosion, and find comfort in a great huff of Toothless. He wasn't sure if his dragon knew this, but some things didn't need words put to it.

After a silence, Hiccup expressed his confusion once his breath came back to him enough. "Why would I need to be spirited when we're about to turn in for the night, huh? Since when do you talk like that anyway?" He mocked.

Toothless in turn gave him a very conspicuous look. He seemed very amused. This shifted Hiccup to bewilderment.

"...What, Toothless?"

"I might have found something." Toothless said.

Hiccup squinted back at him. "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it right now. We might have to save it, anyway. Let's get back to camp."

Toothless crouched down, and Hiccup clutched a strap on his shoulder, getting lifted onto his feet with ease. Once he was stable, Hiccup decided they would be even after a small shove to the dragon, and so he did. Neither of them could help the smiles on their faces.

"So you just like to scare me?" Hiccup asked.

"I hope you're in the mood for turkey. I got you a juicy one." Toothless said, dodging what was self-evident.

Hiccup would have pressed further on Toothless conspicuous look, however, the idea of turkey broke his train of thought. Turkey was one of the greats in his book.

Hiccup couldn't help but salivate a little. His stomach was aching in need. "That sounds very good. What did you eat?"

"Good. I found a moose myself." He licked his chops jocosely. "I'm full."

The human shook his head with a small chuckle. "Ooo. It's no wonder you took your time, I guess. Never a sharing creature, were you?"

Toothless quietly hissed in his ear at the comment, making towards the camp. This tickled Hiccup and he had to itch it. "Ngef. Get back then, silent, ungrateful warrior. I'll help with the wood."

"Sure thing, fishy."

A/N: Hopefully the refusal to not use a name until unveiling the obvious beloved friend of Hiccup wasn't too annoying. I just wanted to make more of an impact with it. Hope it worked well enough. Regardless, second chapter will be up in time. I'm trying to push these out without overthinking them. It's fanfiction, after all.

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