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The sun had just begun to set on the night that was to be the darkest of the month in Berk and the Dragons were restless, as they had been all day. The Vikings didn't know what to make of it, if much at all. When Hiccup, the now unofficial village Dragon Expert and Tamer, didn't know what was happening to make the great beasts behave like fretful rodents, it was assumed that the best thing to do was wait and see what came of it.

As the last rays of sun disappeared from sight, the Vikings began to understand why the Dragons felt that something was just not right. When the sun had vanished over the horizon, the air had started to buzz. It was soft and was not something that was heard so much as felt in their chests. The Vikings of Berk immediately began whispering, wondering what sort of omen the strange, not to be heard humming was. They gathered in their homes, preparing themselves for bed as if something might try to attack them in the night. Axes and swords and shields lay close to beds, boots ready to be flung on if needed, day clothes not even removed. As the village lay down to try and sleep, they tossed and turned for hours after they would have normally fallen into unconsciousness, restlessness now gripping them as it had done to the Dragons.

But sleep they eventually did.

There was one being, one Dragon, however, who was not restless as the others were. He did not twitch and move about in fretfulness of something he could not quite put his finger on. He sat still, deeply breathing in the air around him, looking to the sky, waiting for the right moment. While the others were nervous for the night to begin, this one Dragon's own silent excited anxiety stemmed from anticipation for night to begin. When the little human Hiccup had tried to coax him inside to sleep in the rafters of the house as it had become customary, he had refused and gone back to staring at the sky. Considering how strange the rest of the Dragons had been acting that day, Hiccup hadn't given Toothless' odd behavior a second thought before climbing into his own bed.

The night hummed and buzzed with an unseen power for hours, waiting for the sun.

It was but an hour before dawn that Toothless' body tensed slightly, eyes scanning the sky and nose sniffing the air once more before he began to move away from where he sat by Hiccup's front door. It was time and it would be best if this was done as far away from the village as he could get. Toothless stood, stretching his muscles with a heavy shake of his body and soon after began sprinting to the forest coated mountains and hills that surrounded Berk, careful to pay attention to where he was going. He would need to remember the way back in the morning.

Making his way quickly and lightly, Toothless only stopped once he had reached the top most forest, making a small clearing for himself in the dense woods. He knocked down tree after tree, pulling them up from their roots and tossing them aside until he felt the area large and suitable enough. He sat down once more, looked to the sky, and waited.

Most anyone who would have played spectator at this point would have wondered at the Dragon's strange behavior. Except of course, if you were Dragon yourself, then you would realize what was about to begin and would scamper off as quickly as you could. It is a well known fact amongst nests of Dragons that once every two hundred and fifty years, on a night like the one Toothless was staring up into, one Dragon out of the thousands that existed within each nest could turn into a human for a year if they so did wish. In the last few centuries, the wish had gone unused and wasted in Toothless' nest. With a Queen that needed constant feeding and the war that had sprung up between Vikings and Dragons because of it, there was very little want on any Dragon's part to turn into the form of the very being that was becoming a hindrance to their survival.

But what with the Green Death being destroyed not but six months ago and the understanding that the time of the Great Wish was soon to be upon them, Toothless had been the first to act. Within the following days that their manipulative Queen had been killed and Hiccup had still been in bed asleep, what little time Toothless spent away from Hiccup's side was preoccupied with letting all the other Dragons know one simple thing: The Great Wish is mine, do not try and take it.

Through growls, glances, and body language that the humans could not understand, the word had spread amongst the Dragons, Do not take the Great Wish; the Night Fury claims it this year.

So, the Dragons had conceded, none defying Toothless' claim on the wish. They knew he, out of all the other Dragons of the nest, was most deserving of it. It had been he that had trusted the human boy, had been the first to allow a human to ride on his back, and had helped show them that humans were not as dumb and violent as they thought. It had been he who had destroyed their tyrant of a Queen. If he wanted to lay claim to the Great Wish, none of them had the right to even consider denying him that. Not when he had done so much for them.

Toothless continued to stare up at dark sky, the stars beginning to fade as morning slowly approached. It would be any moment now, he could feel it in-

But before he could even finish the thought, the energized buzzing that had been building since the morning before reached a sudden crescendo. It was no longer a buzzing but a soft screeching, as if Berk was suddenly invaded by a million flying bees, and Toothless' body tensed tightly in pain. He held in his cries as best he could as his body changed and shifted around him. He whimpered in agony as his bones broke and reset themselves, scales and skin bubbling before they stretched, breaking open wide, changing from something nearly impenetrable to something soft and human.

It was when his skull starting changing shape and his spine started to move of its own accord that he finally let out a deep roar of terrifying proportions. He'd only heard of the pain the Great Wish brought in passing, had never heard it described with the same intensity that he was feeling it. He all but sobbed as he felt his tailbones retracting into his body, felt the muscles and tendons of his wings breaking and collapsing into his back, his claws elongating into fingers and shortened into toes, his paws shrinking into hands and feet, and his four legs growing long and skinny. His muscles burned as they cramped, tearing apart only to put themselves back together underneath his changing form. If Toothless hadn't already been shuddering and shaking from pain, the sounds of snapping bones, popping joints, and gurgling flesh would have done the trick.

The transformation continued on as the sky grew lighter. Toothless' screams reverberated throughout the forest, surely to be heard for miles around. Just as the sun peaked over the horizon, Toothless dimly noted that his voice no longer sounded like a Dragon's deep roar of pain, but something much more like a man's howl of agony. A moment after he made this realization, the pain stopped, he body sagged, and it took all of his might to not pass into unconsciousness. Lying on the grass of the forest floor, chest heaving in deep breaths for several long minutes after the pain had subsided, Toothless dared to open his eyes.

It took his sight a moment to clear, but when it did he found that it was nothing compared to what he was use to. The little clearing he had made in the forest had not yet been graced with any sort of sunshine, but Toothless was surprised by just how bad his new eyesight was. What little light the newly dawned sun of the day provided did next to nothing for his eyes as he stared near blindly into the darkness of the surrounding forest.

All Dragons had some ability to see in the dark, allowing for flight at any time of day, even if that time of day was the pitch blackness of night. But Night Furies were known to have the best eyesight, especially in darkness. To go from having some of the best set of eyes in the world to what he considered, at best, to be mediocre eyesight, was jarring.

Toothless sighed deeply as his breathing evened and he continued to stare into the forest to try and see anything at all. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the outlines of the trees he had tossed aside earlier, could see what was perhaps a patch of dirt - even that was debatable with the eyes he had now-, but beyond that there was very little else he could make out.

Slowly, Toothless began to try and move. His body ached as if he had fallen from hundreds of feet up in the air and every little movement caused a throbbing ache in his muscles. Carefully, doing his best to ignore the aches and pains, Toothless managed to sit up. His breathing quickened from the exertion, head pounding. He pressed his paws to his temples, trying to silence the pain.

No, not paws, hands, he had to remind himself.

Once the heartbeat in his head lessened, he took a moment to look at his hands as best he could. Five digits to each protrusion of flesh, the skin a nut color that he had not seen on any other human in Berk. Tentatively, he brought his fingers to his face, touching features he would not be able to see until he found a pond or looking glass. His fingers met sharp angles and soft skin, the long hair on top of his head, he found, was a similar color to what his scales had been. He opened his mouth curiously, running his no longer forked tongue over teeth that were flat and made for mashing things rather than tearing, fingers reaching into the back to feel slightly raised bumps on the teeth there.

He looked to his feet, wiggling the toes in a confused sort of way, when he heard a voice calling his name from outside the clearing. He would know that voice anywhere, and in his haste to try and meet the person it belonged to, trying to stand and move as he normally would, he all but to fell flat on his face, groaning in pain.

He could still hear Hiccup calling his name, sounding as if he was walking blindly through the forest with no idea where to go. Toothless so wanted to go to him, but could not even find the coordination to stand on his two newly made feet. He felt his face contort in an expression he'd seen Hiccup wear when frustrated, and pondered what to do.

Quickly coming to an idea that he deemed suitable, Toothless licked his dry lips, opened his mouth, and tried to make a sound.

"Hhhhhhh." was the only soft sound to come out. He took a breath, preparing to try again.

"Hhhhhiiiccc." He had managed to wrap his tongue around the first half of the word he wanted to say, mouth tightening into what Hiccup had called a grin, proud of the accomplishment.

He breathed deeply again, preparing for a third try.

"Hhhhiiiiccccuuuuupp." He managed in a drawl, forming the word with his clumsy tongue. His grin broadened into a smile, and he breathed deeper than he had the previous times, his intent to now be heard by the boy.

"Hhhiicccuuppp!" He yelled to the morning sky.

He heard Hiccup stop calling his name, making Toothless smile even wider; he knew the boy had heard him.

"Hhhiicccuuupp! Hiccuuuppp! Hiccup! Heeerrrrrreeeee, Hiccup!" Toothless yelled as loudly as his already hoarse voice would let him, managing a 'here' amongst all his yells of Hiccup's name.

It was then that he heard the hurried, clumsy footsteps of the boy he had befriended crashing through the forest and into the clearing. The forest was still dark even as the sun climbed higher into the sky, so it was no surprise to Toothless that the boy had tumbled his way into the clearing with a lantern in hand, almost putting it out when he fell to the ground, his sense of balance not what most people would call 'good'. Toothless' face was suddenly pulled into a frown when he noticed the way Hiccup sat where he had fallen, rubbing absentmindedly at where the remainder of his leg met wood and metal. Had he hurt himself trying to get through the forest? Why was no one else with him?

Toothless, once again in his attempt to see the boy, made to stand up, this time managing to stand shakily on his legs before crashing to the ground again with a loud moan of pain.

"Who's there?" Hiccup called, trying and failing to conceal the fear and suspicion in his voice.

"Hiccup!" Toothless cried again in his low human voice, sitting up once more.

Hiccup stood still, holding the lantern far in front of him, trying to illuminate his surroundings as best as he could.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" the boy asked again, eyes darting around the clearing in a way that told Toothless that the other boy had yet to spot him.

"Here Hiccup."

At those words, Hiccup looked his way, finally catching sight of him.

"Who are you?" he asked again, cautiously limping towards him.

Toothless licked his lips, trying his best to speak.

"Tttooooottthhhh…" he said with a frown.

In response, Hiccup cocked an eyebrow and looked at him as if he were insane. The worst part about it all was that he knew Hiccup had every right to look at him like that, he sounded down right ridiculous. He sighed, bringing his feet underneath him, and again stood slowly and unsteadily, like a new born lamb.

At his movement, he saw Hiccup quickly whip out his dagger, brandishing it.

"Tell me who you are right now or I'll…I'll-!" Hiccup didn't finish the sentence, deciding it would be a better idea to brandish the dagger with more gusto then before. The newly turned Dragon smiled awkwardly, still not use to the way the muscles of his face now moved, before he attempted again to tell the smaller boy who he was.

"Tttoootthhhllleesss." He finally managed, pointing the fingers of his hands to his chest.

He could see Hiccup blink for a moment, confused.

"What did you say? What'd you say your name was?" Hiccup asked, the hand holding the dagger dropping to his side.

"Toothless." He said, confidence growing as he said his own name perfectly in the human tongue. It really wasn't so hard once you said the word a few times.

Out of the two things that happened next, Toothless wasn't sure which one surprised him more: the fact that Hiccup's eyes seemed to grow twice their size in what he recognized as realization or that soon after this look passed over his face his knees shook violently for a moment before the boy fell down, face first, into the dirt.

Author's note: After reading quit a few stories on this particular section of this site, I began to notice something. A rather large portion of the stories involve Toothless becoming a human so he can fall in love with Hiccup and have sex with him or something along those lines.

The one thing that bothers me most about these stories is that Toothless changing into a human is never very well done, in that it happens quickly and no one ever seems taken aback by it and Toothless tends to shrug it off with something along the lines of "It's something all dragons can just do". Well, I'm going to try and see if I can't come up with something that I at least find plausible...and no, Toothless will not be falling in love with Hiccup and wanting desperately to get into his pants. Why, you ask? Because, I like the friendship that was established between them too much to mess around with it, that's why.

I'll see how well of a response this first chapter gets before deciding if I should continue this or not, or leave it just as is. Toodles.