This cross over fic was requested by may friend, and fellow writer, dracologistmaster. They've just been so supportive of me and my stories over the years, and I hope they like this story. It'll be short, but hopefully good.

Note - Most of this first chapter was written by dracologistmaster, but I changed several parts, and the ending. It's about 40% me, but the rest will be all me aside from the premise of the story.=^-^=

Ch. 1 - Lost in the Storm

It was dark, but not a natural dark. The clouds around them seemed to speak more for the mood than the location or time of day. The clouds flowed over, greying the sky as they dove for dear life. Through the cloud that surrounded them and insight of the dark stoned beach with their hunter diving after. Narrowing its eyes and tucking its wings tighter against its back in an attempt to catch up to the Night Fury and human the beast prepared another column of fire, building up the gas in the back of its throat.

"Hold Toothless." Hiccup said, calmly placing a hand on the Night Fury's head as he closed his eyes listening for the right time to strike. "Now!" He shouted as his eyes snapped open. Flipping around to launch his own fire ball into the gas cloud in the monster's mouth, Toothless flipped back over snapping his wings open to catch the air and slow him down, enough that the monster could finally see where it would meet its doom. Though as he tried to navigate the beasts spiky back, the prosthetic tail failed. Snapping off as the abused and burning leather and metal contraption could take no more. "No!" Hiccup shouted as the beasts clubbed tail came up as if it were taking revenge on them from the grave.

The massive club hit them hard knocking Hiccup from the saddle and earning a fearful roar from Toothless, who immediately dove towards his rider and friend flapping his wings as hard as he could to get to Hiccup before the boy fell into the fire. Though it didn't look like he would make it Toothless refused to give up and with one final push he was just within reach, but he would have to do something he swore he would never do to the boy. Lunging toward the leg he could reach Toothless bit down hard on the boy's leg and dragged his limp body into his fire resistant scaled protection.

After that, everything seemed to blur as the fire entangled them. Shouts from around them permeated the light as it slowly died, the dragon couldn't tell much from them and the unconscious boy could do little to help. After a few minutes a familiar bulk loomed near and Toothless gave a weak smile as he thought over what that meant. He took a deep breath before unfolding his wings and saw a reaction from the Viking. A small huff of air from his son's lungs and the faint beating of his heart told Stoick everything he needed to know. "He's alive, he's alive, you brought him back alive!" Stoick shouted holding his son close.

"Well, most of him anyways." Stated a blonde mustached man looking down at the boy's missing leg. With relief the dragon lowered his wings as the man took up his son; just knowing his friend was alive seemed to release the tension he had been feeling.

"Oi! The dragons!" This shout, however, caused the tired dragon's tension to return as he pushed himself up to see the problem. The dragons who had flown away before had now returned in mass to surround the Vikings. "What do we do Stoic!?"

The chief seemed to think it over and it relieved the Night Fury to no end that he had not once reached for his weapon. The rest of the warriors were on edge as they awaited a decision while holding their blades tight. Stoic then turned to the burned ships littering the shore. "We have no reason to attack them now…." There were several amazed expressions as he continued. "What we need to do is get home." He held his son in his arms as he gazed at the sunken fleet. "Now how do we….?" He then remembered the other teens who'd flown in on dragons and turned to the reptilian horde. "But how do we?" He asked as he turned to the teens in question and gestured towards the dragons.

Toothless slowly made his way over with exhaustion on his features. He stopped beside the chief while taking a glance towards his human rider. He let out a low roar and a few growls before the dragons began to stir and spread out. It wasn't long before they started grabbing Viking's left and right and flying off with them on their backs, though many of the men seemed very uncooperative. Stoic looked down at the Night Fury with a raised brow and nodded in acknowledgement. "I guess that'll do then."

The Nightfury's eyes snapped open at the sudden tug on his tail. He had been enjoying a relaxing nap on the grass outside Gobber's shop before several young children had run over to play nearby. One of them seemed to have tripped over his tail and was now scrambling to their feet. Toothless let out a grunt at the boy as he laughed and ran towards his friends. He decided to stand up since he was already awake and stuck his head through one of the many windows of the stall. It only took him a moment to find the human he was looking for as let out a whine to get his attention.

Hiccup turned to him with a smile. "Hey bud, enjoy your nap?" He said with a grin. "Don't worry, we'll go flying as soon as I finish this last saddle." He was tying off the leather straps that would be used to fasten the saddle to the dragon. "Just a few more minutes." Toothless dropped his head on the window sill in impatience as he waited for his afternoon flight. The stall had been rather busy all day and so Hiccup, who was one of only two smithies, was also quite busy.

As the dragon looked longingly through the window another dragon came to his side. This dragon was a beautiful mixture of blue and yellow baring spikes crowning its head. "Hurry up Hiccup, even Toothless is getting bored." The maiden at the dragon's side called.

The young man rolled his eyes as he pulled on the leather strap. "Not you too." He then laughed as he went over the piece in his hands. "The sky isn't going anywhere."

Astrid shook her head with a smile as she leaned on the window sill by the Night Fury. "That may be true but you should still hurry up."

Hiccup and Toothless hovered in the air as the young Viking scrutinized the approaching storm clouds in the distance. Astrid flew into his field of vision in slight annoyance. "What's up?" she turned to see what he was looking at. "A storm?"

Hiccup gave a nod as Toothless turned towards the village. "We should get back to the village before it hits."

Astrid gave a nod and turned back to the dark clouds. "Yeah, but it's a bit early for a big storm don't you think?"

Hiccup continued on towards the village. "Yeah, but I don't know, I just have a feeling about it." Toothless agreed with a whine as he looked back at his rider. "You too eh?" He then turned back to Astrid as she followed on the back of Stormfly. "Better safe than sorry right?"

"You honestly think you can stop me!" A deep malevolent voice bellowed. "I am the Dark Master, I am eternal!" The large dark purple beast shouted as he lunged in for the kill. With only seconds to react two winged figures launched massive purple beams at the attacking behemoth, knocking him to to crystal surface in a matter of seconds as the world shattered around the two, now unconscious, forms. Minutes, possibly seconds later one of the two unconscious forms awoke to see the world going to pieces.

Malaphor bared down on them again though the strangest creatures came up from the crystal to hold him back. Eventually he was dragged into the crystal, but the destruction continued. He thought they had stopped this from happening by stopping the Dark Master, apparently he was wrong. The other form awoke with a shake of her head before asking what had happened and why the world was still falling apart. The both of them flew up to take in the situation. "I don't know.." He responded.

The rest of the conversation was lost as the first flew down toward the deep purple crystal with a determined look in his eyes. The second stepped up behind the first form setting a claw on his back. "I love you, Spyro." She said as the world disappeared in a bright flash of light.

Now the two found themselves being tossed around while their surroundings seemed lost to their understanding. It was so abrupt a change as they were thrust from the emptiness into this turmoil, neither could seem to understand what exactly had happened. They could hear an empty howl as they were pushed up and around. "Where are we!?" The darker dragon demand in panic. She was doing all she could to keep close to the other dragon.

"I don't know!" He called back as the two were thrust down by the mysterious force. A flash went through their vision and it quickly became clear to the two that they were now somewhere new. The loud clamor around them was revealed to be rain with the flash illuminating the rampage as it pelted the dragons.

"Rain?!" Cynder questioned as she grabbed hold of Spyro with her claws.

"It's a storm!" He called back affirming her reasoning, as he returned the gesture hold. "Keep close!" The wind, which was the force upon them, seemed to concentrate all its fury as it pushed them closer towards the ravaged water's surface. Exhaustion creeped upon them quickly as they fought back for their lives, but the unforgiving storm would not be persuaded as their consciousness was swept away in the waves.

"That one sure was a one heck of a storm eh Erik?" The Viking nodded as he pulled up the net in his hands.

"You're tellin me." He then gestured towards the net as a barrel was pulled up in it. "It downed two ships, and they were docked. Not to mention the number it did on the dock. I bet the village above would be in no better state had it not been for all those reinforcements for the dragons."

The other man laughed. "True! So will ya be headin up to watch the race today?"

Erik thought a moment and nodded. "Aye but I think I'll go a take my favorite spot along the shore first. It'll do me some good after cleanin all this up."

"That's ole Rustblade for you. You think so much and your blade'll get rusty." The man bellowed in a laugh.

Erik took no offense of course, this was a common joke about the village, but all knew he was a very capable fighter. He set out along the shore towards a large rock which he enjoyed pondering the day on whenever he found himself with a free moment. The villagers had come to call it "Rustblade Rock" because it was the most likely place for the man to be found out of the village.

He had just began to climb it when he noticed a strange bulge in the tide. He began to shrug it off as storm debris before he noticed the colors. He turned with a curious eye to see the purple hew he'd glanced was in fact what he had seen. When he approached the waters a bit more it became clear that what he was looking at was not wreckage but a strange dragon. He waded into the water and quickly noticed the error he'd made prior. It was not a dragon he had seen, but two dragons clinging together amidst the light sweep of the waves. "By Odin…?" He said to himself as he took a good look; he'd never seen dragons like these before. One was mostly purple with yellow horns, spines, and wings, the other was mostly black and that added in with the dark waters made it harder to notice at first. The giveaway for this dragon was the magenta that made up its underbelly and the white horns adorning its head.

"….. oh boy…" He muttered as he scratched at the back of his head. As he looked them over he realized they were very much alive as one of the golden wings seemed to lazily spread over both dragons and caused the man to step back a moment. Once he realized they were still unconscious, he decided the best thing was to pull them out. Berk embraced dragons after all, and these had no dangerous history with the island. Their size also put the man a bit more at ease as they seemed only about the size of grunkles though they had lean figures. "Now what do I do with em?" He wondered to himself as he finished pulling them ashore. He then turned towards the docks where the walkway up to the village was and turned about. "Better let the chief know." And with that, he shuffled off at a brisk pace to alert the Chief of Berk of his strange find.

So that's the first part. Since this story is already 90% typed up in my wprd processor, I should update every few days, a week at the most. Thx dracologistmaster, for all your support.

BTW, The time gap for HTTYD is 3 years in this chapter, from the first movie. Like race to the edge. Thx for reading.=^-^=