Hello there! Yes, I know I said this would be a oneshot, but eh, life. This scene popped into my head and I thought it would be nice to give it a try. Maybe a scene from each book with Camicazi in it? Which means I'm probably going to be writing this backwards, but, hey if you wanted the events in the right order, you would have read the book!

So, I hope you enjoy this little fan-scene of How to Ride a Dragon's Storm!

Camicazi woke to find that something was clamped over her mouth, something cold and scaly -

And then she realized that it was just Stormfly's tail.

Frowning, she pushed the mood-dragon away from her and sat up, resting her head against the mast.

Up above, the stars winked like jewels, and down below, the water was calm as it carried the American Dream II across the sea to that country known as America.

And on the horizon, if she looked carefully, she could still see the spines of the Leviathorgon as it followed them. For a monster like that, keeping up with the ship must have been like keeping pace with a tortoise.

No, she decided. Until that dragon was taken care of, escaping wasn't an option. Of course, she loved crazy schemes as much as the next Viking, but that was just suicide.

Sighing, she looked down at her friends. Fishlegs snoozed contentedly, but Hiccup, she realized, was muttering something. For a minute she thought that she'd woken him before realizing that it was just sleep-talk.

Curious, she leaned closer. It had to be admitted, both she and Fishlegs had been a little cold towards him after he agreed to help the Wanderers.

"I made them a promise." He'd say whenever she bugged him about it, and would attempt to change the subject whenever she inquired further.

In fact, Hiccup had been different ever since he'd come out of that pit. It wasn't particularly noticeable, but still, she noticed. He talked less, spent more time thinking. At first Camicazi thought that was due to the slightly perplexing problem of escaping with a gang of slaves, but now she wasn't so sure. She would catch him with a strange look on his face, sometimes. Thoughtful, yet sad. Almost adult.

Looking down at the troubled look on his face, she felt herself start to worry.

A nightmare. Came a thought. He's having a nightmare.

A nightmare? What would Hiccup be having a nightmare about? He'd faced down creatures that could kill someone twice his size, outwitted psychopaths with hooks for hands, brained a driller dragon, surfed down lava, for Thor's sake. What could possibly be so bad it would make Hiccup have nightmares?

A strange thought popped into her head. To a good deal of girls her age it would have been a normal thought, but to Camicazi it was alien:

He was almost… cute.

What? She'd spent too much time cooped up in this boat with nothing exciting to do, that was the problem. She needed something fun, and soon. Maybe she could challenge Hiccup to a sword-fight tomorrow. Sure, the Hysterics would not be happy about the two of them swinging swords around, but she could find something to use as a substitute- burgle some toasting forks from the chef, or something. There were few who could give her a good swordfight like Hiccup.

Good old Hiccup…

She settled down again, suddenly missing Stormfly's tail, shivering beneath her furs.

But eventually, she drifted off.

And she cuddled up to Hiccup before doing so because she was cold.

That's all it was.

Really.

How did I do? Anyway, I might write a new chapter soon, or perhaps not. I have a bit of a original story I plan to work on, you see. And yes, it DOES contain dragons. Hey, it's not my fault the next book is taking so long to come out! I need to satisfy my addictions one way or another!

Speaking of which, there's an awful lack of book-fanfics here. I like Night Furies, an' all, but come on, fellow fans! Let's try and boost those numbers!

I would like to say that I am above asking for reviews... but then I would be lying.

Falcy, over and out.