Hello !

This story is going to be a story featuring many, many, adventures of our dear heroes Hiccup and Toothless. Not long ago, I posted another story of the same title and theme, but it was kind of rubbish and no one really liked it including myself... So I took it down, that is why some of you could not find it when I talked about it at the end of 'HCBFBR?'.

I nevertheless am not cured from my addiction of 'Hiccup runs away' stories, so I could not stop myself from staying up all night and starting this story all over again... With suggestions and encouragements this time. I hope I can satisfy your need for HTTYD FanFics and provide a good story.

In the meantime...We join a young, gangly boy with a name that'll scare off gnomes and trolls on an island a couple of degrees below Freezing To Death.

Rant...Just starting !

This is Berk. It's twelve north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. The Village ? in a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. They have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes...But they have...

Dragons !

Most people would leave. But not the Hooligans. They're Vikings. They have... 'stubbornness issues'. Tonight was a raid like many others, fire spewed from enraged dragon's mouths onto dry wooden houses. See ? Old village, lots and lots of new houses...

Vikings were running all over the place, throwing axes and bolas as well as hauling rocks to catapults. The young Hiccup Haddock, lanky and bony, was stumbling around the battle zone towards the smithy. Ignoring the protests of all the adults questioning his presence on such a troubled night.

He found his way into the forge where his meat-head of a master blacksmith with interchangeable hands named Gobber was already in the act of repairing broken weaponry. As usual, the pair engaged in a long tirade of snappy remarks and sarcastic comebacks regarding Hiccup's physique and inability to 'make his mark in the right place'. But the word-full duel was interrupted by a terrifying screech, a screech every Viking dreaded.

" NIGHT FURY ! "

" GET DOWN ! "

A purple explosion sent one of Berk's catapults flying in twenty different directions as the black and undetectable dragon performed his deadly fly-by. This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why Hiccup headed out of the forge at that precise moment, he was going to be the first to do so. The boy dodged explosions and projectiles as he pushed his invention to a decent vantage point. The invention in question was a bola launcher, the first of it's kind. It had some 'minor calibration issues' but otherwise it was the work of a genius. It was a sad fact that none of the Hooligans recognised the worth of the young heir to Berk. The puny boy slammed down the contraption, it snapped into life and deployed. The boy put a finger on the handle and squinted through the cross-hairs.

"Come on...Come on...Come on...Gimme something to shoot at." He whispered to himself. Suddenly a black shape shot past him and the boy instinctively pulled the trigger. The bola flew and twirled through the air before hitting it's mark. The black shape went down with a screech. The boy was thrown back from his contraption due to the knock-back of the weapon. He got back up and shoved the messy auburn hair out of his face.

" Oh...Yes ! I hit it ! " He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. " Did anybody see that ? " Young hiccup merely got a low, menacing and guttural growl as a response. The boy turned around to face a monstrous nightmare slowly creeping towards him. Hiccup's shoulders sank.

" Except for you..."

" Oh the gods hate me..." Moaned Hiccup as he trudged through the forest in the cold early morning air. " Some people loose their knife, or their mug. I manage to loose an entire dragon ! ". The boy slapped a branch in his frustration, which promptly took it upon itself to slap him back. The boy looked back at the tree while rubbing one of his eyes and realized that the poor tree was ripped in half and totally mangled. The boy's gaze continued to drift towards a small trench of upturned earth that led to a clearing. No doubt the crash site of the wanted dragon.

Hiccup stumbled into the deserted clearing. Where lay the bolas that hit the target last night. The ropes were cut and the weights sunk slightly into the humid ground. Dark scales littered the ground, as well as streaks of red as if the bleeding beast dragged itself around. A shrill shriek interrupted the boy's observations, and the terrified lad swivelled around. His hair fell before his eyes and he immediately shoved them aside. Another shriek shook the forest. It came from a very particular direction. Hiccup cautiously edged forward towards the sounds of whimpering and shrieking, the unmistakeable indicator of pain and agony.

Hiccup reached a small cove. He peered across a small lake to see a black shape lie in a heap on the ground. His mind crashed.

Night Fury !

He froze, holding his breath not daring to move. The dragon let out another moan as it pulled itself towards the water. It stared at the fish for a while, before shooting it's head down into the water and thrashing it's head about wildly. It was a desperate attempt at feeding itself, but it was in vain.

Dragons eat fish ?

Thought Hiccup as he slowly crept forward, around the body of water and towards the dragon. The dragon let out a pained wail and gave up, it lay in an immobile heap on the ground. It had lost the will to do anything, it's ears fell limp on it's skull as the dragon curled up on itself. It's tail scrapped across the floor, leaving a trail of blood in the dirt. The night fury closed it's eyes and shut out the world, if it was to die it would die peacefully.

But one of it's ears perked up at the continuous scribbling sound that was produced not far off. The dragon lifted it's heavy head and turned to stare at Hiccup, who had suddenly stopped scribbling in his notebook and stared back with eyes full of terror. The dragon growled and barred it's teeth, but anyone could tell that the threat was lifeless, the dragon didn't have the strength. It didn't discourage Hiccup, who noticed the missing tail-fin on the dragon's tail as well as the wide gash on his right paw. Both wounds were bleeding profusely and soiled the ground with red. Hiccup also guessed that the dragon must be starving, it apparently hadn't succeeded in any of it's fishing attempts.

The dragon barked and Hiccup took a step back, even though it was obvious that by now the night fury was too weak to get up.

It's going to bleed out, for sure. If not it'll starve to death or be eaten by a bear... Unless...Yes ! This'll fix everything ! Dad will be so proud...

The boy reached for his dagger but stopped himself when his eyes locked with those of the dragon. The world around him melted away and all that remained were those, dangerous, intelligent, sentient, mesmerising green eyes.

At this point something clicked in the boy's mind. He wasn't aware of it at the time, and it is quite frankly indescribable, there are no words to explain what caused the boy to go through with such a dangerous, reckless, stupid and crazy plan. But it happened.

" S-Stay here..." Stuttered the boy, pointing a shaky finger at the dragon before turning around and running, as if the dragon could in fact leave if it wanted.

The boy ran back to the village, he tripped and stumbled on roots and tufts of grass. His clumsy racing nevertheless got him back to his house in record time. He burst in through the back door, panting.

Dad's not here. Good !

He ran to the kitchen, grabbed a basket, some fish, three cloths and some bandages. Before speeding out of the house again, he ran past Astrid on the way back to the cove, who as usual just scowled at the boy as he passed. She nevertheless wondered why he was in such a hurry.

The night fury growled with constricted pupils and ears held flat and threatening against his skull as Hiccup approached him again. They now stood about five metres apart, the dragon hadn't moved as Hiccup instructed. It was in a sorry state, and it needed to be treated quickly if he was to survive. But Hiccup knew that the night fury would never let him treat it, he needed to gain it's trust. He drew his dagger and the dragon's growling intensified ( [Dragoning Intensifies] ), Hiccup pursed his lips and threw the dagger away. The night fury followed the piece of metal fly in an arc away from him before staring back at the boy with a confused look.

Hiccup proceeded to reach into the basket and draw a fish. He held it out with both his hands and the dragon's pupils grew wide and his ears perked up. Hiccup took a hesitant step forward, still holding out the fish away from him. The dragon growled warningly when the boy took another step so Hiccup reverted to simply throwing the fish before it. The night fury stared wide-eyed at the fish on the ground then at Hiccup, then back at the fish. It sniffed it, nudged it with it's nose before slowly opening it's maw and exposing it's gums.

" Toothless ? Huh...I could've sworn you had-..." Suddenly a deadly array of sharp teeth shot out of the black dragon's gums before it swallowed the fish whole with a loud 'Chomp !'. "...Teeth..."

The dragon licked it's lips contently before staring back at Hiccup who took a while to understand that the beast wanted more. He reached back into the basket and pulled out an eel. Suddenly the black dragon hissed and howled at the eel while flapping it's wings.

" NO ! Nonononono !" Shouted Hiccup as he held out one hand towards the dragon while chucking the eel into the lake with the other. The dragon calmed down once the eel disappeared down into the lake to it's watery grave. Hiccup stood uncomfortably while wiping his sticky hands against his tunic. " Yeah I never liked eel much either. ". He returned once more to the basket and pulled out a nice big cod.

This time, he kneeled down and slowly crept towards the dragon who, this time, didn't growl as the boy approached. Hiccup was still holding out the fish and stopped when the dragon was in biting range.

" Please don't bite off my hands... " Pleaded the boy, seriously concerned about the way the dragon scoffed down the previous fish. Only this time he was holding it. But the dragon bit the fish from the boy's hands without taking them in the process. He tilted his head back and swallowed the fish whole. He looked at Hiccup again with the same look he gave him earlier.

" Uh...I-I don't have any more..." Admitted Hiccup. He pulled the basket closer to both of them and he sat down cross-legged before the dragon. He stared at the beast's paw and frowned, the dragon caught him staring and pulled the limb closer, away from the boy and started licking the gash.

" I-I want to help..." Said the boy holding out a bandage. " I don't want to hurt you, you need to get that treated. Or you'll bleed out..." The dragon grumbled. It knew what the boy meant.

Ok...Step by step... Step by step. The boy drew in a long shuddering breath and pushed out his hand, the dragon backed it's face away and growled. Hiccup pulled back his hand against his chest.

One big step then...Leap of faith...

Hiccup turned his head away and closed his eyes, he slowly extended his hand out towards the dragon. Hiccup half expected to have his arm ripped off, the dragon's teeth breaking his bone in half with a sickening 'Snap !' and tear through the flesh while severing tendons and spewing hot blood everywhere. The beast stared wide-eyed and the small, bony hand that was reaching out towards him. Time stood still. The dragon's thoughts collapsed, and he closed his own eyes and pushed his nose in the boy's palm.

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