A/N: Just some drabbles about Jim and Hiccup. This is not slash, so don't take it that way. Think of it more as Hiccup being the little brother Jim never had, and vice versa. There's no real story here, nothing major. Just something I came up with at three in the morning. =.= Might do more of this, update more. Feel free to pitch me some ideas if you'd like.

Oh, so supposedly this is about three years after the events of Treasure Planet(if you haven't seen it, you should, otherwise you might miss some things). And as for Hiccup, well, after Astrid found him she went screeming back to the village and ratted him out, by which point he'd flown away. Done into the ground, I know, but I like to use that angle a lot.

In this drabble, both boys are striking out on their own, and both have crap luck. Jim's been exploring different worlds, but since people can be a little jumpy when he reveals he's from space, he tends to keep it a secret. Same goes for Hiccup, since Vikings aren't real popular. Jim's about 18 or 19, and Hiccup's as old as he is in the movie, which I think is thirteen. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Disclaimer: I own naught.

Sorry for any OOC-ness, it's been awhile since I've written anything with Jim.

And also, Hiccup ran into some trouble, but Jim helped him out of it. They just got to a cave where Hiccup's been hiding Toothless. Sorry for the huge note.

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Hiccup winced as Toothless nuzzled him affectionately, looking the small human over for any sign of injury. Hiccup shut his eyes, waiting for the typical response he got when people met Toothless. The remarks such as, 'What is that thing!?', 'Look out!' or even screaming. Especially screaming. But there was nothing, merely the sound of Toothless' inquiring chirp. Hiccup opened his eyes. Jim was looking outside the cave, nodding in approval.

"This high up, you've got the advantage." he mused aloud as he looked around. "Can't even see this place from the ground." Hiccup nodded slowly. Maybe he hadn't seen the Night Fury yet.

"Yeah, it, uh...works." Jim turned to them and slipped his bag over his shoulder.

"How far did you want to get? To be honest, I don't know this area that well. Like I said, I'm a traveler. But I've been here a little over a month, so if I can help you, I will." The ex-Viking gawked at him, slightly dissapointed. Why wasn't he freaking out? He had a dragon, an honest-to-Thor Night Fury, standing right next to him. Maybe he didn't see Toothless? It was sort of dark. Jim tilted his head slightly, recapturing Hiccup's attention.

"Huh?"

"I said, who's your friend?" Nope. He saw him.

"Uh...this is, ah, Toothless. Bud, this is Jim Hawkins. He's a friend." he added as an afterthought. Toothless looked at Jim suspiciously, letting out a gurgle as he sniffed at him. Jim held out his hand cautiously, like one would do for a cat or dog. Toothless sat back on his haunches, satisfied that this stranger at least smelled decent. Hiccup did a double take. "You're not...scared?" Jim frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Toothless is a dragon." he explained slowly. "Uh...a Night Fury. The most dangerous dragon known to Vi-man." Jim raised an eyebrow.

"Um...don't get me wrong, but that doesn't exactly worry me." he said as he set his bag on the floor of the cave. He nudged it with the toe of his boot. "See, where I'm from, I've seen...well, not worse, but-" A squeak came from his bag, drawing Toothless' attention immediantly, and a little pink glob of goop slid out. Hiccup wrinkled his nose. What in the world...? Jim smiled. "Wake up, Morphy." he said as he knelt down to scoop up the blob. To Hiccup's surprise...it had eyes. And a mouth. It was smiling.

"What is that thing!?" Hiccup yelped in spite of himself. Jim smirked.

"He's...a morph. I got him from a friend of mine, who found him on Pr-...while he was on a trip." The older boy prodded the creature gently. "Morph, this is Hiccup and Toothless." The blob blinked, slowly rising into the air before looking quizzically at the two strangers. It chirped and floated off of Jim's hands, getting just a little too close to Hiccup. Toothless growled in warning, then yipped as the blob turned into...a teeny tiny Night Fury, complete with a saddle and one false tailfin. Hiccup stared at him in awe.

"How does he do that?" he asked. Jim just shrugged.

"So are ya gonna answer my question now?"

"Sure. What was it again?" Hiccup asked, not looking away from Morph. Jim rolled his eyes, his back to Hiccup as he rummaged around in his bag.

"Where exactly do you want to go? You said you were lost, I figured you had a certain place in mind. Where you headed?" Hiccup's shoulders drooped, and he scuffed the toe of his boot against the cave floor.

"No place." he murmured. "I mean...doesn't matter." Jim turned to face them, sitting with his back to the wall as he opened a small leather-bound journal in his lap. It had something scratched into the cover, but it wasn't in runes, so Hiccup couldn't read it. He wondered what language it was.

"How old are you?" Jim asked slowly. Hiccup bristled, fixing him with a fiery glare.

"Old enough." he said shortly. Jim raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay. Where you from?" Hiccup hesitated a moment before he sat down, piling up some firewood to get a fire going.

"An island called Berk." Jim nodded thoughtfully.

"Up north of here, I'm guessing?" Hiccup squinted. On their flight away from the island and the freezing seas, the sun had been rising at their right. Which meant they'd been traveling south for a good portion of their journey. He nodded. "Like the weather?" The boy groaned.

"It's so hot here sometimes." Jim scoffed.

"I've seen worse." Hiccup frowned. Morph, who had transformed back into his pudgy pink self, turned into a flaming match, intending to set the wood alight. Toothless barely moved, puffing at the tinder from where he lay behind his rider. Morph made an impressed 'ooh' sound before floating over to Jim.

"Where are you from?" Hiccup countered. Jim bit his lip.

"Um...a little town called Benbow." Hiccup, who was unfamiliar with any towns that weren't inhabited by Vikings, nodded slowly. "My mom and me ran an Inn there. Well, mostly my mom." Jim added after a few silent moments. Hiccup glanced at him.

"What about your dad?" Jim winced visibly.

"He, uh...left. When I was eight." Hiccup looked puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Jim gave him a sarcastic look, but then realized the boy was serious. He had no idea what he meant. Jim let a breath out his mouth, trying to think of a gentle way to put it. He couldn't.

"He abandon us." he said finally. The expression on the kid's face was unreadable. He looked like he was having a hard time picturing a man just up and leaving his family. Jim felt a stab of jealousy. Apparently where this kid was from, men didn't just up and leave. Or did they? "What about you, huh? Family?"

"...my dad." Hiccup said, avoiding Jim's eyes as he toyed with the string wrapped around his sleeve. "He kinda...well, he's a really important guy, back home." he said, struggling for words. He didn't want to tell Jim that he was a Viking, much less the son of a chief. After all, this guy was still a stranger.

"Like a mayor or something?" Jim offered when Hiccup paused. Hiccup nodded, not knowing what that was, but just going with it anyway.

"Yeah. People go to him with problems, and he sorts everything out. Well...I'm not..." Hiccup blew at his bangs in frustration. "My real name is Hamish, but everyone calls me Hiccup because I am a hiccup. It's tradition to call the runt of the litter a hiccup."

"So you're a runt." Jim observed. So many people had said it, but Jim lacked the taunting tone Hiccup had heard all his life. He nodded. "You have any sibblings?" He shook his head.

"Just me."

"Well, weren't there others like you? I mean, it's pretty normal, some kids are just weaker than others." Hiccup glared at him.

"Gee, thanks a lot." Jim rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know what you meant. And no, I'm the only one. Hiccup the Useless, the talking fishbone." Hiccup grumbled. Jim cast an inquisitive look at Toothless.

"And where does he fit in?" Hiccup remained silent. He couldn't think of a way to explain the war without telling him too much.

"I kind of...hurt him." Hiccup said slowly, feeling the back of his neck. He nodded at Toothless's tail. "I felt bad about it. I fixed it, but...he can only fly if I help him." Jim looked at the tailfin, setting the book aside and standing up. Wordlessly, he knelt beside Toothless, casting a wary glance at the dragon before examining the tail. Toothless seemed mildly annoyed, but he didn't threaten him. Jim studied the false tailfin, his hands running along the connecting rods, the cable, and finally the pedal.

"You made this?" he asked. Hiccup hung his head to hide the proud smile on his face.

"Yeah."

"Not bad. Does it weigh you down at all?"

"Not usually, no. I want to make the saddle a little lighter, though. I think it would help. You know, increase the speed."

"Fly fast?"

"All the time." Jim looked at him and smirked.

"I've done my fair share of flying. We should race sometime, see who's faster." Hiccup laughed.

"Sure." he grinned, humoring him. How in the world was Jim going to race him? He was about to ask when Toothless nickered at him, as if telling him that the moon was up and he shouldn't be. Hiccup smiled and moved to lay down next to the Night Fury, who curled his tail around his rider.
"So...thanks." Hiccup said after a moment, mentioning the chaos the older boy had rescied him from earlier in the town. "For your help." Jim nodded.
"Anytime, kid." They were both silent after that, and eventually Hiccup fell asleep. Jim looked warily at the dragon, taking comfort in the knowledge that deep in his pack, a laser pistol lay waiting. Soon he dozed off as well.