A/N: I have been seeing all the HTTYD fictions and since I loved the movie, and haven't done a new story in, well...forever...I decided to make a comeback. So, take it, Toothless!

Toothless: (in dragon speak) Genesis 48 does not own HTTYD. If he did, he would make sure I had a girlfriend in the movie, too!

The sun slowly peeped over the Eastern Cliffs of the Isle of Berk. It had been about a month since Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III had become the very thing every Viking on Berk had doubted he would ever be: a hero. Hiccup had taken a huge risk and instead of killing a downed Night Fury dragon, he set it free, befriended it, trained it, and named his new best buddy Toothless. Together, dragon and tamer showed everyone that dragons and Vikings could become powerful allies. Even though it took a lot of time and convincing, not to mention a duel to the death with the evil queen dragon, the Red Death, and Hiccup losing his left foot, everyone had grown fond of the scaly, winged reptilians.

Hiccup was already up and about before sunrise. Because everyone was now befriending dragons, it became Hiccup's task to properly train the individuals of dragon taming, since he had the most experience. But Hiccup was still Gobber's apprentice at the blacksmith shop, which meant he had to get a jump on work before dragon training began in mid-morning. Usually, Toothless was there to assist his master when Hiccup needed help, but lately the Night Fury had been gone most mornings. Hiccup knew his best friend was roaming the island on foot, looking for a mate. Toothless had noticed how Hiccup and Astrid were interacting: they were slowly becoming closer and closer. Toothless wanted that same kind of love from one of his own kind.

Hiccup hoped Toothless would not be too determined in his quest for love. Night Furies were the rarest species of dragons. For Hiccup to find Toothless was probably just short of a miracle. To find another Night Fury and a female at that, Hiccup would need a golden horseshoe ironed to his shield.

By mid-morning, Hiccup had left Gobber's shop and prepared to get to his dragon training class. Toothless always was ready at the fighting ring, waiting for his master. But when Hiccup arrived, his buddy was nowhere to be seen. Not only that, but his circle of Viking friends weren't there either. Hiccup walked over to the dragon's stables, where he saw a very strange predicament.

All the dragons that Hiccup's friends had befriended were acting very erratically. Ruffnut and Tuffnut's Hideous Zippleback was nervously chattering its teeth. Snotlout's Monstrous Nightmare was constantly setting itself on fire over and over, preventing it's trainer from getting on. Fishlegs' Gronkle was refusing to step outside, hiding itself behind Fishlegs' girthy frame. And Astrid was struggling to get her Deadly Nadder over to the dueling ring. As she pulled on her dragon's reins again, the Nadder suddenly lurched back, pulling Astrid to the dirt. Hiccup rushed over to help his girlfriend up.

"Astrid, what's going on here," he asked.

"Something weird, for sure," Astrid replied, casting a frustrated scowl toward her dragon. "All the dragons are acting strange and nothing we do can get them to stop. I've been struggling with Thorn all morning."

"Yeah, I recall Gobber mumbling how Terry was behaving when he came in to the shop earlier," Hiccup said, referring to his friend's Terrible Terror. "In fact, have any of you seen Toothless this morning? He wasn't at the dueling ring on time."

Snotlout shrugged his shoulders, the twins and Fishlegs followed suit. Astrid then piped up, "I caught a glimpse of him this earlier; he was heading for the west side of the island." Hiccup nodded, and added, "I'm gonna find him. Maybe I can figure out why all the dragons are acting so squirrely, too."

After tracking through the forest and picking up Toothless' footprints, Hiccup made it to the west shoreline. And sure enough, there was Toothless, sitting on his hunched hind legs and tail, gazing out over the ocean. His ears suddenly twitched, and the Night Fury turned his head around to see his master. Hiccup ran over and touched Toothless' right front paw.

"All the other dragons are acting really strange this morning, and you weren't at the training ring in time for class, buddy. What's going on?"

Toothless gazed at Hiccup for a moment, and then jerked his head toward the ocean. Hiccup looked at the ocean too, trying to decipher what his scaly friend was trying to tell him. At first, Hiccup saw nothing but empty waters. But then, Hiccup noticed the tide of the water. Normally, at this time of day, the tide was low, but now it was higher than usual. Also, the water was abnormally calm, as was the wind. Hiccup cast his gaze to the distant horizon. Then his wandering eyes caught a very dark spot over to the southwest. The spot was far off, but it looked very menacing. Hiccup suddenly knew what the spot was. It was something that made even the strongest Vikings' blood run cold. Those foolish or brave enough to sail toward the spots were never seen again.

The dark spot Toothless and Hiccup were looking at was a hurricane.

And it was headed straight for Berk.