Who else her loves Flo, the Progressive lady? Okay, that was really off topic. So, this is just a random drabble that I feel like writing, 'cause I'm a ninja! Here goes!

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Hiccup caressed the stone. Why was he even out there? It was far past midnight, and he could barely see two feet in front of himself. He sighed. He should be at home. Everyone else was at home.

"Why'd you have to go?" he asked, as if he would get an answer. He knew he wouldn't. Everyone knew that dead people couldn't talk, no matter how many times their sons had prayed that they would, so they could just say goodbye.

With his other hand, he felt around the ground beside him. The palm of his hand gently rubbed on some wildflowers.

Without a sound, he picked the bunch, and began to weave them together into a crown. His hands moved quickly. The motion helped him forget where he was.

"Well, they've got me teaching the little kids," he informed the grave, "which sucks. Well," he corrected himself, "not really sucks. I just worry that one of them's gonna get hurt. You know how that goes."

He laughed to himself.

"Little kids, big dragons. Scary combination."

"Toothless is helping too, which is awesome."

Hiccup drummed his fingers on his knees, which where pulled up to his chest. It was very cold that night, as if the Earth wanted to set a sad mood.

"Shame you never got to meet him. He's the best friend I've ever had. You'd like him, I can almost bet."

The only sound was the wind.

"Alrighty then," he said.

Putting one hand on top of the stone, he pulled himself up from his spot on the ground.

"Gah, my leg's killin' me.." he mumbled.

"Yeah, you wouldda killed Dad for that one..."

He looked down at his false leg.

"Not as bad as you would think, though," he assured, coming around to the front side of the grave, "If the ground wheren't so slick, it would be great."

Hiccup looked up. Snowflakes brushed his face.

"Great. See what I'm takin' about? I'm gonna have a time trying to get back to the village..."

There was a rustling in the brush beside him.

"Did you hear that?"

Reality check.

"Oh, well. You probably didn't then, did you?"

Out of no where, a bolt of blue flames shot past Hiccup, and the grave.

"Who's there? I swear, if you mess with this grave-"

"Merp?"

Toothless brushed against the frightened boy.

"Suffering Scallops Toothless! Don't you ever do that again out here!"

Toothless purred something that sounded like an apology.

"Yeah, we should head back. Here, you wanna meet someone?"

Toothless nodded.

"This is, uh, Mom, meet Toothless. Toothless, Mom."

The Night Fury gave a puzzled look.

"Never mind. Let's go home, bud."

Hiccup put his hand on the dragon's head, and prepared to venture back to the village.

"Bye Mom," he said, as Toothless pulled him away.

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OMG! I'm sorry that was so sad! I had a picture drawn out, and I was gonna make this the story to go with it, but, teardrop! I'm sorry! Erm... yeah. Sadness... Hiccup sleep walked out there, I figure. He woke up, and realized where he was, so he decided to stay for a while. Please Review, and feel free to check out any of my other stories! Thanks guys!- LightIsTheKey14