Heya guys, Kenya here! I know it's been a while since I had written something, but, like many of you, life has reared its ugly face and has been a bit of a problem to me recently. But luckily, after seeing new and older Hiccup Haddock for the new How to train your dragon movie trailer, I immediately started getting ideas. After at least three different brainstorms, I finally decided to settle on this one. I hope that this makes sense to you guys and that you all like it. Please review (please do), give helpful criticism if necessary, no flames or spams, and enjoy the reading.

Chapter 1: Dreams and Reality

Hallkell Smidrson Viking Museum, Outside of Washington DC, Middle of May, 2013

They say that the smallest action could have the biggest impact.

Well, the same could be said for the newest Viking Museum. Created and Donated by well-known archeologist and Viking historian Hallkell Smidrson, this grand tribute to the Vikings was the greatest hit to those who appreciate the adventurous explorers. Apparently, this particular museum features early age Vikings in a land called Berk, or so the guidebook I was holding said.

My warm amber colored eyes scanned over the page in the book I was holding with my bisque skin coated, thin hands. Suddenly, a thick black hair strand moved in front of my face. I pushed it aside as my fishtail side braid was starting to come apart. The white headband I had in my hair didn't really help my semi short bangs stay in place either. It was also then that I noticed the sweat on my forehead. Guess my dark blue school blazer and skirt didn't really help in staying cool, nor did my black sport shorts under my skirt, knee high stockings and leather school shoes. All I did was sigh and wiped my forehead with my sleeve, once again messing my bangs up, but I chose to ignore it.

I was looking up the next section when, "Hey, out of the way, bookworm. Why don't you get a life and get out of here? You don't belong here anyway" said a sixteen year old jersey accented voice behind me. I turned to see her, Autumn Maxillus, the school's teen queen. Snob is not even enough to describe her, as she was practically the school's ultimate princess. Perfect red brunette hair up in a half bun, glowing tan skin, diamond blue eyes shining in the sun, all with a big city attitude covering her like a bad rash.

Being a year older than her, one would think that I wouldn't take insults like that, but I did. I was a fragile soul that couldn't stand up for myself and had criticized myself to a time when I thought I would commit suicide. But slowly and surely, thanks to few friends and a little from family, I started accepting myself, though still critical, and became a little witty. Since the end of the school year was coming, I figured I might as well close it off with a bang, if I could without overdoing it that is. So I decided to go with plan A.

I closed my guidebook, looked at her with a bored expression and replied sarcastically, "Like you do? If I didn't know any better, weren't you the one who transferred here while I have been here for almost all my life? Hate to say it, but it looks like you need to see where you belong" I finished as I turned to head to the doors of the museum, leaving a shocked Autumn in the front lawn of the grand building, a smirk gracing my heart shaped jawline.

The reason why I was here was for a school field trip for those who had perfect attendance at Gerroff Public High School. It was a small school with only about 400 kids, compared to those who had at least 2000 within the area. Normally the reward would be to head to the DC Newseum and see the biggest events that change the course of history. But apparently when this new museum was discovered by our principal, he figured that we should learn about our school's mascot, The Vikings. So here we are, half of the 150 students that could go on the first day of two trips.

The museum was an amazing three stories full of items from the island system, each floor stating three different sections. The first floor housed places that were called Wreckers Reef, The Great West Ocean, and Black Heart Bay. The second contained Lava-lout Island, Unlandable Cove, and Badmist Mountain. Finally the third floor was showing Wild Dragon Cliff, The Woods that Howled and the Village of Berk. All of the walls were covered with artisan images of what the Vikings could have looked like and old relics containing pictures and designs of many types of dragons. But at the center of each hallway, lies old skeletons of what would be thought of as myth: the decayed bodies of real life Dragons!

Yep, apparently dragons did exist, we were just looking at the wrong timeline. The sizes of the dragons were just as we had predicted too, larger than life and dangerously armored. Some had large wingspans and some didn't, but those who didn't definitely made up for it in size. They were definitely the star attractions as all the students started moving from one dragon skeleton to the other like kids in a candy store. On the information tablet, an artisan design was right next to the information, showing what the dragons could have possibly looked like. And from the pictures, the museum collaborators came up with some interesting names for the dragons. One that had the hottest fire and a spiked tail, according to old scrolls, was named a Spikeflame, ironically. Another that had two heads was named the Dual Gasfreak. Then there was the Sonictooth, a dragon with small limbs and a large body but with a mouth big enough to swallow a car whole. Oh there were many of these amazing creatures with the stupidest names I had ever heard, but there was one particular dragon that I wanted to see. The one known as "The Guardian"

This particular dragon was located at the Berk Village area of the museum where a highly respected Viking chief was buried with this beloved beast. Said to be the most dangerous dragon of all, it was only a miracle that this enemy was tamed, if not any of them. But for one Viking, the one known as "The Dragon King" in this time, he was able to make friends with the destroying beast and learn about their kind. Because of his curiosity and strong sense of compassion, he changed everything that happened on this Island for the better. It seemed to make sense when this king died to be buried next to his closest friend and beloved partner, who ended up dying around the same time as the Dragon King. How they both died was a real mystery, but evidence in some areas of the bodies show that the two of them were possibly killed in battle or the two of them died from their injuries after a battle. But the discovery of the two of them buried together was a sight to behold as it displayed the true bond of man and beast.

I made my way to the elevator that would take me up to the third floor and slipped away while the others fangasmed over the other dragon skeletons. Once at the top, I exited and made my way past the other visitors to the Berk Village, where the life changing pair lay sleeping in a large thickly glassed display case. Stationed on a panel that was just above the case was another artisan's drawing, only this one of the Dragon King and Guardian, if they stood side by side. The Viking was thin compared to the other portraits, but he was also toned, lithe, and well over six feet making his appearance seem deceiving. Judging by the hair that was found next to his decayed head, he had thick reddish-brown hair that seemed to have been braided into small strands with a rather small beard. The artisans made his skin appear to be latte colored with bright blue eyes that would make tanzanite seem dull. The dragon seemed to be colored ash grey with black splotches, as one of the delicate scales on the corpse had an obsidian sheen to it. The beast's eyes were colored a bright fire orange with dog like pupils. Both man and beast seemed to make a grand team, I sighed at the thought of meeting such a person. One whose small act of kindness set off a chain reaction of a change in hearts of many. I leaned on the gated area, held my tilted face with one hand and looked at the painting again, staring at the Dragon King's eyes.

I gave another sigh, "How I wish that I could meet someone like you or even be someone like you. But all I am is a self-criticizing nobody who only so few care about. Who could possibly be interested in me? As you Vikings would say, I'm nothing but a runt. I'm a hiccup" I said, looking first at the painting, then at the bodies, only to find them not there.

I looked behind me in panic to see if someone had slipped the bodies out from under my nose, when I realized that I was the only one up here. 'That's weird. Weren't there more people here?' I was about to move to the elevator when I heard a strange growling sound from behind the painting. I followed the sound, only to see a large shadow figure by the door that lead to the storage and laboratory. The creature had the same colored eyes as the dragon in the picture, but it had the structure of a man. I froze in fear, but the shadow motioned with its head for me to follow and dashed off towards the back. I hesitated, looked back at the elevator then back to the door. I clenched my fist and scrunched my face, knowing this was a bad idea, but went through the door after the shadow anyway. What I didn't notice was the fact that my name tag decliped itself off of my carrier bag as I gave chase.

It was a simple name tag that I colored with multiple markers to make it interesting, but none that were too dark to cover the words 'hello my name is' and the name that was spelled cursively in crimson red ink 'Lorena Fett'.

I quickly followed the shadow down the halls as I realized that there were no cameras, no guards, no people at all. 'How am I the only one down here, surely there's more?' I thought to myself as I ran faster to catch up with the moving shadow. By the time I did, the power went out and I had no idea where I was. I turned to see if I could run back, but a roar stopped me. I followed the sound until I found light, which came from the entrance of a hollow cave. Wait, cave? How can that be? I placed the thoughts aside and moved to find the source of the sound. Once outside, I found that I was in a cove of somesort. It was a large circle shape with walls at least three stories high. At the center of it all was a lake where I saw movement. Turning around, I tried to make my way inside the cave, only to realize the entrance is gone! I looked everywhere for another entrance, but only found myself looking at a large rock wall. Suddenly I heard a noise and quickly hid behind a nearby rock to keep out of sight of the figure that stood before me.

It was a young male, possibly in his late teens, if not a year or two older than me. His peach skin and dark brown hair was soaked as his bare chest was covered with a light amount of hair. Nearby was a small pile of clothes, possibly those that covered his upper torso. Boy was I glad that he had his dark brown leather pants on, because I would have had blown my cover if he didn't. But one thing that surprised me was the fact that his left foot was replaced by a metal substitute. He seemed familiar but I couldn't place my finger on how. The young man started to look around as if he was missing something, but then he found it, and it appeared to be in my direction.

I started to think that he spotted me, but I froze when I realized that he was looking behind me. I slowly followed the man's gaze to see possibly the most frightening scene in my life. A large black dragon was looking down on me with slit eyes and an open mouth, two full rows of sharp teeth baring right at me. I could tell that either this dragon wanted to kill me, have me for lunch, or, I then thought, both. Slowly like a starfish, I moved my body away from the beast, only for him to move his tail like a cat waiting to…pounce! I took off running, screaming as I did, as the beast chased after me like a cheetah to an antelope. I felt the breath literally leaving my body as I ran around the cove, only to trip on an uprooted tree root and get my leg caught. The grand beast was right on top of me with a claw on my back, breathing down on me like a predator to prey. I was bracing for the dragon to kill me when a voice called out.

"TOOTHLESS! NO! STOP!"

It was a male voice filled with fear, worry, anger and pride. I felt the claw being removed from my back and felt the dragon back a good five feet away. It was then that I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry about Toothless. He can be protective" the male voice said again, only this time it was soft and gentle, like water running down a pebble riverbed. I slowly looked up at the source and saw the same man as before, only this time, I first saw his eyes. Bright and welcoming, shining brighter than Peridots in sunlight, I felt as if they were staring into my soul and farther beyond. I was about to speak when no sound came out.

I tried speaking once more, but again nothing. I grabbed my throat and tried to massage it, but it didn't work. The dragon must have scared me into a state of shock, making me lose my voice.

"What's wrong?" the young man asked.

I looked around before I saw a stick nearby. I turned to the man and gave him a motion that meant to hold on. Grabbing the branch, I started writing in the dirt.

Apparently, your dragon has scared me to the point where I can't even speak. I am sure that I will gain my voice again soon, but until then I will have to write my words down. Anywho, my name is Lorena. Lorena Fett. I may seem strange because I am actually from the distant future brought here by a strange dragon-man-shadow-creature. I don't know how I got here and I don't know how I am gonna get back home. Anyway, who are you? And why is your dragon called Toothless?

The man looked at the writing in the ground, went wide-eyed as he saw the fact that I'm from another time, and then looked at me.

"You're from the distant future? Like how far into it?" he asked.

I wrote in the ground and I could have sworn that he almost fell over as he sputtered the date, "2-2-2-2-2013?! But this is the year 333! How could that be possible?"

I shook my head and only wrote,

It was that shadow dragon-human hybrid that lead me to this place. He almost looked like a devil now that I think about it.

The young man thought about it for a minute, but pushed it aside as he turned to me, "Well, I guess you deserve a proper introduction. My name is Hiccup. I'm the chief's son, next heir, lead dragon trainer, and top scouter for the Island of Berk. And to answer your question from earlier, my dragon is called toothless because he has retractable teeth and shows them when he or I am threatened" he then turned to the dragon and replied loudly, "or mistakes someone for being a threat"

Toothless in return grumbled in apology and slowly came behind Hiccup. I started to back off, but the black dragon looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen. I couldn't help but smile sweetly at the beast and held out my hand, waiting to see what he would do. I was surprised when he placed his nose up against my palm and purred in happiness. His eyes opened and he tilted his head with his face still up against my hand.

Hiccup chuckled at the sight, "Looks like someone made a new friend. See he's not so bad is he?"

I shook my head with a smile on my face and looked back at the dragon, only to see him back off and look at me. I followed his eyes and realized that he was studying me, possibly to remember who I am. But then Toothless started walking around me, like he was inspecting me or something making me feel a little uneasy. He then came up and started smelling me, possibly smelling my eucalyptus body spray, and purred in content. The black dragon nodded his head and went to sit beside Hiccup.

"I guess that means he really likes you and accepts you. I honestly never seen him do that with anyone" Hiccup said.

Just then the dragon rider was pushed roughly into me and both of us fell to the earth. I opened my eyes to see Hiccup laying right on top of me in a VERY awkward position that made both of us blush as red as roses. Suddenly a voice called out from out of the blue.

"Woohoo! Hiccup! Didn't think that your dragon would play matchmaker!" called the voice, sounding like a gruff male's.

"Yeah, I gotta say. Your dragon picks up girls better than Snotlout!" shouted another voice, a female one. The two voices chuckled like trolls enjoying campfire tales.

The two of us turned our heads to see two twin brother-sister Vikings on the back of what looked like a live version of the Dual Gasfreak dragon. Hiccup then stuttered and scrambled to get off me while I moved back, pulling my skirt down over my knees.

"No-no-no-no-no, it's not what you guys think- I mean- it's not-Toothless why?!" Hiccup groaned on that last part. The black dragon just gave the rider a gummy smile, making me understand why he got his name, and just gave a huffy laugh. The twin Vikings just dismounted their dragon and walked over to us.

"So, who's the girl? She's definitely not from here because of the clothes" Said the female Viking.

"Well yeah, no duh" said the male as he punched his counterpart and the two started banging their heads against one another.

I looked at Hiccup with an expression that asked, 'do they always do this?' and he nodded in return.

"Ruff, Tuff" Hiccup said, making the twins stop their shenanigans, "This is Lorena. Apparently Toothless scared her to the point where she can't even talk. And, you may not believe this, but she apparently is from the year 2013"

Both twins looked at Hiccup and then to me with shocked expressions. I nodded, stating the truth and all they said was, "WHAT THE HELL?!"

Suddenly a loud dark growl that made all of us stand on end was heard. Toothless and the Gasfreak went straight into protective mode and surrounded all four of us. I instantly recognized the growl and grabbed Hiccup's shoulder to gain his attention and I used the stick to point at 'human-dragon-shadow-creature'.

He caught on and asked, "That's what brought you here?"

"Whoa, wait" Tuffnut stopped and turned to me, "That growl was the source of the being that brought you here? I'd say that sounded like a ticked off Fenrir to me. You must have said something to tick him off"

"No, you idiot, she can't talk. She couldn't have said something. I'll be he was just looking for victims" Ruffnut said to her brother.

"Guys, Fenrir can't travel through time. So it must have been something else that brought her here. But for now I saw we get out of here and get back to the village. I have a feeling that the reason you guys came was because my dad needs me, again?" Hiccup asked.

The twin nodded and mounted their dragon. Hiccup then mounted Toothless and lended his hand to me.

"Don't worry, I won't allow Toothless, any of the dragons, or any of the Vikings hurt you. I promise" Hiccup reassured me.

I hesitated at first, but then grabbed Hiccup's hand, knowing that this may be the only way to try and get back home as the last entrance closed on me. I made myself comfortable, thanking myself for wearing sport shorts, and grabbed onto Toothless's saddle. The two of us flew off after the twins, leaving the cove behind.

Whelp, that's the end of the first chapter. Tell me what you guys think and I will try to have the next chapter up soon. Can't say how soon, but I will do my best to get it up when I can. Byes for now!