As soon as he woke up, Toothless began searching. For the small one, the one who was frail and lonely except when with him. Wide Eyes, Little Freckle, Sprite of Flight-and all the other names Toothless had attributed to the boy. He searched for his human.

Once he rolled to his stomach, it became clear that something was very wrong. His limbs were thin and it was hard to balance, his skin was thinner and more sensitive to the rocks and grass of the ground. He rose his head and found his neck weaker than usual, or perhaps his head was heavier, and his eyes were duller. His vision was perhaps worse than it would have been due to the black fur that hung from the top of his head, just in front of his face.

His ears, too, and his very mind; something was wrong! Instead of hearing the lush wind and breeze and water, the sounds that filled his mind were a string of mumbles. This is-s strange. So... w-weird. It was a sound similar to those Little Freckle made-

The thought yanked him back into focus. His human was still missing. He again grappled with the frustration of trying to push himself to his feet, and saw that his limbs were light and pale. "Hu... wh-hat is..." Just as he got a slight balance, a rude snigger came from behind him.

He swiveled in a desperate effort to keep his stomach protected while looking. However, he suddenly realized that his wings were gone, and that without them he felt exposed. His eyes, nevertheless, found the source of the sound. A human, with a cover of thin animal skin that was adorned with feathers and shiny metals. Her hair was practically white. Unfamiliar, yet her expression suggested that perhaps they knew each other.

"Well, Blackie? Do you like the new ride?" She smiled. "It's strange that your skin isn't dark as well, but I guess your soul really did synchronize with his."

Toothless tried to assess her but his now pathetic eyesight was a terrible judge of her as a threat. At least the muscles in his face weren't different as he shot a vicious glare. He growled.

"Oh use your words, you brute."

Toothless was shocked from this. Not only did he understand what she said, but his mind began immediately putting together the response he was to give her in the same tongue. "Wu... What do you want?"

She beamed, perhaps because of finally hearing his voice. She also seemed to find his question humorous. "I've already got what I want." She stepped to the side, lowering her head and motioning to a small green lump by her feet. Upon closer inspection, it was moving slightly.

Toothless felt a strange tug in his stomach, and he crawled forward without noticing. "Give it to me." It was unexplainable, but he needed whatever it was.

She only smiled, rolling the small thing over with the heel of her boot. It flipped on its back, and Toothless saw it to be a small green dragon. He lurched forward again. "Give!" He shouted, scrambling forward on his clumsy limbs. He was a few feet away from her when his vision was blocked by a huge pelt of dark animal fur.

Then all at once, he was on his back and tears were forced into his eyes as his naked skin was scraped by rocks and pine needles. He gasped in pain, quickly rolling to his stomach by instinct but moaning again from the new sizzle that was born when the scratches hit cold air.

"Cover yourself, beast," she said as he writhed. The blanket of soft black animal skin fell on his bare body. "And don't ever get near my sky again."

Toothless struggled to find his bearings, scratching at the ground and mumbling things to himself. But as he turned to attack again he found there was no one to hate. She was gone, and all that was on the incline of forest was the small green dragon. He practically dove for it, slipping to his elbows more than once trying to get up the small hill. He finally stopped beside it, suddenly wary. What was it, again?

The little dragon was mostly olive green, but little brown speckles spotted his back and mainly his face. He had two sets of horns on either side of his head, the higher one larger than the lower, and two smaller horns were in a line on the top of his head and faced backwards to be the first of a stripe of scaley spine. His tail was about as long as he was; and in truth, the dragon was about as big as a raccoon.

Toothless questioned himself. He wondered why he had so desperately gone to the little creature instead of leaving to find his human, but the little creature shifted. It made tiny growls and purrs of discontent, then rose its head straight to Toothless and opened its eyes.

Again, Toothless found himself irresistibly drawn to the thing and scooped it up in his arms. This time, however, he knew why. This was him... what was the name that they made in their tongue? The sound the Golden Girl that he so adored called him? "Hik... cup." Yes, Hik-cup. The same scent, movements, emerald eyes. Though small and very much a dragon, this was him.

Waking up usually meant another day, but the sun was already going down and everything ached. There were also vivid green eyes staring down at him. How does he know my name? And why is he so huge? Hiccup stretched in the man's grasp, thinking that perhaps this was a giant.

But something else was wrong. "Aaouu..." Hiccup's mouth snapped shut almost as soon as he opened it, the sound coming out of it shocking him to his core. It suddenly struck him that everything was foreign; his mouth, arms, entire body. His ears were especially off. He was aware of birds and could tell there were four of them chirping among themselves. The wind seemed to shove the trees around him much more vigorously and clearly than before, and no longer did he feel compelled to record or make dialogue about it all. In fact, he didn't feel able to do such things.

It disturbed him to no end, and he wriggled around violently to get on his feet. By the time he struggled to his belly, his head was pounding like mad. The touch of this man was sending him into a panic. I need to get away...

The first instinct was to spring away, which he managed to do while disregarding the concerned shout from the man. However, it was only a few yards until he fell on his face. His legs were strange, fighting for dominance with his arms and making him trip. "Ouuuaah!" He let out a frustrated groan as he stared at the ground on his belly. What is going ON?!

Hearing shuffling behind him, he tensed yet again but figured he couldn't flee in his current state. He allowed the hands to wrap around his body again, although they didn't flip him over like he feared. He was simply turned around to look at the man.

Those eyes were so eerily familiar, and Hiccup couldn't help but stay still under their gaze. It was such a nostalgic feeling.

"Hik-cup." The little dragon was startled, since the voice seemed so very familiar even though he'd never heard it before. But those eyes he had definitely seen. Hiccup took a large breath as realization surged through him. Tooth... The man pulled the corners of his mouth to the side, a bit awkwardly, and spoke again. "Yeh, Hik-cup. It's me."

The tiny dragon fainted.