... I'm bad at these.
Prologue
Hiccup opened his eyes slightly, taking in the bright ceiling above him. A few dust motes drifted lazily above him, and Hiccup experimentally swiped his hand through the air. The dust flipped and zig-zagged crazily, like Toothless in the morning.
Wait... in the morning. Where was Toothless?
Something heavy landed on Hiccup's chest, knocking the air out of him in one long ooph!
"Toothless! Bud, c'mon!" Hiccup pushed the dragon's tail off of him and sat up in his bed. "There has to be more effective ways to wake me up!"
Toothless just chortled happily, bounding out the open door and around the corner.
Hiccup sighed, pulling himself out of bed and walking to his dresser. Not wanting to be late for whatever Toothless was so exited about, he quickly dressed and walked out the door.
Or, at least tried to.
When he attempted to cross the threshold, he ran into something and was bounced back onto the floor. Dazed, Hiccup rubbed his forehead. It was trobbing slightly now, but not enough to be anything serious.
"Are you okay?!" A frantic voice asked. Hiccup's eyes flashed open as he scanned his room, which was now completely dark for what seemed like miles in every direction.
"Oh my gosh, I really didn't mean to have you hit your head that hard!" The voice said again.
"That hard?" Hiccup replied sharply. "Was I supposed to knock myself out?"
"No... sorry." The voice sounded sheepish now.
A pair of bright green eyes peered through the shadows at Hiccup. They narrowed and closed, as if Hiccup wasn't supposed to see them.
Hiccup stood and carefully walked over to the area in where the eyes were. "Hello?"
All he hear was the faint whoosh of air and the opening of dragon's wings.
"Who are you?!" Hiccup called, fear edging its way into the twenty-year-old's voice.
A relieved roar answered him right before Toothless smashed Hiccup beneath him, licking his face happily.
"I see someone is already following the script," The voice muttered coldly.
Hiccup, who had escaped Toothless' grip, asked warily, "And what does that mean?"
"That there's nothing you can do about it!" The voice shouted.
Taken aback by the harshness of the Voice's words, Hiccup pushed himself back into Toothless, who wrapped his tail protectively around his rider.
The two heard someone sigh. "I'm sorry. It's just... I wish I could change some things about your future."
The startling green eyes reappeared, followed by a lean female body. "My name's Viola."
Hiccup warily watched the figure circle Toothless, even though Toothless now seemed to think there wasn't any danger. "Viola?"
"I know, I know, sucky name. Of all the names in the world, I get to be named after a musical intrument. Ugh." She finished her round and plopped down in front of Hiccup. "At least the intrument is pretty and sounds nice. I play a viola."
"A... musical instrument?" Hiccup asked quietly.
Viola groaned and flopped onto her back. "This is not what I need to talk about here."
"Well," Hiccup drummed his fingers on the ground. "What do you need to talk about?"
The girl sat back up and watched Hiccup intently as if waiting for something. An awkward silence drawled on until Hiccup broke it.
"What?"
Viola shrugged. "I'm waiting for questions."
Hiccup nodded instinctivly, not knowing what she meant.
"It seems that you don't have any," Viola sounded displeased. "Let's begin."
