Further info on this story:

Violence: This is "T," but this is about VIKINGS. They had a rough culture.

There is violence in the later chapters – Hiccup gets knocked around pretty badly. If you've ever read an Eragon book, then I think that's something like what I'm dealing with. Maybe without the most graphic bits of an Eragon book, though. It's a war story, and there's fighting, but I don't think I get TOO detailed.

Romance: I DON'T have any explicit stuff in here, I don't write that and I don't read it, but there is some kissing. Rather on the passionate side, if you leave it up to my imagination…

Over all, I'd rate this something like PG-13. I HOPE you're still reading, that I didn't scare you off! I just felt the need to put that further info up there, for safety's sake.

The chapter lengths will be erratic, some long, some short. This one's really short. I swear the next one's longer.

One last note: I appreciate reviews! Criticism I also appreciate.

And if you are still reading, I thank you profoundly and present the story.

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How to Train Your Dragon 2:

Toothless' Quest for Love, Hiccup's Quest for Peace, and Kenna's Quest for Power

As told by Toothless

Prologue

I tensed. Hiccup's eyelid had just flickered. Maybe it was my imagination, but - no. His eyes opened, displaying the deep green of his irises, and a flame of joy kindled in my heart. The waiting was over.

Waiting is a pain in the tail. We had all discovered that. Every last Viking on the island of Berk knew it too well, after days and days doing nothing but waiting.

Okay, we did a few other things besides wait. We rebuilt most of the village to accommodate dragons. The men built ships and the women wove sails and dyed them with all the colours of the rainbow, in honour of dragons.

The problem is, for most of these jobs, you sort of need hands.

When all you're doing is waiting, all you need is eyes, eyes to watch.

I sat by Hiccup's bed, as I had been doing all week. Guess what I was doing. Waiting.

But no longer! He was awake, awake and alive!

I put my scaly nose on his face, feeling the soft skin, greeting him, welcoming him home, silently rejoicing.

He sat up, and I couldn't contain my excitement anymore. I jumped around the room, revelling in my best friend's awakening.

This joy would never end, I was sure of it. It was too full, too complete, too amazing.

If only I had been right.