I do not own How to Train Your Dragon 2 or any of the characters. The only things that are mine are the new characters and the plot.
Please ask any questions that arise, and suggestions are welcome!
Chapter 1: Awakening
Far from his home, a boy lay in a sterile white bed. Several wires and needles were attached to him, some disappearing beneath wraps and gauze.
A strange ache ran down the boy's side, causing him to moan in pain. He shifted position slightly, which made the pain worse than it was previously. Slowly, he opened his eyes. A small gasp escaped him, and he ended up doubled over in pain.
"Woah, slow down." An unframiliar voice murmured. "You don't want to re-break those ribs, do you?"
The boy looked around, a wild fear growing in his dulled green eyes. "Where-" he was cut off by another painful intake of air. "Where am I?"
The woman laughed, then stopped herself when she noticed the boys truly confused expression. "You... you aren't kidding, are you?" The woman cleared her throat. "You're in Portland, Maine."
When the boy gave her yet another pained, confused stare, she started to wonder. "You aren't from here, are you? Oh, I guess I should have known, since your story is all over the news..." She faded off with a worried look on her face.
"What do you mean, 'my story'?" The boy asked as more pain filled his voice.
The woman turned and grabbed a small box with lots of buttons on it. "Before I am allowed to show you this, you have to answer a few questions for me, okay?"
The boy nodded, but winced when his movement touched his chest. "A few, but you have to answer mine first." He stared at the woman, who reluctantly nodded. "What are you going to show me, exactly? And will it tell me how I got here?"
The woman laughed a bit. "That was more than one question, son," Her bright blue eyes lit up happily. "But I guess I can try to answer both of them."
"First of all, I am going to show you a news report on the TV. Your story went national in almost a day, which is interesting. The problem with you second question is that no one knows. You ended up here, crashed, with a... a big black monster." She shuddered. "All we know is that you came from the east."
"Big black monster... Toothless!" The boy shouted, an agonized cry following after.
"What? Are you okay?" Then the woman added quietly, "Maybe your ribs aren't the only broken thing..."
The boy ignored the woman's comment, panic rushing into his blood. "I need to find... have to... gotta find Toothless..." he labourously tried to get out of the white bed, ignoring the sharp stabs of pain that were constantly running through his body.
"Calm down! We aren't sure if you're healed enough to stand, let alone go anywhere!" The woman rushed over to the boy and carefully layed him back on the bed. "Besides that, you still have some questions to answer." She sounded slightly calmer now.
"Okay," The woman grabbed a woden board with a clip on it, fastened a few papers, and grabbed a strange version of a charcoal pencil. "First off, I need to know how old you are. Do you remember?"
"Of course I do!" The boy shouted, then winced again. Softly he added, "I'm twenty."
The woman quickly wrote that down, then moved on, "Do you remember anything about where you came from?"
"Berk, I came from an island named Berk." The boy answered hurriedly.
"O..kay then. Do you have a mother and father that you can remember? And if so, what are their names?"
"Stoick and Valka," he anwered hastily. "Can I go now?"
The woman gave him a disappointed look. "No, I'm sorry. Well, other than parents, do you have an other relations?"
The boy was about to answer when the door to the white room opened. A girl clumsily walked in, a tray balanced precariously in her hands. "Mother, I brought-" She noticed the boy sitting in the bed, awake. "Oh, I'm sorry. You weren't expected to wake up for another day or two."
The boy tilted his head curiously, then looked at the tray. "What's that?"
"Food." The girl answered. "I figured that you would be hungry after at least a week without anything to-"
"A week!" The boy exclaimed, then painfully flopped down into the pillows. "Gods, what happened to me?"
"Okay, Tora, you can go now." The woman said, annoyance obvious in her voice. "I think we've stressed our patient out enough."
The girl nodded, then silently set the tray down on a nearby sidetable. "Bye."
The boy watched the girl walk out of the room. He wondered how well she would adapt to the life at Berk, and if he ever got back that maybe he could-
His thoughts were cut off by the woman clearing her throat. "Okay, can we move on now? I'm sorry my daughter intruded, I probably should have told her that you needed privacy."
"No, no, it's fine." The boy assured. "Can we move on now? I really have to go."
The woman nodded. "The last answer I believe I need from you is your name."
The boy stared out of the window, then returned his attention to the woman. "My name is Hiccup."