A/N: Well, I said the first chapter would be up, and here it is. Read on (I've got more to say at the bottom).

Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD, Hiccup, Toothless, or anything related to them. Everything is mine.

"Oh, this is just great!" Michael muttered to himself, kicking a log as he walked past. He was walking in the forest behind his school (and his house, they were back to back) after a long day, and an even longer past couple of minutes. It had started the way it always did. Ral and his friends had approached him after class, asking him casually what he thought about his new hand-held game unit. Michael had, with some thinly veiled insults thrown in, told him exactly what he thought about the unit HE had wanted for his last birthday. That had earned him some verbal abuse, but not much more. It was after he had left the school yard and was hiking through the forest toward his home that they had ambushed him. It took nearly seven minutes for them to finish beating him. After, he waited another three minutes for the pain to subside enough for him to become mobile again, then started walking home.

He was taking a roundabout route home because he wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible. Michael knew what would happen at home, and he really didn't want to go through with that. It would start with his mom, cooking dinner, shaking her head before returning to cooking. His dad would then shout himself hoarse about why his son started fights he couldn't end, and why on Earth his son didn't fight back or take self-defense classes or something. His younger sister would then come and laugh at her "funny colored" brother, before his older sister took him upstairs, iced his bruises, patched his scratches, and left him to brood until dinner.

As he walked through the forest, Michael failed to notice the subtle shift of light, the change in temperature, the sudden dampness in the air, or the large pit that had appeared in front of him. As such, he fell face first down a cliff into a circular ravine (or cove, as he would later come to call it). Luckily, he landed in water. Now he was glad he had invested in a water-proof laptop backpack with built in solar recharger. His school supplies, on the other hand, were not so lucky.

"Ah, that's just freakin' beautiful." He cursed. "Now my homework is ruined, along with my textbooks, notebooks, and just about everything else in my backpack."

A short swim later found him sitting on the shore examining his supplies. He looked at what he had. His lunch (which he hadn't eaten, like usual), his survival kit (always with him at his mother's insistence), his laptop (he never went anywhere without it), a pile of soggy paper (all that remained of his school supplies), and his 50 calibre Magnum with 3 spare clips. The Magnum had been a gift from his uncle, who lived in the the US and was an ex-marine. Lifting the gun, he checked it over before putting a round in the chamber. Satisfied that it was in working condition, he snapped the spare clips to his belt, put the gun in its holster, shouldered his laptop, and headed for a small crack in the cove walls.

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Toothless flared his wings, cupping them to catch the air and slow his descent. He landed, skipping a step to avoid tripping, and then lowered his right shoulder so Hiccup could dismount. The boy slid off the dragon's back and looked around the cove where he and Toothless had first met.

"It feels good to be back here, eh buddy?" He said, looking toward Toothless to see the dragon's response. Instead of paying attention to Hiccup, Toothless was staring at a black lump on the ground surrounded by several smaller lumps of various colors. Hiccup carefully approached the strange object, Toothless following closely and growling the whole way. The boy knelt down to examine the object. It was a pack of some kind, if the various pouches and compartments were anything to go by. The position of the straps made it seem like it was meant to be carried on someone's back. However, it was too small for any Viking Hiccup knew excepts the other teens.

The piles around the pack were paper. Very wet paper. Gently flipping pages, Hiccup tried to make sense of the words that weren't bled out from the soaking. The language was strange. However, he recognized some of the math symbols, like plus or minus. However, there was math that he couldn't begin to understand. The quantity and quality of the paper was incredible. Paper was hard to come by in Berk, which was why Hiccup valued his notebook so much. Whoever left this must have come from a place where paper was as common as alcohol was in a Viking village.

"What'cha thinking, bud?" Hiccup asked the dragon next to him. "Think you can track whoever left this stuff here?"

Toothless grunted and leaned down to smell the collection of paper and the pack. It took several seconds for him to get a good scent (the water had washed a fair bit of it away). Once he had it, he perked up and began making ever widening circles, trying to pickup the scent. It was a human, but he smelled clean... well, cleaner then most Vikings. There was a slightly metallic quality to the scent, mixed with a sulfurous smell. He ignored it. He chirped at Hiccup, signaling the boy that he had the scent.

"Great work Toothless." He said, which earned a purr of satisfaction from the dragon. "Lets go find him."

Toothless unfurled his wings and made the quick jump to the spot where the crack in the cove walls lead to. Hiccup dismounted and the pair began to follow the dragon's sensitive nose.

A/N 2: And? Hate? Like? Want to murder me? See that button? The one that says review? Click it, I love to hear what people have to say. However, flames will be used to roasty marshmallows! Just a note, the gun isn't just for show. It'll get used on someone, and the recipient won't enjoy it *Evil smile*.

A/N 3: Updated - Fixed a few spelling mistakes. Thanks to those who pointed them out.