God, I think I hate this one. But I said everything on my Profile, and everything you will get. An unfinished story that has the same situation is the inspiration, but I can't find it or recall it off the top of my head. In her version, he speaks english, in mine he can't unless he learns. Also Toothless isn't there. Yet, or never, I'm not sure. But he isn't in this scene.

Hiccup was running home in the woods, trying to get out of the sudden hail. He was no stranger to sudden storms, but normally everyone knew about them and reminded everyone else that it looked like it would storm that day! But, nope, no one saw this one coming and so he had ambled his way on out into the woods with Toothless after the morning dragon academy session. Other than that he had a free day for the first time in a while and had expressed his want to the gang that he wanted to chill with Toothless. They had gone out to the cove and lazed around in the little bit of sunlight present, after the two friends had bruised enough spots on Hiccup to say he had gotten into some of the rare blackberries from Johan's ship by playing on the ice, of course.

Now, though, the storm had beared down on them hard and they were struggling to get home on foot. Hiccup and Toothless trudged out of the woods, up the hill his house sat on, and could barely snag the door back into its closed position.

Hiccup's dad greeted him, "Son, I was getting ready to go and look for you both." Hiccup saw the extra furs on his father and the small supply bag on the table, his father had been close to getting lost looking for him out there.

"I appreciate it, Dad," he returned, "but, by yourself?"

"I was going to stop by Gober's."

"Ah; that's a bit better then."

"Of course, Hiccup! I would want you found."

"Again: Thanks, Dad."

"You have only said that once, son. You said 'appreciated' the other time."

"Oh, so you were listening?"

"Of course!"

"Of course." Hiccup sighed and shivered, "It's warmer in the loft so I'm going up."

"Okay, son, please don't somehow get sick."

"I'm not promising anything to that statement."

All Hiccup heard in reply to that smart remark was a sigh before he heard his father but something over the fire. After a peak down, he made a note to look for the smell of stew-stew Hiccup had actually made earlier today, there was enough for the both of them to have another meal out of it-so his father wouldn't burn it. Again.

The storm picked up suddenly outside, but no one commented on it until Hiccup's skydoor for him and Toothless decided it couldn't handle the wind pressure from the storm and flew open, the wind hitting him harshly from where he had been standing by his desk. Hiccup tried closing it, but it knocked into him like Toothless accidentally does sometimes. He fell down hard, and he had no clue he wouldn't know anymore of Berk for a while later.

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When Hiccup woke, he found himself on the ground in some tall, coarse grass. As he stirred to get up and move, he heard a sort of grinding, gravel-shifting noise. He looked up, and the first thing he saw was shortly trimmed grass not a half foot away from his prone form. Looking further he saw some strange...airborne metal platform with the middle colored black with a tightly straining, black also, fabric net stretched in the space above ground. There was an additional net surrounding the area above the other net but this one had slightly larger holes. Next was a very large, very intricate, and very abnormal hut.

Hiccup, suddenly realizing this is not Berk, went on high alert; looking for the possibly dangerous object that made the gravel-grinding sound earlier. A white metallic thing on wheels came to a slow stop by a tree, but no one was by it to move it. After noticing some movement inside it, it opened up and a girl climbed out.

She was thicker than the teens in his own group, but he had seen plenty of women as thick or bigger than her by miles before, so he was not phased by that or her color of hair or the style the hair was in. What he was perturbed by was the clothing. He had never seen such markings on a tunic before, besides which, by the way the fabric fluttered in the light breeze, it was a much thinner material than he had ever encountered before.

The woman swayed a bit and almost tripped before steadying herself and opening another section of the white metal machine-it had to be a machine, the low humming he didn't realize he had been hearing at first is gone now-to grab a heavy looking sack that she put the straps around her shoulders so it would lie against her back.

He watched the-she looked younger than he had thought before-girl walk up to a door with an expensive amount of glass in it, pause, and then open it up. She went in and he saw something small darting around her feet, before she reopened the door a bit and instantly turned away to go further in when he heard an explosion of noise in the form of repeated howls come from inside.

The girl didn't seem to pay any mind at first, from what he could see with her silhouette inside, but soon she came back to the door to open it again fully, and stare at something that zipped in front of her to run towards him.

He crouched down even further than his already short lying-on-his-elbows-height to hope the furry animal would shoo on its way. Wondering where Toothless suddenly was, he heard the animal stop just inside the cut grass, yelling at the top of its little lungs that he was lying here.

Hiccup had closed his eyes and laid down entirely when he heard the woman speak in a language he didn't know. When she sounded again she was much closer, and peeking that she had indeed spotted him, got up slowly, wobbling some on his foot and prosthetic.

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When the person got up, my mind blanked of all thought and I stood in a stupor. Was this Hiccup? Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Son of Stoick the Vast: 'Hear His Name and Tremble, Ugh, Ugh,' Pride of Berk, Hope and Heir of Berk, The Dragon Conqueror or Trainer, Head of the Berk Dragon Academy, Apprentice to Gobber the Belch, Slayer of the Red Death, Rider of 'The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself:' aka. The Night Fury Toothless, and ect., himself?

If Kricket hadn't shut up just then, I might have never moved ever again.