Hey everyone! *dodges randomly thrown sharp objects* I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Jeeze! I know, it's been FOREVER since my last update. :( I'mma horrible -ter. D: Don't kill me, please.

Anyway, down to business. This work? Not my best. My first ever attempt at writing since my last update....what, three months ago? Yeah. ANYWAYS. It's going to suck. Don't expect much. My muse and writing abilities will come back eventually. :D

Anyways, I ADORE this movie. The relationship between Hiccup and Toothless adds up to that between Sonic and Tails. I love them equally. *huggles both* I decided to start a drabble thing for HTTYD. This is it. I will explore the emotions between both during the most emotional parts in the movie, and also make up my own. This first part is when Toothless saves Hiccup at the end. Remember, this has MAJOR SPOILERS.

Also remember! This is far from my best work. So don't judge too harshly. :3 Next chapter will be better. PROMISEEE

How to Train Your Dragon
The Extent of Loyalty

chapter 1
Protection

The flames that pushed to the skies blocked out the sun, filling the atmosphere with thick smog. The normal blue sky was covered with gray clouds, and the earth below was strangled by the heat and ash trapped inside. A shape zigzagged through the clouds, a blur against the gray, noiselessly shooting through the air. As it rose into the sky, a sudden blast of fire sprouted up from behind it, missing by mere inches. There was a loud roar, and, breaking through the clouds, was an enormous dragon, with ugly stone gray scales and beady black eyes.

A less menacing roar was returned, and a sudden blast of blue lit the air, striking the large dragon, the sonic boom arriving moments later. The dragon roared in pain, its cry echoing in the heavens, and it shuddered in anger, searching, searching.

Deep within the gray clouds, a dark, smaller dragon, zipped to and fro, green eyes narrowed and concentrating on his target. Finding an opening, the dragon screeched loudly, releasing a ball of blue flame that traveled faster that a moving bullet to the much larger dragon, striking once more. The enemy screeched again, and the smaller dragon grinned, flashing a toothless smile.

Upon his back a human sat, pressed firmly against the back of his dragon, his feet resting in stirrups at the sides of the sleek dragon. His brown hair ruffled in the breeze, his dark green eyes focused, determined. The dragon beneath him pressed against the air with it's wings, zipping once more away from the watching eyes of their enemy.

Only weeks earlier, this type of human/dragon communication would've been unheard of. Weeks earlier, the boy on the back of the dragon was a lost soul, searching for his direction in the world. Weeks earlier, the dragon carrying the boy was the most feared dragon in the world, a dragon that answered to no one but itself.

But, today, the rules had been broken. They were a team, and each needed the other.

"Toothless, watch for another opening," the boy whispered to the dragon, whose eyes narrowed further, growling a consent. They moved through the clouds before they found another clear shot, and the dragon, Toothless, attacked once more.

This final shot of blue flame sent the enormous dragon over the edge. Enraged, it roared, spraying fire into the air around it. Unprepared for the sudden flames, the smaller dragon had to act quick. Screeching, it shot forward, zipping by the flames and just barely brushing by the large dragon. The huge dragon roared again, this time giving chase.

For awhile, it was a game of cat and mouse. Toothless zigzagged through the air, his prosthetic tail-fin clicking rapidly as the human on his back switched according to the direction they traveled. The larger dragon was shooting streams of flame, and the human/dragon duo barely escape the torrents of flame. Toothless was leading them from danger, his own mind reeling on a way to escape, to save the young charge on his back and himself.

He suddenly had an idea, and with a screech, he glanced over his shoulder, watching for the perfect moment, his wings flapping madly.

The larger dragon roaring, opening it's mouth widely to charge another shot of flame. Toothless took it as the perfect moment to attack.

Screeching loudly, Toothless shot his blue fire into the large dragon's mouth, striking directly into it's throat.

There was a terrible scream from the huge dragon, it's wings suddenly giving way. Flames flew from it's mouth, but Toothless avoided them. He gave a shout of victory, pumping his wings to fly back into the air, the human on his back cheering. They had done it. It was over.

But their celebration was short lived, as, when Toothless zipped away from the flames, the embers had touched the dragon's fake tail-fin, and it burst into flames.

Toothless could feel the flames eat at his prosthetic limb. He screeched in warning to Hiccup, and the human struggled to regain control. They were spinning through the air now, unable to straighten out. Hiccup cried out as they fell, Toothless struggling to regain control with his wings.

From the smoke below them, a jagged rock appeared, as if from no where. Hiccup cried out in warning, but, even if it had been in time, Toothless was helpless to avoid the rock, and they struck the sharp rock, the pain shooting through Toothless' spine upon contact. He screeched, struggling to twisted around, to fly again.

The force of the blow was enough to knock the sense of direction from Toothless. But it wasn't the lost sense of direction that frightened him the most, nor the fact he was now plummeting to the ground.

When they struck, he heard the leather of the saddle rip, a stomach curdling sound, filling Toothless with a sense of panic. He was watching the form of his unconscious rider fall below him toward the flames that engulfed the island below.

No! Toothless screamed in his mind, a loud, wordless screech filling the air around him. No! Not my Hiccup! No!

His young charge was twisting through the air, plummeting toward his death, The flames were suddenly very hot, even to Toothless, and a sense of desperate need filled him. His human was going to die! He had to save Hiccup. Whatever he did, the boy had to live.

With a roar, Toothless dived, his body still spinning. He opened his wings, desperate to reach his falling charge before the flames could engulf him. But without his prosthetic tail-fin, he could not straighten himself out. Instead, he pushed himself toward the ground, the effort of it nearly tearing the membrane of his wings apart. The flames were dangerously close, and Toothless gave a last push of his wings, reaching out with his claws to Hiccup. His sharp talons gripped the boy, and the flames were suddenly surrounding them.

Toothless knew his young human could not survive the heat of the flames. The fire crackled, rising hungrily toward the flesh of the human. Despite the fear of striking the ground, Toothless folded his wings, wrapping them around the human, basically curling himself into a ball to protect the fragile human in the grips of his tight claws. The ground rose closer and closer to meet them, and Toothless slammed against the ground hard, screeching in pain.

Hiccup, he thought, tightening his wings. Hiccup, I am here. I have protected you...just as you protected me.

The force of his landing left Toothless fighting for conscious, his mind drifting between memories and reality. His mind moved from hunting before his injury, and flying with Hiccup along the shores of Berk. For a moment, he pictured they were back home, flying high above the island, the sun setting and bruising the sky an angry purple. He suddenly longed for the feel of wind beneath his wings, to feel his human's heart beat against his back.

But, for now, Toothless could only concentrate on remaining conscious, listening as the flames crackled and died around them. He clutched Hiccup against his chest, not feeling the boy move, and in the mist of his clouded mind, Toothless felt the sharp claws of panic rake through his heart. What is he failed? What if his human was dead?

The Night Fury wondered how it had come to this. How had one human been able to change him, to force him to trust? Had it been when Hiccup refused to kill him, instead releasing him, even if it had meant his own death? Had it been when the human had generously fed him when he was unable to feed himself? Perhaps when the human righted his wrong, and created a tail-fin so he could fly among the skies once more?

Whatever the cause, Toothless knew the bond created between him and his human could not be broken. It was one of pure trust and loyalty. And even if the dragon died here today, giving his life to protect the human he so cared for, he would not have it any other way.

A steady rain began to fall, and, opening his eyes, Toothless watched as the flames began to shrink, slowly dying to mere embers. How long had it been since they landed? Despite the dying flames, Toothless didn't dare to release his charge, simply groaning in sorrow as he tightened his hold.

"Hiccup!"

The shout traveled on the wind, and Toothless lifted his ear, hearing the cry. Not daring to move, he simply roared weakly, sadly, signaling where he and Hiccup lay. I'm here, he thought. We're here.

In the dense smoke, Toothless watched as the large human appeared, the one who had caused this in the first place. A angry growl rose to the dragon's throat, but he swallowed it. The human had saved him; had this righted his wrong? Perhaps.

But if Hiccup were to never wake, Toothless would hold this...this Stoick personally responsible.

The viking approached slowly, his eyes wide and filled with horror. The dragon groaned, blinking slowly. Good. He knows his mistake. Foolish human. As the viking neared, Toothless instinctively tightened his wings, growling weakly. Stay away. Stay away. The viking stopped in his steps, his eyes still wide and scared. The dragon's pupils narrowed. Only I can protect him. Only me.

"Dragon..." the viking suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and soft. "Dragon...Toothless...my son...Hiccup..." His voice broke then, and the dragon's pupils widened. A sudden mournful cry rose in the dragon's throat, escaping as a moan. My human...my Hiccup...

Slowly, ever so slowly, Toothless, using the last bit of his strength, spread his wings. There, in his claws was Hiccup, clutched desperately into the dragon's chest. The large viking gasped, a weak noise, and rushed to grab the young boy from the dragon's talon. Feeling his human taken from him, Toothless gave a mournful cry, watching his father pick up the young human effortlessly. The dragon's sharp eyes took in the injures of his human, his eyes falling finally on the crushed, charred left foot.

My human, the dragon thought, sadly. Now, we are truly the same.

The darkness surrounded the dragon, and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

end of chapter