Quick one shot from HTTYD, own nothing. Please enjoy :)
The storm was terrible. Incredibly poor flying conditions, yet they had to get home. They had promised the chief that they wouldn't stay out more than two days. And they'd already stayed three. His father would come looking for him soon enough, they couldn't afford that.
The young boy tried his hardest to cling to the saddle, but his efforts were in vein. A sudden burst of wind blew him and the dragon straight down, towards an island conveniently below the two of them. The boy was thrown out of the saddle, landing distant from the dragon. It would be a miracle for either to wake in the next hour, their injuries of the landing quite horrific.
Beyond, the storm only grew stronger. The bleak island which the two landed was creaking, the dead and burnt trees all being ripped from the ground and strewn about the empty land. Rocks sheltered the young boy, successfully preventing debris from falling around him. The dragon was under a sturdy tree, where not even the heaviest of debris would harm him. This dragon was strong.
It was a while before the young boy woke. The storm outside was calmer, leaving a blue sky. The boy groaned. "Dad's going to be so mad at me!" he sighed as he realised it was morning. He'd been asleep for a while, not having realised his injuries from the fall.
Hiccup looked around, surprised to find himself alone in a cave. The rocks were all bleak and lifeless, no animate drawings such as those on Berk. He sighed and stood slowly, realising his injuries from the previous night.
As he stood, he noticed a bruise on his wrist, his arm and cuts all along the other. His clothing was ripped and wholes littered his pants. He could see small scratches and gashes where there were holes, and felt other wounds where his pants weren't. His metal leg was unharmed, only the connecting stump throbbing. Hiccup knew it would be a while before they would heal, so he would do best to not walk too much.
Hiccup looked around, all at once realising he was alone. He'd never thought about it, he'd always had the presence of his best friend around. Toothless... where was he? Hiccup started to get worried. The dragon couldn't fly on his own, what if he'd been blown away in the storm? Hiccup didn't want to believe it would happen. His beloved dragon was tougher than he gave him credit for. He had to believe that at least.
The weather outside chilled, grey clouds filling the sky. The holes in Hiccup's clothes made him shiver. He wished not to be cold, he never felt it when he was flying with his dragon. But now he was. A part of him knew the moment he was reunited with Toothless he would feel warmer, as he always did around the dragon. Toothless would keep Hiccup calm.
Hiccup took a step out of the cave, blasted by a chill wind. He forced himself to leave, regardless of his injuries protesting under the cold. He needed to find his dragon. Once he was with Toothless, it would be alright.
So the boy set out to find his dragon. It would be a while, a couple hours, before he had any sign of success. Meanwhile, the dragon was walking the wrong way, also searching for his best friend. However, he must have sensed he was going the wrong way, for the dragon turned back and stalked a different way to where he began.
The dragon was pining the loss of his best friend. He was a strong dragon, but he belonged with Hiccup. The young boy which seemed so weak, had tamed one of the most fearsome beasts in the known world. Toothless knew he wouldn't be much without the boy. He had to protect him, Hiccup was too weak on his own. He could never live the Viking life, Toothless knew, without the help of someone stronger.
Toothless heard a loud sound which made his ears prick. It was the sound of footfalls, but they weren't close. He called out loudly, making sure that if his rider were near, he would know to stay where he was.
A moment later, the near black but blue dragon heard a happy sound, one of his best friend imitating the night fury call. He ran forwards, towards the direction of the voice.
Hiccup had almost given up hope for the day, scuffling his feet loudly, trying to see if there were any signs of life on this island. However, he found none. A moment after he'd thought this dismal thought, he heard a wondrous sound. The sound of a night fury calling for his rider. Hiccup cupped his hands to his mouth and imitated the sound, letting his best friend know his whereabouts. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was reunited with his best friend.
He waited patiently, tapping his metal foot every now and again, to make sure the dragon knew where the boy was. Hiccup wasn't giving up faith now. He knew he hadn't imagined the call. He couldn't have.
Surely, the wait paid off. Hiccup saw a large black beast in the shallow distance, coming ever closer. He grinned to himself as he watched the black creature bound towards him, also having spotted the boy.
Hiccup met the dragon half way, getting knocked off his feet as the dragon tackled him to the ground, licking his face with happiness. Hiccup laughed, happier than he'd been in a while, instantly feeling warm as he knew he would. His best friend was back. That was better than he could wish for.
Toothless let Hiccup sit up, curling his black body around the boy, his head resting in his lap. Hiccup smiled and gave the dragon a hug around the neck, twisting his sitting frame so he could reach. Toothless didn't react, already used to his rider hugging him.
Hiccup sighed and leant back, leaning against the beast's wing. Toothless grumbled to himself, curling his slender black tail around the boy protectively. He'd just got him back, he wasn't about to let him go now.
A cool wind blew through the gap and straight to Hiccup. He shivered, earning a glance from Toothless. The dragon looked around, knowing immediately that his best friend was cold. The dragon didn't get cold. It wasn't in his nature to. But he respected his friend did.
"How are we going to get back?" Hiccup mumbled, looking at Toothless's wrecked prosthetic tail.
Toothless waved his tail for a moment, as though noticing it for the first time. He turned back to Hiccup, his eyes large and round, questioning it himself. They couldn't call for help, from the looks of it, the island was uninhabited. They would just have to hope someone found them.
Shivers wracked the small Viking's body, and Toothless curled him in closer, burning some of the ground to create a pocket of warmth around them. Hiccup sighed happily and closed his eyes. If all else fell and Toothless remained, he would be happy. At least he would still have his best friend. Nothing else really mattered.
They had fallen asleep, awoken by the sounds of dragons in the air. Hiccup blinked, recognising a large Gronkle, followed by Nadda and Nightmare. He smiled, looking at Toothless. The Night Fury opened his wings on Hiccup, allowing him to stand.
The other dragons landed on the ground, their riders dismounting. Toothless greeted the dragons, whilst Hiccup walked over to his friends. He was happy to see them, of course, but he already felt like his time with his dragon had been cut short. He missed when Toothless was a secret, a friend only he shared. But it was better for the rest of the dragons this way, he had to keep reminding himself.
"Hiccup! We were worried! Stoic was going mad!" Astrid said, enveloping Hiccup in a hug.
He sighed. "We got caught in a storm. It ruined Toothless's tail." He explained.
Fishlegs stepped forwards, holding out a curled up piece of red cloth. Hiccup instantly knew what it was. "We thought that was what had happened." He said, handing it to Hiccup.
Hiccup grinned and whistled to Toothless. The dragon immediately leapt over to Hiccup, looking at the spare tail which Hiccup always kept in his work shed. He was always trying to improve the design, easier for both the dragon and rider. This was one of the older designs, but it would do.
"We're going home, bud." He said happily, hugging his best friend.