A/N: Hi! I'm of-nightfuries-and-mockingjays and this is my FIRST FANFIC EVER! I'm pretty excited. But anyways, I would appreciate any type of review, I don't care whether you think my work is bad or not, just tell me, because I'm new at this and want other people's opinions of my stories. So basically, this is just a series of drabbles at all different times, not really connected, but they might be in the future. These will be numbered, and I really hope to make it past 100. This story will be updated approx. every 2-5 days, I hope. I do warn you that certain characters will die at various points in time. I hope you enjoy...

1. Home

There they were, slumped against each other, bedraggled and exhausted, covered with scratches, bruises and cuts, but alive. Covered in mud, yet a blonde blur still raced out of the crowd gathering and held the young man in a death grip, sobbing into his tunic. Then came the old blacksmith, hobbling along on his leg, then a larger person, the twins, fighting over who got the first hug, then a young man with dark hair and curling horns on his helmet, and finally the chief, and the Night Fury wrapped his scaly wings around them all. When they emerged, they were all gasping for air, were bedraggled from Hiccup's wet clothes, but that didn't matter. And then, the young woman kissed him, and he put his arms around her. He tasted like salt and smoke and blood, but she didn't care.

They were home.

2. Always

They will ALWAYS be there for each other. It doesn't matter what the situation is, they will always be there. Because truly, deep down they do care about each other, no matter what they would have you believe. They can always fall back on each other, whether someone had died, or they were just having a bad day, or they needed help in a fight. Whatever anyone said, they'd stick together, and fight for each other. Because they are all interconnected, twisted together like the trunk of an old tree, intertwined and probably the most different yet alike people in the village. They would always be loyal, and always be true. They would always be there for each other.

3. Abyss

Looking out over the tendrils of water, watching fractured moonlight dance over the waves in a taunting fashion, was a figure, tiny and insignificant compared to the cliff he was standing on. Shadows played in the dim light, and his reflection bounced back and forth on the mirrored surface. A single wet tear rolled down his cheek, perfect, like a drop of dew on morning grass. He watched it fall into the inky abyss beneath him. It was deep, and cold, and he couldn't help but feel it was a horrible way to die. Alone. Freezing. The arms of the ocean carrying you away. He picked a flower from the soft green underfoot, looked at it for a while and then kissed it and sent it away with the wind, and he watched it sail along, floating, and he watched until he couldn't see it anymore. Until it was gone, lost in the sea beneath him. He wasn't going to get it back ever again. Just like her.

4. Stories

Sometimes, Hiccup read to Toothless. Usually it was during the day, but on special occasions, they would go to the cove and lay out on the grass under the stars, and Hiccup would light a candle and read from his storybooks. And Toothless would listen attentively, because he loved those stories. Sometimes they were about princesses with fish tails who lived under the sea. Sometimes they were about magic, and people who waved sticks around and cast spells on princes who turned into animals. But Toothless' favourite was about a boy who could turn things to ice, and who brought the snow and cold wherever he went. That was Hiccup's favourite too. Maybe it was because the boy was a bit of an outcast, like Hiccup had been, and that they were alike. And when Hiccup read that story to him, Toothless could imagine the snowflakes landing on his nose, could feel the cold seeping from under his feet. And sometimes, he could see the boy in the firelight. When Hiccup read to him, it was as if he was in a different world, and his words put Toothless in a drowsy state. Usually, they would fall asleep together by the fire, and Toothless would dream about meeting the fish-princesses, and the people with magic sticks, but most of all, the boy with the magic staff who bought with him the ice and cold.

5. Disgusting

"Toothless, c'mon, it won't hurt you. Won't love it 'til you try it!"

Toothless shook his head. There was no WAY he was going to eat a tiny tree. Trees weren't supposed to be eaten! And this tree had a green trunk, which meant it was probably poisonous, which meant that he might die from eating this stuff! Dragons weren't supposed to eat plants anyway.

"Please Toothless, just taste it. It's only broccoli!"

Broccoli huh? It probably wasn't meant to be eaten. It was probably sent from Loki as a trick, trying to play pranks on people who were dumb enough to try and eat it.

"If you don't taste it, we won't fly for a week."

Pfft. Everyone knew that Hiccup wouldn't last that long and would eventually just take him out again.

"I'm sure Stormfly and Hookfang and all the other dragons eat it. They aren't afraid of a bit of broccoli."

That did it. There was no dragon as brave as Toothless! He nibbled at it, then licked his lips. His eyes widened, and he swallowed the little tree in one bite. Either Loki's poison took a while to kick in or this broccoli stuff was supposed to be eaten, because it tasted good!

A/N: Hopefully you liked this.