So just a reminder for every one.

1. I forgot Toothless was a boy, I started this story like 3 years ago, don't judge.

2. The story line is based on everything that happens before and just after fight with the Nightmare, but I am also going to include some stuff from HTTYD: Gift of the Night Fury

To everyone that was reading gym stories, thank you for being patient with me :)

Now for chapter two!

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The flight was less than peaceful. Hiccup couldn't sleep because of his ribs, and with every flap of Toothless's wing his body was jostled just enough to leave him with shooting pains in his chest. It was almost unbearable, but he was able to hold out till they reached an island just North East of Berk. It was colder than his home island, if anyone could believe that, but Hiccup hoped it would warm up by the next morning seeing as how the sun set hours ago and hadn't even begun to lighten the sky once again.

From what he could see in the light of the moon, this place was much like his home. The island was made up of beaches that stretched sporadically along the edges of the island. As the island raised in elevation, the flat edges sloped up into hills of grass, which was dying because of the cold, then as they moved up became forests that backed to shear cliffs whenever they branched off toward the raw edge of the island. The center was most likely so thick with trees that even during the day it would seem close to night fall.

Looking up, Hiccup could see all of the stars the human eye could ever hope to catch a glimpse of. He could even make out some he hadn't been able to before due to the lights of his village. But as he continued to watch the specs of light, he realized he was looking up at the same constellations his father had shown him. On the off occasion they weren't too worried about dragons attacking the livestock, Stoick would try and have some 'bonding time' that didn't entail dragons or fighting, and take his son to the hills and teach him how to navigate using the stars. Those memories were some of the only good times where he and his father ever got along, seeing as how the two shared the same passion and knack for memorizing the stars. Stoick always said he got his mind from his mother and his love of stars from him, but that was about all he got from his parents. He didn't know where the rest went.

Shaking his head, Hiccup slid off of Toothless and sat in the sand. "Well Toothless, I did it. I ran away." Toothless lowered himself behind his friend, allowing Hiccup to lay against his side. His body curved so that his head and tail were still in front so he could sake eye contact. The other dragons, who had followed them all the way from Berk, randomly plopped themselves in the sand or on he half varied rocks. "I wonder what we should do now?"

To be honest, he had thought this situation through so many times that he already had a few ideas. He could become a nomad, wondering around random islands until he found one that fit his fancy. That was an appealing thought, but not having any contact with another human being didn't sound so great. Toothless was good company, and dragons weren't exactly bad to have around, but to never have a real conversation again with another human being wasn't Hiccups idea of a fun time.

Then there was the second option. Another village. Now THAT was a whole other bundle of possibilities.

It wasn't uncommon for two villages to be in contact with one another, or even having regular visits between the two. It was, after all, a hostile world they lived in and some had skill are resources that could be traded for something the village needed. It wasn't even that uncommon for marriages between two clans. But it WAS extremely uncommon for one person to leave their village and go to another for no other reason than to run away. Mostly because of the suspicion of WHY that person left. They could be a thief, murderer, or any other such thing that would get someone pushed out of their own clan. Leaving your clan without one of those reasons was, well, unheard of. So getting the new clan to trust him would be extremely hard if he went that rout.

So that just left the third option. Hiccup would become a traveler. Travelers had many different purposes. They acted as messengers, traders, smiths, curriers, and entertainers. They worked almost like the bees in the flowers, moving supplies and knowledge between villages, keeping them healthy. Such as if one clan needed wheat for the winter, but had more than enough livestock. A traveler would be able to tell them that a clan to the south had plenty of wheat crops, but was hit hard by dragons and didn't have enough livestock for meat and wool for the winter. It opened up the possibility for both clans to survive.

Hiccup liked the idea of becoming a traveler. But what about Toothless?

Being as how Toothless would be Hiccups main form of transportation, it could be a problem if anyone found out about him. Scratch that it would be a HUGE problem if anyone found out. Berk wasn't exactly different for hating dragons, and some clans even made a living hunting them for other villages.

But as of now, Hiccup couldn't make any decisions. His body hurt to much, and his eyes were getting heavy. Toothless's gentle breathing was sooting enough that soon enough, Hiccup was able to finally fall into a heavy sleep.

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As Hiccup drifted off, he didn't notice the shifting form in the tall grass not 15 yards away. Most of the dragons had noticed, including Toothless, but non felt threatened. As he slept, the form moved closer in, pausing when the Night Fury grumbled warningly. Not wanting to further upset the beasts, the shadow moved back leaving small footprints in the soft sand.

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As the sun rose over the water, Hiccup was woken by a sudden coughing fit. He groaned and lifted himself into a sitting position, spitting out a wad of gunk that had accumulated over the night. He became worried when part of it came out red.

"I don't think I'm doing to well Toothless." Hiccup tried to stand, but fell back to his knee when the pain surged back to life. Toothless used his head to support his friend back up to his feet. "Thanks buddy."

As they stood watching the sunrise, Hiccup noticed the Nightmare was paying an extreme amount of attention to something in the sand not far from the start of the long grass. "What'ya got there buddy?" Moving over to the dragon, Hiccup lowered himself down by to investigate. It looked to be small divers in the ground, spaced about a foot to two feet apart. They started in the grass, came out about ten feet then looped back. "What do you think made these?"

Not wanting to be in a new area and have an unknown creature hunting him, Hiccup took a few deep breaths and began moving through the tall grass. For a normal viking, the grass would only reach to about his chin, maybe lower, but to Hiccup it was well over his head. That coupled with the fact that the gras was beginning to die and therefore stick to him as he moved made it extremely difficult to move through. It also didn't help that the Terrible Terror seemed to want to get ahead of him but could only get as far as his feet, making him trip constantly. All of this wasn't helping his ribs and chest feel better.

"So, are all of you guys just coming along for fun or is there a reason?" Hiccup turned around and glanced at the few dragons he could see. Mainly the Nightmare, Terrible Terror, and the Gronckle, who was rolling around creating a tiny meadow around his body. The other dragons weren't far behind. "Well if your going to come along, mind giving me a lift?" The Nightmare flinched, but allowed Hiccup to mount him. The trip afterwards was much easier, but still Hiccups vision was starting to blur.

Toothless was already out on the other side of the grass, frolicking and bounding after a few Winter Hoppers. The tracks were still distinct enough that Hiccup could follow then, but were still unidentifiable in the sand. Still, as they got closer to the soft mud of the fields of short grass, Hiccup became more and more uneasy. The shape was to long to be a bear or other large predator, but to small to be a dragon. And it was something on two legs. There were very few things in his world that walked on two legs.

His vision was getting worse, but he had to make sure of what had seen him last night. Hiccup was almost hoping it was some new breed of dragon that somehow walked on two legs.

But luck was not with him on that day. As the earth became thicker and able to hold its shape, toes, a heal, and every so often the points of fingers from where whoever had been there had tripped could be made out. This was the worst possible scenario Hiccup could think of. A human being, most likely a viking who was part of a village near by, had seen him with the dragons and was probably on their way to get the rest to come and confront him. Not only that, but they were enow stuck, because Hiccup was beginning to couch up blood and he could feel is ribs snap with every strong thrust of his lungs. There was no way he could move to far even on dragon, much less fly.

"Well, this is a problem." Hiccup though as he nudged his ride back in the direction of the beach. He just hoped none slit his throat in the middle of the night