A/N:
Other Hiccup = Book Hiccup
Bold writing = Dragonese
I'll update this every Saturday, or maybe every Thursday. K?
Toothless raced into the arena. He'd been hanging around Stormfly, but Hiccup had left to go read in the arena.
Toothless saw Hiccup's book, but no Hiccup.
Thinking something must've happened, he went closer to the book.
Dragons couldn't read, of course, but Toothless hoped the book might contain clues as to where his rider had gone.
Needless to say, it didn't.
The ink began to run, and every word except one blurred, racing toward Toothless.
Toothless growled and shot a fireball at it, but it somehow missed.
The ink coiled around his strong back leg and pulled him into the 'T' of his name.
With that, the dragon simply disappeared.
Toothless landed on a rather wet beach.
He stood and looked around. All of a sudden, a small, emerald green dragon bumped into him.
The green dragon was giggling and he was the smallest dragon Toothless had ever seen, and he had seen some pretty small hatchlings. But this one HADN'T just recently hatched, he realized. This one was actually flying!
The green dragon giggled and said in a breathless, high voice, "G-gave mean Master H-h-h-hiccup the slip again!"
Toothless straightened at hearing his rider's name. Did this dragon know where he was?
He opened his mouth to growl at him, but what came out were human words, spoken in a gruff voice. "You know Hiccup? Where is he?"
"O-o-o-over there," the little dragon replied, pointing vaguely with one wing, and flew off, quite pleased with himself.
Toothless ran over there and spotted two boys. One was his rider, staring slack-jawed at a boy who looked very like him, except for the fact that his hair was much brighter red, he wore a Viking helmet, and his eyes were brilliant blue.
"Hiccup!" Toothless cried, and then winced at the sound of his voice. He'd have to get used to that.
Hiccup said joyfully, "Toothless!" And he hugged the dragon.
The dragon licked him eagerly and then Hiccup pulled away. "Why are you speaking?"
"Hell if I know," Toothless replied, but the other Hiccup said, "He's speaking Dragonese."
"What?"
"This guy's a freak, Hiccup, just walk away."
"He's speaking Dragonese," the other Hiccup repeated, ignoring Toothless' last comment. "It's the language all dragons speak. I can't believe you can hear it!"
"Should I not be able to?" Hiccup asked.
"Well…not exactly, no. I've never met anyone else who can understand it the way I can."
"Are you telling me that no one else can understand me?"
The other Hiccup nodded.
The first Hiccup said, "Oh, this is just perfect. Now I've got a talking dragon."
"Relax, I'm not very talkative anyway," Toothless told him.
"Other dragons will be able to understand you," the other Hiccup explained. "But most humans won't. Besides you," and he motioned to Hiccup.
Then he turned to Hiccup and said, "Is that the Night Fury you were telling me about?"
Hiccup nodded.
The boy pulled out his notebook again and began jotting stuff down.
Toothless eventually got bored and said, "Where are we, anyway?"
The other Hiccup looked up. "The Isle of Berk. I should probably tell my dad Berk just got another Viking. And another dragon."
"Who is your dad?" Hiccup asked.
"Stoick the Vast," the other Hiccup replied, and the movie Hiccup's eyes widened. "But that's my father's name."
"Maybe your father had a twin," Toothless suggested helpfully.
Both Hiccups just looked at him.
"Ok," Hiccup cleared his throat. "So, if your father is Stoick the Vast and my father is Stoick the Vast, and your name is Hiccup and my name is Hiccup, then…"
"And your dragon's named Toothless, just like mine," the other Hiccup put in helpfully, and movie Hiccup nodded.
"So who the hell are you?"
Both Hiccups looked at Toothless again as he regarded the Hiccup with the redder hair with curious eyes.
"I-I-I'm a Viking of Berk," the other Hiccup said quietly, looking frightened at being asked.
The movie Hiccup considered this for a second. "Are you sure you're the third Hiccup?"
"Of course I am. Why?" the other Hiccup asked.
"I'm just thinking," Hiccup mumbled. "There were two other boys called Hiccup before me. I might have gone back in time."
"I assure you, I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third."
"Then…how…?"
The other Hiccup shrugged. "How did you get here?"
"I came here through a book."
The book Hiccup stilled. "A book?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh."
"What are you saying?"
"I wrote a book."
"What?"
"I wrote a book. It was called 'How to Train Your Dragon'. And…was the book very old and tattered?"
"Yeah, and it was called how to train your dragon!"
"Hiccup, you might have come through my book."
"Who else do you know on this…this…island that we have back home?"
"Well, you have a Stoick the Vast…Do you have a Snotlout, a Tuffnut, a Camicazi?"
"We have a Tuffnut and Snotlout," Hiccup said with a dismissive wave. "Who's Camicazi?"
"She's a girl," the other Hiccup replied. "Her hair is blonde and really messy and she's a great fighter. A little arrogant, but really nice and clever and great at burglary…" the other Hiccup had a faraway smile and continued softly, "She's one of my best friends."
"Um, no, we don't have a Camicazi, then," Hiccup replied. "But we do have an Astrid, and they sound similar."
The other Hiccup opened his mouth to speak, but two men with wild red hair and beards had come up, confused looks on their faces.
Both Hiccups turned to face the men and both uttered a word in unison: "Dad."
