Disclaimer: I don't own Toothless, nor do I own Hiccup.
I awake to the sound of footsteps and human speech. "Oh, wow," the human voice says. "I did it! This fixes everything! Yes! I have brought down this mighty beast!" The footsteps cease. "Whoa," the human breathes.
"I'm going to kill you, dragon," the human continues to babble. "I'm gonna cut your heart out and take it to my father."
Cracking one eye open, I look the human over. It is the same one that shot me down the previous night. He raises his knife and prepares to make an end of me. "I'm a viking," he mumbles, obviously unprepared to make the kill. "I am a viking."
Closing my eyes, I brace myself for the end. Suddenly, the human whispers, "I did this." The distinctive whistle of a blade slicing the air follows this, but I don't feel any pain. Instead the ropes loosen from around me; I am free.
In a whirl of anger at my capture and crippling, I spring up and pin the human under my paws. Glaring into his eyes, I realize that he is as scared as I had been when I was at his mercy. And, because of him, I am alive. I owe him a favor.
He winces as I rear back, as though to blast him with flame. But, I hold my fire and roar savagely in his face. There. Now we both can live.
Jumping away from the human and momentarily forgetting my disability, I attempt to fly away over the forest. I quickly remember that I can't, but continue to take long, lopsided leaps. One such leap lands me in a large chasm, which I cannot escape from.
Try as I might, I cannot find the strength to claw my way up the rocky cliff that walls me in. Nor can I fly out. I grunt in frustration; I am stuck once again.
Soon after night falls, I hear the telltale sounds of a raid. I can tell that it is far away, probably at that village that I had been shot down over. I sigh, already missing the excitement of raiding. Trying desperately to block out the noises, I turn away and slowly give myself over to sleep.