I may not be able to post the next chapter until Monday, but I will try. Also, note: the name is pronounced as Kedrick and not Cedric. Anyway, I hope you like it and please review.

Reader pov

I had been going to dragon training with Hiccup for the past week. I would listen to the lessons, and then the others would work with their dragons until it was time to go back to the village. Sometimes they would go out and fly, and I would wait there until they came back. I couldn't get myself to get close to the dragons though, even though every time they brought out the terrible terror, it would cling onto my leg and someone would have to pull it away.

It was cold that day, or rather, it was colder than usual. Everyone else had gone flying with their dragons.

I stayed there with my cloak wrapped around me.

I waited for the others while trying to keep warm when I heard a scratching noise coming from the terrible terror's pen. The poor thing was in there all by itself, crying an scratching at the door. I didn't know what had come over me, whether I was just acting out of pity for the creature, or if I was just being stupid, but I went over and pulled the lever to open the pen.

With that, the dark green terrible terror scurried out and sniffed around the floor. I hurried back to the side and covered myself almost completely with my cloak. I watched as he sniffed around more, but then he stopped. I couldn't understand why, until I focused my glance on him, I could see that he was shivering. I felt awful, but what could I do? There was no way I could get him back into his pen.

I couldn't just sit there and watch him freeze. I sighed, "Hey," it looked over at me, "You're cold, would you like to come here?" I motioned for him to come, showing him that there's room for him to keep warm under my cloak. He took a few steps over, and I breathed heavily. I sighed once again, "I-it's alright, I-I won't scream or anything..." He slowly came over. I opened my cloak and he crawled underneath it. I cringed my teeth telling myself that it was going to be alright. Then, I felt the terror climb into my lap. I breathed for a moment until I realized that the dragon was asleep on me. I stroked his back gently, it helped me remain calm. It wasn't long until I noticed that he started moving again. My body froze.

The terror started to climb up my arm and onto my shoulder. He started to nuzzle into my cheek. It tickled and I laughed, "hmmm..." I pet the top of his head, "You're not so bad, actually pretty cute." He looked up at me, "You deserve a name, don't you?" He made some kind of noise, "You kind of look like a Cedrych. Do you like the name Cedrych?" He nuzzled my cheek which made me laugh again, "Alright, I'll take that as a yes." I had found a dragon of my own, and wasn't so afraid of him anymore, and Cedrych found a home.

Hiccup pov

I wasn't sure how it happened, but I was just glad that it did. (Y/n) had taken the terrible terror as her own dragon. Cedrych, which she told me was a name from her original home. That dragon was with her almost as much as me and Toothless. I even had heard her once or twice refer to him as her familiar. She explained that meant that he was an animal that supported her as a person practicing the magic arts.

I was sick, nothing too serious, just coughing and a small fever. It was, however, enough to get people a little worried and for me to stay in bed.

(Y/n) was boiling something over the fire. Cedrych rested on her shoulders watching over what she was doing. She had her small trunk of items she had brought with her. I didn't recognize most of the things she was adding to it, but I did see her put in some of the night fury saliva from Toothless she had asked me for. Sh then started chanting in some language I didn't understand.

Cedrych climbed down from her shoulder into the floor. "Alright boy, I need you to heat it up a bit more. J-just keep your flames far enough from me."

The dragon hissed and breathed fire under the cauldron making whatever was in it boil rapidly. (Y/n) stepped away, she was able to keep a dragon near her, but the fire still made her uneasy.

"Good job," she praised him as he surprised to the corner to lay down. I looked away knowing that stuff was for me. I didn't notice that she brought some over to me. She put the cup in my hand, "Breathe in the steam, then drink it."

I brought it to my nose and sniffed. It was absolutely awful, worse than anything I has ever smelled before, and living in a village of Vikings who now keep dragons, I've smelled some horrible things. I took a taste and it was just as bad as it smelled. It was worse than Astrid's yack-nog!

(Y/n) rushed over to my side, "I know it's awful, but I promise, it will help."

I breathed and took some more, and kept at it until there was only a little left. "Uh... What's in this anyway?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

She shook her head, "You really do not wanna know..." I covered my mouth, and she rushed over again, "No no no, that's enough, you just get some rest, you'll see how much it helps when you wake up.

It was weird, it was like without me even noticing, I drifted off to sleep.