Of Vikings and Dragons

As the boat rocked to and fro on the cool salty waters of the sea, Camicazi stared out to the horizon. It was as blue as her own eyes and stretched across the entirety of Midgard like a dream. She had managed to snag a longboat and had recruited Snotlout and the twins along with her and Fishlegs. After revealing their initial hypothesis, the other vikings had jumped at the chance to race to Loki's Lair, where the fabled Glacier Island floated amongst the icy masses. It was promised to be an amazing adventure, with the added bonus of finding the Dragon Rider and his Night Fury. The boat was going slowly, but surely and Camicazi knew they were on the right track, she could feel it.

"This is boring! When are we gonna get there?" They all groaned in mental agony at the sound of Snotlout's complaints. It had been an entire week and they had been subject to Snotlout's complaints every day for at least a couple hours at a time. At first, Camicazi remedied it by punching him in the face and knocking him out. Then, Ruffnut tried kicking him in the crown jewels and rendering him unconscious through pain. Then, Tuffnut would try pushing him overboard and, mostly, succeeding. Finally, to everyone's surprise, Fishlegs took it upon himself to choke him until he blacked out from lack of oxygen. Unfortunately, by the fourth day, they realized that they made more time if Snotlout was awake and complaining while rowing than when he was slumped over on his seat or struggling to get back on the boat.

So, they opted for ignoring him for the most part.

"I don't know why we didn't just take one of the other boats instead of this one... Like one with a sail!"

"Of course we couldn't, idiot!" Ruffnut grunted as she helped her brother push the oar forward and back, "we didn't exactly get permission to go on this trip."

"What'd ya mean?"

"Because my mom and your uncle would never risk our lives by sending us on a hunt this dangerous. Hel, they'd tie us both to masts."

"I dunno mind...as long as I share a mast with you." The collective groan told Snotlout that no one had enjoyed his pick up line, especially the one who it was intended for. Camicazi rubbed her temples, irritated.

"We just got to Breakneck Bog, Loki's Lair should be just on the other side. It'll take us a week to get there, so just shut up."

"Man, we're gonna row all that way?!"

"Og gods, we'll get there in three days if we row night and days. We'll stop for breaks and then after, we'll come across one of my tribe's islands. We can rest there for a night, restock our supplies, then be gone by the next afternoon. After that, straight shot to Glacier Island and we'll be there!" Cami's voice roared alongside the waves as Snotlout began to realize that perhaps the girl heir was just as exhausted as the rest of them. They had stopped only for a few hour long breaks that included meals and naps, before everyone started to row all over again. "We get there, we track down the Dragon Rider, and bring him back to Berk for his crimes."

Snotlout's face lit up as he imagined himself gloriously facing off against a hideous and grotesque villain with his fearsome Night Fury dead at Snotlout's feet. It was a fight that would make him the Viking to all Vikings. "Awesome! I call fighting him in the arena!"

"No way," Ruffnut spoke up angrily, "I wanna fight him!"

"Yeah and I wanna fight her while she fights him!"

"Idiot, we'll tag team him."

"Oh...Then we wanna fight him!"

"Morons, you'll back me up, then."

"Alright cool. We'll all fight him."

"No no no!" Camicazi sighed, "we'll bring him back and then our chiefs will decide if someone gets to fight him or if he'll be executed immediately."

"No fair!" Camicazi groaned.

"Guys, we don't just have an opportunity to catch the Dragon Rider," Fishlegs piped up as he rowed alongside Snotlout. The tougher Viking rolled his eyes as he looked at his partner. "We're going to see a Night Fury, probably closer than any one of our families have. We'll go down in history if we bring it down and its rider. Not only that, the Rider might even be able to lead us to the nest. We'll be legends."

"Now, that's something I can get behind! Come on, get moving! My grandmother can row faster than you guys!" Snotlout's challenge got them much more excited and Cami turned back to the horizon. She knew they were close and the Dragon Rider had better be ready when she got there.

He was going to take a nice trip with them.

Astrid had been flying with Hiccup before, but she was not prepared for how he handled long distance flights with others. As they soared through the skies, the feral boy filled the air with his excited chattering and clicking, looking this way and that. He was speaking way too fast for her to completely grasp what he was saying, but Astrid got the words "fun", "happy", "clear" , "good", "nice", "smell", and what seemed to be dragon names. She didn't really understand, but was possible that he was picking up sounds that she couldn't detect from underwater. Toothless often joined his talkative brother and Stormfly often shrieked and clacked along, as Hiccup's good mood was infectious. She could relate, she had been almost the same way when she went on her first hunt for the nest.

"Hiccup!" She called over the wind. He turned around completely, allowing Toothless to fly unguided. She laughed when she caught sight of the overly excited grin on his face. "What are you saying?"

"Water Spitters below. Good jokes!"

"I'll take your word on that." He laughed, before patting Toothless on the head. Said dragon dipped and went into a free fall with Hiccup falling off his back as well. "HICCUP!" She watched in horror as the two plummeted before Toothless twisted around. Hiccup slid effortlessly back onto his neck and they leveled out, slicing the water with Toothless' talons. Her boyfriend looked up at them and chittered, a sort of dragon like chuckle. "Why that lousy, no good, munge bucket half troll..." She pat Stormfly on the neck and pointed down. "Get him girl."

Stormfly squawked and shot down like an arrow with Astrid holding on tightly to her horns. Hiccup yelped as Stormfly snatched him up in her talons, surprising Toothless, and flew back into the air.

"No no bad Sky Eyes no away no hold!"

"Bad Rides the Night no scare!"

Hiccup laughed as Toothless retrieved him again and then he was flying side by side with his mate. She punched him in the shoulder, "ow!"

"Don't do that! You scared the yak dung out of me!"

"...Yak...dung..." Hiccup seemed confused before he smiled, "can humans-"

"NO."

"Oh..." She decided she had to explain some things.

"Hiccup, listen. Where we're going, there's going to be a lot of...Vikings are going to say things that mean one thing, but mean a totally different thing." He stared at her in confusion. "Like, just now...when I said "you scared the yak dung out of me" that doesn't mean I can make yak dung...it means, you really scared me."

"Why not just say that?"

"Uhh...because...saying the same thing every time is boring."

"But saying something different is confusing."

"Listen, just work with me on this."

"Okay."

"So, when a viking says things that seem odd, they usually mean something else. Like...um...I feel like I was run over by a...tap dancing yak."

"Can yaks-"

"No, they cannot tap dance...see? Sounds weird, doesn't it?" He nodded.

"So, what they mean is that they don't feel good. Now, if someone says...you're twitching like a...honey covered yak on an ant hill." He gave her a weirded out look, "that one was from my friend Tuffnut and it's a long story. Anyway, if it sounds weird...usually they don't really mean it."

"...Vikings are weird."

"Hey, half of your family are vikings. I'm a viking."

"My family is weird. My mate is even weirder." That earned him a punch.

"You're the one who decided I was yours."

"It's a disease."

"Camicazi, you think we'll be able to pull over for a bit. My arms are more stiff than Gobber after he sees Big Bootied Belinda." Cami glared at Tuffnut for the mention of the blacksmith's obvious lusting after her tribe mate. She shuddered when she remembered when the two first met.

You can't unsee things like that.

But, he was right. They were already fast approaching the aforementioned island, a small hide away for the infamous Bog Burglars. It was uninhabited and covered in trees and stones, but there were no mountains and barely any dragons. It was a perfect resting spot for them. She might even let them stay a full day before they set off again. "Okay, there's the island. We'll dock there, set up camp, and stay until tomorrow night."

"I thought we were going to go at noon."

"Well, if you're in such a hurry to get back to rowing-"

"No, nevermind!" Fishlegs began to row faster, causing the others to have to pick up their own speed in order to keep up with them.

"Onwards, men! And Ruffnut...to victory!"

"I don't get it, I thought we were going to the island."

"Shut up and row!"

"Look! There's Breakneck Bog. We can rest at that island there, then we'll get moving." Hiccup looked down and was going to say that they could move a bit further, but then he caught sight of Stormfly. It was getting late and soon the female dragon would need sleep. They had been flying at a considerable speed for a good twelve hours, sleeping a few hours in between on sea stacks.

That was not a comfortable nesting ground.

"I will fly ahead and set up." With that, Toothless shot forward, progressively becoming more and more invisible as the sky became more and more dark. The gorgeously dark night became more and more prominent as he approached the island, as if it was permanently stationed in the night. Toothless crooned cautiously, his highly adapted eyes catching the tiny viking water craft on the shores of the island. His alert made Hiccup tense as he searched the beach as well, quickly spotting the small group of vikings that were creating a small base camp in the woods.

"Danger yes no maybe? Find new nesting place yes no."

"No. Flies Through Storms tired yes must sleep yes. No run no." Hiccup nudged Toothless to the opposite end of the island, a good mile and a half away from the Vikings. Without the usage of hills or caves, they were left with the coverage of the trees to keep them hidden, but by day that cloak would be less than helpful. However, Hiccup knew that the mornings would be particularly foggy around here, so they would be hidden for a few more hours after sunrise. They landed in the woods and Toothless immediately clawed his way up a high tree, hiding within the thick leaves and branches with only his bright green eyes glowing in the dark. Hiccup hissed before dropping to the ground, hidden amongst the tall grass.

"No leave no safe no-"

"Quiet yes yes! No roar stay safe stay!" After successfully hushing his brother, he couched in the grass and crawled his way through the woods, barely making a sound. The moon and stars began to shine brighter in the dark, glittering like snow thrown in the small creatures of this tiny island became more quiet as they recognized the presence of two higher level predators in their midst. His finely tuned ears picked up Stormfly's wings and screech, which would obviously cause a stir amongst the vikings.

But, Hiccup paid no heed to her or the fact that his mate might be looking for him. He was in hunting mode right now and that meant that he'd be more focused than any other time. His dark clothing and his dark hair blended him into the deep shadows, with his eyes glowing in the night. He hid in one of the bushes, crouched low, and stared ahead into the vikings' makeshift camp. There were five of them in all, of varying sizes. Two of whom were female (at least he thought one was a girl), and the rest were male.

Two of the vikings were fighting, physically, pulling each other's hair and punching their sibling's face or stomach. They were both blonde and wore helmets decorated in horns (what a strange Viking trait). They were thin and hunched over, and had a particularly strange smell about them. Their loud, unintelligent voices rang through the woods. "Give me that, it's my chicken!"

"Idiot, you ate yours! This one is mine!"

"Shut up! Both o you," that order came from another blonde viking, who looked similar to his mate. For a moment, Hiccup thought it was Sky-Eyes, but the style of clothing was much too different. Her blonde hair was also darker and more...untamed. Her bright blue eyes were more like the sea, not like his sky. And her clothing were of that of the viking village that had mainly women...Hiccup blinked. He remembered her, she was there when he had found Lights the Sky and ordered him back to the Bewilderbeast's nest.

The viking next to her was the shortest in the group, but that did not mean that he was the weakest. His muscles bulged and he sported the makings of a beard. Hiccup absentmindedly stroked his own chin, which was also beginning to grow fur as well. Toothless would have a fit unless he got rid of it, so he would have to remember to groom himself again. But, this viking obviously had no thoughts about grooming as he flaunted his masculinity to the two females. His dark hair and brown eyes glowered at the other two males haughtily, like a Monstrous Nightmare who had staked his claim on every female within a fifteen mile radius. He growled quietly, the thought of this viking being near his mate set him on edge.

And the last viking was by far the largest, but Hiccup could feel no danger from him. He was big and wide like a titan wing Gronckle and he had short, choppy blonde hair. His pudgy face and big nose gave him an almost...sweet appearance, for lack of a better word. He sat on a log, farther from the group, munching on a mutton leg while staring at one of those strange things that his mother said were called books. Hiccup could read very well, but he preferred to work with his hands and go flying than sit about and read. The only time he really read a lot was when there was a horrific storm that even Stormfly couldn't get through and they were all confined to the nest. That was a few years ago.

But, Hiccup could appreciate a good book and was not against translating them for Toothless, though he found them much less enjoyable and preferred to wrestle.

Anyway, he sat in his hiding spot, listening closely. The girl, whom he dubbed Sea-Eyes, finally spoke up, silencing the bickering twins and the haughty viking male. "Alright, we'll rest here for the night and then we'll keep going tomorrow afternoon. Fishlegs, any info on any dragons we might see?"

"Aside from the occasional Terrible Terror, the book of dragons doesn't mention any dragons that might find Breakneck Bog's surrounding islands." Hiccup would have snorted. Whatever that...dragon book said was wrong. He knew that there were dragons who haunted the foggy mists of this place, and how to avoid them.

"Then everyone's off duty for now. Snotlout, you go fish for us. Twins, you'll go get the firewood. Fish, we need to check out the map. Those clouds on the horizon are giving me the creeps. Might be more thunder than fog out here." Hiccup crouched lower as the two twins and the haughty viking went stomping through the brush. Sea-Eyes and Shaky and Large stayed behind, leaning over a piece of paper that Sea-Eyes kept in her pocket. Hiccup sniffed a bit and then his ears picked up a small rock shifting, a random at of the universe.

"What was that?" The two spun around in his direction, staring for a moment.

"Fish, it's probably from the twins running like madmen in there." Shaky and Large nodded nervously before returning to the map, speaking quietly with Sea-Eyes. Deciding that he couldn't learn much more than that, he fell back onto the balls of his feet, and slipped away.

Stormfly had run off to find better fishing spots and Toothless was hidden somewhere. It was strange that Hiccup was not waiting for her or had even gone to find her and take her to the campsite. She stood on the sandy beach, waiting for Stormfly to return. Normally, she'd simply find him and Toothless herself, but it was now dark and the two hid their best in the dark. Stormfly would be the only one able to sniff them out and, even then, it was only by pure luck that they'd be able to find them since both Hiccup and Toothless smelled like "sky air sky night sky" apparently.

So, Astrid sat upon a rock on the beach, going through her packed bags to see if she had remembered to pack a fishing line. Sure, the dragons could fish their meals easily, but she wanted to show Hiccup how to fish with a line. It'd be a good way to connect him to the viking in him.

She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear the soft, crunching footsteps of someone approaching until it was nearly too late. With a startled scream, mixed with a battle cry, she was thrown to the ground and a heavy mass crushed her into the sand. "I gotcha, spy!" The voice registered for a moment and she felt both relief and irritation.

"Snotlout, what are you doing!?"

"...Astrid!?" Snotlout jumped off her and she stood up, brushing the sand off her leggings as she glared at the hefty viking. He stared at her as if she were a ghost and, in a way, she was. He had been told that she had disappeared mysteriously. That her crew were all found dead, murdered, off the coast of the Meatheads' tribe, and that her body was not found amongst them. There had been rumors that she had gone insane and killed everyone, disappearing into the sea, but those were quickly squashed. They had thought she had been kidnapped or taken prisoner, but no one had sent for a ransom. She had been gone and he had missed the girl he had been crushing on for so long and now, here she was.

Looking beautiful and healthy and safe. "ASTRID!" He lunged at her, wrapping her in his arms. "You're alive!"

"Ugh, let go!" She punched him in the stomach, wrenching herself from his arms. He fell to the ground, smile taking up most of his face.

"I never doubted you! Not once! You're okay, this is awesome!" He stood up, "where were you? Here? How did you even get here?"

"I didn't know you were here?! How are you here!?"

"You don't know? There's a weird guy riding dragons everywhere." Astrid's heart stopped for a moment.

Hiccup.

Oh, gods, they spotted him. How?! "A...A dragon...rider?"

"Yup, that's what we're calling him. But, I'll regal you with my thrilling epic adventure to bring this traitor to justice later. Where have you been? Everyone thinks you're dead, even your parents..."

"It's a long story, Snot..." He nodded as if understanding before clapping his hands.

"Well, come on! I'm supposed to get fish, but I'd better get you back to camp. After all, if it means I can sit next to you, I'd never eat again." Astrid rolled her eyes.

Great...more pick up lines.

She glanced behind her, Stormfly was still out hunting for fish. That was good, that meant they hadn't seen her fly in on an adult Deadly Nadder. That would be horrible to explain right away. A faint rustle in the bushes alerted her to Hiccup's watchful gaze, cloaked completely by darkness. She growled quietly, telling him to stay, and masking it with a cough when Snotlout looked at her in confusion. "Got a small cold."

"Well, let's get you back to camp. The twins should have brought back the fire wood by now."

"Wait, the twins are here?!"

"And Fishlegs and Camicazi. We all came to look for the Dragon Rider and once we find him, it's bye-bye dragons and hello dungeon!" She gulped. The mere thought of the hyperactive, freedom loving Hiccup trapped in a cell was...more than horrible. She shuddered a bit, somehow giving Snotlout the idea that she was cold and causing him to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Astrid glared and yanked his arm off her, not wanting to have to deal with him or incur Hiccup's own draconic wrath against her tribal mate. As they walked through the dark woods, Snotlout kept going on about how great it was that Astrid was okay and how they'd take her home just as soon as they investigate Loki's Lair, where they thought the Dragon Rider might be hiding.

Astrid blinked, her friends were much smarter than she thought. Above she spotted leaves rustling a bit here and there.

Hiccup was following them, probably to keep an eye on her. She just hoped that he didn't decide that good relations with vikings were not worth it and attacked Snotlout. Thank Thor she didn't find the time to explain pick up lines to him...in fact, she prayed that he never learned about them.

They approached the other side of the island within thirty minutes of walking, with the sound of the wind being constantly interrupted with Snotlout's expressions of praise to Thor, Odin, Freya, and even Loki for finding Astrid alive and well. Hiccup's continued pursuit remained as unnoticeable to Snotlout as a book was. He chattered on and on about how everyone would be so happy to see her and how she could help them find the dreaded Dragon Rider and then, all she'd need to do was sit back and watch him get her a Night Fury skull.

She shuddered a bit and even heard Hiccup snarl quietly.

Finally, they came to the other side of the island. There she saw the Twins, hitting each other with sticks, and Camicazi sitting next to Fishlegs near a fire with a map spread between them. "Hey guys, look who I found!" They glanced up and stared before screaming-

"ASTRID!" The gang ran up to her and stood incredibly close, as if they thought she would disappear again if they didn't. Fishlegs and the Twins she expected, Camicazi was a bit of a surprise. The Bog Burglar and her were good friends, who enjoyed sparring for hours when she visited. But that was very rare and only for a few days. The girl punched her in the shoulder, much more affectionate to them than a hug.

"We thought you were dead."

"Oh, I'm very much alive. I even got a scar on my stomach from when the boat was attacked."

"No way, you survived and got a cool scar?" She might as well have told Tuffnut that she shook hands with Thor, joked around with Odin, and got to drink mead with Loki. "Man, you always get all the luck!"

"Whatever, idiot! What happened? Where were you!?"

"It's a pretty long story..."

"Did you have to fight dragons? Were you captured? Where did you go?" Fishlegs scooted closer. He was so into what she was saying. Astrid could understand a bit. If her uncle Finn came back from the dead, she'd be pretty impressed too. They herded her to the fire and she sat down, refusing the offered burnt fish. She glanced behind her and caught Hiccup sliding down from the tree and hiding behind it's trunk. He wouldn't wait for her long.

"Okay, so spill." Camicazi sat beside her. "What happened?"

"Well...I was sailing with the crew through Loki's Lair-"

"But the ship was found near the Meathead Tribe-"

"I'm getting to that, Fish! Anyway, we were sailing and just about to head in for the night when we were attacked. It was so fast, I don't remember much, but it wasn't a dragon. It was the Berserkers." Camicazi blinked.

"What? But...the entire archipelago has a treaty. Until we get rid of the dragons, we can't attack each other. Anyone who does faces the wrath of every tribe."

"Well, that didn't matter to Dagur. He just attacked us, no warning. I was knocked out for a long time, I don't know how I survived...but someone saved me..." Just as Fishlegs was going to ask who, a loud shriek sounded through the sky.

"Dragon!" Automatically, everyone ducked for their weapons as Stormfly landed with a thud on the beach, mouth full of fish. "Get it!" Cami sprung into action, her sword glinting in the moonlight. Stormfly squawked and her spines sprung out.

"Wait!" Astrid ran to Cami and jumped on her, narrowly missing the poisonous barbs.

"Astrid!"

"Hold on! Don't move! Nobody move!" The vikings froze, confused, as Astrid ran up to her now agitated dragon. "Easy, girl! Easy, they didn't mean it! You just startled them." Stormfly fanned her wings threateningly, obviously upset.

"Not safe bad bad blood smell bad viking no no no safe!"

"You're okay, Stormfly! Calm down, girl, come on!" She opened her arms wide and Stormfly butt her massive head into them, crooning. "That's it, girl, you're totally okay. I won't let them hurt you, okay."

"Uhhh...Astrid...?" Cami brushed the sand off her leggings. "...You're hugging a dragon..." Astrid froze. She had hoped to approach this gently, but it seemed that she would need to let her friends in on her new secret. She turned around, Stormfly huffing at them as she deposited her fish and pushed Astrid towards them.

"I'll eat soon, Stormfly." She turned to her friends, "look, I said I was saved right? Well...it wasn't by just anyone...I woke up one day and I was...in this really weird room, more like a cave...and right above me was a Night Fury." The group stared at her. "Yeah, you heard me, the Dragon Rider rescued me from the boat. He and his dragon found the boat, checked everyone for pulses and found me. They took me to his nest and nursed me back to health. Then he taught me about dragons."

"You got dragon lessons from the Dragon Rider?!"

"You lived with dragons?!"

"You've been to the nest!?"

"Wait...you saw a Night Fury?!" Fishlegs couldn't guess if he was more excited about the dragon lessons or the night fury. They crowded around her, earning a sharp snarl from Stormfly, which made them all immediately back up and reach for their weapons.

"NO. No weapons. Look, guys, this is Stormfly. She's my dragon, I've been riding her for...a few months now, I guess...geez, how long has it been since I was last on Berk?"

"Well, you missed Snoggletog."

"Oh...well, I've been riding her for the last few months."

"Is she how you got here?"

"Well, yeah. We've been flying for about a week and we all decided to land here for a break."

"Anyway, you said you went to the nest? Well, where is it? We can finally put an end to this war!" Camicazi pushed for information.

"Did you have to fight off dragons? Did you see them ripping into vikings? Was it awesome!?" Tuffnut also wanted information, but not the same information.

"Wha-no! Look. I was really hurt, I couldn't even walk by myself, so the Dragon Rider nursed me to back to health. He was pretty...attentive to that point. Plus, I'm the only girl he's been around besides his mother." Astrid sighed. If she didn't keep them all calm, it would be a bloodbath. Stormfly was already edgy, not even taking one taste of her catch. The other vikings were edging towards their weapons already and she could see the shifts in the trees as Hiccup crept closer.

That just screamed bloodbath.

"...He took care of me and showed me how to train a dragon." That one sentence froze her friends as they stared at her in confusion and disbelief. Camicazi was the first to shake from her shock and spoke up.

"Astrid, that's crazy! Dragons are mindless, bloodthirsty, evil creatures from the deepest trenches of Hel. They can't be trained, befriended, or reasoned with." She shook her head.

"Not true, Cami. If it was, Stormfly would have bitten my head off the minute I turned my back." They glanced at the dragon behind her. "He taught me so much and I'm sure that there is more I don't know. I can tell a female Deadly Nadder from a male, I can tell a Gronckle's age, I have even seen medicine made from dried dragon scales. They're not dangerous...they're scared."

"Scared? Them? I'm sorry, I'm not the one with fiery breathe and giant wings!" Snotlout laughed but then Stormfly snarled at him to shut him up.

"Yeah, they're scared! We're not the only victims, guys. They've lost mates, young, parents, and friends. We've all lost things in this war, dragon and vikings..."

"Astrid, you're talking insane."

"Could she be joining our side?"

"Oh, Loki, yes!"

"NO. Listen. After learning about dragons, I realized that we can't go on like this. We'll all die if we don't learn to work together." They began to look around nervously. They had been fighting dragons for three hundred years with no end in sight. Each generation got harder and harder. What if she was right? What if they all die before they see the end of this battle?

"So? We find the nest and end it, just like vikings," Camicazi said, though her voice said that she didn't really have too much faith in it.

"And in the three hundred years that we've been searching for it, what makes you think we'll find it before we're all destroyed?" That was met with a silence, one that screamed that they weren't too sure of an answer. "Look. Dragons have the fire power, the strength, and the speed to defend their homes and their families. We can use that too. We can bond together and defeat her."

"...Wait...her? Who is her?" With that, something went thump and they spun around to see Hiccup crouched on the ground. He stood up tall and stared them all down, probably displeased with their reaction to Stormfly (but what did he expect?). Snotlout stared as the new mystery wild man stared at him with his uncle's green eyes. Ruffnut stared as well. Unlike Snotlout and a lot of the other boys she saw, this one was tall and lean with muscles. They weren't bulging, but they looked good enough to eat. Camicazi was staring at his chest more than his arms, and she couldn't help but agree with Ruffnut. Tuffnut thought this guy looked crazy and he wanted to be his best friend. Fishlegs was just wondering how long he had been there. "Okay! New question! Who is that guy!?" Snot lout pointed at Hiccup, who grinned.

"I am Hiccup. And "her" is the Dragon Queen."

You do not even know how hard it was to get this typed. With this computer being off limits to writing because it's acting wonky, I had to sneak around to get it typed (do NOT tell anyone) and my writer's block, it was pure Hell.

Anyway, time for notes, I thought it would be a good idea to call the area where the Bewilderbeast's Sanctuary is, as well as Glacial Island, Loki's Lair based on the myth that Loki is not actually Asgardian, but a Jotun giant who was abandoned and raised by Odin. Thus, the whole icy thing. I don't know, my friend is much better on Norse mythology. I'm more for Chinese and Japanese mythology.

And anyway, I am thinking of starting up another "what if" HTTYD story. This one I want to be a bit darker, with Hiccup being driven out at a young age from the village and being taken in by an adult Night Fury (preferably Toothless' mom or dad). It would be Hiccstrid eventually, but instead of Hiccup being completely smitten with her, he'd probably despise her for past offenses. I think the main things would be that Hiccup was raised with Night Furies and is happily living on the Isle of Night (I'm making THAT REAL, OKAY?!), but is:

A) Found by Astrid and dragged back to Berk

B) Found by Dagur and forced to be a personal killing machine bent on destroying Berk.

C) Founded by Romans and taken (with Toothless) back to the Roman Empire to be a gladiator before escaping and somehow winding back up on Berk.

F) Contracted into becoming an assassin (probably not)

D) Founded by Drago Bludvist and taken to train the dragons before escaping and winding back up on Berk (it all goes back to Berk, huh?)

I'll put up a poll soon, but the story probably won't come up until I finish this one.