Sorry it took me two weeks instead of one to post this, but I as really sick last week and because of Coronavirus, we had to be careful about it. i ended up forgetting to post. But I'm here now! Enjoy.


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Hiccup mentally called out Toothless' name as soon as he entered the cove. Toothless, who had been sleeping, perked up and ambled towards him. He dropped the basket and it fell open on the ground.

'I've brought breakfast. I hope you're hungry.' Toothless sniffed at the spilled fish.

'This is a lot. Why have you brought so much, not that I am complaining. And what is in your paws?' Hiccup chuckled.

'Well, it's been a while since you ate anything right? I also needed your help with something.' Toothless, in the middle of inhaling the fish in the basket, flicked his tail to gesture to the bucket in Hiccup's hands.

'Is that what you need help with?' Hiccup nodded and placed the bucket on the ground, taking its contents and spreading them on the ground in front of him and taking his notebook out of his vest. Toothless looked up from his food to watch him.

'Yeah. I noticed that you couldn't fly. I realised it was because you were missing a tail fin.' Toothless brought his tail up to his face and watched dejectedly as the wing opened and closed. 'So, I thought I'd fix that.' Toothless dropped his tail and violently turned his head to look at Hiccup. The human held up his notebook to the dragon. It was open on the page of his schematics for the artificial tail fin. Toothless' eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped, or it certainly looked like it did.

'Is that what I believe it is?' Hiccup started sorting the materials into piles. Things for the 'skeleton', things for the 'skin' and the gears that would attach it to the tail and allow the fin to open and close.

'If you believe it's a new tail for you to fly with, then you'd be right. I need some help with making it though.' Toothless leaned forward eagerly.

'I would be delighted to help you.' Hiccup smiled behind his mask and nodded. He then handed the dragon pieces of bent metal inside a stone bowl.

'Thank you. Do you think that you could melt these down? I'm not sure how hot your fire is.' He himself took measurements of Toothless' tail, marking them down in his notebook, and picked up the fabric, needles and string. Toothless considered the metal in front of him before looking back up at Hiccup.

'I can certainly try. I have never melted anything before. If I cannot do it, I know that a Spiked-Tail or Liquid-Flame-Skin can.' Hiccup stopped sewing the tail to give Toothless a baffled look.

'What are those?' Toothless met his gaze from where he was scooping the metal around with his claws.

'They are Kin. The Spiked-Tails can throw the spikes from their tails and the Liquid-Flame-Skins can light their scales on fire. They are both common during raids on your Nest.' He must have been talking about Deadly Nadders and Monstrous Nightmares. It had never actually occurred to Hiccup that dragons would have names for each other. Hang on. He had been calling Toothless 'Toothless' this whole time. Did he have a name?

'What do the other dragons call you?' Toothless tilted his head questioningly.

'What are-' Toothless attempted to mimic the sound from Hiccup's mind, but only really ended up with a growl that sounded vaguely like, 'drrrgs.' Hiccup put down his materials and turned his body to face Toothless. The dragon did the same. Apparently, they were going to make a whole conversation about this.

'Dragon is our word for your species. And we call-' Hiccup tried to match the sounds Toothless made but all he could do was growl. Toothless chuffed a laugh at him as he kept trying and failing to pronounce the names of the dragon types. Eventually, he took pity in Hiccup and gave him some advice.

'Say them out loud. Then make the same sound inside your head. Repeat after me. Spiked-Tail and Liquid-Flame-Skin.' Hiccup repeated, but it wasn't perfect. They went back and forth until Hiccup was able to pronounce their names without mistakes. 'Good, now say them inside your mind.'

'Spike-Tails and Liquid-Flame-Skins. I did it! We call Spike-Tails Deadly Nadders, and we call Liquid-Flame-Skins Monstrous Nightmares. What do they call you?' Toothless huffed and lay down, curling his tail around his body.

'I had forgotten about that question. My Kin call my kind Purple-Fire-Night-Skins.' Hiccup repeated the word a few times out loud before saying it in his head.

'Purple-Fire-Night-Skins? We call you Night Furies. But I wasn't really asking that, I was asking what your name is.' Toothless looked at him as if he had sprouted wings right there.

'Most Tongue-Sharers do not have names. Only those of the highest standing in a Nest have names.' That was odd. Hiccup couldn't really imagine nearly no one having a name. he knew that sometimes slave owners referred to their slaves by number. But, in a way, that was still a name! It was a way of referring to a specific individual. It must be hard trying to find someone specific or get their attention. He told Toothless this. 'I suppose that that is just one of the differences our kinds have. What do your Kin call you Hatchling?' Hiccup sighed sadly.

'My name is Hiccup.' He laughed when Toothless made a hiccuping noise. 'Yes, that kind of Hiccup. For my people it's what you call the runt, the mistake, the one you don't expect to last the year.' Toothless stood and walked over to Hiccup. Careful of the scattered materials, he curled around the boy and licked the top of his head.

'It is clear that you have survived much longer. You also do not seem like a mistake to me. You are more intelligent than many Tongue-Sharers that I know.' Hiccup chuckled and cuddled up to Toothless in thanks.

'You're a lot smarter than most of the Vikings I know too. Since you don't have a name. I sort of gave you one. Is that okay?' Toothless purred and rested his head on the ground.

'It is fine. It is an honour. What name have you given me?'

'It's kind of silly really. But I wanted something to call you and it fit. Your name is Toothless.' Toothless tried to say it through the link, but he couldn't do it.

'It does fit. I do not mind. I like it. Do you have a sound for it?' Hiccup considered the question. If he wanted to tell other dragons Toothless' name, he'd have to make a sound for it. He had crooned and yelped when he had first seen Toothless' ability. He mixed the sounds together. It could work. He repeated the sounds out loud a strange mix between a croon and a yelp that sounded more like a short, slightly aggressive purr.

"Toothless" Toothless repeated the word.

'I like it. Thank you for giving me a name Hiccup. Now, let us go back to giving me a tail.' Hiccup nodded and picked up the fabric while Toothless walked back over to the metal scraps.


Hiccup was in to middle of connecting the tail's frame, Toothless watching him eagerly, when he remembered what the dragon had said. Tongue-Sharers. Was that their word for dragons? Why? He asked Toothless.

'We speak the same tongue. There are so many kinds of what you call drrrgs, that the only thing that every one of us has in common, that other Kin-Kinds do not have, is our tongue.' Kin-Kinds must have meant species. Wait a minute.

'If anyone who speaks the same language as you is a dragon, will that make me a dragon when you're finished teaching me?' Toothless nodded, eyes switching between his tail and the one in Hiccup's hands. Probably comparing them.

'We would know that your Kin-Kind is different to ours, but it would not matter. We will see you as one of us. And treat you as much. We will share our food and our nests with you. It is clear that you are a hatchling, so we will care for you and everyone in the Nest will help to raise you.' Huh. That was better than what Berk had done for him his whole life. To have someone care about you unconditionally just because you're there… he could barely imagine it.


Hiccup had just started to fit the fabric over the frame when Toothless, whom had gone back to eating, roared, his voice exploding through their connection.

'Danger! Danger! Danger!' Hiccup stood up and walked over to where Toothless was. The dragons was hissing at the eel he had put in the basket. Experimentally, he picked the eel up and held it towards Toothless. His mental shouting increased. 'DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!' Hiccup tossed the eel into the lake and wiped his hands on his vest.

'You really don't like eel do you?' Toothless huffed and inspected the rest of the basket for more eels. 'Don't worry, I only put one in there. Honestly, I don't like them either.' Toothless relaxed and picked up a fish to chew on. 'Sorry, how do I saw sorry in Draconian anyway?' He was going to call it that until he found a better word for it.

'The Slither-Fish is poisonous to our Kin-Kind. The only exception is the Slither-Fish-Eaters. They enjoy the taste. You would not have met any, they do not come to this Small-Land often.' Toothless made a show of retching and Hiccup laughed. Right. Never give an eel to a dragon. Unless it's whatever a Slither-Fish-Eater is. Got it. 'And it is pronounced apologies.'


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