Hello! So, I'm never going to promise a an upload schedule. For as much "free time" as I have, being unemployed and all, schedules just never seem to work for me. I'll do my best to get a chapter a week, which should be doable.

Anyways, enjoy!

~Silverleone

Chapter 2

"…Just jumped…fainted…?...I have no idea…" Voices were melding together, and it was giving me a headache worse than the one I had woken up with before.

"…Would you kindly, shut up." I grunted, wincing in pain, "Ow." I slowly sat up holding my head with my left hand as I rested on my right elbow.

"Whoa whoa whoa, you shouldn't sit up!" Hiccup, I think his name was, tried to gently push me back down onto the bed I was on. I pushed him back a bit, knowing laying back down would only worsen the jackhammer in my brain right now. I turned and swung my legs off the bed. Sitting there with my head in my hands, I made slow mental notes of everyone in the room. I couldn't see them, but my heightened senses helped to map out where others were. I could normally hear a sewing needle dropped anywhere within a 20 foot radius. I slowly looked up as Hiccup started talking to the others.

"Alright, Astrid, could you go get a bucket of cold water and a rag? Fishlegs, do we have any of those berries left? I don't know how many we have after Ruff and Tuff got sick." I heard two people say, "got it" and "I'll check" and two sets of feet ran out of the room. Hiccup turned around and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?" He tried to keep his voice low, knowing how bad loud sounds could make a headache. I slowly looked up as my vision steadied, but everything was still blurry. I reached up and felt for my glasses, finding them missing. I saw Hiccup straighten up in understanding and hand them to me. I put them on and slowly looked around the room.

Other than Hiccup and I, there were three people in the room. One of them was a moderate height male. Looking stocky, he looked like a cocky heavy hitter, if his stocky stance was anything to go by. The next male and female people were obviously siblings, if not twins, and they were whispering to each other, giggling occasionally while shooting looks at me. All three of them had helmets with horns sticking out of them.

'I feel like I'd better keep my eye out for those three…' I looked up and met Hiccup's eyes.

"I'm fine, just my head. What happened? All I remember is talking to you…seeing something behind the curtain and…" I stopped and looked up at Hiccup. "I've officially lost it…I could have sworn I saw…" The three other people had started snickering at me. I looked over with a deadpanned look. "Something wrong with the misses…?" I snarled at them. The only girl in the room laughed harder as the boys glowered at me. Hiccup interjected before they could retort.

"Okay, okay, no need to pick a fight. Are you good enough to stand?" I decided to try, slowly sliding off the bed. It took a second, but I felt better standing than I had sitting there. I took a few steps, using the bed as support, then noticed something.

I reached over my shoulder and didn't feel my sword. I'd forgotten I didn't have it. I turned towards Hiccup and raised my eyebrow.

"Where is my sword?" He put his hands up as he stepped across the room.

"We weren't sure if you were going to be dangerous or not." He picked it up and stepped over to me but pulled back a little when I reached for it. "Just promise me you won't try and use it on my friends." I nodded and he handed it to me. I slung it over my head and felt the strap fall onto my left shoulder. I sighed, feeling relaxed at the familiar weight.

I couldn't really feel safe without it. I had ran into a few bad people in the past. The few times I'd left my sword at home when I went out. I almost hadn't gotten away, and I still had the scar across my right shoulder. Ever since then, I always carried a weapon of some kind.

I saw who I assumed were the two people from before walk back into the room. One, a pretty blonde girl, had metal shoulder guards and leather armor on. She had a wooden bucket and a rag in her hands. The other, a young man looking very much like a soft brick wall, was carrying a small sack of something. They both hesitated when they saw I had my weapon on me but decided they could handle themselves. I turned towards Hiccup and asked him what was on my mind.

"Hiccup…what, year is it…?" The three of them gave me the weirdest looks. Understandable, but I needed to confirm my thoughts.

"Um…it's 1104, why ask that of all things?" I stumbled a bit before I sank back onto the bed.

'No no no no, that can't be right…' I sat there, head in my hands again, staring right through the floor, trying to process this new information.

"Are-are you okay?! What's wrong?" He quickly walked over and knelt in front of me. When I looked up at him, my eyes were glossed over, and my mouth was pulled into a deep frown.

"Hiccup…you said you guys were making a map, can I see it…?" He looked up at the other young man, who walked over to a table and grabbed a piece of folded parchment. Walking over, he gave it to Hiccup, who sat next to me on the bed and pointed out different spots as he explained.

"We're right here, on Dragon's Edge. And this," He moved his finger over to another island, seemingly out in the middle of nowhere. "This is where we found you. You were just sleeping in a cave, looking like you were camping with no supplies. But when the others checked, there was no boat or anything. Astrid said that unless you swam, or your ship sank, there was no way you could have gotten to the island." He continued, gesturing to the blonde girl. She stepped forward and handed me the wet rag. I put it to the back of my head after nodding a thanks to her. I turned to Hiccup, mentally cringing at the thought that I needed to express.

"Hiccup…I think I somehow…traveled to the…past…"

"What?! That's ridiculous! There's no such thing as-as traveling to the past! …Is there…?" The man named Fishlegs nervously laughed at my words, but the other two were shocked into silence for a few seconds. The blonde girl was the next one to speak up.

"Obviously, Hiccup, he hit his head harder than we thought. How does someone even THINK of something like that? Maybe he's been on that island so long he's become delusional." I glared at her as I stood up. I didn't ever hit girls (My parents would kill me if I didn't have a good enough reason…like they were trying to kill me, but that's a story for another time.), but insinuating I was delusional was not going to fly.

"Okay, first of all, I'm not even sure who any of you are. You're dressed like…like vikings! An-"

"We ARE vikings." The girl stated matter-of-factly, daring me to continue. I threw my arms up in exasperation.

"Oh! Great! No, that's fantastic! I wake up on a random island, noidea how I got there, by the way. A couple of kids pick me up and claim to be in the past. So far into the past in fact, they claim to be vikings. No that's great. Again, fantastic…" I sank to the floor, leaning against the bed with my head in my hands. "You guys got me, I got pranked. You can bring out the cameras now." I sat there, waiting for something to happen, when "Fishlegs", if that was his actual name, spoke up.

"Um…what's a…camera…?" I looked over at him, staring him down with a flat look. He threw up his hands and smiled sheepishly, showing he wasn't going to say any more. I looked over when Hiccup stood up. His brow was furrowed in concern.

"Um…this isn't a prank. We don't know what you're talking about…We are vikings. My father's the chief of a village called the Hairy Hooligans." I stared at him as he said this, not believing a word he said. "No really, come look at this." He held out his hand offering to help me off the floor. I rolled my eyes, wondering how far they would take this, and let him help me up. I followed him out the door and immediately stopped. There was a small cliff side village sitting in front of me. After I looked around, I turned and looked up at Hiccup.

"What is this place? Some sort of off-the-grid cosplay lifestyle?"

"I have no idea what that means." I frowned. Even those who never delved into the things that led into the hobby(anime, comic books, etc.) knew about cosplaying in general.

"Okay, you're serious." I muttered.

"Yeah, never heard of that, whatever that is, before." He glanced back at the others, who nodding in answer to a silent question. He turned back to me, "I've got a friend I want you to meet. But, I want you to hand over your sword first." I turned to face him, purposefully putting my body between him and my blade.

"Fat chance. I'd lose my right arm before I gave up my only source of defense." Hiccup shot me a look while Astrid looked on with a look that hinted at understanding, but also caution.

"Fine. My friend won't hurt you, but he is very protective of me." I raised my eyebrow as he turned, put two of his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Then he pointed out towards one of the other buildings. I looked over and saw a black blur shoot out of the house he pointed at. It looked similar to the thing I saw last night.

I took a few steps back and automatically reached for my sword.

Astrid opened her mouth, ready to yell at me, but Hiccup's hand landed on her shoulder and he shook his head.

I didn't pull it out of the sheath, but I kept my hand on it, not knowing what that strange shape was. It turned towards us and Hiccup moved into the doorway while the other two backed away.

Next thing I knew, Hiccup was being tackled into the building by the blur. I panicked a little, but Astrid held up her hand to stop me. I stayed were I was, listening to what was happening. I heard Hiccup and, whatever that thing was, making a ruckus in there.

"AH! Come one bud, get of-! Ppphfft phfft oh stop! Now, get off! I need you to stay here, okay? I'm gonna bring a new friend in, and you can't scare him." I heard the thing make a warbling sound. "Yes, the one from the cliff, the one who passed out when you scared them." Again, I heard some sort of animalistic noise, and this one sounded almost resentful.

'The cliff? I thought..?' I heard a lot of banging and shifting around. Then Hiccup walked around the corner, wiping some sort of slime off of his face. He looked over at me, and motioned for me to come forward. I slowly walked forward, and dropped my left hand from my sword's grip. If Hiccup wasn't scared of this thing…oh who am I kidding, I was nearly sweating from nerves. He got tired of waiting and grabbed my hand, dragging me inside.

I froze. Then again, who wouldn't? There was a large, black dragon sitting there. Hiccup released my hand and walked over to it. It pushed into his hand when he started to pet its head and it purred of all things. I stood there as Hiccup chuckled.

"Meet Toothless, my best friend…my dragon friend."