I found myself inspired recently and decided to act on it. This story takes place in the canon (Or lack of canon?) of SoD. It features several CC as well as, obviously, my OC(s). Hopefully it will be enjoyable for you all, and criticism is encouraged, as this is my first attempt at tackling something this...odd.

I own nothing you recognize and everything you don't.

The storm raged on. Berk was not known for tornados, but that didn't seem to matter to the howling winds that tore through the island, tearing down trees, crashing sheep into houses, and ripping a cradle from a nearby house. It also blew the panicking mother out as well, and the tiny baby Gronkle that followed her out into the storm. Luckily the infant viking was saved, the Night Fury wing having caught it like a yak ball in a glove. The beast's rider dug his metal foot into the dirt and supported the mother as she was hurdled into him.

"Easy, Gerta! That's it! Hildagard is safe. Let's get you two to the Great Hall!"

"Oh thank Thor for ye, Chief!"

"Yeah, yeah your welcome." Hiccup grunted as he began the long trek to the largest building on Berk, sheilding himself from the wind with one hand.

"Hiccup!" a voice from above hollered "I jusst got everyone at the academy into the hatchery! The headmaster's doing a headcount now just to make sure no one got left behind."

The chief smiled up at the Deadly Nadder that was barely staying airborn "Thank you Astrid! What about...What about Snotlout? Did he get the Edge secured too?"

"The Terror Mail he sent said he did right before the storm hit!"

"Good! Get inside, Astrid, you and Stormfly did real good. I should be in shortly."

"No way! I'm not leaving you out in this alone!" The woman Hiccup was supporting suddenly was lifted off the ground "YOU get the baby. I got Mom!"

"Aaand we're doing things this way now...Ok then, Bud, let's get this little guy into safety, eh?"

The Night Fury gurgled and lifted his wing, revealing the precious burden he'd rescued. Hiccup gently took the infant and stashed her in one of his saddlebags, then hopped onto the black beast "Alright, easy now, take it slow."

Toothless didn't even bother flying in the wind, but instead slowly bounded as gently as dragonly possible up the small hill that led to the great hall. The dragon's keen senses picked up something coming from the oposite direction, but he had to deliver this hatchling first.

As soon as mother and daughter were reunited, the doors were shut, and everyone breathed a giant sigh of relief. Their houses might have to be built again, but at least everyone was accounted for and safe. Even Bucket and Mulch had gotten in, their fishing trip cut short by the storm. The twins were there, too, though they were less than thrilled about it, if it were up to them, they'd be out flying sheep in the wind. Fishlegs was with the students at the Academy, Meatlug being a great comfort blanket to many of the youngest. Everyone was content to wait out the storm...well, everyone…

Except Toothless.

"He senses something." Valka, the matriarch of the Hairy Hooligan tribe and Hiccup's mother, remarked with a frown "Something out there is bugging him. Are we sure that everyone on Berk is accounted for?"

Hiccup nodded "According to Rustybottom, and he does know his numbers."

Toothless rammed himself into the giant door, then looked at Hiccup with a distressed look on his face. Valka cocked her head "We should probably let him out, Hiccup. He'll hurt himself."

"He'll GET hurt out there." the one-legged Viking protested, holding his friend back from ramming the door again "Easy bud! Easy! Wait until the wind dies down ok?"

Toothless warbled and growled, shaking his head and pacing the enterance restlessly. After about an hour, the wind did stop. Hiccup looked at the Night Fury and sighed, then opened the door. Toothless bolted, then stopped, looking back at his rider expectently. Hiccup nodded and trotted over, mounting the beast again. Satisfied, Toothless galloped into the woods, heading for the forest near the cove, nose to the ground and headplates flat back.

When he got to a landslide, he stopped at the base of a fallen tree pile, where he began digging until he had uncovered…

"Oh Thor…"

There, clearly injured and unconscious, was a black Sandwraith with gilded spotmarkings. Under one wing, there was a viking teenager, badly hurt and barely breathing, shivering from cold or shock. He was clad in what looked like Outcast leathers, yet his blue tunic was clearly Berkian, His dark brown hair reached the nape of his neck, and his helmet, dented and worse for wear, was a standard small-horned helm. It bore the Berk crest, as did his brown bracers.

"Let's get them inside, Bud."