(A/N: Whenever Hiccup is in human form, he's Hiccup. When he's in dragon form, he's Obsidian. Enjoy!)
Hiccup watched as the silver dragon flew into the sky, blending in with the moons and stars. He watched as his only chance of help disappeared. Finally, he glanced down at his claws. Hiccup realised: He had no idea how to do anything.
The Night Fury spread his wings, finding that it was more comfortable. He started to awkwardly walk south, opposite his old village. Maybe I'll get used to it, he thought, feeling as if everything was too heavy.
Soon, Hiccup came to a tall, steep cliff that dropped off into fog. He looked up to see a taller mountain, towering over the flat plain. With a jolt, Hiccup realised that he could probably make it to the top without Toothless. Maybe this dragon thing wasn't that bad. A silent gust of wind came from in front of Hiccup, from the ocean, and he took the time to enjoy it as he lay on the soft grass.
It was late when he finally woke up to a nearby growl. Hiccup involuntarily hissed as he was alerted to the presence of another dragon by a crackling sound. He turned quickly to see a dark blue Monstrous Nightmare silhouetted against the moon, flying towards him. The beast lit itself on fire, creating an eerie glow as it roared. Hiccup just barely dodged a fireball, which seemed to anger the Nightmare. Hiccup's keen eyes noticed it hovered in the air with uneven, jerky motions.
The dragon was riled up, as it had wasted almost all of it's fire shots without hitting Hiccup. One of it's shots came so close that the Night Fury stumbled and fell over, with his wings folding over his body. Hiccup was slowly gaining control over his wings and learning how to maneuver them.
Another Fireball.
Hiccup attempted to communicate with this dragon, but it either couldn't understand him or didn't want to. The dragon had landed, still on fire. It's huge wings set fire to the tree leaves around him. He calculated how many shots the Nightmare had left. One fireball left.
The dragon reared, its mouth heating up. Hiccup was still trying to figure out how to talk to it, he didn't realised its mouth was getting brighter. Attempting to get out of range, Hiccup soon figured out that his tail was caught between two branches.
He growled, with no meaning, and tugged on the branches. The Nightmare got closer as its mouth heated up. The beast was just about to fire its last shot that would surely melt Hiccup, when a lime green ball of plasma flew into its mouth, instantly killing it.
The silver dragon landed on the Nightmare's corpse, checking it was dead. Within seconds, the scowling girl was in front of him.
"What were you thinking! Tangling with a rogue like that could have killed you." She yelled, walking towards him with great strides. Hiccup yelped apologetically. He was still angry at her, but mostly just glad she had saved him.
She sat down on the burned grass with her legs hanging over the edge of the cliff and her hand resting on her forehead. Hiccup lay down next to her, his head almost as big as her lap.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but not harsh either. Finally, she turned to look at him. "I doubt you know how to fly?" Hiccup shook his head. Calypso stood up. "Then I guess we'll go for a hike." Hiccup shook his head, and pointed as well as he could towards the village.
"Oh Ho HO! We are not going anywhere near that domestication freak show!" she yelled, her face close to Hiccups. He growled, but Calypso just shook her head. "If they see a dragon, they'll try and tranquilize it and take it to the monarchy." It was strange how a human could growl out those words like a dragon, but Calypso managed it fine. With one final pleading growl from Hiccup, she softened.
"Maybe later, when you can actually shift, but right now we had to teach you how to fly. A downed dragon is a dead dragon." She quoted nonchalantly, but Hiccup had a vivid flashback to the first time he had heard it: From Gobber. Hiccup yelped, desperately asking her a question, but to no avail.
As Hiccup followed Calypso in a seemingly random direction, he listened to her talk. "What's a dragon name you'd like? Mine is Silhouette. It sound pretentious, but also cool. What do you think of Dusk? No? Alright, what about Sunridge?" Hiccup wasn't focused, he kept looking around at everything in a new light. In the early morning, Hiccups new eyes picked up everything, from the motion of the ants on the tree, to the talons on that hawk, way above them. He vaguely heard the last suggestion from Calypso, and nodded.
"You like Obsidian?" She confirmed, looking at him skeptically. The Night Fury nodded, before running headfirst into a deep, nearby pond. He could see amazingly well even underwater! He could hear Calypso's voice from ten meters under. When he finally surfaced, Obsidian was out of breath. Was swimming always this hard? Calypso saw that he was struggling, and pulled him out of the water. "Furies don't always swim great. I know I don't." She shivered, a solemn note in her voice. "We're also not great with long distances or extreme temperatures, which is why we're only going halfway up this mountain."
Obsidian stopped, and looked at her. Halfway up a mountain? It was dawn, for Odin's sake. Obsidian remembered he hadn't been fit for years. Maybe being a dragon was different. But Calypso cut him off.
"We train incredibly hard, in human and dragon form back at camp. If you think that you're fit now, wait till you get back home. You didn't look in the best shape before you got bitten, so if you think that you're better now you are sorely mistaken." Calypso said this as she walked faster and faster towards the base of the mountain. When she finally arrived, Obsidian was out of breath, even as a dragon.
"Ready to climb?"