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Toothless

"Hiccup! Hiccup, wake up!"

I was trying to shake him back into consciousness. He wasn't waking up. I was freaking out.

I'd heard his call and came as fast as I could. I'd nearly tripped over his form when I'd found him. After finding the severed bola, I'd frantically checked him for injuries only to find none. With relief, I'd calmly tried to shake him away. After a while of trying, however, worry soon latched on and was holding on tight. Now I was trying to avoid panicking.

"C'mon," I muttered. "HIC! WAKE UP! NOW!"

If I had known that that would do the trick, I would have done that a long time ago. His eyes flew open, and he bolted upright. He head-butted me so hard, I fell backwards and stars exploded in my sight. He, too, fell back with a cry of pain.

"Man, that hurt!" Hiccup exclaimed as he held his stinging forehead.

I couldn't quite stop the relief that flooded into me upon hearing his voice. "So worth it," I muttered back.

He shook his head like a wet dog, and started looking at me oddly. "How'd you get here so fast?" I quirked a brow at him. Then he looked around until he caught sight of the destroyed bola. "The Stormcutter!" he exclaimed as he sat up straight and looked around, eventually looking up at the sky. I'd already checked earlier, so I knew there was no sign of it anywhere.

I glanced at the bola with suspicion. "Yeah…it's…gone."

It took a moment for that to sink in. To my surprise, Hiccup let out a loud groan and fell back to the ground. He covered his face with his hands, ashamed.

"Oh, Toothless, I am so sorry."

A sinking feeling hit me hard. "You let it go," I concluded, dumbstruck.

He swallowed and nodded, still not looking up at me.

My mind raced. He let it go. What the Hel!? Of all the crazy things he'd done in the past, this had to be a new one. And this time…I didn't understand. What possessed him to let it go? After all it's done to us!?

"Why?"

He shook his head. "Don't ask. Please."

The desperation in his voice was the only thing keeping me from demanding an answer. This was so…unlike Hiccup. This entire situation was. What the Hel happened?

I sighed. After getting up and brushing myself off, I turned to him and offered him a hand. "Time to get up, Hic."

He pulled his hands away from his face and finally looked at me. Well, he looked from my hand to me. I was relieved when he clasped his hand into mine.

We were still good.

With a strong grip, I pulled him back on his feet. His grip was stronger than most would believe, and he regained his balance before letting go. I sighed and shook my head at him.

"I'll find out what happened, mark my words, Hic," I said in a mock-scolding tone. He visibly deflated at my declaration. I smirked. "C'mon," I said as I lightly cuffed him over the head. "We should get home."

While rubbing the back of his head, Hiccup sighed and nodded. He turned his eyes to me and offered me a small smile. I grinned back at him in return.


Hiccup

When Toothless and I had gotten to the house, I was half expecting Mom and Dad to still be gone. So, naturally, I froze mid-step the moment I saw them. Mom was mending a shirt while Dad was poking at the embers of the fire. I quickly made the motion for Toothless to be quiet. He looked dubious, but didn't question me as he followed my lead. I crept up the stairs, hoping they would continue to not notice us.

Turns out the gods really love to torment me.

"Hiccup," Dad said as I tried to hurriendly scale up the stairs.

"Dad," I said. I looked helplessly at Toothless then looked back at Dad as he was getting up from his place by the fire. I looked over to Mom and nodded in her direction. "Hey, Mom." Without a word, she had also gotten up and walked over to us.

I was trapped.

(Sigh) Better get this over with. "I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you too, son."

I nodded and took in a deep breath. We spoke at the same time, causing our words to jumble together.

"I've decided—"

"Your mother and I—"

"—I don't want—"

"—think it's time you learn how—"

"—to fight dragons."

We looked at each other in confusion. "What?" we asked in unison.

"What?" Mom asked from behind Dad, sounding equally confused.

"What!?" Toothless exclaimed. I honestly have no idea which side he'd caught, but he was bewildered nevertheless.

"You go first," Dad told me.

"No…no you go first," I said uncertainly.

"Alright."

He wrung his hands together nervously and took in a deep breath. I was just waiting for it. Whatever was happening, it was going to be awful and was about to hit me hard; I was sure about that.

"You get your wish." I could feel my heart sink. "Dragon training. You start in the morning."

Yep. I'm screwed. "Oh man, I should've gone first; because…" I ran my hand through my hair as I tried to come up with some good excuse. I looked to Toothless for help but only caugt sight of his dumbstruck expression. Yep. No help there.

"I was thinking…" I began, "W-we have a surplus of dragon-fighting vikings, but do we have any…bread-making vikings? Or small home repair—"

"You'll need this," Dad continued on, not listening to me, as he handed me a rather large axe.

I nearly toppled over from the sudden weight in my arms. "I don't want to fight dragons," I said nervously.

Toothless grabbed my arm to turn me in his direction. "What?"

"You don't?" Mom asked, sounding surprised.

I shook my head furiously, begging them both to help me get out of this. Dad only laughed it off.

"Oh sure you do."

"Let me rephrase," I said, "Dad, I can't kill dragons." Not after today… Toothless's eyes were burning into the back of my skull, but I refused to look at him.

"But you will kill dragons."

"No, I'm very sure I won't," I said as I tried to balance the axe in my hand.

"It's time Hiccup," Dad went on.

"Can you not hear me!?"

"Stoick, maybe we should talk about this," Mom, may the gods bless her!, finally said. I looked to Dad with pleading eyes, hoping he'd listen to her.

"Val, we've talked about this already," Dad said, indirectly smashing my hopes into a million pieces at the same time. "We agreed that this was for the best."

"I know, but—"

"The boats are about to head out," Dad interrupted, cutting Mom off. He gave her a quick kiss before grabbing his things. He stood tall and looked over to me. "Dragon training. End of story. Deal?"

I spluttered out my last attempt at a protest. "Dad I—"

"Deal?" he asked, more sternly this time.

I sighed in defeat. "Yeah. Deal."

Satisfied, he nodded. "Train hard." He glanced over to Toothless. "Same for you." Toothless nodded. "I'll be back. Probably."

Mom frowned and gave him a swat on the arm. "There's no 'probably' about it. I expect you home with the rest of the party. All limbs intact, you hear?"

He merely chuckled before giving her another peck on the cheek.

It's almost like they'd forgotten that Toothless and I were still there! I did the absolutely immature thing and turned to Toothless to give him the "gag me" gesture with my finger. Though he rolled his eyes at me, Toothless was also wrinkling his nose at the sight. Mom only laughed at our reactions.

"Be safe, Stoick," she said to him while placing a hand on the side of his face.

"Always," he said enveloping his hands over hers.

Someone kill me already, I begged in my head.

"If you're gonna meet with the boats, I suggest you head out any day now," Toothless said bluntly.

Dad gave him a mock glare. "Watch it, son."

Toothless didn't have a chance to react before Dad was ruffling Toothless's hair. Toothless barked out a protest that fell on deaf ears. Dad chuckled at Toothless's expense. Then he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Do well." I nodded as he turned to leave.

After the door closed shut, it was oddly quiet among the three of us. My brain felt like it was just bowled over by a Gronckle, and my world felt like it was just turned upside down. Someone please tell me that that didn't just happen.

It was almost like Toothless had heard my thoughts and decided to give me my much needed reality check. "Did you just get signed up for dragon training?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Approved by Dad and everything?"

"Yep."

Toothless glanced around the house suspiciously. "…Are we even on the right island?"

If only that was the case…"…Yep." I hung my head and sighed in defeat. "I…I think I'll just head to bed early."

"It's not even evening," Mom said. "Are you sure?"

As I was about to climb up the stairs, I gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Mom was worried. She looked like she wanted to ask me about what just happened. I really didn't want to talk about it though. So I made a beeline up the stairs before she or Toothless could say a word. Thankfully, neither one of them moved to stop me.

Once I was upstairs, I trudged over to my bed, with my thoughts still all jumbled up. This was probably the craziest day in the history of crazy days. First the raid, then the Stormcutter, now this? I laid back on my bed and wanted nothing more than for this day to end already.

In despair, I grabbed my blanket sulk under.

It wasn't even past high noon yet.

Great.


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