Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon no matter how much I wish.
Last Chapter
"I wonder what tomorrow is saving for us."
Morning
As the sun's rays aroused Hiccup from his slumber, Toothless was wide awake trying to smell the particular scent that had woken him up.
"Mornin' Toothless." mumbled the half awake Hiccup that was suffering from a serious case of bed head.
Toothless huffed a greeting in Hiccup's direction. After he greeted Hiccup, he finally caught the ellusive scent. And it smelled like onions? and a wiff a donkey? What? The whole time Hiccup had been observing Toothless while he was in his trance to find the scent.
"Toothless? You alright Bud?" inquired Hiccup, "You're acting a bit strange."
Toothless shook his head to try and clear out the weird smell. Then bounded over to Hiccup and started licking his face to get him up and ready for their morning flight.
"Hahaha alright alright!" Hiccup managed to speak inbetween the bouts of laughter caused by Toothless, "We'll go as soon as I get dressed."
Toothless gave a triumphant grin to Hiccup and went over to his saddle to try and get it ready so they could get to fly faster.
After getting dressed, he put Toothless's saddle on and then mounted him. Slipping his foot into the stirrup, they took off at an unbelievable speed. The wind whipping through his hair and clothes, the brisk cold feeling like a slap to the face. But it didn't feeling painful, no it felt exilarating!
After a couple hours out in the air they decided to head back to their campsite.
"Hey bud, today we should explore the island," Hiccup started, "maybe there will be a rare type of dragon, or some exotic wild animals, although I dought they will be exotic, we're only like a days flight south of Berk."
Toothless just stared at his rider while he rambled on about what they might find and if they haven't already, record them.
"And I sure hope we don't run into those rabid vikings." Hiccup exagerated.
Toothless grunted in agreement even if Hiccup had meant it as a half-joke half-serious statment. He really didn't like those sharp and shiny things that hurt a lot when they hit dragons. Although that was probably one of the reasons why he was always hanging in the background, never being seen and never going into the viking's village to steal food. He didn't want his head mounted upon some wall in a viking village.
When they landed in their campsite, Hiccup grabbed his bag and packed it with yak jerky, a canteen of water, his book that he used for writing and drawing.
"Come on Toothless, lets go exploring!" Hiccup exclaimed in an excited voice.
And cliffhanger! I literally just whipped this up so if you could review and give me some costructive critisism please. Thanks for reading my first story, I really do hope that you enjoyed it.