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The weird part was that, perhaps because of all I'd just been through, I wasn't shocked or scared to find out that there was someone else with me. Sure, for all I know it could be Alvin the Treacherous, but after the day I'd been having, even Alvin wasn't looking so bad. Plus, judging by their deep, even breaths, whoever it was was asleep.

Wait- asleep? That was very, very bad. Falling sleep outside in winter was deadly. Even huge vikings like Stoick weren't tough enough to handle a whole night ouside, alone, in the snow. Realizing that I'd just been knocked out in the snow- just as bad as being asleep- I counted myself incredibly lucky that I had woken up quickly, and that I hadn't lost a limb to frostbite. Steeling myself to the pain I knew would hit me when I moved, I rolled towards the mysterious stranger.

Every muscle screamed, berating my every bone for being foolhardy enough to stir my busted body. Biting my lip, I crawled using my elbows, positioning myself as close to the stranger as I dared. Taking a deep, agonizing breath, I leaned forward, listening.

Judging by the pitch of their breathing, the person was male, and probably young. Not child young, but not quite adult, either. Probably my age. Running my hands above where I assumed his body was, and feeling the heat radiating off of his, I judged him to be a little bit taller than me, but not by much. Plus, he wasn't buff like Pickler, or stout like Birdlegs. He wasn't tiny like Bigbelly, certainly, or quite as lanky as Hiccup. He fit somewhere in between, somewhere that made him look completely proportionate compared to most of the Vikings I knew. That made me happy… For some reason.

Snapping to attention, I realized that he probably wouldn't be able to keep warm much longer. Stiffly, I hauled myself up. It hurt, but a good hurt, like stretching after a long dragon ride. Reaching out my arms, I wandered around, looking for a tree to prop the boy up against. I found one quickly, and luckily with my hands as opposed to my face. I marked a path in the snow from the tree toy the boy, making a noticeable rut for me to follow. I trampled it down well, to make dragging him easier.

Grabbing his arms, I pulled him over to the tree, being careful just in case he was hurt. He didn't even wake up, and I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Grabbing big handfuls of pine needles, I made a sort of needle rug to protect the guy's rear from dropping off. Thinking about it, I made myself one too. After propping him up against the evergreen's trunk, I sat down next to him on my own bed of pine needles. It was… warm, I guess. Warmer than the ground, at least. I stretched my arms out, feeling my muscles ripple and sort themselves out.

I felt a twang- suddenly my shoulder was burning like a Viking funeral. Gritting my teeth, I scowled at the ground, eyes prickling with salty tears. Thor Almighty, it hurt.

I moaned, and someone echoed me. I froze. Turning slowly, I looked down at the boy, and- with relief and apprehension- I saw that his eyelids were fluttering open. He groaned again, and weakly tried to sit up. For some reason, I immediately helped him, supported his shoulders and keeping his neck from snapping back. He groaned once more, but it was a little less gutteral, sounding more aware than the last ones. How does a moan sound aware? I don't know, it just did.

It took him a second to really wake up. He looked around blearily, and clumsily rubbed his eyes with one hand. Mumbling something incoherent, he shifted a little, winced- and froze. I froze too, which wasn't hard, seeing as I was now kneeling on snow instead of on the nice soft needles.

"Who are you?" His voice was cold, but it was so melodious and sweet that my heart fluttered. I must be sick.

"I just saved you- why so mean?" My voice sounded a lot more solid than I thought it would. `Which begs the question; who are you?"

He hesitated, then replied, "My name's Leif- Leif Eriksson."