Title: It's cold and I am Lonely

Summary: A Tale as old as time, and true as it can be. Both a little scared, neither one prepared… You know where this is going. Beauty and the Beast with a twist. Toothless/Hiccup.

Warning: Eventual slash, mature themes, I guess.

Disclaimer: What part of FAN FICTION is hard to understand? I don't own Beauty and the Beast, and I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. They belong to whoever they do. I'm not here to make money; I'm just here to entertain.

"WHAT?"

Tuffnut wasn't a very violent boy, really. Okay, maybe that was pushing it a bit. Let's just say he's never contemplated killing anyone for real. But that was about to change right now if Snotlout didn't have an explanation ready, like, yesterday.

Not that he wasn't happy about it. That is, it's not like he had anything against the Haddock boy. Hiccup was okay. A bit stuck up, sure, not to mention the biggest weakling this side of Odin's Bathtub (at least Fishlegs had this whole 'Immovable Mass' thing going), but generally okay. What really got his goat was that they'd gotten worked up over nothing.

'I took a kick to the balls for this!'

And all the Haddock boy was doing was going on a glorified camping trip with his father!

The chief probably wouldn't even let Hiccup touch a dragon, much less kill one!

In the back part of his mind, a tiny voice was telling him that they'd be laughing about this one day. 'Hey, remember that time Snotlout almost married Hiccup to stop him from camping? Ahahahahah!'

But he wasn't laughing right now. He wasn't anything except extremely annoyed.

"Dude, what gives?" He said.

Unfortunately, Snotlout hadn't recovered the power of speech yet. Tuffnut jumped the poor boy so fast not even Astrid could have stopped him.

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'I take back what I said before.' Hiccup thought 'This is the worst day of my life.'

It certainly wasn't the best. Hiccup had planned to cut the ropes and run for his life. Hopefully, the dragon wouldn't follow him. Now, he was regretting everything, up to and including thinking up names for the new dragon species he had discovered. He had wanted his name in it, like Hiccup's Deadly Skydog or something awesome. It totally had to have an awesome word in it. Like, death or ebony or mighty.

The name Hiccup's Sudden Death was sounding pretty prophetic right around now.

It seemed to him that, as soon as his dagger touched the ropes, the dragon was free. And very, very mad.

The dragon rose slowly, standing on two feet in front of him. It moved toward him, looming over the small boy like every nightmare he'd ever had. Its eyes were two green slits of pure rage.

Hiccup took a step back. Then another. Then another. And then… he tripped.

Hiccup barely noticed the cold snow he was half buried in. He kept inching back, and the dragon kept following. There was a silence in the air about them, broken only by the boy's heavy breathing and the crunching of snow beneath the two of them. It was if the world had stopped, and Hiccup feared his heart was about to do the same.

Hiccup was pressed against the large rock behind him now, and there was nowhere else to go. The dragon kept on coming, dropping to all fours as it did. He was so close that Hiccup could have reached out and touched it.

That was it for Hiccup. He held his arms above his head, curling up as small as he could. His eyes were closed, a last ditch attempt at the 'if I can't see it, it can't see me' defense.

He waited for the pain of a dragon mauling.

It didn't come.

After a minute of the mind-numbing fear, Hiccup peeked. And there, so very close to his face, the dragon stared. He couldn't help it. He pushed it away, screaming. A suicidal move of there ever was one, but since he figured he was about to die anyway, might as well.

"Aaaah!" and then "Please don't eat me! Please don't eat me! Please don't eat me! Pleasedon'teatme!"

And the dragon didn't. It just took a moment to look annoyed and…hurt? before roaring in the boy's face ('I may never hear again.') and leaping away.

Hiccup watched it leave for a moment, but didn't see where it went.

Because he fainted.

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Stoick hated this place. It was cold and it stank to high heaven and he was pretty sure there was a dragon nearby. But worst of all, it was damp while it was cold and that made him stiff. Weak. Was he going to die a dishonorable death in this— this prison?

He had to get out of here. His son…

'Hiccup…'

A/N: I've uploaded some MORE HtTYD fanart in DeviantArt! Just visit the link in my profile, or search my name. It's the same as this one.

I'm so embarrassed, I forgot to include Crystal F. Flowright last time, even though she has reviewed 6 times already.

Special mention to Prodigous Feldspar, Randomstrike, and Deeper than Darkness, who have all reviewed thrice now!

Also, I'm glad skyinthenightslove is better! I think I can safely say that Stoick won't be trying to pressure Hiccup into marrying Snotlout. That's all I can say for now.

To Elmo-kibafangirl11: thanks for pointing that out! I didn't know they did that.

To Don'tKillKenny and Caris L. Clearwater: I'm glad you found this so funny! I do try.

To Randomstrike: The slash will come soon, I promise. But don't get your hopes to high. I suck at writing it, I swear.

Anyway, thanks to everyone for reading and I hope you send me some feedback! I need some criticism for to make better mah work! (See? Without the guidance of you wonderful readers, I degenerate into Lolspeak!)