Me- I am floored, guys, absolutely floored. In a good way of course! I'm so happy so many people reviewed (Keep 'em coming!) and so quickly! To respond to one sent in by Firebreather339. Yeah, I kind of agree, I thought, in retrospect, it was too quick, but I couldn't figure out anywhere else to put it… thanks though. ^_^;

Anywho, please enjoy the next chapter.

First Flight

Haddock was frozen in fear. He did his best not to breathe. He couldn't tell anything about this thing; it was too close to his face. He feared it would eat him or crush him or-!

Lick his face.

He blinked. The thing began to purr, like a cat, but nudged him on one side like a dog. Haddock decided that now would be a good time to move. He shot up, but miss-stepped and fell to his knees, the thing was right behind him. He turned around and scooted backwards until his back hit a rock. This gave him a good chance too look at the thing. His jaw dropped when he realized what it was. The dragon in Hiccup's journal! But, something was different, and he noticed it right away. The dragon had a saddle on its back, straps sticking up, worn through by the elements. It seemed to have some kind of pedal mechanism on the side with ropes or something that lead to a prosthetic tail fin. Prosthetic tail fin? Haddock saw that this thing was indeed missing its left tail fin, but someone wanted to help it regain flight. Haddock knew enough about flying creatures to know that they needed their tails to stabilize themselves in flight. Obviously, so did Hiccup. He was probably the one who built this contraption. Which promptly lead Haddock to believe that this dragon was a couple thousand years old at least.

He didn't have time to think of anything else because it then bounded over to him and began sniffing at him and purring. This must have been what made the noise last night! But why? The dragon was practically in Haddock's lap, sniffing. Was it hungry? "Ah… no no, um, no… I-I don't have any food…" Haddock tried to back away.

He heard a small splash, and noticed a small pond off to his left. If there was one thing his dad taught him that he could do, it was catch a fish with his bare hands. He was quick enough, and something in his gut told him this dragon liked fish. "Alright, hold on boy." Haddock shuffled around the huge mass of dragon and pulled off his boots.

Once he stood up, he noticed that he was at about eye-level with the beast, sitting down. He noticed, then, that there was something in the eyes of this creature… He stared at him, apparently for too long, it snorted, its pupils turning to slits, and turned away. It growled shortly, baring its teeth. Haddock shook his head, as if to clear his mind, rolled up his pants, and waded into the water. He couldn't let his mind wander… but thankfully, moments after he had settled in, a fish swam by and he snatched it. This is not to say he liked touching a fish with his bare hands. He promptly threw it onshore where it flopped around for a bit. He climbed out of the water and slipped his boots on as the dragon walked over and sniffed the now-lifeless fish. Haddock gulped and went to pick it up; it was okay now that it was dead, but still. He held it out in both hands, offering it to the beast. It peered up at him before focusing on the fish. It opened its mouth, revealing a line of pink gums. "Huh…" Haddock said, "Toothless… That's weird, I could've sworn you had-" Suddenly, it bared its teeth, apparently retractable, and snatched up the meal before it. Haddock snatched his hands away and watched as it swallowed it in two bites. "teeth…"

The dragon gazed at him, expectantly. Suddenly, something dawned on Haddock. "You have a name, don't you?" It nodded.

"Ok… wow, um… I don't suppose you can tell me?" It tilted its head.

Haddock thought… what would he name it? "Ok, stop me if I get it, um Nightwing… no, that's lame, well, I know you're called a Night Fury, that's your breed, I read it in a journal. Umm… Fisheater? No, that's just stupid." He glanced at the dragon again, his eyes drifting to its mouth. "Toothless…" He muttered, not even fully aware that he had said it.

Suddenly, it made a happy-sounding noise and pounced on him, almost knocking him back, and licked his face.

"Toothless? That's your name?" Toothless nodded.

Haddock started laughing. What a suitable name! Here he was, with a dragon named Toothless, probably in the same spot where Hiccup had named him. After all, He was his dragon. Once Haddock calmed down, he began looking at the contraption on Toothless. He noticed that the pedal was coated in rust. He pulled out his Swiss army knife and scraped some of it away. Suddenly, Toothless jumped away and began growling. Haddock jumped back too. He saw that Toothless was glaring at his knife. "Oh, you don't like this! Um… Don't worry; I'm just fixing the pedal."

Toothless tilted his head and stopped growling, not yet sure. "I promise." Haddock added, putting a hand over his heart.

Toothless crawled back over and lay down so he could work. He mostly scraped the rust off, but looked at the thing in detail too. He noticed it had a clip on the pedal, Hiccup probably had a prosthetic leg or something. How he came to this conclusion, he had no idea. He also noticed a small hook on the saddle, probably for a harness. As he scraped rust, something dawned on him. Nobody had probably ridden Toothless in thousands of years. He probably hadn't flown since then. Something about that thought hurt his heart. With a sharp "Snap!" he tucked his blade away and patted the dragon, he was cool to the touch, but there was an underlying warmness in him. "Hey bud," Toothless looked back at him. "You wanna go for a ride?"

The dragons' eyes got wide, his ears stood up, but he stayed to the ground, and nodded. Haddock grinned. "Alright, Bud, but we'd better take it slow, I don't know how well the mechanics will hold up, and I'm not wearing a harness. Now, just hold on a sec…"

He climbed onto the saddle and got comfortable. He slipped his feet into the stirrup and the pedal. He pushed down on it and with a slight "Crack!" of rust, the pedal went down and the tail fin opened wider.

He nodded to himself. "Alright Toothless…" He gripped the edge of the saddle. "Let's go."

Toothless spread his wings, Haddock only got a second to glimpse just how wide they were, before they took off. The boy gripped onto the saddle for dear life as they climbed higher and higher, finally evening out after a while. He gasped as he looked around him. This was infinitely better than any aircraft. For one thing, he could see all around him, the island of Berk looked like he could reach out and carry it around with him. Another was the wind in his face, and the feeling of strong wings carrying you wherever, and whenever you wanted. Haddock began laughing again from the sheer joy of it all. Toothless let out an exited noise and tilted upward slightly. Haddock stopped laughing when he began sliding back off the saddle. "Whoa! Ok, Bud, I think we should head back to the village. Maybe I can find the old harness… or at least make one out of twine… I know dad packed me a ball. Thinks twine is Odin's gift to the world…" Now, why had he said "Odin?" He shrugged it off and shifted gears on the tail.

Toothless gently descended, Haddock steering him towards the cabin he was staying at. Once he saw where they were headed, Toothless took over and flew excitedly towards the building. He landed behind it, and Haddock slid off. "Alright, Toothless, you stay here, I'll be right back."

Haddock entered through the back door and promptly noticed the harness hanging on a nail by the front door. He took it off the nail, careful not to rip it or anything. He noticed it was about his size. He threw off his vest and put it on. It wasn't about his size, it was his size. He secured it snugly around himself and put his vest on over it. The moment he finished this task, the doors to the cabin burst open and Mr. Gob stood there. "Ah, thank Odin! Haddock! Where've ya been, lad?"

Haddock froze, his mind searching for an acceptable answer. All he came up with was "…Er…"

"Come on lad, ya should probably eat somethin'! You'd be carried off by tha wind!" He said, putting an arm around his shoulder and steering him outside.

"You have no idea…" He whispered, glancing back at the house.

He was led to what appeared to be some kind of all-purpose dining hall. The kids were all chattering about their adventures in the night.

"I found this wild bear, but I killed it, with my face!"

"There was this really cool old shield in my cabin, the picture was…"

"I could hear you snoring all the way from across the village."

"What're you talking about? I don't snore!"

"I found some old books and translated them, not all that interesting, but it gave me something to do."

Haddock listened quietly, eating… whatever it was that Mr. Gob had cooked up. "Wha about you Haddock? Wha did you do las night?"

Haddock looked up, six pairs of eyes stared at him. "Aw, he probably just went to bed to hide from the scary monsters." Sam taunted in a baby voice, the rest of the group laughed, except Amanda, who rolled her eyes.

Sam continued taunting him, Mr. Gob making a foolish attempt to shut him up. Finally, Haddock gripped his fork so hard it almost cut into his skin. He slammed his hands on the table so hard the dishes rattled, and stood up. Sam shut up, finally. "You want to know what I did?" Haddock said, slowly after calming his nerves with a few deep breaths. "Step outside, all of you, and I'll show you."

He started towards the door, his calm demeanor slowly returning. "You too Mr. Gob." A grin began playing on his lips. "I think you should see this too."

Sure enough, everyone got up and followed Haddock out the door. The boy stopped in the center of the village, near what appeared to be a huge bowl with fish remains in it. Now, Haddock excelled at a three things, certain subjects in school we shan't get into because they're not important, catching fish with his bare hands, and whistling. Haddock had slightly bucked teeth, with a slight gap in the center. Recalling the drawing, he realized Hiccup had this too. Early in life, he discovered that by setting his teeth a certain way, he could let out an ear-shattering, dog-calling whistle. It was because of this whistle that he refused corrective orthodontia. Now, he inhaled, prayed it would work and let out one single high-pitched note. A moment passed, and nothing happened. "So…" Sam started, "Where you whistling last night? Cause that's kind of-"

Then there was a sound, a call no animal known to man could make. Haddock grinned. A second later, a huge black mass came bounding from behind the house and skidded to a halt right in front of Haddock, who promptly put his hand up and rubbed the creatures' nose. "Good boy Toothless." He grinned.

All of the kids, and Mr. Gob, let out some sort of surprised noise. "Wha-What is that?" Amanda demanded.

Haddock chuckled and stood next to his dragon, facing the group. "Everyone, this is Toothless. He's a Night Fury!"

Me- No carpel tunnel this time, although I did come close a few times… Breaks are friend… I almost ended this when Hiccup- excuse me, Haddock left the house with Mr. Gob, but I wanted them to meet Toothless. Alright, I'm having a hard time deciding on an ending. So, what do you guys think? I have a few ideas, but I'd like to hear your opinions. Please leave me a review, idea or not!