I've made a few changes to the story. Now it will contain all kinds of one shots, not just from Toothless' POV. I know I promised this one about 3 days back but my laptop was out of order so I couldn't help it. SO, here it is.
Time setting: Post HTTYD 1
Point Of View:Toothless
Genre: Angst
I watched as Hiccup fell down, flames enveloping him and I dove after, trying to grab him. As I caught him, the flames surrounded us and I curled my wings around him. Hopefully, this would be enough. The fire wouldn't get through me. I was a dragon. Immune to fire. Of course it wouldn't get through me. The fire ceased and smoke took it's place, cinders floating through the air.
I curled myself tighter around Hiccup. My Hiccup. Yet I couldn't bring myself to check if he was alright. The overpowering smell of his blood filled my senses and I feared what I would find. He was alive. I knew that much. He had to be. After all, this was Hiccup.
I heard his father, the burly man who captured me, call out. "Hiccup! HICCUP! SON!" He stopped in front of me. "Hiccup..." He said, as close to a whisper as the viking could manage. I turned over to face him, a wheeze leaving my throat as I began to realise how itchy it felt.
He knelt down. "Oh son...I did this," He said, lowering his head. It took me about a minute to figure out that the man must think Hiccup was dead. My wings must be cowering him from sight.
"I'm so...I'm so sorry." I lifted my wings. The man was sorry. Perhaps he would be put out of his misery now, to see his son alive. He rushed towards me, pulling the boy from my grasp as he threw his helmet down "Hiccup!" He placed his ear to his son's chest. And something that I didn't expect happened. His face fell and tears rolled down.
"He's gone..." He whispered. I immediately growled at him. How dare he lie like that! Hiccup wasn't dead. He was alive! He couldn't be dead. I pulled Hiccup from the man's grasp, the man who lied about his son being dead. Hiccup was just sleeping. Taking a nap as he does so often. He was going to wake up now, and scratch me under the chin, and we would go flying together.
"Toothless"
Any moment now...
"TOOTHLESS!"
Because Hiccup couldn't be dead. Hiccup was...Hiccup. The most stubborn of all Vikings. He had to be alive. He HAD to!
"TOOTHLESS!" I pounced on the thing that was shaking me and I saw Hiccup under me. Alive. Breathing.
""You alright bud? You were whining in your sleep. And tossing and turning. Not to mention the fireballs..." I howled with joy. I didn't kill him! I licked him, nuzzling my head to his and purring in happiness. He was alive. It was just a dream. Just a dream. I gave him another slobbery lick and the boy under me groaned but I couldn't care less. He was alive. And if I had anything to do with it, it'll stay that way.
Yes, Toothless, it'll stay that way. Now press that review button and make my day!