To put it simply, the last two days had been insane. I shot down a Night Fury, nearly got eaten, found the Night Fury, saved the Night Fury, nearly got eaten (again), saved the Night Fury (again), and ran home before my dad figured out that something was up. And I still had no idea what I was going to do with him. He was going to be stuck in that room for a while. And I was the one who shot him down in the first place, I couldn't just leave him there. But wouldn't it be easier if I could just kill him? I mean, sure, he looked like a human sometimes but he obviously wasn't one. And it wasn't like we hadn't killed them when they looked like that either. It would just be so much simpler. I really wish I could.

Keeping a dragon secret from everyone was going to be difficult. At least he was small. It also went completely against everything we Vikings did. And what if he didn't even want my help? I mean, he was hurt but I didn't doubt he could kill me if he wanted. It kept me occupied all morning long while I was stuck at Gobber's shop. He never asked me what was wrong though, not that I noticed. I guess he just thought I was still upset about last night. Oh, if he only knew. When lunch finally crept around, I finally said something.

"I'm uh, I'm going to go home for the rest of the day. Got some homework to do." I announced when he called for lunch break.

Gobber just shrugged, like I knew he would. "Alright. I know how important that cactusleaf is."

"It's calculus. And thanks." I darted out of there as fast as I could without looking suspicious. I stopped by my house just long enough to grab some food. I wasn't really sure what dragons ate so I just grabbed some stuff I knew my dad wouldn't miss. An old lunch-able, a pack of ham, the last few slices of bread, and a tin of sardines. Hopefully one of these would appeal to him. I mean, everyone likes ham right? I snatched a bottle of water and then headed down to the warehouse district.

When I got there, the place was empty. The sheet that'd I'd used to make that crappy 'bed' was ripped to pieces and there was definitely more busted boxes than there was yesterday. Where'd he go? Did he leave? I walked farther into the room that just inside the door. I didn't see him anywhere. Was he hiding or something?

"Hello?" May as well try. "I have food. So you don't eat me." I said that last bit to myself. I wondered how well dragon hearing was. Something rustled from behind the next pile of boxes down from the 'bed' and a black head popped up from the other side. Looks like food works just as well on dragons as it does any human teenager. He stared at me with huge green eyes, glancing between me and the bag over my shoulder. It was a little unsettling. I ducked my head and gained a sudden interest in what was around me. I did notice that he had to literally pull himself to his feet, using the nearest boxes for support.

I watched him for a few moments, not really sure what else to do. He had wrapped up his leg with pieces of wood and strips of the sheet. That would explain a lot. I was going to have to get him some real medical supplies. I just hoped that whatever it was, it wasn't major. I couldn't exactly waltz him into the town to get him checked out by our doctor. He had a limp obviously, but he put on a brave face. As though he wasn't hurt and was walking up to a challenger, instead of a fishbone of a human. I didn't watch long. I couldn't. He was trying but I could tell how much that leg of his hurt him. And how much he hated it too. I dropped the bag on the poor excuse for a bed and went to help him. Before I could take another step though, he tensed up and growled at me. Those black scales popped up again, giving me yet another reminder of what he was. I stopped and held my hands up letting him know I wasn't going to hurt him. I wasn't sure if dragons could breathe fire in their human forms and I didn't want to find out just then.

"You have a weapon." His voice low from the growl. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. And it wasn't wrong. Vikings always armed themselves in case of a dragon attack. I was no exception. When I started to move for my pocket, he dropped into a more defensive stance and growled louder. A warning.

"It's just a knife, ok?" I started for the weapon again and this time he didn't stop me. He didn't relax though either. When I pulled it out of my pocket, he gave another growl. I didn't wait for him to do anything. I just tossed it out the nearest window. The boy gave me a weird look. As if he was trying to figure out just why I did that. There was a simple answer. I was absolutely insane. With it gone, he relaxed, a lot. Any signs of his other nature disappeared and he shifted into a casual slouch. It was different from earlier. I wasn't a threat anymore. So I guess he didn't really care. He let me approach him but when I tried to help, he snarled at me, giving me a good look at his teeth. Even if they weren't sharp or poisonous, I knew what it meant and backed off, letting him bypass me. He headed straight for the food.

While he looked through what little I had brought in the bag, I sat down on a nearby crate and watched him. He pulled out the sardines and tossed me what was left in the bag. I had kind of expected him to take it all. He had to be hungry after a day without food.

"Sardines?" I couldn't help but question. Who knew how old those things were. They'd been sitting at the back of my pantry for who knows how long.

"Nacho Lunch-ables?" He shot back in the same tone. Fair point. He sounded a lot more like what I would expect now that he wasn't growling. He practically collapsed onto his crate and tore into the little tin. I went ahead and opened up the nachos. We ate in an awkward silence. I don't think either of us knew what to make of each other.

"Toothless." He finally said with at least three sardines in his mouth.

"What?" What was toothless? I didn't get it.

He glanced up from his tin. "My name. Toothless." Oh.

"Um. I'm Hiccup." I didn't want to give out my real name. It was even worse than 'Hiccup', amazing, I know, and even if it wasn't, everyone called me Hiccup anyways.

We didn't say anything else for a while after that. Not until Toothless finished his tin of sardines. He stared at me with his big green eyes.

"What?" His stare was getting creepy.

"Got more?" Figures.

"I have stuff for ham sandwiches?" He scrunched up his nose at me.

"Ew."

"What's wrong with ham?"

"It's ham." He snatched up the remains of the sheet and bundled it up. Scooting back along the crates until he reached the wall, laid down, and stuffed the sheet under his head. He made it pretty clear that he was going to take a nap. I just sat there kind of awkwardly. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I wasn't going home though. When I crunched loudly on a chip, his eyes flicked open long enough to give me a dry look and he rolled over so his back was towards me. I tried to finish the last few chip quietly. It wasn't long before he was asleep and even snoring a little.

Hands down, this was the strangest day I'd ever had. And yes, I was including yesterday. I never thought that I would ever have lunch with a dragon. Much less a Night Fury. It wasn't bad. Just weird. I had a feeling Toothless shared the sentiment. And it wasn't even over yet. I don't know how long I watched him, wondering what on earth I was doing, before I pulled out my sketch book and started drawing.