This chapter kicked my ass so hard. Gosh. It was ridiculous. This feels like the longest chapter I've ever written! For this story it probably was. 10 pages for once. I never use that many pages. I'm usually too lazy. But actually, you'll notice after the very first meeting stuff starts to be different than the movie. I'm probably going to sound cheesy here, but I feel the scene with Toothless and Hiccup drawing is too beautiful for me to put into words. Therefore I did not attempt to. I believe the music and animation fit so well for that scene it made it wonderful. I can not find the strength nor the words to even attempt to write that. So I improvised and just thought about some things they didn't touch in the movie. Such as when Hiccup actually named Toothless, Toothless. Woo hoo! Anyway, it's a lot longer than the other chapters have been. I am now very sleepy. Ugh. But thank you. I hope you enjoy.

-Ash

Disclaimer: I don't own this. Boo.

I paced around the cove slowly. "Here dragon, dragon, dragon!" I called.

There was a faint growling behind me, a snort, and hot air on my back. I flinched and cautiously spun towards the dark creature. Its eyes were narrowed slits once again. I anxiously attempted to give the dragon the cod in my hand. It began to open its mouth but then backed away suddenly, glaring at me. I paused cocking a brow at him before remembering the fact that I had a Swiss Army knife tucked in my pocket. I reached for it, slowly taking it out. The dragon gazed at it in wonder, but when I made the poor decision to flick out the blade he sneered viciously. I stuffed the blade back into its hiding place and threw it out into the wilderness behind me.

I have another one at home, it doesn't matter anyway. I thought.

The dragon stared at me wide-eyed. He tucked his wigs back and slowly moved towards me as I held out the fish once again. His maw was large but I noticed something different. There were no teeth, only gums with holes.

"Huh, toothless... I could've sworn you had-" The words hadn't completely left my mouth before teeth shot out of the holes in his gums and he had digested the fish, "-teeth."

The dragon began creeping towards me, I toppled back, "No, no, no. I don't have anymore." His eyes rolled back and he began making a gagging sound. Was he regurgit-? The bottom half of the fish landed in my lap. I groaned, "Ugh..."

The dragon stared at me intently. I awkwardly glanced around, holding the bottom half of the fish in my lap. He glanced down at it then back to me. I followed his gaze then back up, I sighed. Taking a bit I glanced up at him, hoping he'd look away so I could spit it out. He only gulped, implying I should swallow. I made a noise implying "are you kidding me?". Then groaned and gagged as forced it down. The dragon stuck out his tongue and I grinned at him. He then turned up his lips, attempting to smile himself. I paused, and then slowly tried to reach for his snout. His teeth appeared as he growled then took off to the other side of the cove.

I followed the dragon as he lay down in a pile of burnt grass he had created. I sat down next to him and he glared at me wrapping his tail around his frame. As I went to touch it, he removed his tail gazing at me. I quickly spun on my heel, walking towards the water.

As I sat on a rock drawing in my sketch pad, the dragon creeped behind me, looking over my shoulder. I paused a moment before turning to him, "You see that? It's you." I held the sketch pad up for him to see. I had drawn him from above, his wigs spread all the way down to his one finned tail. One fin. That's it!

My eyes widened in realization, "You can't fly because you're missing a tail-fin!" I spun towards the dragon, though it was startled by my rash action. "You're stuck here, aren't you?" The dragon purred and gazed at me.

I grinned, "That's it then! I'll help you. But if we're going to be friends, you'll need a name. I'm Hiccup." The dragon seemed to understand what I was saying as he gazed at me.

"What's a good name for a dragon? How about 'Toothless'? You know, because you can retract your teeth!" The dragon shook his tail and yipped at me.

"It's settled then! You're Toothless!" Toothless wagged his tail more and purred.

But when I reached to pet him he growled lowly. I sighed and slowly turned my back to him. I gazed down at the ground as I reached my hand slowly towards Toothless' face. I stopped shortly in front of his snout. There was nothing but then I felt warm scales against my hand. I flinched then slowly looked up at him. Toothless moved back, snorted, and flew away. I sat there in shock and amazement.

Did that really just happen?

I scurried down the hall to get to my first class. I had stayed out until sunset with Toothless and I didn't get home in time before my father got home. He scolded me and made me do extra chores which took me until 1:00 AM to finish. I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow, meaning I didn't set my alarm. I woke up when I heard Gobber honking the bus horn out front. I ran out there in my pajamas, luckily I'm the first one he picks up, and explained to him what had happened. He told me to hurry up and he'd come back for me when he picked up the other kids. Of course, none of them had known where I lived, you'd think they'd put two and two together since they knew my father was the mayor. When I got on the bus finally, I told Gobber I'd have to tutor Astrid again today and he agreed to come back and get me later because he had to get things in town anyway. I was getting awkward questions asked to me while I was trying to doodle. They asked about what it was like living there, where the people nice, and did I get whatever I wanted. I did my best to answer their questions. The last one just getting a direct 'no' answer. When we finally arrived at the school, of course I couldn't get my locker to open until my math teacher saw me and banged on it just the right way to open it. As soon as I thanked him and he walked away, I opened the door, only to have all my crap fall onto the floor. I groaned and shoved all my art supplies back into my locker as I got the necessary books need and put away the unneeded ones. Now we're back to the part where I was about to vomit bile out of my throat from running so hard to get to my class. Why did it have to be half way across the campus? I burst into the building, panting like mad. I gulped and calmed my heart rant as I tip-toed into the room. The bell rang right as I did. Wow, the only lucky thing that had happened to me this morning so far. I made my way to my seat, taking out my book and placing it on my desk. I then exhaled in relief that something had finally gone right.

I then felt something hit me in the back of the head. I grunted and turned, seeing a balled up piece of paper on the floor. I picked it up and began to read its contents:

"Haddock.

Today in art tutoring can we please do something other than paint lines?

I'd really like to see more of your artwork.

Don't you dare tell anyone though! I'll kill you!

Astrid."

I blinked then cocked a brow then spun my head towards her. She glanced at me then turned her head quickly away. I sighed, replying to her with a 'Maybe' and throwing it back towards her.

Soon after, class started though I was too busy thinking about Toothless to focus. Don't they have different types of dragons? I wonder what kind Toothless even is. I really want to know now. At free period I'll just have to go to the library to find out. I've used the books in there to inspire drawings of other dragons I've drawn. I've never seen one like Toothless, but I probably haven't looked very hard.

I searched through the stacks, not paying attention to what I was doing. Maybe there was a book on different dragon classes or something. I was then when I was lost in my thoughts that I rammed into something large. I fell back on my back and groaned.

"Oh. Sorry."

I gazed up above me, it was Franklin AKA Fishlegs. I have no idea how he got that nickname or why. Considering...fish don't even have legs.

I stood and brushed myself off, "No biggy, it's cool."

"You're into dragons too?" Fishlegs asked me wide-eyed.

"Um, sort of I guess. I really like to draw them. I was just trying to figure out what kinds to draw." I lied smoothly. I kind of wasn't a lie, because I did like to draw dragons. But that wasn't the reason I was looking for books.

"Oh! Really! I would love to see some! I can't pretty much tell you any type of dragon!"

My eyes widened, "Really?"

He nodded vigorously and headed over to a table. I followed behind him and opened my sketch pad. Fishlegs flipped through the pages naming off dragons, "Gronkle, Hideous Zippleback, Whispering Death. Oh! You did a wonderful job capturing the Deadly Nadder's scales."

I glanced away, "Thanks?"

"These are really great; you captured these dragons so beautifully."

"Um, so, how'd you get into dragons so much?" I asked.

"Well my friends and I play Dungeons and Dragons all the time. Then I've played a few dragon related video games. So then I decided to really get into dragons and research the mythical species. They claim they lived back in the Viking ages." Fishlegs explained.

"Interesting." I replied as I turned to the page of Toothless and held it up, "Can you tell me what type this is?"

Fishlegs' eyes widened, "No. I've never seen that species before. Where'd you find a picture of it? Or did you design it yourself?"

"No, I just saw it in some dragon book."

"Really? I've read every dragon book in this library."

"Well, it wasn't here exactly..."

Fishlegs placed a hand on his chin, "Hmm, there is one species that I don't know what it looks like. But no one does, so I don't know how you could possibly find a picture of it."

"What is it?" I asked anxiously.

"It's called a Night Fury, only one person had lived to see one. He was a young boy and somehow befriended it. But he was banished by his own father and village because the Vikings were the dragon's enemies. Later on the Vikings regretted their decision but the boy was long gone. Therefore, none of the villagers found out what a Night Fury looked like. The only description that is known is the one the boy gave to his father. It was pure black, with smooth scales, and green cat-like eyes."

"That sounds just like Toothless." I murmured in awe.

Fishlegs cocked his head, "What was that?"

I shook my head quickly, "Nothing, nothing. Thanks Franklin, you've been a lot of help."

"You can just call me Fishlegs, everyone does." He replied.

"Fine, Fishlegs then. You can call me Hiccup." I said as I took off out of the library. Free-period was almost over and I had finally figured out what type of dragon Toothless was. He was a Night Fury. Now I can look it up and find out how dangerous of a situation I've gotten myself into here.

I stared off into space during art class. That is...until Astrid punched me in the arm.

I grimaced, "Ow."

"Pay attention, Haddock. You'll have to explain this shit to me later." She sneered.

I rolled my eyes, "Always the charmer, Astrid."

Ms. Abby grinned and spoke up, "Maybe he doesn't have to pay attention, Astrid. He was so amazing they moved him up to advanced art last year. But he had to take it again to get another art credit for this year."

Astrid puffed out her cheeks, "Then why can't he move up to 11th grade art?"

"Because he has to take 10th grade art to get the credit. Plus, there were only five people in advanced art last year. Hiccup was the youngest, the rest were all seniors. We had no one besides Hiccup good enough for that class this year, so they had to drop it so I could teach another 9th grade class."

I just grinned at Ms. Abby as Astrid huffed and blew a blonde bang out of her face.

"Now, Hiccup, you know how to draw with chalk pastels don't you?"

I smirked, "Why yes, of course."

"Well, why don't you draw one of your lovely dragon portraits for us, considering you already know how?"

I placed a hand on my chest and glanced around, "Me?" I pretended to be astonished, "Well if you insist, Ms. Abby."

"I do, insist."

I stepped over to the pastel box, "My pleasure, my lady."

Ms. Abby smirked and quirked a brow as I took a pastel and began sketching Toothless out on the paper. I smiled gently as I thought about the creature. He was going to be the only friend I had, besides Ms. Abby and maybe Gobber. As I finished I backed away from it, wiping the colorful chalk onto my blue-jeans. They would get food on them at lunch anyway. I did pause to look down and check, making sure my green t-shirt wasn't stained with bright colors. And black, considering that's what I colored Toothless.

"Thank you Hiccup, any other comments to make about your art tutor, Ms. Hofferson?"

Astrid huffed out air, just as Tuffnut began to speak, "That loser is your art tutor? Is that where you were yesterday? Hanging here painting with this nerd?"

I rolled my eyes, "I disagree with that statement. Artist could make more money selling one painting then you softball players could make playing a few games."

Ruffnut stood quickly, slamming her fists on the table, "I wasn't even talking to you, Haddock!"

I snorted, "Yeah, but the comment was directed towards me. We're in America. I can defend myself as long as it doesn't involve anything illegal."

I don't know what put me in the mood to ask for a beating. But I surely must've wanted to die. Luckily, for some reason, Astrid was on my side. She sighed, "Leave him alone Ruffnut. He's right."

Her eyes seem to almost bulge out her skull, "What!"

"Just leave him alone, okay? I don't feel like cleaning his blood off the floor."

I put a hand over my heart and gasped, "Really Astrid? That's so thoughtful of you!"

She rolled her eyes but then smirked at me, "We'll see how thoughtful I stay, right Hiccup?"

"I guess we will."

"Please."

"Astrid! Ms. Abby told me to teach you how to paint plants. That's what we're going to do! Jeez!"

"But I like watching you paint and stuff!"

I hung my head, this is the first time I've ever had a girl all over me, and it was only because she wanted to watch me paint. I sighed, "Maybe some other time when you start to make As."

She groaned and crossed her arms. She dropped down to her seat in a huff and crossed her legs as well.

"Um... I'm sorry?"

"Just teach me so we can get this over with."

"Right..."

Astrid actually did start cooperating after a little while. She actually started laughing when I made jokes about how her trees looked like half eaten lollipops. And she smiled when I told her that they were starting to get better.

She sighed, "I still don't like you. But I like you more than I did yesterday."

I raised my eyebrows, "I'll take that. I'm flattered."

Astrid smiled and chuckled a little. She looked at her canvas then back to mine, "You've really inspired me when it comes to art. You've showed me that someone that isn't even that popular still has talent."

I blinked in surprise, my jaw dropping as I gaped at her.

She glanced away awkwardly, "You're gonna catch flies, Haddock..."

I shook my head, "Sorry, you just really surprised me."

"I can be nice if I feel like." She shrugged.

"Are you bipolar or something?"

The blonde turned her head swiftly towards me, her braid hitting the other side of her face, "What?"

I gazed at her, "One minute you act like you hate me and act like I'm nothing more than the bug guts on the sole of your shoe. Then the next minute you act like I'm you're friend. But then you're back to me being the squished bug."

"I'm sorry I treat you like scum. But you can be a real smart-ass that is as annoying as hell. But then you can occasionally be nice and make me laugh. Actually, I was trying not to laugh when you pissed off Ruffnut today. She can get really irritating sometimes. She's still my best friend though." She sighed, "Though she does hang out with a crowd I'd prefer not to be around. Mainly her brother and his loser best friend."

"You mean Terrence and Samuel?"

"Tuffnut and Snotlout, yeah." Astrid replied.

"Snotlout, as you call him, is my cousin. And I'm the one who gave him that nick-name."

She snickered as she began to smooth her paint brush across her canvas, "Really? It's kind of a gross nickname."

"Yeah, now that I think about it, how come you don't have a nick-name? Almost everyone in school does. But you don't..." I mentioned as I too began to paint again.

"I dunno, but back to Snotlout. He annoys me, even though everyone thinks I should date him because he's the football quarter back. I could honestly care about football though." She snorted.

I cocked a brow and paused, "What kind of guy do you like then?"

She tilted her head to the side in thought, "I guess someone who can make me smile and laugh. Someone who has more on his plate than just sports I guess. Someone who has different types of talents."

"I only have two; I guess that counts me out." I grumbled.

"What's your other talent?"

"I craft stuff, like... I guess you could say I'm like a black smith."

She nodded, absorbed in the task of painting flowers, that seemed to get better with every stroke she did. Astrid spoke up again, "That's interesting. I see more muscle build guys having that kind of job."

I held up an arm, jabbing where my muscle should be, "Hey! It's there! It just jiggles right now!"

Astrid snorted as she let out a laugh, nearly spilling her paint in the process.

I grinned, thinking that I've finally done something right. But what Astrid made me flinch, "So Hiccup, what other kind of secrets do you have up your sleeve?"

"Um..." I glanced around anxiously, "You'd think I was crazy."

Astrid shook her head, "I already think you're crazy, but if you don't want to tell me that's fine. Anyway, aren't we done?" She asked gesturing to her canvas.

I paused then nodded, "Yeah, you get better and better each time. Soon enough you'll be even better than me!"

She merely shook her head, "No one is better than you are Hiccup."

I felt my face heat slightly, probably making my freckle-filled face look even brighter. I sucked in a breath, "Thanks... I'm flattered."

Astrid waved me goodbye and stammered out the door. I stood up glancing over at both canvases. What just happened?

"Toothless! I brought you food!" I called out into the cove carrying a small basket of fish.

My dragon scampered over to me quickly, ready for his meal. I grinned and dropped the wooden basket in front of him. Toothless' tail shimmied quickly and he dug into his food.

I tip-toed over to his tail and pulled out a measuring tape. I measured the length and width of the dragon's tail. I would help fix this, even though I don't know how it happened. But he's a mythical creature out in a world full of new modern technology. Who knows what could've happened. There could even be dragon hunters for all I knew. I would protect my new friend, no matter what.

I wrote the measurements in my sketch pad as I turned my attention back to Toothless. I smiled and talked to him for a little while. He lay down next to a rock and I sat against the warm being. I actually started talking to him about Astrid.

"I dunno, she makes me kind of nervous. But I don't think I should like her."

Toothless cocked his head at me.

"I guess she is kind of cute though. But she is really aggressive too. She's like overly aggressive. I'm afraid if I say something wrong she'll break my nose."

Toothless' face grew un-amused.

"I know! I know! I shouldn't like a girl because she looks pretty. I should like her because she's nice and makes me happy, right?" I turned my head back up at him.

The dragon nodded at me and it was then I remembered what I discovered today. I gasped and Toothless flinched and gazed at me wondering what happened.

"I found out what type of dragon you are! You're a Night Fury aren't you? That makes you special doesn't it?"

Toothless licked his lips and wagged his large tail again.

"Ha! I was right! I'm different too, so that makes us just a like doesn't it?" I grinned.

Toothless purred affectionately and nudged me before licking my cheek. I laughed pushing his face away, "Jeez! Your breath reeks!" Toothless didn't care though he just kept licking away at my face as if he were trying to lick my freckles away.

I rubbed the back of his ear, "Don't worry Toothless. We'll learn a lot more about each other soon. I promise."