Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD. I do not even own the Bog-Burglars! That stroke of "creativity" was thanks to Cressida Cowell, the best author EVER!

Author's Note: Almost at 100 reviews! How did that happen? I just realized how many grammatical errors I have in this story and it makes me want to punch myself in the face. For that I am incredibly terribly sorry. I swear to you I'm not really that stupid. The updates are becoming really inconsistent. Forgive me.

The sun was setting by the time Hiccup found anyone, but they weren't very willing to help. Astrid had stopped howling in pain and Hiccup asked Toothless to carry her on his back. Her silence made Hiccup scared that she was beyond all hope.

The village wasn't far inland. It was about the size of Berk. As Hiccup had expected, he was the only human with a dragon. For that reason, the Bog-Burglars, if that was who they were, were not very accommodating. They took one look at Toothless and stumbled off in surprise.

Hiccup turned around in despair of being turned down for the forty-ninth time. His expression immediately changed to shock: he was being held at sword point by a glowering female Viking a head shorter than he was, wearing a fierce expression to match her wild blonde hair.

"AH!" He said in surprise.

"Who are you, stranger? Are you a Visithug?"

"No," he choked out, "I'm from the Isle of Berk. I am Hiccup."

She chuckled. "Hiccup? What a horrible name. You say you're from Berk? I don't believe it. If you really are from Berk, your people banished us many generations ago. Those fools believed we fell of the earth. Why do you dare come here?"

"I am from Berk. I was escaping it, as a matter of fact." Hiccup tried to remain calm. He didn't know whether or not to take this small blonde kid seriously.

"Escaping because you were the smallest excuse for a Viking I've ever seen?" She taunted.

"No." Hiccup said patiently, "Everyone in my village was after me because I befriended this dragon."

Her eyes widened and her grip on the sword loosened as if she didn't believe it. Hiccup sighed. This was the longest conversation he'd had with anyone on this island. She was going to leave too. To his surprise, she didn't. She stared from Toothless to Hiccup in admiration. "Did you- I mean- Did you really- I know this sounds crazy, but did you figure out how to-" She whispered, "-train a dragon?"

"Yes…"

The small blonde girl stood there, amazed.

"I'd love to stand here and calmly talk about this, but I have a favor to ask you. You're the only person with whom I've had a legitimate conversation. My fiancée, Astrid," he gestured to her limp body on Toothless, "is very unwell. One of her legs is bleeding so horribly. I'm not much of a healer-"

The small blonde girl returned her sword to its scabbard, "Say no more. Come with me."

Hiccup looked dubiously at Toothless. Was this girl to be trusted? She had held him at sword point upon first sight. He knew people like that all too well, and they had tried to kill him, his dragon, and his fiancée. But she had reacted to Toothless much differently than the others had. It was almost as if she had been waiting for someone like Hiccup to come along.

Toothless nodded. Hiccup took a deep breath and followed the girl down the hill.

"Wait, who are you? Where are we going?" Hiccup asked.

"My name is Camicazi. We're going to my mother. We have to tell her that you trained a dragon."

"But what about Astrid?" He asked worriedly.

Camicazi sighed and stopped in her tracks. "If you really care about your girlfriend that much," –Hiccup blushed, wishing Astrid truly was his girlfriend- "I'll see to her first."

Hiccup gingerly lifted her either asleep or unconscious body off of Toothless and handed it to Camicazi. "Take good care of her."

"Don't worry. I'm almost as good at healing as I am at sword fighting, which I'm spectacular at, if I do say so myself." She said proudly.

"Thank you, Camicazi." He said gratefully, "Would you mind if Toothless and I waited for her? I want to make sure she's alright."

"Of course you can't: you have to see my mother first." She started off in a different direction.

"But-" Hiccup protested.

"You are our only hope of stopping the dragon raids. You have them on Berk, too. You know what they're like. You have no idea how much my mother would want to hear this. She had that crazy idea not too long ago. If you show you what you've done, she will finally have revenge on those damn Horrendous Haddocks." Camicazi said.

Hiccup's stomach did a summersault. He gulped. "The Horrendous Haddocks of Berk?"

"You bet."

His heartbeat sped up. "But-" He wanted nothing to do with anyone who wanted revenge on the Horrendous Haddocks. "Can't I just talk to the chief? The idea of being kind to dragons would spread much further and much faster if I spoke directly to your chief."

Camicazi shook her head. "You don't understand. My mother is the chief of the Bog-Burglars."