It was the middle of the night. Hiccup was at his house. He couldn't really sleep, so he snuck downstairs to get a midnight snack.
The house wasn't really small, but at the same time it wasn't big either. It laid on the far end of town, close to the forest and a slight distance from the closest neighbors.
When you walk in the front door to your right is the staircase going up, and to your left is the living room. If you continue in the little hallway you'll go past the closet and enter the kitchen. Past the kitchen was the dining room, and to the right was the door to the basement, a bathroom, and the door to the garage. The basement was rather plain, entirely made of concrete and only contained a washer and dryer.
If you go upstairs, immediately to the right was the door to Stoic's room. His room was immense and had its own bathroom. To the left was a hallway, which when you followed you would go past a bathroom and come upon the other two bedrooms.
The smaller room was hardly ever touched. It was the guest room, but there were never any guests. Once a week, Hiccup had to go in there and remove all the dust from lack of use. Stoic had his own office at the fire station, so he didn't need the room.
The larger room belonged to Hiccup. It only had a bed, a desk, and whatever mess occupied the floor. More often than not, millions of notes were scattered across the desk and fell onto the floor. On the floor was a mix of clothes and notes. The only thing he ever kept clean was his bed.
The house was old. When Hiccup sneaked downstairs, he had to be careful about the creaking floorboards. Tonight though, Stoic had the night shift at the fire house and would be staying there.
Will he rummaged through the fridge in the darkness, Hiccup heard a crash from outside. Accompanying it was a voice screaming "Holy fu—"
Instead of being sleepy, he was now wide awake. Silently he closed the fridge, threw on some shoes, and walked outside quickly. He could still hear the voice, now hissing swears. When Hiccup turned the corner he saw someone hanging in a net.
Hiccup had completely forgotten. Sometimes he laid traps around his house, usually when his dad had the night shift, trying to see if any of the dragons would wander into one. However, he only caught stray wild life from the forest, never an actual person.
He aimed the light at the person and asked, "Who are you?"
"What the-?!" They exclaimed, startled, "Well who the fuck are you?"
"Hey, I asked you first," complained Hiccup.
"Yeah, well I asked you second. Not to mention the fact that I am hanging from a motherfucking tree right now. So who the fuck are you?" Hiccup could somewhat see the person holding onto the net and peering down at him.
"I'm Hiccup."
"Wow, lovely name." Hiccup tell without seeing him that the person in the net was rolling their eyes. "Now get me out of this god damn tree before I set it on fire." Hiccup could also tell that the person was squirming around, trying to get out.
"Wait, set it on fire? A you one of the dragons?" Hiccup realized, wide eyed.
The person stopped squirming. "Look I'm not a Dragon the Dragon. But seriously get me the fuck out of this tree. You have barbed wire or some shit tangled in this god forsaken net, and it is cutting my foot off. Literally. So get me the hell out of here before I bleed to death."
Hiccup was frozen for a second. He was utterly shocked. At first he didn't know what to do.
After a moment Hiccup decided to let him out of the tree. When the net fell a loud thump was soon followed by a loud groan. "Dude that really didn't help with the foot thing. Can you get this untangled? It's heavy as fuck and I can't really move."
Hiccup went to work untangling the net. The person laid silently in a puddle of blood. He could hardly tell if they were sleeping, unconscious, or just really quiet. "So, what am I supposed to call you?" Hiccup asked.
Their eyes snapped open, "What? Did you not get the message? I'm the god damn Night Fury. Although, if you do prefer, some people call me Toothless and others call me Nico."
"Your name is Nico?"
He snorted. "No. Apparently I look like some guy named Nico de Angelo from some crazy ass book series about Greek gods. I have no intention of giving my name to the likes of you. Names are a little more powerful than people let on."
"So why do people call you Toothless? You do have teeth, right?"
He shuffled awkwardly. "Once, when I was in the first grade, I knocked out all of my baby teeth at once. I only had three teeth. Name kinda… stuck. Are—are you almost finished? I can't really feel my foot anymore." By now the Night Fury's breath seemed labored and the puddle of blood was a little bigger.
Hiccup hurried to untie the remainder of the net. He pulled the mass off of the Night Fury and reached to help him up.
"Get your hand the fuck away from me." He was glaring at Hiccup furiously. "I can get myself up, thank you very much."
The Night Fury started to get up. When he put weight on his left foot he hissed. Hiccup reached out again, but the Night Fury glared again and continued to stand. "If I pass out, you're catching me, got it?"
"Uh… Yeah," replied Hiccup, cautiously watching. The Night Fury leaned on the nearby tree and huffed, "Do you know… how much blood… someone can lose… before they pass out? Because I'm cutting it close. I swear… if I lose my foot to this shit…" He groaned and clenched his forehead. "I sure hope you got some big ass band aids." And then he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Hello, this is Sarah. I just want to say thanks for reading my story. Any and all reviews (good and bad) are welcome.
Whenever I pictured a human Toothless all I can ever think of is that he would look like Nico de Angelo from the Percy Jackson series, thus I made it so in this story. I didn't go into detail about his appearance because it's supposed to be dark, so Hiccup can't really see him.
Anyways, I hope to update soon. Until then, have a wonderful life. :)