AN: Hello again! Back with yet another chapter for you guys!

Song: You Got A Friend In Me from Toy Story (cheesy, right?)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything named HTTYD, sir.

Brandon's POV

I woke up to darkness, my eyes not yet opened. As I began to wake up, my eyes finally decided to open. As they did, I saw that I was lying on my bed, in my house. I saw a blurry face above mine, but I couldn't figure out who it was immediately. Suddenly, my drugged mind decided that now was a perfect time to say the stupidest and most embarrassing thing it had ever said. "M-Mom? I-Is that... you?" I mumbled. In response, I heard a reply, muffled by my drug-addled brain. My eyes slowly began to focus back in, and I made out the face better. I jumped back in my bed and hit the headboard when I realized who it was.

"FISHLEGS! JESUS!" I yelled, probably loud enough to wake up all of Berk. However, Fishlegs simply leaned back in his creaky chair at my bedside. "Whew, you're awake. Thank Thor."

"Why- Why are you-...!" I started, pale.

"In your room?" Fishlegs finished, and I gave a barely imperceptible nod in return, still shocked. "Well, I brought you back here after you passed out,"

"No thanks to you," I muttered sarcastically.

Fishlegs shot me a look as he finished his sentence. "And I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I stayed here."

"Well, I'm touched by your concern, but I'm fine. No reason to be here."

"That's just it. Hiccup... he wants me to talk to you," Fishlegs explained, not looking very happy with Hiccup's choice. To be honest, I sided with Fishlegs' opinion here. Fishlegs, however, looked like he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I simply sighed, saying, "Alright. What do you want to know?"

"What are you doing here? I mean, why are you staying with complete strangers?" Fishlegs asked.

"Cause, so far all you guys have shown me is friendliness and compassion. That's better than my old place." 'Not to mention I'm from a whole other dimension.' I thought sarcastically.

"Ok, but… I've noticed something… different from all of us. Instead of saying Gods, you say God. Your clothes aren't made of wool, like everyone else's are. You made a completely new invention in one day. See what I'm getting at here?" Fishlegs stated. I shrank in my bed, feeling like a prisoner being interrogated.

"Ah - uh - well, I… ugh. Why does this matter?" I squirmed in my bed, trying to avoid the question.

"Because, I want to know what you're hiding." Fishlegs said, stepping closer and adding a low rumble to the last few words. "Oh well, you don't have to tell me. I already know what it is." I nearly had a panic attack right there, but I had to at least try and keep my cool.

"You're from Germania, aren't you?!" Fishlegs accused. "Uh, yeah! You got me! Darn!" I rushed, grinning and thankful that Fishlegs had the wrong idea.

"Hah, I got you!" Fishlegs stated triumphantly. "Yeah, well, good job with that seeyoulaterBYE!" I sprang out of bed and sprinted out of the house, trying to put as much distance between the two of us as possible. I ran into the forest, headed to the cove. I had something to do.

When I reached the serenity of the cove, I was surprised to see the Timberjack there, sleeping on the ground peacefully. I quickly scrambled down the side of the cove, landing about 15 feet from the Timberjack. I was within range now. One wrong move, and I become human sushi. I quickly closed the gap between us. The Timberjack suddenly snorted smoke out of its nose, standing up slowly. I gulped, but straightened up and puffed out my chest. Our two pairs of eyes met once again, but this time it was different. The silent tension was gone, all of the fear and apprehension had disappeared. He snorted once again, shaking his head from side to side. He looked towards the pond, and my eyes followed his. There was a cod sitting on the bank, untouched by either Toothless or the Timberjack.

I slowly shuffled over to it, picking it up and trying my best to ignore the slimy feel and smell. I then walked back to the Timberjack, holding the cod with one hand. I stopped and faced the Timberjack. I took a deep inhale through my nose, and held out the cod, shutting my eyes. I expected black to be the last thing I ever saw. It wasn't. I reopened my eyes to see the cod in my hand gone, and I looked up to see the Timberjack licking its chops, before it started lurching around. As I stared, a sudden mass of slobber came flying at me, hitting me right in the face with a slap.

"Thanks," I muttered sarcastically, before I remembered something. Hiccup had said that this is what Toothless had done with him. I groaned, knowing what I had to do next. The Timberjack seemed to let out a dragon's version of a chuckle. I slowly picked up the half-eaten cod, and slowly brought it up to my mouth. I held my breath and took a bite as the Timberjack looked on. I gulped it down, shuddering at the slimy feeling as the fish slid down my throat.

The Timberjack stepped back a few steps and then slowly raised his wings. He brought forth yet another cry mimicking a cannon being fired, and in that moment I was reminded of another fictional animal that often struck that exact pose. I knew that he would carry the name of it the moment I thought of it.

"Phoenix."

AN: My first chapter under 1,000 words, clocking in at 973. For one of the biggest encounters between characters in the story. If this doesn't prove that I can't write emotional stuff, I don't know what does. Anyways, bye!