A/n: Suggestion from Angela. Bit of a warning: I've never actually watched the Sorcerer's Apprentice, so all my knowledge of it comes from the clips I could get from the internet and a vague and ultimately unhelpful wiki page. So if the characters seem a bit OOC, it's 'cause watching the trailers isn't exactly the same as watching the real thing.
But I tried, and therefore no one can criticise me. (That's a lie feel free to rant to avenge your butchered characters.)

Honestly, Dave had no idea what was going on. That weird guy - Balthazar, or something - had barrelled into his life, messed everything up, and decided that he was going to become the best sorcerer in, like, ever. Which he was cool with. Fine, make him part of the crazy world of magic. Really, it all looked pretty wicked anyway. But was dumping him in the middle of the ocean really necessary?

What did it even have to do with his training? Was he supposed to do some magic and get himself out of there? Because he had no clue how, and he was pretty sure Balthazar knew that, after his pathetic attempts at magic thus far. Mind you, it might not have been intentional. That would explain all the cursing his mentor's panicked rush to grab his hand and yank him out of the weird portal doo-dad.

As he yelled these thoughts into the sky, he caught the attention of a passing dragon.

Dave wasn't sure whether or not to be concerned at the fact that he wasn't shocked at this development.

The dragon flew down to his level, and it was revealed that a stereotypical Viking sat on it.

"You're not Hiccup." the Viking said. An astute observation.

"No, I - I'm Dave."

"Well, you sound like Hiccup. Maybe you're related..." Before Dave could assure the Viking that he was almost certain he didn't have any Viking relatives, (though who knew? Maybe he did.) the dragon-riding man had started rambling on about long-lost brothers and how cool that was. "I'll take you to meet him!" he eventually decided, and Dave was plucked up in the dragon's claws as the Viking flew away.

So Dave was grabbed by a dragon and paraded around Berk, by a Viking that he soon discovered was called Snotlout. Each name he discovered seemed to be trying to outdo all the others by sheer force of ridiculousness. He still hadn't been let out of the dragon's grip, either, which was pretty scary considering its tendency to flame up at random.

"You wouldn't happen to know where New York is, would you?" Dave asked. It was a long shot, but he might just get an answer -

"Yeah!" Snotlout confirmed happily. Finally, a way out! "It's in another universe! I've totally been there. Nice place; lots of chicks."

Dave thought that it might be cool to be in another universe - the science behind the idea would probably be fascinating - if not for the fact that he had pretty much no way out now.

"I swear, when I get back to Balthazar, I'm gonna kill him." Dave grumbled.

"I'd like to see you try."

Dave perked up at the sorcerer's voice, struggling in the dragon's clawed grip to try and look towards the source of the noise.

"I'll be taking him," Balthazar told Snotlout, waving his hands and doing another of his cool magic tricks to free Dave.

"But Hiccup's only just arrived!" the Viking protested, pointing over to the crowd, where a one-legged man was forcing his way through.

"That's Hiccup?" Dave wondered, just as Hiccup asked: "What's going on here?"

Well, Snotlout was right, they did sound similar.

"We were just leaving." Balthazar said with forced politeness, opening up a swirling portal identical to the one Dave had first been dragged through.

"Uh... bye..." Dave said with an awkward wave as he let his magical mentor lead him back into his own world.