You may call me Freya.

The goddess of love, beauty, and war, mistress of fallen soldiers, lady of Folkvangr. "Amazing." I whispered. Then the news really began to sink in. I was on Berk. I was on Berk! "This is amazing!" I cried joyfully.

A startled bird squawked and flew out of a tree. Oops! I laughed again, much more quietly. Freya said I can't let anyone find me. And this is a populated island. Quickly, I scooped up the white feather and bead at my feet. "And I need to keep these safe. Oh!" I reached for the pendant at my neck. It was just a blue glass bead hanging on a wire, but it would do the trick. I opened the clasp and dropped the bit of amber onto the wire, then poked a hole through the feather's quill end and closed the clasp and tucked the necklace under my shirt. They'd be safe there.

I stretched, looking around. What to do now? I'd definitely need to find some new clothes. If a Viking did happen to spot me, I didn't need to explain what Pikachu was doing on my shirt. I might have to steal something...actually, I'll definitely need to, but I can't do that standing here. I supposed I could explore. Without anything better to do, I began walking through the forest. According to Freya, there were two other girls on different islands that I would meet in a few days. We had a week before the raid where Hiccup was destined to shoot down Toothless, and had to stay hidden until then. Freya had also said something about other companions. What had that meant? This was the How To Train Your Dragon universe, so...could that have meant a dragon? I froze, thinking. Was I really that lucky?

That had to be it! How could I help change this world without the very thing that defined it? So let's see...there are Gronckles, Deadly Nadders, Zipplebacks, and Monstrous Nightmares...none of them seem right.I started walking again. The sun would be going down very soon, but the forest was thick. I'd be able to find shelter without much trouble. Well, it doesn't seem like I'm heading towards the village. The trees were only getting taller, and the undergrowth thicker. At one point, I found a stream, and stopped so I could drink some of the cold, clear water. But when I leaned over and saw my reflection in the water, I jumped back in shock. What was wrong with me? Surely it was just the motion of the stream distorting my reflection, right? It had to be. I cupped my hands and brought some of the water closer to me, but paused to take a careful look at myself.

This wasn't right at all! The freckles on my nose were way more obvious than they should have been, and my skin actually had a tan. My curly hair looked like a ginger tornado, something I hoped nobody would ever see. Why, I hadn't looked like this since middle school! I look thirteen again! In high school I hadn't made the swim team, so I'd actually been able to straighten my hair, and my numerous freckles had faded. That was when I really started to write fanfiction. It was also...

"When I saw the movie for the first time! That explains it!" Right now, I would be just a bit younger than Hiccup and the other teen vikings. So if and when I met them, it would probably be easier to talk. It's still kind of odd, though. Freya isn't any kind of age goddess, so she shouldn't have been able to turn back the clock. Maybe she wasn't the only deity in on this plan.

I could brainstorm ideas like that when I met whoever else had been brought here. Now I needed to take care of myself. I reached down to the stream again and actually drank the water this time, then stood and continued walking.

There was a growl somewhere in the distance. I must be far enough from the village that there are some dragons about. I realized. I would need to be careful now. I continued walking, but slower than before. I listened hard, trying to identify what animals were lurking around.

There were many birds singing to the sunset. Crickets and other bugs began to make their nightly noises as well. It must be summer. I realized. But that should have been obvious from the start. My sock covered feet thudded softly against the ground as it changed from grass to dirt to stone. Sunlight hit my face abruptly. I blinked, and at once noticed the reason for the increase in light. The trees all around me had been cut clean through. Many trunks were lying there, some old and some new. They weren't cut down for wood. So why destroy the trees in the first place?

The growl sounded again, much louder this time. I must have approached the dragon without knowing it. But where could it be? I tiptoed through the shredded clearing. If I stained my ears, I could hear measured breathing. The dragon must have been asleep. It's always a bad idea to wake a sleeping predator. Though the clearing was open to the sky, I could see that the day was rapidly fading.

Suddenly the breathing stopped, and there was a huge rustle off to my left. I tried to find the dragon that I was sure made it, but the forest was too thick and the light was terrible. I stopped walking, not wanting to accidentally run into the beast. I could hear it moving through the bushes nearby, it was very close.

There was a hot breath, right down the back of my neck. Damn, it's right behind me, isn't it? But the dragon didn't try to eat me. It was probably wondering why I hadn't already attacked, or what I was doing on its territory. The dragon made a curious cooing noise, and I felt it nose my back lightly. I stumbled a bit, and slowly turned to face the beast, arms out to show I had no weapons on me.

This dragon was huge! It had a triangular head and two large horns on either side, with light brown scales and enormous leathery wings. It didn't seem to have any limbs, but was propped up on it's wings, both of which had a sharp looking talon at the joint. Actually, the entire leading edge of the wings gleamed like polished bronze swords.

"You're a Timberjack." I breathed, gazing at the magnificent beast in wonder. For a while we just stared at each other, yellow eyes into brown. I'd looked these creatures up once when I was writing a story. They were solitary, but peaceful things, and deadly when angered. "I won't hurt you. I'm not a viking." Let's go for the cliche, I thought, averting my eyes and reaching a hand out towards the dragon's face just as Hiccup had done to Toothless in the movie.

The Timberjack crooned and touched its nose to my palm. Yes! It worked. I looked back to the dragon, and found it had gotten even closer - its face was inches from my own! It seemed to be waiting for something. On a random impulse, I took the necklace out from under my shirt. The dragon's eyes widened in excitement. It reached even closer and touched the amber bead with its nose. And the bead lit up! For a moment the thing shone bright white, and then it went back to normal. the dragon seemed to like this very much. I smiled at it, a little bit confused, and tentatively petted its head. That got me the reptilian equivalent of a purr.

"You're my friend now, eh? I suppose I could get used to that. My name is Hazel." As I introduced myself, a chilly wind blew through the Timberjack's clearing. "Huh. I guess I was walking longer than I thought."

The sun had finally set while I was observing my new companion. I shivered, it was getting cold out pretty quickly. The dragon took note of this and crooned. It raised itself up on its wings and took a few steps until it was standing right above me. The beast curled around me so that its wings made a tent - a freaking tent! How smart was this thing?

"Thank you." I patted the dragon's head, which was now tucked inside its wings with me, laying on the ground. "You're being pretty nice to a stranger." I sat down on the grass and stared at the Timberjack, thinking. "If we're going to be together, I need to give you a name. Let's see, obvious, Mary-Sue, sappy, badass, normal...I don't even know what you are! How can I name you like that?

I scanned the dragon's snakelike body but found no identifying marks because it was, well, snakelike. "Are you a girl or a boy?" I asked the dragon sarcastically. It crooned twice, like the second choice, the second one. "Wait, you understand me? You're male?" The dragon grunted appreciatively. "All right then, let's go with something badass. Most of the people on Berk name things for their appearance. We can start there, maybe with your wings. Hmm...Steel-edge, no...there are a lot of birches here, maybe Birchfall? Nah, you aren't a cat. Razorwing? I like the sound of that one."

The Timberjack didn't suddenly agree, but neither did he protest. "Razorwing it is, then."

I hope we get to go on lots of adventures together, my friend. This is only the beginning.

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