Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon and do not own any of the character. Halla and Ash are based on character from the movie, but have been modified for my story

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I want to warn anyone reading this story that due to school starting I may not be writing as much as I used to, but give me time and I will update I don't plan on ditching this story ever.

Halla point of view:

I had made it to Auntie's cabin with out much of a problem, but as I opened the door and peered inside the only light coming from the door I knew I was going to have to do some digging. There had to be something here that could help me with Toothless prosthetic 'if not I'm screwed' I thought shaking my head 'No I can't think like that…there will be something here I just didn't know where to start looking.' There were trunks and chest all over this room, but they were buried under material and books."Well" I muttered to myself as I stepped inside to start lighting the lanterns before closing the door behind me. "No one said this was going to be easy."

I walked over to the two trunks near the bookshelf, sat down and started rummaging. With no windows in the cabin I wasn't sure how much time I had spent digging around this room. 'Funny how a place you considered wonderland one minute become hell the next' I thought, placing the stuff I had taken out of a different chest back, only for some reason it wouldn't all fit. I strained to get it to close, but eventually I was able to latch it back up. "That's the third chest trunk I looked through" I mumbled leaning against the said item "and nothing, but amazing items…just amazing items I don't need." I got up from the spot of the floor and shuffled my way to the bed. However my foot got caught on something and I ended up falling onto the bed.

As I landed with an ungraceful flop I laid there for a moment giving my back a rest from bending. It wasn't long until I flipped over on the bed so I was facing the ceiling. I sighed as I went back to thinking of what I would need for Toothless to fly and the first thing that occurred to me was that somehow I would have to stay on top of Toothless in order to work the tail. 'Because I am not riding on the tail again' I thought, shuddering at the crash landing Toothless took.

"So I need something to make sitting on him easier." I muttered "Something like a saddle." For a moment I bit my lip trying to surpass the laughter until I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It was just to funny trying to picture Toothless with a saddle. "Oh he's going to hate me," I said, between laughs. As I started to calm down I started to swing my feet that were hanging off the bed.

"I mean I guess I could make it out of dress material if I get desperate" I grimaced "very very desperate" I muttered to myself "but it can't be helped. I can't find anything that would help me…I guess I could strip the back on every shield I can get a hold of, but that's just a little to suspicious." As my muttering got me nowhere my legs started to kick more violently in frustration.

"There has to be som-OWW," I shouted as my heel made contact with something sharp. I retracted my legs, clutching it to my chest.

"Son of a…what the hell did I hit" I asked, messaging my heel. Cautiously I lowered myself to the floor and lifted the large blankets on the bed. There was a wooden box. I grabbed the box and began to drag it out from underneath the bed. 'I'm gonna guess I hit a corner' I thought as I inspected my new find.

It was a beautifully carved wooden box from my wood I could only guess mahogany. In the center it had a carving of three bears in a circle, with different symbols decorated through out the box in a nice trim. I ran my hand over the top of the face. 'Someone put a lot of effort in this.' I thought, lifting the lid up wondering what could be inside that required such an amazing case.

What I saw inside could have made me weep to Thor himself. Inside was an old worn out saddle. I carefully lifted the saddle, which was actually pretty heavy for it being so thin, but it was a good size. "I would probably only need to strip a shield or two to get this looking as good as new" I muttered, noticing the same bear crest on the saddle as on the box. 'Just where did she go to get this' I thought noticing that with extra leather belt this could possibly fit Toothless. I grinned hugging the saddle for dear life, until I thought about Auntie's return. 'She wouldn't mind if I used her saddle would she' I thought starring at the item in question 'I mean I don't even think she's been here since she left and I doubt she would come looking for it and its not like I can ask her if I can use it.' I thought dropping the saddle back in the box. 'But that's the only thing I can actually use…there isn't enough leather on the island to make one from scratch especially with winter coming.' I thought, petting the saddle. 'But it isn't mind to use.' With a final sigh I closed the lid and slid it back under the bed.

However as I stood up I thought about how happy Toothless was in the sky and how long it would take to get him back up there without the saddle. I bit my lip taking a step towards one of the lanterns turning it off. As I walked over to the other lantern I thought 'I'm not a thief.' I blew that one out 'but I also don't go back on my promises.' As I walked to the final lantern the room getting darker and darker I stopped and sighed. Before turning off the final lantern I walked towards the box and pulled it out again. The saddle seemed to be calling my name begging for me to take it and actually use it. As I lifted the saddle I could only think 'For Toothless.'

For the billionth time I sighed trudging up the steps of my house. In the end I couldn't take saddle. 'I'm not a thief' I thought trying to convince myself that it was for the best. I got ten steps from the cabin before turning around and placing the saddle back where I found it. As I looked at the detail of the saddle and the box it obviously meant something important, a gift of some kind. 'An expensive gift' I thought mopping as I got up the stairs. 'Curse my stupid conscience ' I thought as I trudged up the stairs. I had come home to place my knives away and grab a basket of food for Toothless.

As I walked to my bedroom I paused for a second. "There is one place I haven't looked," I muttered walking towards Stoick's room. That little attic had a bunch of old things maybe I could find something there. 'It wouldn't be the saddle, but it could be something, what do I have to loose.'

I walked to my bedroom left my knives on my bed and grabbed a candle and match before heading to Stoick's room. Even though I knew Stoick wasn't going to be home anytime soon, I was still just as cautious to enter his room. I went to his closet and after being stuck and lost for a moment I was able to find the secret door. I lit the candle and made my way up the staircase. 'I mean I found out about Auntie up here. Lets see what else I can find.' I thought, looking over different labels on different boxes. I was looking for any old weapon boxes, materials, hell I'd be happy if I could find some leather clothes.

I slumped on one of the boxes wiping the sweat on my brow as I took a break. The candle was resting on a box close to me giving off a dim light. After a moment I sighed and slumped onto the ground. I had found the boxes of mom's old clothes, but didn't dare look in there I even found a couple weapon boxes, but they were all knives and axes nothing worth stripping. I sighed kicking the boxes in front of me 'at least I'm still not a thief.' I thought, kicking the boxes harder.

I didn't notice that when I kicked the box the one stacked on top of it started to sway and that final kick was enough to tip the already badly stacked box over. I didn't even have enough time to dodge as the box came hurdling at me.

"Ahhh" I shouted, trying to shove the box off of me, but it was so heavy. "What" shove "The hell" breathe and shove "just hit me" I shouted giving one last final shove successfully removing the box off my stomach.

I wrapped one arm around my painful crushed stomach and looked at the box. It didn't have a label on it, which caught my attention seeing as how most boxes were labeled. As I opened the box my mouth dropped. Inside were leather bracelets and belts.

Some I guessed were Stoick's when he was younger because the spiked covered leather bands reminded me so much of Stoick's leather like gauntlets. There were couple of what I thought was Stoick's gauntlet like bracelets and even a couple of large wide belts. I smiled looking at the all the leather. 'I could strip this and sew it back together to make a saddle. I could probably add some furs to make it comfortable for Toothless.' I thought, already dragging the box down the stairs. After I got the box downstairs I went back upstairs and dug through one of the many boxes labeled furs. Selecting a few of the smaller pelts, I grabbed my candle and went downstairs.

I dragged the box all the way to my room leaving it right next to my bed. "Alright I have a few tools around here I'm sure I could get started before heading out to meet Toothless." I muttered, grabbing my tools and sewing kit from inside my closet.

I grabbed one of my pliers and started to unwind as many bracelets as I could while pulling out the studs as best I could with out damaging the leather. By the time I was done actually unwinding and stripping the leather of all its studs it was already sunset.

I sighed leaning against my bed frame as I looked at the pile of usable leather beside me. I smiled to myself 'I can definitely make something out of this' I thought, getting out of bed stretching. 'As much as it sucks maybe I'll just spend some time with Toothless and head back to finish the saddle…uhh that means I have to sleep in my own bed.' I thought with a pout, but as I looked at the pile of leather on the floor I knew it would be worth it. So I ran down the stairs as quick as I could, heading towards the food shed before rushing into the forest with a smile on my face, different ideas and styles of saddles running through my head.