Okay this is my first story, I know not many like a female toothless, but this is a Male Hiccup x Female Toothless. A quick disclaimer: I do not own How to train your dragon, movie or book, and this is for enjoyment proposes.

Any Q/A will be answered before the chapter or after.

We all know the intro so skip-

"So some people lose their knife or mug, but me I lose an entire dragon." I slap a branch that was in the way. I take another step and that branch slaps me in the face. I yelp in pain, and look to the branch and see that the tree it was attached to it was broken, as if something slammed into it, perhaps the dragon. I follow it and find a grove of were something hit and plowed through the dirt. I follow it till it goes over a hill. I looked over the hill and saw, the night fury! I duck down and take another careful peek over the hill I see that the Night fury is laying there wrapped in my ropes, I pull out my knife. Not wanting to test and see if the ropes would break if the night fury thrashed around. I run behind rocks getting closer to the dragon. I round another rock and see that it is possibly passed out or dead.

"I did it, oh, man this fixes everything. I-I have brought down this mighty beast!" As I put my foot on it the dragon pushes me off. I stubble back as I see the dragon coming to. I watch as the dragon opens its eyes. Green, like mine, but regardless I must kill it. I get closer and raise my knife higher. "I'm going to kill you dragon, I'm going to kill you and take your heart and show it to my father." The dragon whines. "I'm a Viking." I shout out to the dragon only getting another whine. I take a few more breaths and raise the knife over my head. Ready to plunge it into the Night Fury. I try not to open my eyes again but I do and see the dragon looking at me, staring into my soul. I look at it for another second. I close my eyes, but it is too late. I just don't feel the need or want to kill this dragon… It looks as scared as I am… I slump to my knees and drop my knife. I can't kill a dragon, even when I have it tied down. Can a dragon be that much different than a human?

I look to the dragon up and down the body. The rear I don't pay attention to, but something tells me the dragon before me is female. I pat her side, causing the dragon to give a questioning grunt. Knowing the dragon may very well kill me. I say some stuff to maybe calm her down, "I'm sorry that I shot you down." I heard her give a questioning coo. "I don't know what you will do once you're free, but if you wish to kill me, just make it quick." She remains silent, I grab up my knife and begin to cut the ropes binding her. I don't know why but I can't leave her in these ropes to die by some wild animal's maw or by another Viking's weapon. As soon as all the load barring ropes are cut I am tackled by her. She snorts and forces me to meet her eyes. She growls as I squirm under her. She growls some more as I wiggle again. Then she gathers her breath and I hear a long roar in my ear. She then leaps away, banging against many things. I get up and take a few steps and pass out.

Okay the roar that Toothless did this time is different. More of an accept me call. She did it loud in anger, but she does come around faster in this story line than in others. There will be an M rated extra that is of a certain chapter. This will be a rated E full story. Updates will be sporadic.