Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon, and knowing my luck, I probably never will. All rights go to the author of the books, Cressida Cowell and the company that made the much-loved films and series, Dreamworks. This fanfiction has a modern AU.

A week after his first callout, Hiccup received a phone call from the same director. "Hiccup, thank goodness I finally got hold of you!" they panted. "Toothless is bugging a visiting actor who happens to be a real bigshot in the field! All the poor guy wants to do is eat a sandwich! We need your help in subduing Toothless or the whole set will be ruined! It could even be worse than that - my reputation could be ruined!"

"On my way," Hiccup confirmed as he called a cab to the film set.

He arrived to find the terrified interns hiding (as usual) and the director greeting Hiccup at the door. "You got here quick!" the director remarked. "But we don't have time for conversation! Over here!" They dragged the one-legged dragon trainer over to Toothless, who was growling at a tall, dark-haired man who looked at him rather confusedly. The poor guy had absolutely no clue what was going on. Hiccup rushed over to separate his dragon from the actor.

"Toothless, relax, it's just me," Hiccup cooed, as he led the dragon into a big empty room. "Forget about that guy. Focus on me. That's it, bud. Follow me." Eventually, Toothless stopped snarling, his eyes widening and then pouncing on his rider who had been away for so long (Toothless was really missing Hiccup) and making sure that Hiccup was covered in his scent so nobody tried to hurt him. Hiccup eventually got away from his ridiculously euphoric Night Fury, drool clinging to his skin better than any of those stupid slime adverts he'd ever seen. "Yeah, good to see you too, Toothless. Just stay here for a few minutes, I need to talk to someone." Toothless whined; Hiccup had come back after such a long time apart only to leave him again. "I'll be back before you know it, I promise." This got Toothless hopeful, and he actually stayed when Hiccup left the room to talk to the actor. Although the guy didn't look it, he was terrified. (Clearly, his acting skills were being put to good use.)

"Thank you for arriving to deal with the dragon," the actor thanked. "Why did he go for me?"

"Not quite sure why, but I think it might be something to do with that sandwich you've got there," Hiccup theorized. The interns shared confused looks; a janitor had the nerve to snicker.

"What could it have to do with an eel sandwich that I haven't even had the chance to eat?" the actor asked. In true John Watson fashion, he asked a question that unintentionally answered itself.

"Eel sandwich? Now it all makes sense!" Hiccup unintentionally shouted. "Dragons hate eels! No wonder Toothless was growling!"

"So I'll need a different lunch if I'm going to be anywhere near Toothless?" the bigshot actor asked. "Right. Thanks, Hiccup." The actor walked off the set, evil sandwich in hand, and Hiccup worked on coaxing Toothless out of the room.

"Toothless? Bud, come here," Hiccup called. The Night Fury cautiously padded out of the room, but when he saw Hiccup there, he threw caution to the wind and bounded towards him. For the second time that day, Hiccup found himself pinned to the floor by a literal ton of Night Fury. "Toothless, I told you I wasn't going to leave! I told you!" Toothless snuggled next to Hiccup, which Hiccup gladly accepted. The tired dragon trainer was all too happy to relax with his best friend, but then the actor came back with a hamburger and a plastic bag. He must have thrown away the eel sandwich in favour of the hamburger. Toothless didn't know this, and tried to drag the poor guy away from his precious Hiccup. But Hiccup didn't seem too bothered by the guy, which confused Toothless. Why wasn't Hiccup afraid? He's smelled the horrible eel in his food! He had to easily be one of the most evil beings in history!

"Toothless, you don't need to be so angry with me," the guy said, putting his hands up. Toothless sniffed him, and then he realized this man wasn't armed. The worst thing about him was the eel, and now that's gone, he isn't that bad. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you hated eel, so I got you something to make it up to you." Toothless raised an eye-ridge in pure scepticism; surely this human wasn't seriously trying to bribe a Night Fury? All thoughts had changed (gone) completely as the human brought out one of the biggest cod he'd ever seen. It was huge, fresh, stinky and begging to be eaten, preferably all in one gulp. So that was what he did, making the actor's eyes widen as his peace offering disappeared from view in seconds. After eating, the big, bad Night Fury stretched out like a cat, and the actor couldn't help himself and scratched the dragon's neck. Toothless purred as he was sent into a nirvana that rivalled the feeling he got from dragon nip. "He's quite sweet once he stops growling at you," the actor commented offhandedly. Hiccup smirked.

"You think this is adorable? Wait until you see this," Hiccup grinned, as he used both hands to scratch Toothless' neck, and the dragon's eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure. The actor did the same thing, and Toothless was thrown into the best feeling of his life. He'd only gotten used to two hands scratching his neck, but four felt simply divine. Toothless wished that he could get scratches like this every day from this guy. The dragon yawned as he felt a hand rubbing the front of his head, making sure that he stayed awake.

"I'd love to scratch you more, but I have to go home, big guy," the actor sighed, giving Toothless a hug. After a few seconds of shock, the dragon returned it, and an aww rose up from everyone watching the scene. "I have to go now, Toothless. I need to get to the subway now or it'll leave without me." He waved Toothless goodbye, which the dragon eagerly copied. The actor left to go home, and Toothless left with Hiccup. The Night Fury would finally get to have some time with his Hiccup.

I didn't think that this was going to go any further than a single chapter, but here we are, I guess! And even though rules say that you can't have an actual person as a character in a fanfic, the unnamed actor is styled after the one and only Keanu Reeves. After all, the signs are there:

1. Tall with dark hair

2. Internationally known

3. Still takes the subway despite how much money he makes

Also, I'm pretty sure that there is no such thing as an eel sandwich. Toothless will be pleased.