I can't wait for this movie to get its own section - if only because it'll mean more fanfiction for us all. I loved this movie to pieces, so decided to have a shot at writing a short fic for it. No beta since I'm fairly certain mine hasn't seen this movie yet.

Enjoy.

Getting Home:

Stoic grimaced at the expectant Nadder, sitting on the ground for easier mounting, and looked up to Astrid, already on her own dragon. "You sure these things aren't going to turn on us?"

Astrid nodded. "So long as you don't threaten them they're pretty tolerant. Just don't yell or make any unexpected moves."

"And hold on!" Fishlegs chimed from where he was helping others onto Gronkles. "For the love of the gods do not forget to hold on."

With the dragon's nest ripped apart by the Queen, the boats reduced to kindling and Hiccup unconscious, it had been Astrid who had suggested the Vikings of Berk fly dragons home and offer them shelter. The idea had been met with more than a little scepticism, but the girl, along with her fellow trainees convinced them to at least give it a try.

Stoic, readjusted Hiccup's weight in his arms, before lying the unconscious boy in the space between the Nadders spikes and its back, before jumping on himself. The Nadder began to stand, only to pause as Toothless jumped on behind Stoic.

"Can't you get your own?" Stoic moaned, but with the Natter standing and readying to fly, it was clear he had no say in the matter. One hand firmly on Hiccup, the other on the crude rope harness, the Viking cursed as the dragon took a few steps and jumped into the air, the rest of the flock not far behind.

"By Odins teeth!" Stoic snapped, ducking down and holding tightly.

"Don't tense up!" he could hear Astrid yell somewhere behind him. "Just relax and let the dragon fly. He knows where he's going."

Sure enough, after the initial turbulence, the ride smoothed out, and by the time they were out of the fog, the flight was almost leisurely, allowing the Vikings to experience what Hiccup had in his weeks training with Toothless.

Stoic however, kept his eyes on his son. He'd need to get him to their healer the moment they landed. They'd staunched the flow of blood from the leg as best they could, but his breathing was still eratic, and he still hadn't woken.

Something large and insistent nudged at his side, and his arm lifted to reveal the eye of Toothless, the dragons own gaze just as loyal.

"What happened out there?" Stoic asked, half wishing the dragon could talk and give him an answer. The Night Fury refused to look him in the eye, and Stoic snorted.

"Oh I can guess with the leg beast. You don't fight dragons as long as I have without recognising bite marks. You grab it while trying to shield him from the fire?"

Toothless looked up, apparently surprised, and Stoic looked away.

"I'm sure it was a price he'd pay for his life. But for that to happen he must have been dismounted. How? Why is he still unconscious? What happened up there?"

The dragon gave a soft growl, without malice or anger. It was rather frightening just how many emotions they actually had when you stopped to look.

Well, judging from the grins he could see around him, he would have time to find out. The Vikings of Berk had taken to flying, and with the dragons now homeless with winter on the way...they would no doubt be with them a long time.

Toothless's head nudged his side once again, and he pushed back.

"Don't think you're staying in the house beast."

The dragon huffed.