I came up with this idea about three o'clock this morning. It's my first HTTYD fic and I'll do my best not to add in spoilers in case someone hasn't seen the second movie. Also, if the characters are a bit OC, I'm sorry, but I haven't written HTTYD before.

I don't own HTTYD, (wish I could though…)

Also, apologies for not updating two nights in a row- literally just got over writer's block ever so slightly.

Astrid grew tired of knocking- confused as to why she even bothered- and barged in.

Of course, Hiccup was asleep at the table, maps and paper strewn across the surface and acting as a poorly padded cushion. Toothless was curled under the table, pawing at the gleam of sunlight reflecting from Hiccup's metal support.

The Night Fury raised his head interestedly as Astrid approached, wriggling free from under the table. His clumsiness knocked the table and startled Hiccup awake.

"Told you to leave the maps." Astrid smirked, punching his arm. He barely reacted, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Get up."

"Whatever the twins did, I'll fix it later."

"This isn't the twins, but you might want to sort out the northern well." He stared at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. Astrid grabbed his wrists and yanked him to his feet, ordering him to wake up and hitting him again for extra measure.

"I'm up, I'm up… Thor above, I thought Toothless was bossy." The dragon pulled his head from his breakfast basket to stare at Hiccup, unimpressed. He growled and retreated when Hiccup reached for a smaller, lidded basket on the shelf.

"You're so slow!" Astrid shoved him out the door. "There, what do you see?"

"Uh, Berk." Hiccup stifled a yawn, feeling her glare burning the side of his face.

"You've got charcoal there." She wiped it from his face, a glimmer of amusement briefly emerging in the troubled blue of her eyes.

"Where are the dragons?"

"Chief of the century." Hiccup ignored that comment, noticing panicked villagers scrambling up the hill, shouting.

"All of them?"

"Except Toothless." As if summoned, the Night Fury tumbled through the doorway, tackling his best friend and slobbering all over Hiccup's unruly bed hair.

"Toothless!" The dragon padded about proudly, giving one of his gummy smiles. Hiccup pushed himself up, flicking salvia from his eyes. "This is great. First major crisis as chief and I look like one of his regurgitated fish."

"Could be worse." Astrid pulled him to his feet for the second time that morning.

"Where are our dragons?" The people were upon them now.

"They'll come back, right?"

"It's not Snoggletog!" Hiccup raised a hand and silence fell. He took a few seconds to wipe spit from his hair and then blearily looked at the townspeople.

"Let's not panic. I'm sure they're fine."

"Where did they go?" Someone closer to the back called.

"When was the last time you saw them?"

"Last night!" They chorused. Astrid nodded her own confirmation, pulling a clean handkerchief from her sleeve. She had grown accustomed to carrying a stash of these around, prepared for any number of 'Drool attacks'.

Hiccup gave a tired, but grateful smile, cleaning the rest of the salvia away fairly easily.

"Were any of them acting funny?" Many 'no's and shakes of the heads followed. Hiccup sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

Before anything else could happen, Toothless rushed forward, coiling protectively around Hiccup and Astrid. He lay low, growling menacingly, pupils deadly slits at something only he could see. "What is it, bud?" Hiccup rested a hand on the dragon's head. Toothless shook him off, letting loose an ear-splitting roar.

He slammed against the pair and they tumbled onto his back. Villagers hurried back as the Night Fury unleashed his forty foot wingspan. "Toothless!" Hiccup and Astrid yelled, trying to right themselves. "Calm down!" Hiccup added, lunging forward to wrap his arms about the distressed dragon's neck.

Astrid's feet found solid ground again and she retrieved her axe from its holster across her lower back. Other Vikings were drawing weapons, forming a line despite their confusion.

Toothless batted his great wings and rose several feet in the air, roaring in annoyance when his tail snagged against the air and offered him no purchase. Hiccup's eyes burned with an idea as they locked on Astrid's. She understood him instantly.

"Go! We'll keep things safe here!"

"Let Mum and Dad know!" She nodded once and ran back to his home.

Hiccup turned back to his dragon, settling in the saddle and hooking his metal foot in the custom stirrup. "Let's go, bud."

Good or bad? I'm going to try and work on this one for a while 'cos I had this bit and then a bit afterwards and nothing in between, as usual :P

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