How to Train your Human

Chapter One

A/N:Just to make it clear, this is the story of Toothless's childhood and, later, the

How to Train your Dragon movie from his perspective. Oh, and also, writing

that's in Italics are Toothless's thoughts, writing in both Italics and Bold is

dragon speech, and Viking speech is regular writing.

The first thing I remember? Claustrophobia. The first few seconds weren't that bad,

but it soon escalated into full scale panic, as I realized that I was cramped inside a

strange small dark place, and that I wanted out. I started pushing against the wall of

the place, but it wouldn't give, even though I could feel a strange sensation as if the

space was rolling on its side. I could hear noises outside somewhere, all of them

rough, with a generous amount of hissing thrown in. Then, I heard another, male

voice cutting through the others:

"What's he doing? It'll be weeks before he's ready to come out."

Weeks? WEEKS? I can't wait that long!

"True, but he's a feisty one, no doubt!" Hmm. This one was smoother, and female. Not that I cared.

I started thrashing around, trying to break through. Then, the oddest thing

happened. There was a strange noise, like I had hiccupped, and the space started

light up with purple, except it didn't stay still. It whizzed around the place,

bouncing off the walls, and then…

BOOM!

I was out! And…I was falling off a cliff?

A completely jet-black dragon with silver eyes leapt of the cliff, dived, and caught me. He put me back on the cliff edge amid a great tide of whispers and murmurs.

"How can this be? He's only been in the egg for two months!"

"Did you see that? When the egg exploded, it looked almost like a plasma blast!"

Then, a reddish-brown dragon, barely larger than myself, wriggled his way into the front. "That's the great new Night Fury we've all been waiting for? Just look at him!"

"Shh, Ignis, "said a deep blue dragon with a white splotch on her head, who had slowly approached in the time since I came out, "You cannot judge by size. But how is the hatchling? Have you decided on a name for the ceremony?" It took a moment to register that she was talking about me.

Another completely black dragon came over and looked me over with lustrous yellow eyes. Then she turned back to the dragon lady. "No, and I really don'tknow, Moon. He seems fine…but why did he hatch so early? And what are we supposed to do, I'm only halfway through decorating his sleeping corner, and… and we're not even on Hatchling Island!"

Sleeping corner? I get my own sleeping corner? What is a sleeping corner, anyway? Is it a corner that sleeps all day?

"It's okay," Moon soothed, "You don't need to be on Hatchling Island to hatch properly. I mean, sure, there are shallow pools of water to muffle egg explosions, and to practice swimming, and lots of wide open spaces for practicing flying and running, and," Moon continued, with the other dragon looking more despairing by the second, "And there are lots of easy-to-catch fish, for fishing practice, and other hatchling dragons for company…oh… I'm not helping, am I?"

While Moon and the other dragon kept talking about hatchling nutrition and possible hatchling names, the first dragon, the one with silver eyes, came over and sort of picked me up by the scruff of my neck and carried me over to a little circle of scorched rock and…threw up some bits of fish next to me.

I'm supposed to eat that? He nodded and made a sort of pleased rumbling noise, like a purr, almost. "I'm sorry that it's only cod. I meant to get some salmon for your first fish, but…well you'll just have to make do." He seemed to think for a second, then leaned toward me. "Can you…talk yet?" I blinked and tried to translate my thoughts into moving my mouth.

"Yee…eez?" I said confusedly. He smiled. "Maybe not yet then."

My mother and the blue dragon were talking even louder now. I pricked my ears. "Yes, but what does this mean, Moon? He shouldn't have been born this early, much less at the nest!"

Moon flicked her ears. "Did you see that purple flash when he came out? That was a plasma blast, nearly impossible at this age. I think it means this was supposed to happen, and…" Her voice grew softer so that I couldn't hear.

My mother nodded. "Yes…" She turned toward my father. "We should go to Hatchling Island for the naming ceremony."

My father stood up. "Yes, I think we should. Do you think we ought to bring the other two eggs, Jet?"

She frowned. "I suppose we could bring all three of them, and just stay there until the two other eggs hatch…but how would we bring him?" She motioned toward me, "I mean, could he just sit on one of our backs? It feels dangerous, somehow…"

Whee! Go faster! My father's back shifted beneath me as he readjusted his grip on one of my sibling's eggs.

We'd been flying for over an hour, and it was exhilarating.
I twisted around too look at my wings. They were black and lithe, but pretty small. Would I ever be able to fly like this?
"Don't move around too much," my father snorted. "You'll just fall off, and then you'll have to learn to fly pretty quickly."

I bounced excitedly. "So, if I fall off I'll learn to fly? Can I fall off then?"

"No," he said flatly. "Oh, here we are…"

I stretched to look up over his head and leaned forward, flattening my father's ear flaps. There was an island dead ahead that was curved like a c around a rainbow bay, deep blue in the center, but turning yellow and red around the edges. It was a paradise.
We touched down right at the tip of the c, next to some strangely small pools of water, some with bubbles rising up from the surface. I toppled off my father's back and started to head over to the pools, which now had newborn Gronckles spilling out of it.

How strange…Do Gronckles love swimming so very much?

"Come back here! Don't wander off!"My mother bounded over and started to nudge me back over the little nest my parents had started making.

"But Mom…why are there so many Gronckles in the water? When can I go swimming?"

"Mmm, maybe later…" She muttered between wide licks around my head and neck.
She then stepped back and surveyed me with satisfaction. "You seem clean enough, but I wish I had time to give you a bath…" She shook her head, "No matter.Now just wait here until one of comes to get you, ok?"

She bounded away to a kind of ledge that stuck straight out from the cliff, where my dad already was. The ledge stuck over a largeish crowd of Night Furies.
"Welcome, fellow Night Furies. We gather today to give a name to one of our own…"

I listened for a second, before realizing that this was my chance! I crept away from my parents voices toward one of the strange Gronckle pools I'd seen earlier. It had many bubbles rising, but no Gronckles. Disappointed, I turned away…

When a round blue rock caught my eye.

It was a sort of oval, with lumpy stubby spikes emanating from its surface, and was lying on its side a few inches from one of the other pools. But its oddest feature was the smell it gave off. It smelt a sort of tangy smell that I had associated with the other dragons in the nest, but that couldn't be right. If there was one thing that this strange rock wasn't, it was a dragon.

I should probably go back now…

I could hear my parents talking about their reason for my name, something about plasma blasts and gods and prophecies.

Wait…What's it doi-Aaah!

The rock, which had started smoke and hiss alarmingly a second before, with fiery red lines etching themselves across its bumpy surface, had exploded!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

I was thrown nearly halfway back to spot I had originally been in, listening to my parents voices. The breath was knocked out of lungs as I hit the hard, orangey rock.

Wow, I'm actually pretty alright for someone who was standing right in front of an exploding roc-OOF

Honestly, I'd never given that much thought to Gronckles in general, but now I realized that they were probably the HUGEST, HEAVIEST dragons in the WHOLE WORLD!
A Gronckle had fallen out of the air on top of me!

Ow, there goes the rib cage. Ow, goodnight spleen.

"Hey! There is a time for making friends, but it is not now!"

Who was that? Am I in Valhalla?

The Gronckle rolled off of me…and in the second before I saw the angry Mom standing to my left, I saw the yellow-green Gronckle and thought, she looks friendly.
And then I was jerked back to reality.

"Honestly! Come on, we need to go on with the naming ceremony!"She nudged me to my paws and surveyed me critically.
"All that licking, down the drain…I suppose I'll have to make do…But you better expect something for this later, mister!"
She nudged me along to the ledge in front of the crowd of Night Fury's.

"And now" My father said, addressing me, "In accordance to the Ancient laws, I name you...Nótt."

I found my voice.

"Not? You're not going to name me?"I said confusedly.

"No, N-ó-t-t. Nótt. That's your name. After the goddess of night, whose grandchild was Thor."

"Oh."

Nótt… Nótt. Blech. It sounds awful.

A/N: Okay, so in case there's someone out there who doesn't understand, this is a summary of the chapter:

Nótt, A.K.A Toothless, panics and plasma blasts his way out of his egg, hatching a month early. Him and his parents fly to Hatchling Island, the place where most dragons hatch. His parents start the naming ceremony, but while that is going on, Toothless (it feels wrong to call him Nótt...) sneaks away and is literally blown away by an exploding Gronckle egg, which is how most dragons hatch. His mother catches him and brings him back to complete the ceremony, and is named Nótt.

Also, 'Valhalla' is the Viking version of Heaven.

As a heads up, i'm going to try to write movies How to Train Your Dragon 1,2 & 3 from Toothless's perspective, so this is going to be a long story.

And, I'm sorry there's only one chapter. I know how annoying it is to read something and then find out there's only one chapter.

Okay? Okay!