A/N: HI! IM NOT DEAD!

You know how you've read that "oh I shouldn't have started a new fic but here's this" at the top of someone else's fic? And you kind of shrug it off cause it doesn't really bother you like write whatever you want man I'm just glad I get to read this. But like. Now I understand. unggghh. Oh well. Here's this for all those who will shrug it off.

As a heads up, IF I decide to continue, this will become "audience interactive;" y'all can send requests and that junk. That'll be explained later, if I decide to continue. More on that later as well. Thanks for your time!

Disclaimer: I don't own zilch. The dragon is Dreamworks' and the kids are Disney's. Also I hope to write in lots of references to the books so that'd be Cressida Cowell. And a Happy Birthday to Alex Hisch (creator of Gavity Falls) and his sister Ariel!

There was a cliff on the coast of Berk where the boy and the dragon sat and watched the sun set over the sea. The boy dangled his feet over the edge, over the expanse of water far below him. The dragon lounged beside him. They were the kings of this world, and the setting of the sun promised a new dawn in only twelve short hours.

The boy's name was Hiccup, and he called the dragon Toothless.

Hiccup was a Viking. He was young and, as of this evening, content. Sure that there would be no more fighting, the war had been won, and he and his dragon were alive and free. They did not make it out of battle unscathed– no one does– but he could live with that. Now that he had fixed the world around him, he could begin to mend as well, and adjust to walking with a prosthetic leg. Toothless had learned to fly with a replacement tail fin; if Toothless could learn to fly again, Hiccup could learn to walk.

The years flew by, on the dragon's wings. The boy Hiccup grew up into a man, and not only learned to walk again, but to soar alongside his dragon.

They sat on the edge of the cliff, the sea ablaze with the sun's fire. Hiccup thought he would never want to grow up, but it was, of course, not optional. What the dragon understood and did not understand, he did not know; he did know that Toothless would be by his side wherever he went.

And the years kept flying by. The man became a lover, a husband. Astrid, divine beauty, would join them to sit and watch the sunset, with her dragon Stormfly. Then the four of them became five; Hiccup became a father, Astrid a mother. And that child grew, became a brother, and became a man in his own time. Hiccup's hair turned from its copper-red to snow-white. And still Toothless remained Toothless, perhaps stronger now, perhaps a little wiser, but ever the dragon he was.

From that cliff he watched each of the burning ships, carrying the humans he loved to their rest in the light of the dying sun.

He watched the dying sun for a long time. He was the last to sit there in the evenings. For the dragons were leaving, crawling back into the sea from whence they came, leaving not a bone, not a fang in the earth for the men of the future to remember them by. Toothless himself felt an itching to leave, but not to the water; his heart drew him to the sky, to fly far away, to discover a new land, like his Hiccup loved to do.

One day he did it. He did not need to take anything, for a dragon does not need belongings to survive. His tail-fin, crafted by Hiccup, had been made so that Toothless could fly on his own when the Viking began to grow old. One could suppose that this counted and a belonging. The only thing he did take with him was Hiccup's book, his Dragon Book.

He flew through sunset after sunset, and through blasting typhoons and long, scorching hot days. His wings grew tired, but he flew on. He flew to island after island, and over miles of waves. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he would search until the end of his days. Perhaps he would fly off the edge of the world and find Hiccup there.

Finally he came to an island that was not an island at all; it was vast, with rows of trees and mountains stretching out as far as the dragon could see. He did not stop when he reached the shore, but kept flying, this time over land.

He sat and watched the sunset through the leaves of trees, the setting of the sun foretelling yet another day after a long twelve hours of darkness. The dragon watched the stars come out, their light guiding him to a cave. He was so tired, he felt he could sleep for decades. Centuries. This was not uncommon for dragons, though it bothered Toothless how much he might miss. Still, he had had a long journey, and, with his weary wings wrapped around him, he drifted into a dreamless sleep.