A/N: CHAPTER 1 REUNIONS IS NOW UDATED(5/30)

Hiccup's POV

One week.

It had only been one week since I left Berk and escaped with Toothless. I couldn't stand being in that horrible village that I used to call home. Heck, it was never a home, it was Hel and I would rather be stuck with Loki and any other horrid God than return to Berk. Toothless and I were hiding out on an unknown island, surrounded by nothing but trees and water. It was risky to stay somewhat out in the open, but it didn't seem that anyone used this piece of land in the past hundred years.

I heard a growl from behind and turned to see Toothless fighting over his fish with some wild Terrors. Toothless was laying on the ground, his large black body sweeping over the area we were in, protecting his fish. It was funny to see three small Terrors fight with Toothless for a piece of his fish. The green Terror stood his ground, scraping its feet against the ground and ready to blow fire at Toothless, but failed. Toothless shot a small plasma blast at the Terror, immediately causing it to deflate and fall. I chuckled before coming to sit down next to my friend.

I tossed a fish to the Terror that was temporarily dazed before getting back up and eating the fish that I offered. I looked down to see Toothless huffing and rolling his large green eyes, but I just laughed. It was funny to see my friend jealous and annoyed by such a persistent Terror.

"Not so fireproof on the inside, are you?" I laughed once again before the Terror curled up next to me, my hand feeling its heartbeat pounding softly, yet steadily. The smile that was once on my face slipped off as I thought about the inaccurate history the Vikings had on dragons for thousands of years. "Everything we know about you guys is wrong. . ."

Toothless and the Terrors finished off their fish while I polished off my own piece of fish and bread before stretching my body and getting up to look at the afternoon sky. The sun was shining high with only a few clouds in sight, but I hoped they would disappear soon since Toothless and I didn't want to risk being caught in the morning by raiders or anyone else.

I pulled out the map that was in one of the many bags attached to Toothless' saddle, trying to get an idea where we would be going next. I could hear Toothless shift his body next to me, trying to view the map as well.

"We're out of Berkian territory, but thank the Gods we're nowhere near Outcast waters." I said, moving my finger against the lines of the map that showed the archipelago so far. "Hairy Hooligans, Meatheads, Bog Burglars, Berserkers, the Outcasts, and so many other tribes, we won't be safe anywhere. If they caught us, we would be dead." Toothless growled in response, mimicking my frustration of what we were to do next. We were slowly running out of supplies and needed to restock soon, winter would come in a few months and if we didn't have a plan, we were better off dead.

"We can't go to any of the core tribes without facing death and there's no way we're going back to Berk, I'd rather be killed by Alvin the Treacherous." My joke seemed to fall flat on Toothless, he smacked me with his tail in response. "Okay, I get it. Sorry. Maybe we can scour the lands of the Meatheads without getting caught? Then again, their entire island is built for the idea of defense." Toothless and I both let out noises of frustration, irritated at the fact on how this was going to be harder than we thought.

Over the past hour, Toothless and I had to stop making plans, the more we tried, the frustration just kept on building. I left Toothless to his own devices, while I just roamed the small island we were on. The trees were tall and untouched by anything or anyone, surprisingly. There were no signs of a Viking presence or a dragon that lingered about. I rested my body against one of the largest trees on the island, and let sleep take over me, hoping that there was a solution by the time night came.

I woke up in my room in the dark night. My desk was covered in papers, the floor messy with blankets, and the walls covered with papers of inventions. I got up slowly, in fear of why I was back in Berk. Was I captured? Where was Toothless? I could hear voices coming from downstairs, and I immediately raced down, trying to figure out answers. Nobody was here and I opened the front door, but was met with whispers from the villagers.

"He's the reason for all the trouble we have in our home!"

"Maybe he's a bastard that Stoick adopted, since Valka couldn't provide him with a true son."

"The future generation will be in ruins if Hiccup takes the Chieftainship!"

I tried to run away from the voices, but they were getting louder each passing second. I crashed against a strong chest before falling to the ground. I looked up to see Snotlout wearing a haughty smirk on his smug face.

"Did you really think you could be better than me?" Snotlout spoke. "I'm stronger and faster than you, Useless! Uncle Stoick is just waiting to get rid of you so I can become his heir!"

I turned around from his taunts to see Astrid glaring heatedly at me. "Did you honestly think I would ever like you? You're weak and a coward whose barely good at being a smith!"

A hulking figure appeared behind Astrid and I immediately froze. Stoick glared deeply at me, his disappointment shown clearly through every inch of his body that held not even the slightest bit of love for me.

"Such a disappointment," he started. "How is that my Valka died protecting you, a boy that's brought nothing but shame upon my village?" Stoick snapped his fingers and suddenly I was dragged, but not before the kicks and punches came from various villagers. The metallic taste of blood was building in my mouth before I spat it out, earning curses from the horrible villagers. "Don't worry, you'll die just like your filthy dragon."

My head shot up to see Toothless strapped down to a post, unable to move as his entire body was trapped. His green eyes were shining with such anger, only reserved for those who he didn't trust or just despised.

Stoick pulled out his large sword as he took his place next to Toothless. I struggled against Snotlout's grip, attempting to run and free Toothless at the risk of death.

"You will die, boy." Stoick spoke. "Though you'll watch your filthy dragon die first."

I struggled harder against Snotlout's grip, but it was too late. By the time I escaped, Stoick had swung his mighty sword. Toothless' head came off easily, the blade had little trouble of slicing his head off, as Toothless' head rolled onto the dirt, tumbling in front of me. Toothless' green eyes quickly lost its light, the color of his scales were graying and the blood from his head spilled and left a trail that splattered against my face.

"NO!" I screamed, but my screams were ignored as the sound of cruel jeers and mocking followed me into death as the blade reached my own neck.

"NO!" I shouted. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was pale and shaking. I buried my head in between my knees, trying to calm my intense heartbeat. "It was a nightmare, a sick nightmare." I could hear footsteps and growling, before some dirt fell onto me. I looked to see Toohtless scouting for any danger that surrounded me. When he found no threat, Toothless carefully approached me, his green eyes full of life and worry. I pounced on him immediately, my arms wrapped around his neck that was still attached to his body. Toothless cocked his head to the side, wondering why I was acting like this. I just gave him a smile to reassure him, but he wasn't buying it.

"Let's fly Toothless, it'll make us both feel better." I hoped onto his back, guiding him to glide over to where we were earlier before I moved away from him. I grabbed the supplies that were still on the ground before getting back onto Toothless and guiding him to the night sky. The only source of light was the full moon that shined bright despite the darkness of the night. We stayed up in the darkness for a few hours until my body started to shiver, signaling to me that enough was enough. I started to bring Toothless down, but we noticed a lone ship in the water headed North. I steered Toothless upwards, but it seemed to be too late. A net was shot into the sky, wrapping around Toothless' prosthetic fin.

"No!" I shouted. I attempted to grab the dagger that was in my vest to try and cut through the net that was causing us to plummet to our deaths or even worse, but I failed. Another net came to wrap around us, trapping me against Toothless as it caused us to fall faster than before.

Our bodies fell against the deck of a ship as my head hit against the wood, immediately knocking me out. The last thing I saw was a face of a young girl with blonde hair.

Three Days Later

I woke up with an aching pain from my head, causing me to sit up with a start, which I mistakenly did. The pain increased and I slowly raised my hand to make sure the wound wasn't as bad as it felt. I felt a bandage around my head that was tightly secured, and I didn't know if that was a positive or negative sign seeing that I'm in the prisons below an unknown ship.

I got up slowly but the vertigo was killing me and I felt as if I would pass out.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice warned. I turned slowly to see a figure in the shadows of the prison I – we – were in. I remembered the quick glimpse of the face of a blonde girl that was present before I blacked out on this ship. The girl stepped out of the shadows and stopped in front of me, a smirk wide across her face despite the situation we were in.

That smirk. . . I know that smirk.

Despite it being night outside and dark in the prison, I could make out a few of her features. She was short, a few inches below my height, that was for sure. Her long blonde hair was messy, the braid that it was in coming undone. She wore a red dress that showed off the gentle curves of her body, a sash of black and gold resting at her waist. A dark pair of boots matched the light fur vest that rested upon her shoulders. Gold bands decorated her arms and a golden necklace hung around her neck, signifying the wealth of her tribe. She was beautiful, someone who could rival Astrid in looks.

If there were other guys around, they would've noticed her curves or her prominent chest, but it was the eyes that drew me in. They were as blue as the ocean floor and full of mischief that just drew you in. They were fierce, ready to observe one with a challenge, making her deadly at all costs.

My eyes widened as I realized who the girl was.

"Camicazi." I said. Her smirk grew wider and her blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Ready for an adventure, Hiccup?"

This is going to be one interesting journey.