A/N: Just an idea rummaging through my head. Not sure how far it will go considering I have two other stories that are on hiatus. But, let's see what the general reaction is.

000

It was the start of new day on Changewing Isle. Home to a rather elusive and hostile dragon species, Vikings and others did their best to avoid the island at all costs. No one wanted the risk of being of being dissolved alive by the dragons' potent acid. After being hunted for said acid, and trophies, most dragons like Changewings had taken on a massive disliking to all humans.

"Come on, bud. Let's see what the day has in store for us."

Well, that is for anyone who didn't have their eyes.

On the island's highest peak, at the opening of a cave, was a young man, auburn hair and dressed in black leather, standing next to the most elusive, dangerous and surprisingly friendly dragons of the Viking Age, the Night Fury.

"What did you have in mind for today?"

"We need to restock on food. And I need more Gronckle iron for the forge down below."

"Ugh, well you can handle that last part on your own. Don't worry, though. I'll be in the area in case something goes wrong. Which with you, is always the case."

The young man scoffed, "Thanks for nothing you useless reptile." The Night Fury promptly whacked him on the back of his head with his tail, taking great amusement in watching the young man face plant on the ledge's hard surface.

"We're never going to get started if you don't stop slacking off."

"Well that's ironic." The Night Fury watched his human get up and dust himself off. "Considering everything in the shelter required me building it."

"I'm sorry, who helped you haul all that stuff up here?"

"I hope you're not forgetting the blood of my ancestors grants me your above average strength and endurance?"

"But not wings."

"Okay, let's not delve into this argument again. Like I said, we need to get working on food. Come on, Toothless." And with that, the Night Fury lowered himself as his human hopped onto the saddle adorning his back, and leaped into the early morning sky.

"So Hiccup, what are you feeling today?"

"Some cod and salmon would be great. Will need a few boars as well. And I got to check up on my garden too." However, that could wait. The first thing on both of their minds was their morning flight, where they could just stretch out the few lazy muscles from their sleep and enjoy the rays of the early morning sun. I guess that was one of the benefits of running south and-

Hiccup frowned. Guess he could never escape the fact that he'd be running for all his life. At least whenever they found him or Toothless. No, he couldn't think like that. He'd been living on this island for the last six months. If they would have found him, they'd have done so a while back. At least it helped having the residential dragons warn him if Vikings, or any human for that matter, was on the horizon. Enough time for him and Toothless to quickly dive back into the safety of their cave.

"Hiccup, stop thinking about the past."

His best friend's voice brought him back to reality. It was only then that he realized he was tearing up, but luck enough that the cold air and blazing speed they flew at were washing away the tears faster than they could fall. "I'm sorry bud, b-but I..." he trailed off. A year of being on the run from Dragon Hunters and Vikings alike had taken its toll on him. Ever since the massacre of his people a year ago, the Archipelago was speeding up efforts in hunting down the lone two survivors of that tribe. "I can't stop thinking if they found him."

How long had it been since he'd seen him? He could never forget the look of hatred on his face. The harsh words he said to him before he went his own way. Away from the fire and ruin. Away from their legacy. All because of him.

"Believe it or not, I'm more concerned about what would happen to the ones that stumble upon him. You know he'll never leave a witness."

"Yeah." Hiccup sighed. "Still, sometimes I wonder about him." Hiccup looked out to the horizon. There really was no way of tracking him. Not unless he wanted to be found. And he made damn well sure that Hiccup never came after him. Toothless glanced back at him in worry. It had been a year since they last saw him. But considered there were wanted posters for two 'demons' still out there, that kept his hopes up.

"Come on Hiccup, let's go catch that fish." Toothless smiled suddenly, before diving straight down, and it wasn't long until his best friend's shrieks of surprise turned into laughter right before they dove beneath the water's surface.

000

It wasn't until the moon was at its highest point in the sky, when their boat touched the island's shore, several main clambering out into the low tidal waves to push the boat the rest of the way up the sand, ensuring the waves won't drag it back out.

"You're sure this is where he is?" A feminine voice rang out. She was the last to get disembark, walking ahead; her blue diamond eyes scrutinizing every bit of treeline that was visible to her. Looking for the slightest hint of movement that could signal any dragon.

"Well Ms. Hofferson, based on personally questioning fishermen, traders and other hunters, there have been sightings of one of the men that fit the description. And considering these reports all came from neighboring islands, he must be living on an island in between them."

"It was a good assumption to come to Changewing Island then, Eret." She turned to face him. "An island crawling with invisible dragons that can easily kill you is a good hiding spot for someone who's a friend of dragons."

"Any idea what dragon he's supposed to be riding?" He asked, as the rest of his men gathered by them.

"Well, the only description was a dragon as black as night and the familiar high pitched sound when he escaped. You want to take a guess?"

"A Night Fury. This isn't going to be easy you know."

"Isn't that why you showed up on our island?" She asked, flashing him a smirk.

"Well, when tales of a Valkyrie slaying a Monstrous Nightmare at just fifteen, and goes on to be Berk's most fearsome warrior, well, colour me intrigued. Besides, it was a favour for a favour. We help Berk take down some dragons for a week, and you help us on this bounty."

"Which still doesn't explain to me why you'd need my help when you have an entire crew to help take down this guy." She gestured to the rest of his men, who were preparing their weapons.

"We're trappers, Astrid. And as much as I'd like to wrangle down that Night Fury myself, I can't do it without an able warrior like you. You're the only one here with true fighting experience and skills against dragons. And from what I saw back on Berk, you can definitely hold your own against any dragon." Astrid beamed at his compliments. Sure she got enough of them back on Berk. Especially since her skills marked her as the favourite of becoming Berk's next General. But it was nice to hear such praise from an outsider, who in some way, was in the same business as her.

"Alright then, Eret, ready your men up. I want to talk to them before we do this."

"Alright lads, get in close! Ms. Hofferson wants to give us a little encouragement before we head into that." He pointed to the treeline, with his men knowing that they'd might not survive this capture attempt. It was almost amusing watching his crew step up, bumping into each other and trying not to accidentally chop someone's limb off. It was clear that none of them had any experience in capturing a human before. And one from a fabled tribe at that.

"Alright, I know most if not all of you have no experience in capturing a Viking. A supposed dragon-eyed, and extremely dangerous Viking at that. My best and honest advice to you all, is to do the exact same thing when hunting a dragon. That's the only experience you have, but it's experience nonetheless. But don't let the fact that he appears Viking get the better of you. As per the legends of this tribe, people like him are much stronger than a regular Viking. His senses are more sensitive than ours, which means he'll hear and smell you coming from a distance. He's like a dragon in that sense. Considering he's on the run, he won't want to engage any of you. Our best chance is to corner him and tackle him from there."

"What about his dragon?" Someone from the crew asked.

"If his dragon does intervene, try and capture it as well. I know he supposedly has the Night Fury," murmurs and whimpers were heard amongst the crew. Astrid raised her eyebrows at Eret, who shrugged apologetically. "If you can't capture the Night Fury, or even fight it, let me handle it. And under no circumstances do any of you get in my way. Is that clear?" The entire crew nodded.

"Good. Now let's get that Jormung."