Okay, I'm being too hooked in with this movie, and so I decided to write a series before the idea is forgotten. So here it is. It's multi-chapter, and I'll do my best.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, but the story is mine.

Edit: I changed the name of the story, since I was too random at the first attempt at naming it. Sorry for this.

(Formerly The Forgotten Ones)

By

Hecate's Apprentice

It was, for once, a sunny day after a series of hailstorms and sea storms, and Toothless was using every bit of this chance to enjoy the sunlight before yet another blasted storm of any sort hits Berk. The Night Fury lied on one of the lowest cliffs of the island on his stomach and trying to sun himself in the rather weak light. The fire in Hiccup's house was warm, and the human hatchling's companion added more to the treat, but dragons are born to soar and to be free. He had a limit of how much time he could spend indoors before he started developing real claustrophobia.

Hiccup was still asleep when Stoik, his father and Toothless had left the house for different reasons, exhausted after he cantered all the way from one end of the city to the other looking for the pendant Astrid had given him a day before, which turned out to be taken by one of the numerous Terrible Terrors. Normally, that wouldn't have gotten him to stay in bed sound asleep after ten in the morning, but Hiccup was not "normal" anymore. It had only been a month and a half since the hatchling lost his leg in that fight with the Green Death, and the stump was not fully healed yet. That merry little canter 'round town had nearly driven the boy to tears from the pain of his leg and the way he kept pushing himself on, since he wasn't that used to the prosthetic yet. But the stupid hatchling wouldn't lose that pendant for the world.

It was Snoutlout who found the pendant last night, three hours after sundown, and after having it back and finally being close enough to his bed to plop down, Hiccup did just that and had passed out ever since.

As Toothless watched the other dragons soared across the sky, carrying either baskets of fresh fish, riders or some sort of shipment, he longed to be able to take to the sky as well, but that meant waking up the hatchling, for his prosthetic tail steer could only be used with Hiccup's cooperation, and Toothless didn't have the heart to wake up his friend after yesterday with only the excuse to catch some winds.

Sighing, Toothless dropped his head to the ground and closed his eyes, resolving to only listen to the breezes and the dragon and human cries that had mingled together since a month and a half ago on this island, and for once, not trying to kill each other. It was hard to believe, even to Toothless, how one boy and himself had been able to change the way dragons and humans interact with just one single kill, as powerful as he is. Well, maybe not just one single kill. It had cost the young hatchling his leg and the dragon his tail fin plus endless days of training and bonding together to create that perfect aerial teamwork they had used on the Dragon Queen that time, but they did it nonetheless.

That was when the Night Fury was rudely pulled out of his thinking with a loud draconic sneeze.

Ears perked, Toothless lifted his head and looked around for the source of the sound. He swiveled his head but was only greeted with thickets behind him. Standing up and trotting closer to the edge of the cliff, Toothless' green eyes raked the ground beneath him warily. It might just be an oversized Terror, but just in case…

A stream of blue fire was blown into his face, and Toothless shrieked and pulled back in pain, pawing at his face. He'd only experienced intense burning once when falling into the Green Death's storm of fire, and even though he was too concentrated on saving the hatchling at that moment, he still remembered it as not being enjoyable. This fresh reminder proved that his memories were still pretty good after all. And he had been worrying that he was growing old. Bah.

After the pain had subsided, Toothless turned angrily toward the thing that had blown fire at him. Heat rolled in his throat as he prepared the flame when he gazed back down the cliff, ready to give his attacker a full blast in the face in payment.

However, as soon as he saw who his attacker was, the flame died in his mouth.

Sitting under the cliff, gazing at him with innocent violet eyes, covered in black scale and a tongue lolling out of her mouth, dark wings spread wide, tail wagging happily, was a Night Fury.

A baby Night Fury, no bigger than a growing puppy.

Well, looks like the human hatchling's going to have his wake-up call, whether he likes it or not.

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Hiccup was roused from his dream of a sunny day in a beautiful bed of flowers with Toothless and Astrid by a wet tongue running across his face, tickling him and annoying him at the same time.

Cracking an eye open, the boy was faced with two big, familiar green eyes that were filled with an urgency he'd seldom seen before. "Toothless!" the not-really-Viking-boy groaned, pushing himself up and grimacing as pain shot up his left leg. He dropped back down again. "Why did you call me up? What time is it?"

Toothless made an apologetic sound, then suddenly a happy squeal filled the air, one that was way too girlish and high-pitched to be the Night Fury's. Hiccup's eyes snapped open at the sound and he glanced down at his dragon.

"Um, Toothless, what is that…thing…hanging…there…?" the boy trailed off as he saw the identical dark thing hanging from Toothless' unsheathed sharp teeth, carried like a newborn puppy by a mother. The only different between Toothless and it is that the "thing" was too small, and its eyes were a vibrant violet. And it was thrashing. And squealing. And generally making its presence known and be as loud as possible.

For a moment, there was no sound in the bedroom aside from the little newcomer as Hiccup accessed the situation and Toothless waiting tensely for his reaction, then finally, the boy started getting out of bed, wincing as he tried to stand and nearly fell over when once again forgot that one of his feet was now one third gone.

Immediately, Toothless was there to support him before he could collapse, but in his hurry, he dropped the young Night Fury. She flopped onto the bed, looked shocked for a moment, then turned curious eyes to the two on the side of the bed. She probably thought she was being abandoned, for she suddenly let out a long small growl and jumped onto Hiccup's head and made herself at home there, refusing to let go and even dared sending the older Night Fury a challenging look, and the two glared dagger at each other for a second before Hiccup realized what was going on and loudly interrupted.

"Toothless, where did he…OW!...I mean, she, come from?" he asked as he grabbed for his prosthetic. The tiny Night Fury had tightened her claws as soon as Hiccup said "he", so he could only guess she was the opposite.

His dragon shook his head in a negative response. "No idea," Hiccup muttered. "Yes, that's helpful. C'mon, you," this was directed at the new hatchling, "Let's get you something to eat and let us figure out what this mess is about." His stomach grumbled. "Make that us," Hiccup corrected as he walked toward the door, Toothless next to him, his eyes wary on his friend's steps.

The young Night Fury on top of Hiccup's head looked around the place with huge purple eyes, then as sudden as a riptide, all her excitements died out and she began to snore.

Somebody should add to the Dragon Manual later that Night Furies are an odd breed.

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Thanks for reading,
~the Apprentice