How To Train Your Dragon Scenarios

Introducing: Throk

A/N: I'd start with an apology but let's be real we all know I'm absolutely terrible at updating regularly. But, if I can promise you anything, it's that I'll definitely always update eventually. Especially considering the to-do list is looking pretty rad. I've got some more character introduction chapters to work on next. In order, by request: Mala, Ryker, Krogan, and Atali. Then I'm doing one for Johann because I've loved that asshole since Riders of Berk and him being a villain only made him better. After that, I promise I'll be back to regular updates. I appreciate everyone's patience.

.: How You Met :.

Your eyelids were heavy when you woke, struggling to open and falling shut the moment the sunlight began to burn your ill-adjusted eyes. Your head was humming with an unfamiliar fog, not the usual grogginess you were met with in the morning. That was a fleeting state. One you could shake relatively easy in comparison to this. But what was... this?

You searched your brain for any shred of a memory, no matter how small, in an effort to piece together what could be causing the clouded mind and... Aching joints? Not something you noticed right off the bat, but as you were being eased into consciousness, new things were beginning to come to light.

Was this a head injury? Maybe you fell off your dragon. Maybe you never even made it to your dragon, and went plummeting off one of the sprawling walkways on the base at Dragon's Edge. Or maybe you were sick, getting over some sort of flu with sore bones and a high fever. Because whatever was going on was clearly abnormal, especially because you could have sworn you and the other riders showed up at some strange island. That could have been a dream though. You'd all spent quite a bit of time traveling, and it wouldn't be the first time your mind had decided that it would keep you just as busy while you were unconscious as you were when you were awake.

You shook the thoughts. They existed only in the realm of "what ifs" and possibilities. What you needed to focus on were the tangible facts of the situation.

Facts. Like the fact that of all the various aches and pains you were experiencing, your right shoulder had it the worst. So if you fell, it probably took the brunt of it, hopefully providing some sort of buffer before your head hit the ground. You went to roll it a bit, making sure the muscles weren't too stiff, just to find another fact that made your heart freeze within your chest.

Your hands were bound. Tied tight behind your back.

You forced your eyes open, past the searing pain of the bright midday sun, and tried to take in your surroundings.

To your left sat Hiccup, struggling against his binds only briefly before turning his attention outwards. His eyes flitted about, piecing together the situation in the same way he always did. The gears in his head never seemed to stop turning, but to instantly panic and start plotting an escape didn't seem like the most fitting thing to do at the moment. So if that's what he was planning, you'd definitely have to talk him out of it. Unless you were in immediate danger, you should probably wait to get your bearings before you ran.

To your right was Snotlout, in a similar situation but based on his more aggressive attempts to free himself you could only guess he was doing the worst out of the four of you.

You couldn't see how the others were doing. You heard them muttering, felt some shifting behind you, but aside from that their conditions were a mystery. Perhaps that was for the best. That meant less distractions. You knew they were alive, and that's all you needed to know about them at the moment.

You turned your eyes outward, away from your friends and towards the greater unknown, to assess the situation further.

Before you stood a group of people, clad in black. Their faces were mostly obscured, but what you could see of their expression gave you the distinct feeling that you'd all done something gravely wrong. But what could you have possibl- oh.