Man of Wessex: Going off the Map (DISCONTINUED)

Survivor

Author's Note: Okay so, I've been getting back into the HTTYD universe lately, and after being disappointed after going through AO3, Wattpad, and here on FanFiction of not being able to find any fanfics in this universe of an OC finding his/her own dragon and bonding with said dragon. So that's going to be my goal here, and it will happen. So yes, there will be dragon on human action in this series, bluntly put, smut! Yes! LOTS and LOTS of dirty smut between my two OC's; a female dragon and a male human, y'all know how I rock ;) [Human on human relationship are so boring and dull] BUT, as always, there must be sufficient character build-up before any sort of romantic, intimate relationship sparks between my OC human and OC dragon.

Anyways! This first chapter will be my last update before I ship off for bootcamp, I am SO glad I got to finish and publish this for all y'all before I ship out.

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"Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive."

-Cassandra Clare

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Early Spring of 875 A.D.

Three years after Red Death's defeat

128 kilometers south of Berk

Naval exploration caravan from the Kingdom of Wessex heading due West

Daybreak

The Anglo-Saxon, or more specifically put, the Wessex teenager had never seen a dragon before in all his Life. Nor did he ever think he would see the day a human, sitting atop one of them, let alone controlling one.

Never had he ever, felt as much fear as he had in his whole Life at this particular moment, when said dragon landed in front of him, cutting him off from reaching the railings of the ship to see what was going on, on the sinking wooden ship he was in temporary command of, which was taking water fast from the stern and the canvas sails were interwoven with lots much flame. The vessel wasn't going anywhere but down.

The dragon's sudden landing sent a quick tremmer across the wooden planked deck that made the lad fall to his hands and knees. Reflexively, he plopped onto his rear, staring directly at the dark silhouette of a winged beast. Fires that adorned the canvas sails above and many ropes that were crisscrossing like a spider web across the deck, roared directly behind it, which revealed the stark contrast between fire and beast, until it lit itself on fire, revealing itself in its full glory, accompanied with a nasty roar that rendered the youngster's hearing to a high-pitched ring.

It slowly advanced on him while a rider sat perched upon the neck of that fiery winged menace, pointing a sword that he had in hand at the young boy.

He began frantically scooting backwards on his rear-end with his hands aiding him in backpedaling away from the flaming dragon that was persistently trailing him down not more than five yards away with heavily narrowed eyes. He tried to escape by dashing away but this damnable beast would shootout small bursts of liquidized flame in whichever direction he would run, forcing him to stay on his bottom.

The teenager was unable to wrench his gaze from the dragon that was still steadily advancing on him, with its rider still pointing his very long sword at him; it was as if the rider was commanding the winged beast to target him specifically. In fact he didn't doubt it, albeit surprisingly, since today was his first time seeing a real life dragon that, up until this early morning, he thought were just myths. So seeing another human riding one was too much for him to take in all at once.