Begone-HTTYD AU

Papers and dragons.

The village was actually not that bad, even though the sunny morning turned to a sudden clouded sky with a haphazard manar, and the sun more of a red tint than it's usual attire. The clouds were dull, grey.

Toothless was next to the Blacksmith, fiddling with the toy Gustav had given him. The young boy was laughing as the Night Fury struggled to play with the toy.

Inside the workshop, Fishlegs, Gobber and Hiccup worked on upgrading Toothless's prosthetic tail.
"We want something that is light!" Said Fishlegs.
"Something that won't rip easily." Said Hiccup.
"Something fireproof to avoid the blazing flames of a dragons breath!"
Said Gobber.

They sat around a circular table, a large sheet infront of them, three pens and ink and many tools. From far away they'd seem like they've been working for hours. Behind the curtains, they had nothing on their planning sheet. Zero ideas. None.

Hiccup bumped his head onto the table, resting in defeat while groaning. Fishlegs looked at him in a questioning matter and Gobber proceeded on thinking harder.

On the spur of the moment a high shriek lifted Hiccup's attention. He looked behind him to find a brown and red Terrible Terror flying towards him. It screeched and landed on his shoulder.

"Terror mail." Hiccup commented. He took the note taped around the Terror's leg and opened it. Before he started reading he was interrupted by Gobber.

"Tell us what's it 'bout and from whom!" He demanded, waving his hook. Fishlegs shrugged, agreeing with Gobber. Hiccup rolled his eyes and chuckled, before reading what was written.

"Dear chief, we have an emergency. A rare species of dragon was sighted in our territory last night, and this morning we have found it lying in the ground, barely alive. Scars and gashes were all over it, and it definitely wasn't made by man kind."

"We are half way through our trip to Berk with a small boat and the dragon while you are reading this. We hope to see you very soon.

Signed, Heather and the gang."

Hiccup's eyes widened. He looked at Fishlegs and then at Gobber. This was bad, like really bad. If a rare species of dragon was sighted anywhere near his land, let alone inside it, that means it is not at it's home land since there are no rare species of dragon living in the land.

He quickly got up and dashing outside the forge, the other two following behind. Toothless and Gustav looked at them in curiosity and quickly followed them. They were all headed to the decking.

When they arrived they saw a small dot at the very end of the horizon. Hiccup brought out his magnifying glass and looked through it, yup, it was his clan. They are going to take at least an hour or so, to his guessing.

"Fishlegs, I need you to get the medical dragon kit ready. Just like how I tought you, quick!" Hiccup demanded, Fishlegs jumped, but quickly proceeded on the orders he recieved. Once he was out of sight, Hiccup turned to Toothless.

The thick tension was broken when Astrid arrived from where ever she was. She had a slightly shook look. "Hiccup, your father is asking if the ship belongs to you, does it?"

Hiccup eyes her closely, nodding. "Don't worry, stand down. It's alright." He comforts her, he wishes he could say the same for himself but as every second passes by extra and extra bolders add onto his shoulders.

His panic was slightly calmed with the comforting purrs of his dragon. He smiles as he pets Toothless turning his head around to see his friend. Hiccup sighed, sitting down patiently waiting for Fishlegs.

What would a rare dragon be doing at his land? It wouldn't be there for fun, it needs it's environment... It could be a a traveler, Hiccup thought. But what's up with all those scars? And not man made?

It scared Hiccup that something cruel to leave it's prey to die with millions of gashes and not feast upon it is near his homeland. His crew would be indanger, the dragons, his home...

His train of thoughts came to a stop. He looked up, eyeing Gustav. He had a curious look on his face, sitting down next to the dragon rider.
"What's up?" He questioned.

Hiccup handed him the mail instead of explaining. He felt distress, not in the mood to talk. Gazing back at the horizon he waited. Where is Fishlegs?

The raging foot steps came as Hiccup's buffy friend came back, a large basket hanging from his back. He arrived to where the dragon, blacksmith, 15 year old and dragon rider were and placed the baskst gently.

Hiccup thanked him and began preparing things for the dragon. It would need immediate treatment. He wandered what Heather did to it, and if she discovered anything new.

No, Hiccup, this isn't the time for studying. There is a dragon hurt, get youself together.

With that he rested slightly, watching the boat lurk closer and closer towards them.