Okay, I've been egged on repeatedly by the wonderful @idontknowreallywhy to have a go at this, but I'm a little nervous cos I've never written any HTTYD fanfic ever and am a bit short on the canon in my head, so be kind as I make up a pile of stuff as I go along.
This is a Thunderbirds Are Go and How to Train Your Dragon crossover and I'm chewing fingernails..
Many thanks to both @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for their support in this insanity.
This little bit is just set up so don't expect much, but I hope you enjoy it. My apologies to Toothless.
Hiccup Haddock III was an idiot.
Toothless, the midnight black night fury he was currently clinging to, no doubt agreed.
“I’m sorry, bud, you were right. We should have gone back earlier.” The words were whipped from his mouth by the raging winds, but as always, Toothless heard him regardless.
A deep rumble in the dragon’s throat, vibrating against Hiccup’s thighs, indicated agreement on all fronts.
Hiccup should have known better. He’d seen the signs of changing weather but had ignored them, convincing himself they had a few moments longer. Unfortunately, said weather had disagreed and whipped up one of those sudden storms that had Berk locked down and huddled away.
Except Hiccup and Toothless were in the middle of the ocean with no protection.
He grit his teeth against the wind, desperately attempting to help Toothless manage their flight. At first, he had tried for home, his dragon friend whacking him with an ear flap in annoyance…always listen to your dragon…but the conditions had changed so abruptly for the worse, that now it was a case of desperately trying to keep aloft and not slammed into the ocean.
They had tried for height, Toothless as always knowing exactly how high they were, in an attempt to get above the storm. But the thunderheads went on forever and they reached as high as Hiccup could go - Toothless could always go higher, but he didn’t seem inclined to do it carrying a frozen friend on his back.
Toothless snarled and then attempted speed, trying to get out of the squall. But Thor had other ideas and along with several lightning strikes that had Hiccup’s hair standing on end, despite the wind and now the sleet, it soon became a struggle to stay in the sky at all, much less attain any directional speed.
And now they were in trouble.
Astrid was going to kill him if he managed to ever see her again.
Dad, as always was the reason he was out here in the first place. Just another day where father and son just couldn’t see eye to eye. Another day that found Hiccup fleeing on Toothless and no doubt Stoick the Vast ranting in the smithy with Gobber.
Beneath him, Toothless growled in alarm as they were suddenly swept sideways and down.
His friend’s wings struggled against the gale, but were snapped back, his growl turning into a wail of pain.
The wind took them and Hiccup could do little but cling to Toothless as they were swept into a dark and violent maelstrom.
It was all sensation after that. Toothless fighting beneath him. Pain. Freezing everything.
This was it. His own stupidity, not listening to his dragon, and forever being fearful of his father and the future. It all had finally done him in.
Saved Berk, but was too stupid to save himself.
A sudden yank upwards against the wind startled him. But before he could react something grabbed him.
He was lifted from Toothless. A tug as his safety line pulled then fell slack as if snapped. No!
He struggled but it was too dark and whatever had him, had a solid grip. “Toothless!”
The wind raged but he wasn’t falling. He attempted to fight himself free, but his arms were pinned to his sides and he couldn’t…
The wind whipped the name from his mouth.
Toothless was gone. He had to be. His dragon couldn’t fly without him. His thoughts swirled like the wind battering his senses and he clenched his eyes shut in grief. Toothless!
“You’re going to be okay.”
The words were heavily accented and heard mostly through whatever he was held against, and he only heard them because the winds were dying.
Hiccup flung his eyes open. He was flying. But not on Toothless. His heart lurched.
He was on another dragon, black and silver danced beneath a dark grey sky. In the distance the sun managed to peek through over a bunch of islands fading into the grey sea.
“Óen has your dragon. Don’t be worried.” There was such surety in that voice, Hiccup had to believe.
“Scott o’ Clan O’Treasaigh and Óen. We’re here to rescue you.”