AN: Alright, everyone! Hello and welcome to Mehr Als Es Scheint (More Than It Seems)! This story came from a prompt in drabbles for "The Odd Ones" and it was a substantially potential plot so I'd been thinking about it for a while. This story will be short—this is due to other stories and school. But who knows? I don't! XD

Okay… So, let's do this!

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own this brilliant movie until it comes out!

Mehr Als Es Scheint

Cursed

It had taken them a few days to get back to the village, and Hiccup was thankful the journey had not been longer—winter was steadfastly approaching. Wrapping the woolen blanket closer, Hiccup furrowed his brows together, trying to figure this all out.

Toothless was human—completely and undeniably human.

It had been so great a shock, the only thing his mind could process was the fact Toothless had been naked; that's how astonishing the whole moment had seemed. The surreal entirety of it all finally came crashing down when he and Toothless had entered the village.

Even as a human, the villagers of Berk approached with caution. He was unlike any other person they'd seen: tall, muscular yet lean, possessing lovely russet skin, hair the color of a raven's wing, and deep, enchanting beryl oculars bore into them.

Hiccup swore he could feel waves of pure carnality emanating from the female Vikings; Hiccup was glad he had fashioned something decent to cover Toothless up, if this was just from staring at a bare chest.

Ultimately, withal, they felt fear. And, honestly, he felt and understood that deeper than he wanted.

Stoick the Vast came up to the front of the crowd, eyeing the stranger with analytical suspicion.

"Son, who is this newcomer? And where is Toothless?"

His mouth and throat now dry, he managed to choke, "Dad, this is Toothless."

And the village went deadly silent before a commotion stirred through them.

Sighing, Hiccup put his face in his hands. This was too much to take in.

"Hiccup,"

Lifting his head, the young Viking looked up into his father's face, Gobber, Astrid and the others all gathered behind him.

"How exactly did this all happen, Hiccup?"

Looking down, Hiccup brushed his hair from his face, dragging in a deep breath and rushing it out. "Toothless said Loki did it."

"Loki?" questioned Stoick, a murmur trickling through the others.

With a nod, Hiccup told them how the sky had blackened, soot and ash dirtying the once snowy clouds. Toothless was suddenly knocked down from a fierce blow from the sky, and the crashed painfully into the wet earth. Head reeling, he had been impaled hard into the ground, not knowing what—or rather who—was there.

Toothless had roared and screeched with all his might, almost like he had been pleading, making a deal.

Hiccup felt the force lift off his chest and he watched in horror as Toothless writhed, the cracking of his spine making him nauseous from the helplessness he had no control over. Once it had been done, Hiccup couldn't understand anything over it. He left out the part when a naked Toothless embraced him long and hard.

That would've given them a few laughs. And he did not want to put up with that right now.

Walking forward, Astrid placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, and he looked up to see a reassuring smile on her face. Throat clenched, he weakly returned it.

"What are we going to do about Toothless then?" his father spoke, his face pensive.

"More importantly," Gobber added, "What are we going to do with the other dragons now that their leader is like this?"

"What do you mean?" Hiccup and Stoick demanded simultaneously.

"I'm merely sayin' that, due to these circumstances, the dragons decide to try and find a new leader—it seems unlikely that Toothless is fearsome in this form to the others, now."

Hiccup felt his heart quicken. "That can't happen! Toothless isn't weak, he's just human now!"

"And I'm not arguing with ye on that, Hiccup. It's just a precaution I'm suggestin'."

Looking back down, hands locked tightly on both knees, Hiccup prayed to whatever god with compassion left would make sure that never happened. The very thought of the dragons turning on them was more than he could bear.

"We'll just…" he murmured, "We'll just keep an eye on them, more… That's all."

Stoick started to speak, "Hiccup, perhaps you should—"

"Dad, I know what you're going to say, but I have to disagree. I told you all before they're not dangerous—they just have to be watched over. That's it."

The finality in his son's words made Stoick halt any response he had planned. In that instant, pride swelled and he nodded in acknowledgement to his son's wish, trying to keep a smile to keep from forming.

Hiccup seemed to know anyway, and looked back at the blazing flames.

The door opened then, and the group turned around to see Toothless striding in, now donned in more appropriate attire and Hiccup couldn't help but remark to himself that Toothless… fit into those, not just physically but just the whole concept of Viking and warrior screamed.

The rest were abnormally silent, moving their gazes back and forth from the floor, to Hiccup, to—very briefly—at Toothless and back. Hiccup, unnerved as well, decided to be the first one to speak. It was absurd, after all, to not talk to your best friend just because they changed. "Hey, Toothless; did you need something?"

"No, not at all, thank you." Toothless replied, smiling at him.

This was disturbing to them as a whole—they were so used to the actual toothless grin.

The girls, while feeling the same, felt heat rise to their faces, now having heard him speak; they had not expected his voice to sound so…attractive. Deep, vibrant and rich without being too low… This was much, much too weird, and when Ruffnut and Astrid met each other's eyes, they knew they agreed on the same thing.

"Was there anything else?" asked Hiccup.

"Yes, Hiccup, I was wondering if I could speak with you. Alone." He added when the others were preparing themselves to be seated. Reluctantly, Hiccup nodded, watching his father, Gobber and the rest exit from the Great Hall.

Toothless relaxed, tension easing from his broad shoulders. He moved to sit on the floor beside Hiccup, one leg bent, an arm resting upon it while the other stretched lazily before him. For a while, he simply watched the burning gold and red, a feeling of homesickness piercing his chest.

Hiccup was anxious but admittedly relieved that Toothless didn't start speaking just yet. Bad as it was, his mind still couldn't process the entire situation. So when Toothless finally spoke, Hiccup cringed inwardly.

"The dragons won't do anything, and I'm glad that you understood that."

Hiccup's eyes widened a fraction. "You…?"

"I heard. Not on purpose, but I heard the whole conversation."

"Eavesdropping doesn't become you, Toothless." Hiccup said, smiling a little.

Toothless glanced over his shoulder, eyes a smoldering halcyon in the firelight. "Why not, Hiccup?"

"For one, you're not supposed to say that you eavesdropped. And secondly, that just doesn't seem like something you'd do. Where's that dragon honesty?"

Toothless chuckled and shook his head. "I suppose it left when my body changed."

At this, both became petulantly silent, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof.

"What are we going to do?" the younger male finally questioned, looking down at his best friend.

"I don't know." Toothless replied; he really didn't. Because to break the curse, he had to tell the Viking beside him he loved him. And, even dragons, aren't prepared to reveal their secrets.

AN: Not bad for a start, right? Well, at least I hope so! LOL