I was never popular in school and I didn't have much of a social life, so being sucked into a world that I thought was fictional really didn't affect me as much as it could have. Despite the fact that I was never really into the How To Train Your Dragon fandom, I guess dipping your toe into the occasional fanfiction or art piece is valid enough for the "Powers That Be" to deposit me here, so no freakout on that part. My mother has been dead since I was six and my dad never gave me the time of day so no concerns there. Yeah, the thing that got to me the most out of the whole "get pulled into a fandom" cliche is the fact that I am now a Cardigan Welsh Corgi of all things. This is gonna be fun said nobody, ever.

I'm lying on a beach, icy cold water is lapping close to my neck, sand is in places sand should never be, and my head hurts. I slowly open my eyes then squeeze them closed as I get two eyelids full of sand and salty sea air. I jerk myself into a somewhat-sitting position and blink like a toddler flicking the light switch.

"Ow! What the shit?!" I yelp and try to rub my eyes with my hands. Or, rather, what used to be my hands. Because what came into contact with my face was not smooth and covered in hangnails. It was furry. Also off-white and small. "MOTHER OF GOD WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!" I screech when I catch sight of paws where there should be human hands. Then another thing hits me. I can see my nose, and it sure isn't human. Since some part of me didn't catch the memo, I scrambled to stand upright. Big mistake as that sent a shooting pain all the way up to my back. "Ow ow ow ow ow!" I moan as I fall forwards onto four stumpy legs. Jesus, all of me was achy and sore and just generally unpleasant. Like i'd been pulled through an old-fashioned clothes wringer. I awkwardly waddled in a somewhat straight line to a rocky outcropping with a tide pool and peered in. If my day wasn't bad before this certainly made it worse. Big pointed ears in a gray merle that masked around my eyes continued all the way down my back and to my horror, ended near the tip of a long fluffy tail. I also had eggshell white going from my forehead down my legs, belly and tipping my tail too. I was a dog. At least my eyes were still hazel-brown. "What. The. SHIT." I barked. Yes, barked. My eyes widened. I fell back and wound up sitting, staring at my reflection. I dunked my head in, praying that this was some sort of fucked-up dream I got from eating raw cookie dough.

Nope. I was awake. Dirty, fluffy, cold, sore, frazzled to say the least, and a dog. Can't get any worse than this, right? Cue the dragons. Nosy dragons at that.

"Hello? Who's down there?" A high pitched feminine voice startled me.

"FUCK!" I shouted as I slipped and fell into the tide pool. I tried getting out, but my short little corgi legs couldn't reach high enough. I was frantically treading water when a sunset-colored dragon not much bigger than me pulled me out by the scruff of my neck and dropped me on the sand near the pool.

"Oh my moon I am so sorry for spooking you there! Are you okay, are you hurt? Do I need to take you to the humans oh my moon I am so so sorry! Here, let me hel-" I interrupted the talkative girl dragon before my ears could fall off.

"Shut. Up." I ground out. "I do not need help. Leave me be." I was surprised at how eloquent I was being. When I was a human i'd have said enough curses to make a sailor blush by now.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" The dragon sputtered. "Oh, you, um, ah, got a little something there, here i'll get that.." She stumbled over her words as she pulled some seaweed, sand, and half a tiny clam shell off my face. "Again, I am so sorry! The humans call me Petite, is there any way I can make it up to you?" Wait a minute. Shit.

"Shit!" I call out. Of all the things, my dope brain goes and forgets what could probably be the only thing I had left.

"Eek! What is it, did I do something wrong?" Petite asks. I try to facepalm, but all that ends up happening is me knocking myself in the nose.

"No, it's not you..." I ground out, rubbing my snout. Petite looks at me funnily, and asks.

"Well, what is it? Please, let me help!" I look away. Lord this was embarassing.

"I... Furgotmuhnum..." I mumble. Petite looks lost.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Say that again please?"

"I forgit mehnom..."

"One more time please?"

"I FORGOT MY NAME!" I shout out, making Petite jump.

"Oh, i'm sorry! Maybe I can help?" She sits next to me and pulls me down to sit with her. "Lets start with the basics, was it a girl's name or a boy's name?"

"You say sorry too much..." I mutter. "Girl's name, like me."

"Ooooh, now we're getting somewhere! Was it a human name?" Petite's practically jumping in her scales right now.

"I think so?" I should hope it was. What kind of life would I suffer through if I had a name like Pinkie or Rainbow?

"Was it... Anjie?" Petite asks after thinking for about half a minute.

"No" I grumble, finding the sand in between my paws very interesting at the moment.

"Beth?"

"No..."

"Cindy?"

"No."

"Deandre?"

"Oh god no."

"Eleanor?"

"This is getting nowhere!" I huff, throwing my head back. "I might as well just get a new name!" I moan, only half-joking.

"Hey, great idea! I'll take you to the human village up there and they'll give you a name!" Petite squealed.

"Hey wait I was only kiddIIIIIIING!" I tried to protest but the excitable girl already had me in the teeth again and OH GOD WE WERE IN THE AIR. I could feel three things at that moment. My blood rushing from my face, my stomach dropping back to the ground below, and my soul leaving my body. I went silent the whole horrifying trip, my tail waaay between my legs. Petite wound up placing me on the ground just outside the village and gave me a moment to catch my breath. "Never... Do that... Againnnnn..." I breathed out.

"Sorry, i'll warn you next time! Now come on, lets go!" She bounded off into the streets, effectively leaving me in the dust.

"H-hey! Wait up!" I called out, struggling to keep up. "You don't just drop a girl off in an unfamiliar place and just leave her... There..." Petite had stopped in front of a thin, red haired boy with only one leg. I had to physically stop myself from shouting out again. Holy shit, this wasn't just anywhere with dragons. This was Berk. The fictional town from the fictional How To Train Your Dragon series, and the boy Petite had practically dragged me to was the protagonist, Hiccup. "Holy shit." I didn't catch myself that time, luckily Petite didn't notice.