Sooo this is going to be the frist lemon I write (starting at the second chapter), will see how we go. I just really love Toothless, and in particular Night Furies are extinct save him so the excitement yet unfamiliarity with his own species is a huge part of his character that gets only rudimentary exploration. Plus we don't get to see much from his perspective.

Contains major spoilers for How To Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World, highly recommend seeing the movie before reading as it will make more sense and won't spoil the big questions.

Toothless closed his eyes and folded his ears to the cacophony of dragons below his nest, which hung from the roof of the enormous cavern they all called home. The sound had been steadily climbing over the last few days, and he had a tension across his head that he could not relax.

By his estimate, maybe one and a half seasons had passed since he had left the surface. If the temperature of the water was anything to go by it should be late winter, though he was still adapting to his new environment so couldn't be sure. He vaguely wondered how the other dragons were coping with their new life, they had plenty of food here and fresh water dripped into hundreds of streams and pools within their domain, but on occasion even he missed the warm sun on his belly. Not for the first time he fantasised about visiting his human friend, but they were both alphas with responsibilities. The bad humans must not find this place, his flock, his home, as noisy as it was.

He groaned quietly - these thoughts were not helping the dull pain in his head.

There was a gentle scuffing followed by a rhythm of light clicks. Toothless cracked an eye to see his mate sauntering over to him with her big beautiful eyes locked to his, a sight that still made him giddy. He raised his head to face her, willing her to move a bit faster but too proud to show his impatience. He hoped. At last she sidled into him and nuzzled into his neck and chest, turning his giddiness into a fluttering. There was only her body against his, her chirping and humming in his ears, her smell in his nose, and occasionally her smooth scales on his tongue.

At some point his tail scraped across the ground, and for a moment he could see her pity for him. She knew half of it wasn't real. He snorted and rapped his tail on the ground, stretched out his broad wings; a challenge. I will show you I am not broken. She nuzzled his neck as she stood, then padded over to stand at the precipice. Giving him an unreadable glance over her shoulder, she dropped out of sight.

Toothless bounded after her and threw himself off the edge. He gave a few hard flaps to work the stiffness out, then folded them and let gravity build his momentum. By chance he was watching their nest rise out of sight when his mate appeared behind it - heading in the other direction, wings beating hard in rhythm. That cheeky little... He eased his wings out and felt them catch the air, sliding him out of his dive and hurtling him forward. With the speed came the signature scream of the air being torn apart, and he could just make out his mate flapping a bit harder in response.

She had a lighter build and a healthy lead, but he had bigger wings and years of carrying extra weight had toned and conditioned his muscles. Test me all you want. He followed her gentle weaving between columns, she wasn't giving him any corners to cut, and flew as hard as she did so as to not burn himself out too fast. She didn't try her invisibility, he'd shown before that his sonar could find her easily and she couldn't waste the breath.

They flew far, past the edges of their colony and into a maze of tightly woven pillars. Here he really did have a problem, he couldn't work his fins individually for the precise manoeuvres required to skim the columns at the high speeds they were going. He growled as he lost sight of her, preparing his sonar, but then he shot out into an enormous and empty cavern. She had a considerable lead, but out in the open here he would start gaining again.

Here she started flying more conservatively, but she'd pushed him hard and he no longer had the strength to burst past her. It didn't matter, he was slowly but steadily closing the distance again. Finally, after hours of flying and when he was close enough to get regular wafts of her wonderful scent, she gave in and flapped up to land on a small outcrop on one of the pillars. Toothless used his momentum to gracefully arc up and land behind her, trying not to pant too hard. His whole body burned, particularly his half-tail which had been pulling the weight of the mechanical half, but letting it all relax was absolute bliss.

The rock ground was cool and refreshing, and like most pillars there was a gentle trickle of water down the side which in this case thankfully didn't smell of salt. They both took a moment to gather their composure but nonetheless could only stagger over for a drink and then collapse into a heap on each other. Still riding the high of the chase and revelling in the contact, they purred into each other's musky scent until their breathing calmed and the ache subsided. Before they drifted off to inevitable sleep he nudged her chin up with his snout so he could gaze into her eyes. I will prove it to you as many times as you need.

She gave a long, soft chirp and nestled into his chest. I know. I'm sorry. You're not broken.