Valka desperately clutched her beloved 5 year old son Hiccup as they mounted Cloudjumper, the large stormcutter that she had foolishy befriended that life changing night.
5 years earlier
The warm memories stuck fresh in her brain, even in her slumber the horrifying sounds of her precious child's cries as a dragon ripped through her husbands fine craftwork, into Hiccup's room.
She remembered rushing towards the heart wrenching howls ready to defend her premature baby, only to find the mysterious four winged beast, gently cooeing the little one with his razor-sharp claw, that could easily rip the infant to shreds at will.
Grabbing the sword she approached the creature far too shocked and mesmerised to form an attack. She remembered her heart stop as her foot stepped on the loose floorboard Stoick promised to fix that winter, but never got around to, she remembered the dragon moving away from her son, accidently planting a scar accross his chin, causing him to erupt in sobs once again.
The beast's slits immediately diluded as he nimbly twisted his owl like head, observing the Viking women, who for some reason, didn't decapitate her once believed to be enemy. For a second, their eyes met as if they were scanning through each others souls, memorising each aspect, each delciously beautiful detail.
Then the moment ended by her husband breaking through their wall of curiosity with a steel axe and a shout of anger.
The dragon believing the man was a threat to the women and her offspring attacked with his lethal flames, intending to mercilessely murder her cherished soul mate.
"Valka run!" The man screamed jumping through the flames to Hiccup's cradle, still trying to protect his wife and only son, even in the face of death.
"No don't!" Valka cried as the beast turned his head,
ready to strike Stoick down to ashes. Much to Valka's dismay, the dragon followed her request and fled through the window. Shaking with fear over the fact her husband had nearly perished, because of her incapability to slay the creatures the vikings had been at war with for 300 blood thirsty years.
Valka wanting to forget the night's events, prayed to the gods hoping that was the final time she would encouter that dragon, her prayers were not answered.
"Mama, Toothless and me are hungry!" Hiccup sobbed refering to the young night fury that sat perched on Valka's srawny shoulder who leaned down and licked the boy's tears affectionately whimpering in agreement,
"shh, hush now, we mustn't draw attention to ourselves" Valka scolded her son and the orphaned hatchling she had grown to accept as her own.
The night they found Toothless started out average, she and Hiccup were silently taking their midnight stroll, on their way to visit Cloudjumper on the north beach, Hiccup was giggling excitedly knowing they were going for a flight on their unlikely friend.
"Mama, when can we tell Dad about Cloudjumper?" The 4 year old asked as he jumped around the rocky path leading to the greyish beach.
Valka sighed, she hated forcing Hiccup to keep secrets from his father, but it was for the best
"never son, do you understand? If you ever tell him, he will kill Cloudjumper and be very angry at Mommy" she told him, not bothering to sugarcoat the cold reality of the truth.
Hiccup nodded his head, disapointed over the fact they couldn't share this secret beyond themselves. As the beach grew nearer Hiccup began to feel the strange urge to halt in his place, being a self-assured child he followed his gut instincts and stopped, causing his mother to walk straight into his small frame.
"Hiccup, what on earth are you doing?" Valka questioned as the boy started to poke around the bushes,
"something's here! I can feel it!" The boy insisted as he pulled back a mulberry bush, to reveal a tiny huddled figure whimpering at the cold sea breeze that hit him as he was exposed from his shell.
"Mama look!" Hiccup exclaimed reaching out for the creature,
"No! it's a night fury!" Valka yelped pulling her son back protectively just as the hatchling began to curiously sniff the boy's extended hand. The sudden jerk caused the little dragon to retreat in fear, striking gult into Valka's heart, the baby meant no harm to her child.
"All right, approach it, but slowly" she warned Hiccup realising her iron grip and gently pushing him towards the night fury.
The boy immediately ran up to the hatchling with obsidian-like scales, pulling it's shivering body into a warm embrace. Valka was about to scold her son for his reckless behaviour, but stopped herself when she saw the hatchlings green eyes light up, as he affectionately opened his mouth to lick the child, revealing a toothless set of gums,
"hmm I think Toothless is a suitable name for this little guy" Valka laughed scratching the night fury under the chin, recieving a couple licks and playful nibbles in return.
"Toothless! Toothless!" Hiccup giggled as the now named hatchling tackled his adoptive brother wrestling with him playfully.
"Welcome to the family Toothless" she whispered pulling her two boys into her loving arms, continuing down the path, ready to show her beloved Cloudjumper their new find.
"Mama how long are we gonna be gone?" A sleepy Hiccup asked as his mother secured him on Cloudjumper's scaly back,
allowing Toothless to crawl onto the boy's lap, "quite awhile baby" the women admitted sadly, as she placed last the last basket of fish onto Cloudjumper. She stared back to check of her two babies, only two find them already in deep sleep, cuddled up in each other's arms.
The adorable sight made the guilt of leaving her husband, her people and everthing she had known, to protect a couple of dragons.
Perhaps she wasn't doing this just for Cloudjumper and Toothless, maybe she was doing this so her son wouldn't grow up to be one of them, a viking, a murderer. While a lot was unknown to the now single mother, one thing was clear, she was running away from Berk.