Things used to be different, dragons and Vikings were enemies. Day by day we would attack their village for food. But everything changed when I met a peculiar boy, who knew we would've become the best of friends. My name is Toothless and I'm here to tell my story.

It all started when I was assigned to destroy the human defenses. Long enough for the others to gather enough food to bring back to the alpha. Once I never knew what emotion would feel like, back then I was a ruthless killer trained to be the assassin the alpha wanted in his clan. My pack mates would all fear of the punishment if they don't please the alpha. We were branded with numbers instead of names.

#1 was in charge of conducting the plans for each raid. He was a deadly nadder with scales as the color of coal. In my younger days, I would go rogue causing my other superiors to grow their hatred for me.

"now you all know what to do now let's move" #1 ordered

"yes general" all the dragons responded as they all got ready to take off

I followed orders that were my purpose according to the alpha. But he had never gotten control over me. He could never manipulate me like the others. As usual, we would fly off towards the village before first light. I always initiated the first attack a few of the other dragons would follow suit while the others gather food. Many human homes were being burned to the ground, many of my kin were killed during the raid or captured. But I never cared for it was to kill or be killed. #1 called us back and they began to fly off while I stayed a little longer.

"let's go we have enough...hopefully," #1 said afraid of the consequences

"you heard him lets go!" #67 yelled to the troops and flew off

I watched them leave, I stayed longer for some reason I felt drawn to the village below for what reason I did not know. As I flew throughout the night sky I heard something coming towards me. Before I could react I felt pain and lost consciousness. When I awoke I was tangled in ropes along with something on my muzzle. I growled lowly making the creature scream in fear.

What I saw did not surprise me, humans were known to hunt down whatever dragon they caught. I accepted my fate when he lifted the blade into the air but I felt the ropes loosen around me and heard the sound of the human grunting as he looked around for more of his kind. The human was a scrawny thing he seemed different than the others. But I could never let my guard down not for one second.

When I was given the chance I sprung a surprise attack and pinned the human under me. He looked at me in fear as expected but I couldn't bear to kill him. In my training, I created my own sense of honor. A life for a life, he spared mine might as well spare his. With a roar, I flew off into the forest ignoring the pain throughout my body.

I'm sure Toothless has told you his side of the story. But I would like to tell you mine, My name's Hiccup. I'm the son of the Chief of Berk heir to the throne. I never lived up to my father's expectations back then or anyone's for that matter. Now Toothless might've told you what happened that day when we first encountered each other but here's my side of the story.

I was sleeping peacefully before the sounds of the horn blowing awoke me. I tiredly got out of bed and went downstairs. When I opened the door, sleep left my eyes as I saw a monstrous nightmare outside my house. I closed the door before it could kill me. I panted slightly before running out of my home. Many of my people noticed me I could see the glares they gave me as I ran by.

"What are you doing out! Get back inside!" A Viking woman said as she charged into battle

"Get back inside!" A Viking man said as he raised his ax at a gronckle

I winced slightly as I heard the cracking sound of the dragon's skull being smashed. I didn't know why I felt that way at the time. But I ignored and made my way to Gobber's Shop. As everyone knows what happened during my time in the village. I'm going to skip ahead when I find the elusive Night Fury.

During that day, I spent all morning looking for the night Fury I shot down hours before. I was about to give up when I noticed the broken trees in my path. I followed the broken twigs and branches towards were the night Fury May have landed. I peeked over a rock, my eyes widening as I ducked down for cover. Panting heavily I looked up again and made my way towards the rare dragon.

"I did it this fixes everything!, I have brought down this mighty beast!" Hiccup said excitingly until the dragon moved his head and scared him

The dragon stared at me with its green eyes that looked very similar to mine. I raised my blade above my head and noticed how the dragon accepted his fate. I closed my eyes and hesitated before losing my arms.

"I did this" hiccup muttered sadly

I was about to walk away but I couldn't let someone else find him. I cut the ropes, any normal Viking would have killed the night Fury without hesitation but I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. As I cut the ropes the dragon pinned me down and corned me near the same rock I hid behind earlier. It stared at me while I accepted my own fate of death. But what surprised me is that he spared my life but gave me a clear enough message to leave him be.

I saw him fly off somewhere into the woods, getting up from the ground slightly shaking from the near-death experience. I began to walk but I fainted due to the shock that I've experienced. When I awoke it was already dark I walked back to my home hoping my father was asleep as I couldn't bear to face him.

Back at home safe and sound from the creatures of the night. I was in my bedroom looking at the family portrait of me and my family. My mother's face was charred from the night she was taken by a dragon. But one thing kept bothering me, Gobber always told me dragons always go for the kill but why didn't the night Fury?