Bol here, in case you don't know I am unable to carry on writing stories at my current pace on my own account so I will endeavor to migrate the chapters of said stories to the account of my dear friend, PassiveBot. In the process of this migration I found several errors and discrepancies with my stories that quite frankly, shocks me that I was unable to proof read my old stories effectively.

As such, these chapters will take a slight more time to transfer to this account and will bear with them many changes, small changes here and there, big changes there and about, it should be evident from this chapter. This is done to ensure a higher quality of writing and to ensure that the plot that not bear too many similarities to the story by the very talented TryStrike which I unfortunetely, and unwittingly borrowed too many similarities from in my first publishing of Sun Kissed.

Well, my business voice is exhausted, read on and do leave a review on what you think of the edited story.

"So, first question."

Toothless listened to the sound of wind whistling in his ears, plucking at his scales like a cool wave and stinging his eyes softly. He lay on his back, perched precariously on summit of a sheer roof, lazy, half-shut eyes glancing over the cloud-dappled sky. The wind carried a draft of salt sea air and the musk of sheep and Dragons. He answered nonchalantly, "Shoot."

"Favourite colour?"

"Green if I'm in a good mood, Black if I'm not."

"Favourite food?"

"You know that weird red little fish? The one with the pink flesh?"

"Ah, Salmon. Okay, favourite two-legs?"

"Hiccup, that's a given."

"Favourite Dragon."

Toothless opened his jaws as the name hung on his tongue, then shut them quickly. He rolled over, making the wooden roof creak slightly, and faced the asker, a crimson Monstrous Nightmare who was curled around the wooden figurehead nailed to the front of the roof. Black barbs that spanned the huge Nightmare's length carved white scars into the wood as Hookfang puffed a cloud of flame in boredom and asked, "So? Who is it? Could it be the very handsome, mysterious and dangerous Monstrous Nightmare before you?"

Toothless made a retching gesture over the side of the roof and the Nightmare gave an amused, rumbling chuckle. "So not me, who is it then?"

Hiccup was off doing whatever two-legs do in their spare time, scurrying about on those weedy little stick-legs, giving Toothless more free time than he'd like. It seemed that Hookfang's rider was also busy, exercising those tiny sinews in his arms to impress female two-legs, so the Dragon had found Toothless here, on the roof of Hiccup's, and they were finding ways to amuse themselves.

Hookfang seemed to think for a while, before he narrowed his eyes and leant in slightly, smoke trailing from the corners of his jaws. He hissed teasingly, "It's Stormfly ain't it?"

Toothless' eyes widened, before he scoffed in shock, "Hah! That's crazy, as if I'd ever… no, just no. She's my friend."

"It is her!" he exclaimed, his snarl turning a few heads of passing two-legs below and flying Dragons above. Hookfang loomed closer and grinned, revealing double rows of long fangs. He glanced to either side to make sure no one was eavesdropping, before asking lowly, "Does she know?"

Toothless rolled his eyes and pushed Hookfang away with one leg. "I told you, she's my friend! Friend! You deaf as well as stupid?"

Hookfang didn't seem to care. As the Nightfury pretended to inspect his jet black wings, the other Dragon inched closer, slyly asking, "Have you made a move yet? Always make the first move, bro! The ladies love a guy with confidence."

Toothless smirked, "I'm sure you have a lot of experience with the ladies."

"You bet! Look at this one over here," he raised his wing to show a pale scar along his red and black mottled side. "From a smokey Sand Wraith, this lo-o-ong one up here is from a Timberjack, these two from a Hideous Zippleback, trust me, she was anything but Hideous, both heads got bitey though, and this one from a Stormcutter, it goes all the way down to my-"

"I get the image," Toothless interrupted, shaking his head and trying to clear his mind of it immediately thereafter. "Did you do anything with them besides being their scratching post?"

As he smiled at his own joke, Hookfang said, "Ha ha, joke all you like, but in all seriousness, if you want to make a move you better do it fast."

He kept silent as Hookfang cleaned his claws, continuing, "We won't be young forever, you know? We're two handsome young bachelors, me at least, and Stormfly's a cute lass. She's a bit older than you so she must be nearly, sixteen, you know what that means."

Toothless smirked and raised an eyebrow at his friend. Hookfang continued, "Let's just say if you leave the fish, there'll be a queue at the shore when you get back."

Another wind blew through Berk, carrying with it the breath of the fisherman returning from sea. Toothless licked his lips, tasting the tang of fish. He sighed, "Maybe you're right." He looked down at the two-legs fretting about their little lives in the grass below. "But even if I do say something, will it even work? I mean, she's a Nadder, I'm a Nightfury, what if things get awkward? Then what do I- are you even listening?"

Hookfang was smiling stupidly now, smoke streaming from his nostrils with the hint of something burning. "So you do like her."

"Argh! This is useless."

He gave a cackling laugh, before breathing deep to catch his breath and saying, "If you want my advice- don't make that face, I know you want my wisdom- go out there right now. Like, legit right now, go up to her, ground her for a moment and bring her somewhere real nice, real quiet, have a bit 'o chat, maybe share a fish or two, and here's the trick."

Toothless watched, intrigued, as Hookfang curled around the figurehead again. "Pretend I'm you and you're Stormfly. When you feel the time is right, you lean in close, make her look you in the eye like so." Hookfang's slanted golden eyes locked with Toothless' green ones. "You look deep into her eyes- the window to the soul you know- and then while she's laughing awkwardly trying to figure out what you're doing, you lean in close and tell her not to struggle too much. Then you take her, push her down against the ground and then you-"

Toothless turned away from his friend's raucous laughter, growling, "Damn it, Hookfang, why does everything you say have to end like that!"

Toothless honestly had a bit of trouble finding Stormfly.

He'd known her long enough to figure out her usual haunts, Astrid's house, the creek in the woods or, like most Dragons, the Larder, but he couldn't find her at a single one of these places today. She wasn't hard to find, with her brilliant scales and bubbly attitude.

Hookfang ticked off a list aloud as he flew ahead of Toothless, "So we've searched the cave stables, the Big House, the Small House, Astrid's House, the Creek, the Larder. Where haven't we searched yet…"

Maybe she's out with Astrid, he thought hopefully.

Their search wasn't exactly helped by the fact that Toothless could barely fly without Hiccup, the red tail sail fitted to him wasn't exactly the most intuitive of instruments, to say the least.

"Oh, mother f-" Toothless yelped as his tail sail closed again, mid-glide, and he careened to the side, nearly tackling a flying Gronckle and scrabbling for purchase on the side of a roof.

Hookfang turned in mid-air, he had no trouble flying solo. He laughed, "Having a bit of trouble, small fry?"

"Shut up!" Toothless growled, crawling to the top of the roof, whacking his tail sail against the wood until the metal and cloth snapped back open. He called out to Hookfang as he took off unsteadily again, "How do we even know Stormfly's free? She could be out flying with Astrid!"

"Well if you keep being so pessimistic we'll never find her!" Hookfang called back. "Don't you want to see yourself get embarrassed?"

"No!" Honestly he didn't know why he'd let Hookfang rope him into this. Toothless shook his sail again, the metal fittings clinking against each other as it opened and closed again. "She could be a million miles out to sea and we'd never know!"

"The Sea! We haven't been to the Cliff yet!" He exclaimed. "Come on, black fish!"

They did find Stormfly out on the limestone cliffs, her wings spread out, airing them in the sea wind. The Sunlight glinted off her iridescent scales like a prism, as if she were shimmering in the morning light.

Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Toothless stood just where the green grass and moss faded to sun bleached stone. Stormfly stood barely ten metres in front of him, still unaware that he was there, but he was sure it was her.

He growled to himself, Stupid, stupid. Glancing back he saw the edge of the two-legs' village some distance away, and the red of Hookfang perched luxuriously upon a rooftop, watching with anticipation. He wanted to curse his friend aloud as he turned back to face Stormfly, he should have never agreed to this.

He could still hear Hookfang's cackling laughs, You know you want to do this. Why else would you be still here?

Hookfang was right, but Toothless couldn't stop worrying though. What if she thinks I'm being weird? What if things get uncomfortable? What if I ruin our friendship? Damn, this is a really bad idea.

He shifted on his claws, unsure, damp grass and stones scrunching quietly underfoot. I should just go, Hookfang'll laugh at me but at least I won't have to do this. I just need to leave before she realises I was ever here…

As the Nightfury began to turn the wet stones scrunched under his claws, making him cringe. Stormfly looked back in surprise, a snarl on her snout at first, before her eyes lit up. "Toothless! What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I was just…" He wanted to curse his luck and fly away without looking back, instead he plastered a grin onto his face and forced out the words, "Hey, Stormfly, uh, what's up?" Welp, it was too late to go back now. Hookfang was probably laughing his scales off.

Stormfly started, "Hm, funny you should ask." She scooted over and turned to face the sea, obviously expecting him to join her on the cliffside. Which he did.

Toothless sat himself down as she tipped her head to the sky, exposing her bare neck to the sea. Here, where the giant roars of waves reached him from so far below as they crashed into the cliffs, he could feel the sea spray cast in the wake of the rolling water despite a hundred metres of distance. It was cold, tingling, the wind so strong it felt like he could be batted aside like a toy by the breeze alone.

Stormfly took a deep breath of the salt air, wings spread and closed eyes pointed skywards. She sighed, "This is awesome, isn't it? No more Dragons, no more Riders, just you and the Sea, it makes you feel…"

Toothless would have filled that blank with a dozen different words, small, uncertain, even a bit afraid, but instead he said, "…alive."

She smiled without looking at him. "Exactly."

Stormfly shook her body and rattled her wings, a light mist of condensation on her scales rolled off in a coat of dew that caught Toothless in the eye. He flinched slightly, blinking to get the salt out. She said, "You know, it's a strange thing that you showed up. Most of the time I come here with Astrid and we fly for hours, skimming the waves, riding the sea squalls. She was busy today and it didn't feel… right anymore, to go flying without her."

Toothless looked at her, entranced by every word she said. "Why not?"

"Well, I tried it but it's been so long since I've flown without someone to scream with, someone to laugh with. I need a wingman."

Stormfly turned to him with a sly, dangerous smile. "Which is where you come in."

Okay, so after editing and the injection of new content, I've decided to split the previously chapter one into two chapters. Please leave a review on what you think, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and that my story was not too painful to read.