Notes ! : Alright, let's get a few things out of the way before we start on our magical journey through my mine and curiosity. This will be my first time to writing a "How to train your Dragon" Fanfiction. I was a big fan of the book, and don't know why it took me so long to make something like this. So I will assure you now, I am not new to writing; I have written several fanfictions to other books, and are currently making a novel of my own. So don't worry this won't suck that bad, there will probably be minor mistakes in spelling and grammar.

So this Fanfiction is based off that scene where Hiccup touches Toothless for the first time and that beautiful song "Forbidden Friendship" plays. Well watching that scene it made me think, what about Toothless POV? Through this movie I kept thinking about it. So I'm going to make it possible. I'm going to write a Fanfiction on Toothless POV. Hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review, voice your opinions, I like hearing things I should improve on. Just be a little gentle on words. Follow and Favorite!

Prologue

There is always a special feeling everyone has, that feeling that brings you to peace, brings you to eternal bliss. This feeling is triggered by hunting in the early morning, practicing at a certain skill that'll impress your parents, or just taking a walk down a green forest's path. Whatever it is, you'll do anything to achieve that feeling, and soon enough it because your dirty secret, your own hobby.

Nothing can beat that feeling. Not even everything you ever wanted. It just can't compare to anything. And my feeling, my bliss, is flying.

It's the way the wind feels as it caresses the body, kisses the face and takes one to new heights. Flying makes me feel free, makes me feel as if I'm the only one in the sky, the only one who embraces the playfuly tugging of the wind as I glide through.

Night is the best time for me to fly. It's that chilling air that trickles through my scales. The stars lining up in certain patterns to tell stories about our past, and the famous dragons that carved them.

The wind is calmer at night, making peaceful flight easy to grasp. There are fewer clouds in the sky, showing the moon and its beauty as it lights up the land under me. To be in flight like this is breath taking, I thank to them that I was born with wings.

Not only is the night peaceful with little problems, mostly from our neighbors, I blend perfectly into the night, so the chances that I'll be seen or attacked are extremely low. And it's just the wind seems sweeter than it is in the morning, or in the afternoon. It's like sweet grass.

But sometimes, you have to wake up. . .

The dark growl stirred the whole nest into full awakeness; it even tore me from my peaceful dream. My body was on full alert, already ready to take off for a fleeing flight, even if just woken up a few second before.

My other brothers and sisters roared in terror, understanding what time it was. It was feeding time. Not for us, but for him. Our current king. With tensed muscles, the king roared this time, scattering everyone like roaches to the light.

Within a matter of seconds everyone was flying attempting to escape while following the orders he set in place. Leaping from my rock, I expanded my perfect black wings and took off with everyone before the king appeared from his thick curtain like fog.

We all took off through the doors and tunnels the volcano gave us, some disappeared from the very top, and covered in a clog of dark smoke. We, even if being grumpily woken up, wanted to escape, but had to return, at one point or another.

The night wind gave me some comfort as my greenish yellow orbs looked at all my brethren. I was the only one who was coated in black, the only one who was the unholy offspring of lightening and darkness.

I was to suffer alone; I was the only one in the whole nest who didn't have another. Yes, we were all one big family, but I was the only one who didn't look like any of my brothers or my sisters.

Small roars and cries came from the others, I didn't want to listen in, but it was all about attacking the closet town, easy prey, fast food, and it sure did beat night fishing. The king wouldn't want to be waiting for seafood.

I forced myself to fall behind, I didn't mind attacking the town and scooping up a sheep or pig. I just didn't want to go back to my lonely rock, to being the only one who sleeps alone, depending on self body heat.

I just wished there was some way, some excuse that would let me not return to the nest. Whatever it may be, I'll take it.