(A/N) Here's another chapter for you amazing readers!

A few months had passed since Hiccup had convinced Gobber to teach him how to blacksmith. At first, it started with a simple knife which he nearly burned himself on numerous times. After some hard practice and experimentation with the fields he was good at, Hiccup Haddock had become Berk's youngest and first blind weapons sharpener. He continued practicing on making small blades with nothing but his other heightened senses to aid him but never gave those to anyone.

"Hey, Gobber. You know how a while back you said dragons couldn't understand humans?" Hiccup asked Gobber suddenly as both men were working in the forge. He wore a leather apron over his normal green tunic and leggings, fitted specially for him. Hiccup was sharpening swords while his mentor was hammering away at different swords dragons were scorching outside by the minute. Another typical day on Berk. Everyone wakes up for a dragon raid shortly after midnight, have breakfast, go train, fix broken weapons, another raid, lunch, training, rebuilding houses, dinner, and yet another raid near midnight. It seemed as if these beasts had their own schedule.

"I believe I remember that conversation yes. How come?" Gobber questioned his young apprentice while dumping a sword into the water to cool it. "Well, I was thinking if they can't understand us, what if we tried to understand them?" Hiccup was too curious for his own good, though seemed to be the only person who couldn't realize that.

Gobber set his sword down with a sigh, before setting his current sword down. He saw Hiccup start becoming overwhelmed by the sounds of fighting outside and hesitantly reached out to attempt comforting the boy. Hiccup flinched at the sudden touch but leaned into his mentor's hold.

"Has anyone ever told you how similar you are to your mother?" Gobber questioned hesitantly, watching the fights outside as memories flooded his mind. Hiccup tensed up at the sudden change in mood, but managed to shrug his shoulders and hide most of his emotions.

"Valka was a great lass. She loved your father almost as deeply as he loved her. Similar to you, she couldn't keep her curiosity under control. Some called her crazy. Your father and I...we saw uniqueness and pride, no matter how crazy her ideas might've been." Gobber spoke in a distant voice, and Hiccup set his sword aside so he could stand beside his mentor/friend.

"If dad loved her so much, why does he hate my differences? He always wants me to be just like him, not myself. All because of my crazy ideas." Hiccup faced the floor disappointedly, before he was lifted in the air by a large beefy arm and hook for a hand.

"Your father loves you too, Hiccup. He just has so much on his plate, and has changed since your mother was taken. You know the story of what happened during that raid, so you must understand where he's coming from. It's not that your father hates your uniqueness lad, it's that he's afraid he'll lose you because of it." Hiccup's eyebrows quickly scrunched together in confusion at Gobber's last statement.

"But...my father never gets scared." Gobber chuckled lightheartedly at this statement. He set Hiccup down and ruffled the boy's hair much to his displeasure. "Don't tell your father I told you or your cleaning the back room for a month. You got me?" He pretended to scold his young apprentice. Hiccup smiled with a snicker, before grabbing onto Gobber's hook to keep himself steady. "You got it sir!" With that they continued their work.

Hours passed as Hiccup and Gobber worked in the forge, repairing damaged weapons. Gobber had to leave to join the battle, and Hiccup was left alone in the back safe-room of the forge with a fur blanket wrapped tightly around him. This is where he had to stay during the raids if Gobber wasn't around.

I still don't get it. Hiccup thought to himself, tracing the lines of the dagger his mentor made for him. What did he mean my mother was just like me? I don't understand why no one hears what I'm trying to say. When I listen to those raids, I hear the dragons screaming in just as much pain and fury as everyone else. Can't the others see that? They're the one's with actual sight. Wouldn't it be so much better if we could try to negotiate something? Rather than fighting for years to come?

Hiccup ran a frustrated hand through his hair, before going back to tracing the lines in his dagger. The shape of a Nadder's head was carved into the back of the handle, while his name was written in ruins along both sides. The blade was rather dull-Gobber didn't think he'd notice the overprotective action-and a rope was tied around it's base for decoration. Hiccup hadn't told the old blacksmith yet, but he'd recently been using this particular dagger for his new designs. No one knew about his secret way of writing. He'd take old, worn pieces of a flexible metal such as copper, and carve lines into it only he could feel. He did the same for writing too.

I can show them. Curiosity doesn't have to be a bad thing. I'll show them just how helpful I can be. I'll go to the house and get my journal. I'll show Gobber all my designs for new weapons and machines. He'll love them! A smile spread across Hiccup's face as his overactive mind got the best of him. He was going, and there was no stopping him.

Being as quiet as he could, Hiccup snuck out of his back room. He was able to easily pick the door's lock, something Gobber had no idea he could do. With quiet footsteps he left forge through the back door. The fresh air hit his face and made him smile. The only times Hiccup was aloud outside was when Gobber or his father were taking him to yet another captivity. He'd never been out alone, or on this particular rout.

Hiccup was pretty sure he remembered the way to his house and as long as he stayed on the path he could easily get there blindly. He was use to it after. Shivering against the cold morning air, the young Haddock heir started heading towards his house to find his journal.

The hill to the house was a steep climb, and Hiccup soon starting having his doubts about rather he was going the right way or not. "I-I know this is the w-way." He whispered through chattering teeth. He'd left his blanket in the forge.

Suddenly, a rock Hiccup hadn't sensed due to it's small size got caught on Hiccup's boot hill. It caused him to fall on his back with a thud and groan of pain. The eleven year old boy tried standing back up, but unfortunately couldn't figure out which way he was facing due to lack of landmarks and high winds.

"The Gods hate me." Hiccup grumbled to himself. He kneeled down and felt the ground beneath him. Maybe if he could find the rock in the ground, he could figure out which way he was going. Unfortunately luck was not on his side, and a slippery patch of mud send Hiccup rolling down the hill with a scream.

At the bottom of the hill Hiccup landed with yet another loud thud. He lay on his back, tears of pain and slight fear pricking at his eyes. What was he supposed to do now? Just as he was starting to become tired due to cold and lack of sleep previously that morning, a soft snarl sounded to his right.

Hiccup sat strait up with wide eyes when he heard the slow growls of a dragon getting closer. Nightmare. That's a Monstrous Nightmare. The most lethal dragon known to man kind. Well...hypothetically. We don't know the Night Fury's true power quiet yet.

Hiccup listened for more growls as he backed into a tree, and thanks to his sensitive hearing and sense of touch he was able to calculate right when the giant dragon was about to pounce. With a yell of surprise that almost sounded like a kid's version of a battle cry, Hiccup quickly moved out of the way and stood up quickly causing the Nightmare to run into the tree. He pulled out his dagger out of reflex, breathing heavily.

The Nightmare slowly began approaching Hiccup, and the boy became more and more afraid. He knew that Vikings would scare off their enemies by yelling a battle cry, so tried to do just that. The first attempt came out as a high pitched, strangled yowl. This only seemed to anger the Nightmare more. The second surprised both Hiccup and the dragon.

What sounded like a combination of numerous dragon roars came out of Hiccup's mouth when he attempted to yell while pulling off a deep voice. Perhaps it was because of the numerous times he'd tried mimicking different breeds for fun since the only real sense he had to have fun with was his hearing? Maybe it was because he was trying to hard? What ever the reason, both boy and dragon stood frozen.

At first Hiccup thought the dragon-like-growl would scare of the Nightmare. He tried it again, this time sounding much more threatening. Boy was his hypothesis wrong. The threatening tone in his 'voice' only angered the Nightmare more, and the dragon lunged at him.

Hiccup ran as fast as he could away from the Nightmare and into the forests. He tripped over tree roots, got cut on branches, hit his head and arms on boulders, and fell down numerous small hills in the ground. By the time he was sure he was safe, Hiccup was laying on his stomach with his fists balled tightly in an attempt to distract himself from the pain raiding his body.

Just when Hiccup didn't think anything could get worse, the soft rain that was previously falling became harder. To make matters even harder, a different but familiar dragon growled nearby. Hiccup tensed up, eyes widening as he became alert. He backed further into the small rock formation that was thankfully behind him, and tried to hold his breath.

Night fury. Hiccup thought with terror. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. The eleven-year-old Haddock was normally far to adventurous to worry about fear, but in that moment he couldn't help the frightened tears that ran down his cheeks as his hole tiny form shook violently against the cold outside. He sensed a dragon's head turn to look his way, and felt warm breath on his chest.

"Please!" Hiccup shouted out of reflex when the Night Fury snarled at him having found it's target. His tears of terror fell freely now, and his breathing was rash. Hiccup tried to yell in an attempt to stop the beast from hurting him once more, and this time tried to add the growl. The Night Fury stopped in it's tracks for a moment, before making a sound of what seemed to be confusion.

"Don't hurt me!" Hiccup screeched out. When I say screech, I mean screeched. Those years of pretending to be a dragon paid off when his dragon like roar seemed to hurt the Night Fury's ears, making the beast back up for a moment.

Hiccup was surprised when the Night Fury recovered and poked it's head back into his hiding place. He wasn't just shocked because of the sudden closeness, but because of non-threatening vibe the dragon gave off. It almost seemed to...sense his fear and vulnerability.

"I-I thought dragons couldn't feel anything but anger." Hiccup whispered, trying to wipe his tears away only for more to fall. Somehow, someway, the Night Fury dragon seemed to almost become offended. It made some sort of sound of protest, and snorted in the young Haddock's face.

Hiccup was frozen in his place when he felt the warm air of the dragon's breath hit his face, but couldn't help but welcome the heat. "Y-You're not going to hurt me?" He asked hesitantly. The Night Fury made an almost sarcastic sound with his throat, almost seeming to say 'not yet no'.

Hiccup thought for a moment, then remembered what Gobber had said about his mother previously. Could she be where he got this from? "H-hey...I don't wanna f-fight." He stuttered out. When the Night Fury didn't seemed amused, Hiccup took a different approach.

Trying as hard as he could to get it right, Hiccup made a sound that mimicked that of a baby Terrible Terror. The Night Fury imediatly seemed to change drastically, and nudged him in an almost protective manner. Hiccup wiped his tears away, and this time managed to keep more from falling. He made the baby dragon sound again, and earned the Night Fury's protection.

"You don't have to help me." Hiccup whispered as the giant dragon nudged his chest once more. The Night Fury suddenly grabbed him by the shirt collar, making Hiccup yelp in surprise. Within a moment, the boy could feel two large leather like wings around him.

"A-are you...holding me?" Hiccup asked, confused. The Night Fury didn't make a sound, only blew warm air on his new found human. The dragon didn't know what to do with his human. This wasn't a boy he wanted to eat, though he was too vulnerable to toy with. Hiccup was almost like a pet in this moment, one the Night Fury refused to let run away.

"I don't need to be held." Hiccup protested sternly. "I'm eleven years old and can fend for myself." The Night Fury didn't respond, and instead began licking Hiccup's face much to the boy's dismay. "Ew! Hey! I get it! I have blood and dirt all over me, but I don't need a mother! I can bathe myself!" The Night Fury dragon refused to listen, and instead continued cleaning his newfound human until he was satisfied all the blood and dirt was gone.

"You really are just like me aren't you?" Hiccup asked with annoyance and sass in his tone. It was almost like he'd forgotten exactly what kind of wild animal was holding him in it's wings. He could be killed any minute now! Yet somehow...that wasn't really in the top ten things on his mind. Not even close.

The Night Fury looked down at the small human sadly. This boy was so small and seemed to be different than the others. The dragon took note of how Hiccup wasn't affected by the darkness, and wondered if he was blind like some dragon species were. The Night Fury species was intelligent like that. Too bad there weren't many left. This Night Fury didn't even know if he was the only one.

"I need to get home..." Hiccup mumbled quietly, becoming tired. It was nearing morning, but his sleep patterns were always off. The dragon sniffed his hair curiously, and the boy reached up to touch it's mouth. Due to his lack of sight, Hiccup's fingers accidently slipped into the dragon's mouth. Thank Gods it didn't accidently bite him.

"T-Toothless?!" Hiccup gasped in surprise, not feeling any teeth within the dragon's mouth. 'Toothless' seemed to like the name, and made a small sound in his throat that seemed to mimic a human's laugh. Hiccup couldn't help but laugh too, finding the sound cute.

"Hiccup? Hiccup!?" Hiccup tensed when he heard Gobber shouting for him with a panicked tone. He faced the direction of Toothless' face, and gently lay a hand on the dragon's snout. "You need to go dragon. They can't know I met you." Toothless looked up at the approaching man, and hesitantly go let go of Hiccup before running into the trees and taking to the skies.

"Hiccup! There you are! Oh Gods..." Gobber landed on his knees at Hiccup's side in one instant after seeing him. The boy lay on his side in exhaustion, his hair soaked and breathing slow. It was so cold.

"What happened to you lad? Why did you leave?!" Gobber tried to control his sudden rush of anger, and Hiccup knew the man was just worried though flinched back anyways. "Th-there was a Nightmare. I-I had to run away. It found me in the forge." Hiccup half lied through chattering teeth. Gobber sighed and lifted the small eleven year old into his arms.

"I'm not leaving you without supervision again. I promise."

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