a/n: Recent events are turning me away from this series, but I know I want to continue writing and reading HTTYD fictions. I've had this story sitting around since about April, but I've only published the first chapter a week ago. I've altered it in many ways while trying to stay true to what I had in mind.
Dragons… over 300 years of war with them, and now it was all over? How did I, the weakest of my tribe of all these years manage to befriend these beasts? Certainly we couldn't have been the first on these islands, or were we? We have been taught since our youth to hate them, KILL on sight we were told... disobeying what has been put into my head since birth is what ended this… whose fault was this war anyway? Our viking sense to kill anything that challenges us, or the dragons raiding without end?.. Then again why argue with peace?
We had the ultimate choice when we first directly met, a choice that could have ended each of our stories at that very moment. I held my dagger to you, ready to strike, but its stare, your stare… it had already penetrated me deeply enough to stop me in my tracks. I choose to free the feared monster, knowing that he would probably kill me on the spot… but his eyes, they held a stare that showed fear, a fear I shared with him. I cut him loose from the ropes that had entangled him, and what happens? He slams me against a rock and pins me to ground, no chance of escape. His death grip upon me only grows tighter; I stare into his eyes once more, it's like a black hole leading to a singularity of anger that keeps pulling me in further that I cannot escape from. He prepares to shoot a fireball that will end me, I hear the gas building up and I can only cringe preparing for my life to cease.
Toothless rose to the skies with incredible speed, faster than any known dragon in our area we live in still, his speed could not be matched. The wind whistles in my ears every time he accelerates and the feel of the drag as he slows down. We do this far above the ocean as I shift the gear on his tail fin to accommodate his movements perfectly; a click, comes out every time I shift to him.
Some seabirds let out caws as we fly far above them, their white bodies reflecting any sunlight that hits them. We now soar back towards Berk, the village is still asleep, but we're able to survey some fires still burning down there. Even our Snoggletog tree still stands tall in the center; it's been two months after the celebration and two months with all our new dragon friends. Some smoke began rising from the great hall now; they must be warming it up to prepare the meals for the day. Toothless flies closer to the ground now, heading out to the forests where we had encountered, an encounter that changed everything...
I gave him up once, but he returned to me, who he no longer needed, but why? I gave him the choice to abandon me, the choice to live his life on his own, the possibility to never have to deal with me again, yet he came home to me. The beast stayed with me, but why? This is something that has been tearing at me since he returned from his first solo flight without me. What do I mean to this powerful dragon? We were something more than friends… he had become my alter ego... This question still stabs at me, why? Why does this dragon remain here attached to me?.. Why argue with this peace?..
We head deep into the forest, going over numerous amounts of trees, and finally passing over where we learned to fly together, a meeting that ended the war... The pond down there was now frozen solid, or so it seems from the sky. All the trees were partially covered with snow while some others were fully dressed in the whiteness. We fly steadily over the small depression; my breath is becoming more visible, the little cloud of warm gas dissipates quickly after escaping my lungs.
We go land to observe where we formed a once forbidden friendship. Toothless is looking at the frozen pond and tries to walk on it with some difficulty; I head over to where we drew our pictures. Not a surprise the entire floor has been blanketed with snow, so it must be hiding under it. I try to move some of the snow over to see if I can find any of the grooves on the ground. I begin to push the snow away, little by little and begin to reach the dirt below, but I find no evidence of our drawings.
A sudden crack and splash emerge from the background. I turn quickly to see Toothless getting out of the pond and broken ice floating in a spot now, his backside had fallen in and gotten wet. I run over to him but by the time I'm there he's already out by himself. I let out a sigh of relief and he begins to shake his whole body to dry off as best as possible.
This was our first time back here since the war. Astrid has been the only person to see our second home and Toothless almost tore her to shreds that time too. If Toothless never got trapped here who knows what would be of us right now? I would've surely have 'died' in dragon training; Toothless might've starved not being able to fly or run into a villager and killed him. But together we were able to end this war among us, end the killing. Where would I be without him? He brought meaning into my life, all the events before that had been torture for me. No friends, a father who couldn't stand me, working in a blacksmith shop by myself. With Toothless, he became my first true friend, a friend who decided not to kill me after I did the same, a friend who ended a 3 century war, a friend who would die trying to save me.
Toothless gives a small, calming roar as I approached him. I look back at the pond to see that the entire block of ice is now breaking into separate pieces. The sound of cracking ice goes on for a while; "Be more careful next time you wild beast," Toothless responds to this with a cackle.
I take a closer look at the pond now, glad you weren't in the middle of it. I then head back over to where our drawings should be, Toothless right behind. "Looks like we won't be seeing our masterpieces again," he responds with humorous growl to my comment. What were you trying to draw back then?
I look up to face the open sky only to see it hidden by those grey clouds that blanket the entire sky now; a light snowfall has begun. I look to my friend, "we might want to get out of here before this gets any worse." Spring was going to be delayed a bit longer now; Toothless follows with a small blast of air through his snout. He sees me getting ready to mount him once more so he doesn't hesitate in lowering his large form once more.
"You ready buddy?" He responds quickly with a blissful roar. "Alright let's go!" He arises slowly, the air's temperature has clearly changed even more now. Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance, "wonder who's dragon that could be?" I didn't think too much of the roar, probably someone else out flying before the temperature dove deeper into the cold.
I check the straps holding me onto him once more, making sure everything is in place, we had just gotten out from the depression in the land, but we were still close to it. Another roar comes out from the forest this time a lot closer then the last... and a different one too. I didn't think too much of it until two orange beasts are flying at us with full speed, Monstrous Nightmares.
The beasts slam into Toothless, the impact felt like a giant hammer into the right side of my body. I let out a yell as my body goes to hit the ground, luckily not falling into that depression. As I fell I lost sight of my friend, "Toothless!" I yelled, I'm not letting anything hurt you Toothless, I can return the favor you did for me.
