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I know, I know, I'm so sorry! I was supposed to update yesterday, but...life! I made a plan, how do two updates a week sound to you? I'm probably going to update on Mondays and Saturdays.

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Anyway, sadly, I don't own HTTYD.

Here's chapter 2!

Toothless' POV 3 yrs later:

"Mum, Mum, Mum, guess what!" I came bursting into the cave, my face alight with happiness.

"Calm down, then we'll talk, darkling." Mum said with an amused expression on her face. I grimaced at Mum's pet name for me, but the breathlessly happy expression came on my face once again.

"But it's not something I can say while being calm!" I danced around the cave. My short but sharp claws left marks on the cold stone floor.

"That much is true." Dad appeared at the mouth of the cave. He settled down next to Mum with a proud expression on his face.

"I caught my first fish!" I announced, happy and proud at the same time. "This means I'm not a Flightling anymore! I'm a Dragonling!"

In the dragon world, a dragon's life was marked with ceremonies. The first ceremony was the hatching, where dragons became Eggies. Most dragons don't remember their own Eggie ceremony, just their sons' and daughters'. The second ceremony was first flight. The Eggies then became Flightlings. No dragon ever forgets their flightling ceremony. The warm sun on your face, the cool wind blowing past your wings, the euphoria at finally becoming airborne...yes, it was definitely every dragon's favorite ceremony. The third was the first fish ceremony. This was when the Flightling caught his first fish and became a Dragonling. The next one was the coming-of-age ceremony. This one happened when a Dragonling aged 20 years. They officially became Dragons. The last one was the elder ceremony. When dragons grew old their scales fall off, and duller, more delicate scaled replaced them. When a Dragon's first scale fell off, they became an Elder.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you, my little flightli-oops! I guess I can't call you that anymore, Raseri" Mum said, her face alight with happiness.

"No, you can't!" I boasted. "Now I'm a Dragonling!"

"What type of fish was it?" Mum inquired.

"An Icelandic Cod!" I said proudly.

Mum let out a little gasp and smiled at Dad. Dad was watching our conversation with interest and said "Yup! The hardest fish to catch and my son caught one for his first catch! Guess he's just naturally that amazing!"

Mum chuckled. "We are Darkscales, Night! That's probably why." Then, she turned back to me and smiled again. "But you're right. Amazing job, Raseri!" Mum started grooming me, while Dad settled down for a nap.

"Mum, Dad, how come we don't know any other Darkscales? We are faster, stronger, more powerful, and basically more powerful than any other dragon! How come there are only three of us?" I asked. I was really curious about this because I had been first out of all of my friends to fly and catch fish, and I could usually always beat them in a play-fight.

Dad winced and Mum audibly sighed. "Raseri, well, you see-" she was cut off by a Rockeater running into our cave. Rockeaters are big and slow, but very kind and fun to play with.

The Rockeater said "Vikings! Spotted offshore! Hurry!" She seemed very distressed, but I was confused. What were Vikings?

Dad sprung up and said in a very commanding tone "Raseri, stay here. Your mum and I will take care of this."

What! No way was I staying in the cave! Whatever made my Dad look frightened was worth seeing, maybe even fearing. "But-" I started.

Dad cut me off. "Natt Raseri, you will stay here!" I gulped. Mum and Dad only used my full name when I was in real trouble.

"Ok." I said glumly. I waited until they flew out of the cave, then I followed them. Being a beginner flyer, I was a little unsteady, but I was a Darkscale! I could fly way better than Dragonlings.

What I saw made me gasp. Gathered around, where a floating piece of wood with little beings on it couldn't see us but we could see them, were all of the dragons I knew! I saw Rockeaters, Spiketails, Fireskins, Twoheads, Smallfires, and more! And, of course, Mum and Dad were at the front.

"We'll take care of this, it's just one ship." Dad said. Huh, so carefully constructed floating piece of wood was called a ship. Dad stepped forward and let out a small blast, meant to scare. Darkscale blasts were different from other dragons. They breathed fire, while be breathed something else that was 10 times more powerful and destructive. It would burn out teeth, so we have retractable teeth. Mum and Dad call it plasma. I call it superfire.

The little - what was it called? - Viking shrieked and turned his ship around. It swam away quickly. I heard Dad say "It was just one, not the fleets, probably just traveling. Nothing to worry about." That was my cue to leave. I flew home as fast as I could.

I quickly made it look like I was sleeping, but Mum was smart "Hold out your paw." She told me, and I reluctantly did. It wasn't warm yet from body heat, so I pulled myself into seating position.

"What were they?" I asked.

Mum huffed angrily. "Vikings." Dad said with hate. "They are tough creatures. No fire, weak skin, but big brains. They use metal to protect themselves, metal and wood. They make nature bend to their will and kill ruthlessly."

"Vikings and dragons have been enemies forever." Mum added. She paused, then said "Your name is in Viking Tongue."

"What!" I gasped. "If we hate them so much, why is my name in their tongue?"

"Well, that's part of the reason." Dad said. "If your name is in Viking Tongue, then you will never be harmed by them."

"Well, what does Natt Raseri mean then?" I inquired.

"It means Night Fury." Mum said. I smiled. Night Fury. That sounded strong, fearsome.

"Raseri, promise me this." Dad said seriously. I gave him my full attention. Dragon promises were powerful, eternally binding. "Promise me you will never engage a ruthless, fearsome Viking."

I nodded. "I promise" I solemnly declared.

Later, as I slept, I kept in mind:

Vikings are tough creatures. No fire, weak skin, but big brains. They use metal to protect themselves, metal and wood. They make nature bend to their will and kill ruthlessly.

Never engage a ruthless, fearsome Viking.

I promise.

I meant it.

I would never engage a Viking.

Wow, that was a long chapter. The next one should be up by Friday. For reference:

Darkscales- Night Furies

Rockeaters-Gronkles

Spiketails-Deadly Nadders

Fireskins-Monstrous Nightmares

Twoheads-Hideous Zipplebacks

Smallfires-Terrible Terrors

Anyway, see you guys soon! Byeeeeeeeeee!