Before Hiccup could say anything, his so-called-mother disappeared behind a cliff. The crowd of dragons slowly slipped back into the darkness, their fire disappearing with a hiss. The cave was returned to it's eerie naturalility.

"Wait, what?" He called after her. Taking one glance at Toothless, he took off after the woman into the darkness.

"You're my mother? Wha... Do you grasp how insane that sounds?!"

"Come." She said calmly, vaulting over a tall stone structure with ease.

Hiccup, being the tiny Viking boy that he is, had difficulty climbing over it. He jumped up once more and Toothless helped him over, using his snout to push the teen over the rock. He tumbled to the floor and was just about to ask another question when he looked up at his surroundings. His words suddenly were lost in his throat, the only meaningful word he managed to get out was-

"Whoa."

Around him were thousands of dragons, many of which he had not seen before, let alone documented.

What really caught his eye was on a cliff side, there was another Night Fury. Well, he thought it was. This was a dark blue instead of a jet black color. It's body was lithe and flat, as if it was made for aerodynamics. It's features were almost exactly like Toothless, other than the fact that is seemed much more cat-like in the way it slinked into the shadows. It's eyes narrowed into slits before its glow disappeared entirely.

Behind him, Toothless let out a small growl. He turned his glance away from the cliff to see his mom wrapped up in the four-winged dragon.

"You've been rescuing them," he said, half questioning and half stating.

His mom responded with a small nod. She made a move like she was about to jump off the dragon when the Stormcutter used her staff to lower her to the ground. Sliding on his wing, she replied with a chuckle, "Well, at least I'm not boring, right?"

He spun around to pet another unknown dragon. "Well, I guess there is that one…" was there even a word in the norse dictionary for what his mom did? was there even a norse dictionary in the first place? "...specific thing."

"D-do you like it?" She asked creeping closer, eyes watching him apprehensively.

"Oh, yes!" He exclaimed, stepping foreword. His eyes widened when he saw the huge dragon sitting in the springs below him. "This is where you've been all these years? What about when I was little? Everyone thinks you were eaten by dragons!"

"Oh, Cloudjumper never meant to harm me," Hiccup assumed that was her dragon's name. The dragon in question crept behind her and took off flying, answering his question. He landed in the shallow waters near the huge dragon. "He must have thought I belonged here in the home of the great Bewilderbeast. The Alpha Species!" She motioned to the large dragon who was now making a move towards them. "Every nest has a queen, but this is the king of all dragons."

The Alpha stood up on all fours and stared at Hiccup. The teen could see why it was a king. It was unparalleled in size, and the magnificent beast was so large but somehow so graceful in its movements.

"Hello, young one." The dragon rumbled, blowing icy breath at the boy. It stuck to his hair and eyebrows, coating them in white frost and making the strands stick up in tall spikes.

With a chuckle, Valka shook the snow out of her son's hair. "He likes you."

"Whoa." Hiccup said, once again losing his words. Then reality hit him. "Wait. That spits ice?!"

Valka nodded. "He protects us. With his icy breath, this graceful giant built our nest."

With another whoa, Hiccup's belly rumbled.

His mom tried hard to suppress a laugh.

"Well, let's get you something to eat, shall we? It's feeding time anyways."

"Feeding time?" He asked.

With a nod, his mom whistled for Cloudjumper and took to the skies through a hole in the crystal blue ice.

After he found out just what feeding time was, Hiccup felt the need to sleep. He had been flying practically nonstop for the past five hours and needed some time to think about all the recent events. More so, what he was going to do and where he was going to go next. He was in uncharted territory here, and there didn't seem to be land for miles. Just vast, open sea.

"Mom, can I sleep now?" He asked, just about ready to collapse against Toothless. He was so sleepy, he didn't realize what had just slipped so naturally out of his mouth. Valka smiled at the endearment, nodding her head to hide her smile.

"Sure," she said, leading him to a room with a stone floor and ice walls. In the back wall, there was a fur mattress with a pillow.

Toothless bounded in and began to make himself comfy.

"Tomorrow, we'll go see my friends in the closest village. Maybe I could get some clothes for you."

"But-" he began.

"Don't worry," Valka interrupted. "They do not kill dragons."

Hiccup smiled and laid his head down on the pillow. "Maybe they can teach me how to fight."

"Oh, yes! They are excellent warriors and very kind."

That sounded exciting, Hiccup thought. At Berk, they called me useless but they never actually taught me how to do anything. Maybe the people here will be nicer?

"Great," Hiccup said, suppressing a yawn. "See you tomorrow."

Stoick was trying not to cry. They had searched everywhere for his son, but found nothing. Upon their journey, they stumbled on the path that Hiccup and that... monster... had previously created. Despite how creepy the sight was, they pressed further until they came to the cove.

Closing his eyes, Stoick's banished any thought about the horrifying picture he had seen in that beautiful cove.

No one knew it was there previously, and it was obviously the death place of Hiccup. There were scorches and claw marks all over the dirt and rocks. A piece of Hiccup's shirt had been torn off and lay on the ground, next to a bloodied dagger. By the amount of scales and struggle, it was obvious his son put up a valiant fight. But even the greatest dragon killer was no match for a night fury.

In honor of him, they named it the tiny little area Hiccup's Cove, and somehow became a popular place to go throughout the year. The Night Fury scales became highly valuable and collectible. You would always find little children talking about the scales they had, and only about twenty kids had Night Fury scales. Gobber dug up some blueprint by Hiccup and they used it in their dragon raids. It seemed that no matter where he went, Hiccup's influence was there.

Taking a deep breath, he stood behind the door. He would make Hiccup proud of him. He would free the world from dragons, and kill the very Night Fury that did this to his son.

The Chief stepped outside, only to be crowded by villagers. Stoick was grateful for the distraction.