Happy Thanksgiving!

I spent almost all night making sure I had something for all my reviews.

So, here's a chapter.

Toothless sat on the roof of the palace, looking out on his kingdom. As one would expect, the sky was dyed red as blood. The moon there was black. It was forever night, as the sun never raised. Even though it was never day, it was still a little bright. Even a human would be able to see.

At some point, Toothless wanted to show this to Hiccup. As the human had guessed, he was brought there to be a mate. Though, Toothless wouldn't push into that immediantly. They literally had all the time in the world, since the affection of a dragon came with immortality.

Though, Toothless had began to rethink about ever letting Hiccup leave the palace. It would be rude and insisitive of him, but his world was not right for Hiccup. He'd get into trouble, or worse, danger. Things out there weren't the same as Toothless. They lusted for blood and would do anything to get it. Humans were a rare and delicious treat.

Most dragons would have the sense not to touch the king's mate, but some had no morals or fear. They would unknowingly start a war because the smell of human blood would drive them mad. Most humans could hide their identity just by not speaking and passing by without drawing attention to themselves. Hiccup wasn't like that. He would even go as far as to try and have a conversation to one who was about to kill him.

After watching Hiccup for so long, and after speaking to him, Toothless couldn't let anyone touch him. At first, he'd thought if the human got eaten, it would be no big deal. He could always find another mate. But Hiccup had looked at him without fear or annoying tears. He'd accepted the reality of something uknown so easily and quickly. Like he always knew it to be true.

Toothless knew finding another human like that would not be easy. He believed there was no one else with Hiccup's strength, or his acceptance. None with his courage. Not one human had ever looked at Toothless like he was just simply a dragon. Everyone had called him a demon or a monster and ran away. He was a curse. But one that Hiccup might inbrace.

He could only do what he thought was right. He must protect Hiccup, no matter the cost. If it meant keeping his beloved in shackles for all of time, so be it. He couldn't risk letting Hiccup outside. He didn't want to loose him. Ever. He only hoped the human could forgive him for it.

"Wow, look at you," Astrid chuckled. Toothless looked back to her. She was in her dragon form, which was rare. She must have just got back from hunting. She was one of the dragons who fed on bones. "All torn up about a human."

"You know he's not just a human," Toothless huffed.

"Are you refering to when he was younger?" she asked. She walked over to the edge to stand beside Toothless. "It's a pity that he doesn't remember."

"That's just fine," Toothless told her. "He doesn't need to. He accepts me now and that's all I care for."

"Hm," Astrid mused. "Does he really, though? No offense, your majesty, I just don't want you to fool yourself. Perhaps he is just afraid and is looking for every escape."

"The only reason he would escape is to explore the palace," he said. Hiccup wasn't dumb enough to try and go outside, was he? He seemed more intellegent than that. He acted like he knew the dangers of adventuring into an unknown world without protection.

"I know," she sighed. "But, remember these words, Zosak. He is nothing but trouble. You know. You've watched him. He is a black shadow whom death and trouble cling to."

"What better mate for me, then?" Toothless asked. "A curse and a curse. Truely, nothing goes together more."

"You should've just chosen a dragon mate," she huffed in annoyance. Hiccup was pleasant enough, for a human. Astrid just knew that she would bring pain to her king. "Plenty were open for you. Still are."

"Are you refering to Stormfly?" Toothless asked. Astrid had wanted Toothless to marry her sister since Toothless had started taking interest in Hiccup. It was like she sensed his inner feelings.

"You and she would be wonderful partners," Astrid pressured. "She could help you, Zosak. She could soothe you."

"She does not know the burden of being alone," Toothless huffed. "You and Hiccup do. I would rather choose one of you."

"I have a mate," Astrid reminded. Toothless turned to her with a questioning and sly look.

"You're not my type, sweetheart," he chuckled. "I have no desire for a scarred war hero."

"That's hurtful."

"It can only be Hiccup," he repeated. "I must know how he does it. How he pretends so perfectly. He can become my strength. No one else."

"I understand, your majesty," Astrid whispered.

"Do not let Stormfly take it personal," Toothless said. "If she were to meet Hiccup, she would understand."

"I agree."

"Good," he said. "Then I think I'll go down and take Hiccup dinner."

But as he turned, he and Astrid stared at each other in complete shock. They'd forgotten one very, very important detail about taking Hiccup into their world of darkness and dragons.

"Does anyone know how to cook human food?"