**** Ok Chapter 7. I had some fun writing this chapter. We get finally info on Toothless and suprise, surprise Drago. *****


Chapter 7: A Dragon's Sorrow

Toothless was tired. Drago had made him fly for hours without rest until they had reached the island of Berk. He was so happy to see Hiccup's home, his home but, Hiccup wasn't here. Toothless was able to snap out of his trance when Drago had captured him. The horrible human threatened him with the control of the Bewilderbeast.

Toothless did not want to feel that fear that he felt the first time the Alpha tried to control him. It made him feel helpless, alone, and he remembered struggling to listen to Hiccup's voice calling to him. How could he attack Hiccup? He tried to resist them, but the voices had overwhelmed him. Some of the voices still lingered, ringing in his head, tormenting him.

'What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to a mind? Our unity is full of wonder, which your tiny individualism... cannot even conceive. Is your vision so small, that you cannot see the value of our ways? We hear your thoughts, and they rage for your brothers you believe dead. But they are not. They sing in our symphony of life. Hear their pleas for you to join us. Submit to your true nature, and your suffering will end. Join us as we make these humans submit to our power … our magnificence. You cannot resist, for we are the many, and you are one. Join us. Join us. Join US. … '

Toothless tried to resist but, they had invaded his mind. They were lingering. He was afraid of hearing those voices again. Afraid of losing control and was afraid that he would have killed … his boy, his rider, his Hiccup. He could not forgive himself. The guilt that Toothless felt when seeing Stoick, lying there unmoving had traumatized him.

He remembered Hiccup yelling at him to go away; he could spot the hatred in Hiccup's eyes. "Go away. I hate you, Toothless. I never want to see you again. Go, NOW!" Toothless faintly recalled the painful memory. The dragon had been so confused and afraid at that point he ran away. Now, Drago had him captured. He was now truly alone.

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"Get this dragon back to its cell men. Make sure he does not resist." Drago yelled.

Toothless had landed back on Drago's battleship and collapsed out of exhaustion. He was then surrounded by Drago's men, holding weapons to try and threaten him to submit and go back into the cages, down in the ship bowels. With the growing exhaustion and aching that Toothless felt all over his body, he complied and got into the dreaded dragon cage.

Toothless was devastated. Hiccup wasn't there with him and he felt the dread and fear coming back. He curled up his wings and tail, trying to feel at ease in this rather scary and unforgiving place. Claustrophobia made Toothless even more uncomfortable as the small dragon cage was barely large enough for Toothless to squeeze in. The cold metal bars were very uncomfortable for the dragon, as he had gotten used to the warmth if the soft wooden floor inside Hiccup's hut. Toothless tried eagerly to think of Hiccup being there with him; trying to find comfort in thinking about his dragon rider. Not to mention that Drago was really rough on Toothless, he was about four times as much weight as Hiccup.

"Toothless, Toothless is as you?"

Toothless uncovered his tail to see where the voice was coming from. It was coming from a dragon nearby. There, right across from where his cage was, lied Stormfly. Toothless focused his eyes and looked at Stormfly closely and what he saw instilled anger in him. Stormfly was chained up against the dragon cage. There were bruises all over her body and from careful observation she had some open wounds. She was roaring weakly, and it sounded sickly.

Toothless became worried. He roared softly in response, telling her to rest.

"Don't move so much Stormfly. You have to rest; your injured and your body needs to replenish its energy."

Stormfly stopped her eratic movements from inside the cage. She laid down finally and curled up, licking some of her wounds as Toothless kept looking at her. She gave a small whimper. "I miss Astrid Toothless. I feel so alone now that she's not here. Even worse, I'm stuck in here unable to do anything about it." The Death Nadder looked at Toothless, and saw the Night Fury turn solemn at what she said.

"I know you miss Hiccup. I can see it in your eyes." Stormfly croaked. Toothless then lied back down, looking at Stormfly intently.

"I do miss Hiccup Stormfly. I ... I can't believe that I had ... I had hurt Hiccup. I killed his father; I hurt his loved one and now will be probably never forgive me." Toothless barked in sadness. Stormfly looked at Toothless in sympathy. "Toothless, do you really believe that?."

Stormfly wanted to give some comfort to Toothless, as she knew that Hiccup and Toothless had a very close bond. The Night Fury whimpered silently and closed his eyes, trying to get some rest. The aching fatigue along with the absence of Hiccup was getting to him.

Stormfly kept looking at Toothless as he drifted asleep. She knew that Toothless had been forced by Drago's alpha to almost kill Hiccup. She remembered the voices, the voice of the many she heard when the Alpha had called the dragons under Drago's control.

For we are the many, and you are one. Join us.

Those voices tapped into her primal dragon insticts. The dark nature that dragons could exhibit when faces with life and death, and where her control over herself became impossible. She couldn't imagine what Toothless had experience when he realized he had hurt Hiccup. A dragon's loyalty was something important to her, to Toothless and the thought that loyalty could be easily shattered by the voices scared all dragons that shared a human bond.

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Drago hated himself. He felt that he was two different people stuck in one body. Behind the big facade of his menacing look and power over dragons, he could not forget his true nature and origin. He had been forged into what he is today from his long and troubled past. Dragons had been a big part of his life ever since he was a little boy. Back when his village was in peace with the dragon's, he found an egg of a legendary Bewilderbeast.

He was formerly the heir to his home kingdom, which just lied a few days wast of the wastelands that was know to many as Scandinavia in a kingdom of Goth. His people were warriors, and kinship was a very admirable trait. He had read and learned a great deals about the dark times. Dragons had not been at peace with the humans, and war ravaged the lands of Goth. Blood and fire had been said to scorch the earth for many years until a hero united the dragons and humans in peace.

He never remembered when the voices had started but, he felt then invading his mind, telling him that he was the true chosen rider. His Bewilder had become fully grown by this point and was a true status of power. The voices were very real, godlike. He remembered vividly what he remembered hearing.

'The world will become yours, for you are worthy of bringing the true wrath of dragons. You cannot trust anyone. For they will betray you. Trust only in yourself and your dragon. You will rule. You will conquer. You will command the dragons into a new world. Then you will join us, in glory.'

Those voices had come to invade his mind and tormented him. It had sadly also made him more distant from his family and friends. Then his patrons and close friends had told him that the lands that lied far north had a history of dragon slaying and that dragons were regarded as common pests. He was horrified and greatly angered that such people would come to make enemies of the magnificent creatures.

As he grew older, he listened more carefully to the voices. His bond with dragons had start to become strange. Under his command, he discovered his Bewilderbeast's dominance as an Alpha, that he could control any dragons in the kingdom could be called upon. He discovered finally that he could conquer, he was the chosen, to lead. The power made him grow ever more, cynical, alone, and in hatred. His mind was at the mercy of the voices, and he could not back down. Then the day came when the dragons had finally gone mad. His Alpha had suddenly called all of the dragons in the lands to attack, out of control and he knew that it was the voices. The fires burned for days. Men then finally had to do something. People wanted his Bewilderbeast dead, but he refused. He would not allow his dragon to be slayed. Killing the leader, they thought would finally quell the violence, so Drago left along with his dragon had to fight to stay alive. He was called many vile things The voices were still in his head, telling him what to do. It ended with him losing his arm and scars in the many battles he raged. Finally under overwhelmed by the armies that had amassed to kill him and his dragon, he fled. He was an exile.


**** So, I totally retconned Drago's background. So in this AU, this will be assumed that Drago lied to Hiccup about his past to confuse and make Hiccup feel guilty. I wanted to make Drago more similar to Hiccup but turned into a misunderstood person. I will say that the 'voices' will play a bigger part later in the story. Hope you like the chapter and I appreciate any possible feedback. Thanks!****

NOTE, the quote of for the "voices" is taken from qoutes of the many in System Shock 2. Good game and I liked the qoutes.******