Author's Note: Two updated within days of each other, I must be crazy. So here we are… the moment that I know MMM has been waiting to occur for a long time and I know many others as well. We arrive at Berk. Now I'm going to sit here and watch as all of you try to figure out how I'm going to take this, but I hope by the end of this chapter, you might have some clue. Thank you all for the support and love that this story gets, now on with the chapter. Oh and History lesson at the end of the chapter.

This is Berk

Hiccup & Toothless - 15 years old
Tunglið - 8 years old

Berk Skies at Night

Heiđrún flew cautiously through the night, heading towards her human home according to Cloudjumper. For all the winters that she had been searching around the archipelago for her friend and mate Guðbrandr, she never expected that she should look here. After all, Cloudjumper warned her that this village seemed to hate dragons due to their constant attack from their kin controlled by the Red Death. She learned that from her time with her mother, listening to her stories of home when she felt homesick or worried for Heiđrún's loneliness.

During her winters in search of her mate, she would spend a lot of time with Valka, just shadowing her and helping her as well. Somewhere around the second winter there, Valka called her Hedvig because of how much Heiđrún spent time with her and felt like a little child following her mother around it seemed. Heiđrún thought to herself that she wished she could tell Valka that she was her daughter, but she knew that day could never come around most likely. She wished and prayed to Nóttu to give her that chance, and a chance to find her human father and her true origins.

Now at fifteen winters old, she was confident enough to look further west and possibly find the village in which she was born. She found out the general location by listening carefully to Cloudjumper and his flight back to the Sanctuary the night he took Valka. She flew and followed the landmarks that he could recall and now she was drawing near an island in the distance that was ablaze with a crimson glow.

Cloudjumper did say my village seemed to be under constant attack. I'm glad I'm picking around the same time as when he took my mother; I can hear the Queen trying to buzz into my head like the King, but it's very weak, Heiđrún thought, flying high above and drawing closer to her destination. While flying, she heard a loud noise coming from the island, like a giant Boom Voice shouting through a cavern system.

Heiđrún flapped her wings quicker in order to get to Berk, as Valka called it, as soon as she could. As she approached, she heard something she hadn't heard in many winters. She heard the high-pitched squeal of a Night Wing in a dive. She hoped it was either Guðbrandr or Tunglið because either could hold some of the last pieces of her past she was missing about Skuggi, but she knew it could be some other Night Wing and her search would have to continue for the others. As she came around the northwest side of the island, she saw a purple explosion in the distance and knew she had to hurry. She could see now there were various kinds of dragons swooping down into the village, some hauling away food out to sea, but she was peering through the darkness to find an equally dark Night Wing at high speed; though her night vision was good, the dives of the Night Wings were designed so that they approached their enemy without ever presenting a target, and the characteristic squealing sound echoed from every cloud in the vicinity so even that could not be used to pinpoint the location.

Whomever this Night Wing is, I can't let them continue this. This may be my human home and I need to stop any more damage from happening to it, Heiđrún decided with determination. She drew closer with each beat of her wings, taking in the structures a bit more clearly now. Soon, another lavender flash occurred and her eyes tracked the shot back, but seconds after the blast, she heard the distinct cry of a Night Wing in pain or trouble. It didn't take her long to find the falling Night Wing heading into the trees outside of the village.

It's time to find out who you are, kin, she concluded.

Heiđrún then circled and took in the features of the land below, with the fires in the village illuminating parts of the landscape. She saw a small pond down in a depression, a point jutting out to the west and the village south of where she had spiraled down. She found a spot to land, and landed gently before starting to sniff the air for Night Wing. Unfortunately for her, the air was too saturated with soot, blood and other dragons for her to find the fallen Night Wing.

"I guess I need to wait until the Sun Dragon returns to find the Night Wing. Curse this Queen for making this search harder than it needs to be," Heiđrún growled, turning around and heading in the direction of the pond in hopes of finding shelter.

Arriving in the small cove, Heiđrún peered around and found a small overhang under a tree on the right side of the cove. "Good as place as ever to sleep for the night considering I spent about a day in the air to get here," Heiđrún remarked silently, scorching the ground to warm it up in the cool air. By Nóttu's grace, please let this be my Guðbrandr so I can forgive him as well for my actions, she silently thought and prayed to the heavens. Little did she know that the Goddess had a vessel that was nearing the end of their training and heard the voice as well and soon, in her time of need, Heiđrún would get that help she desired.

Next Morning

As the sun rose above the the horizon, Berk was bustling with activity after the raid. Stoick the Vast grumbled as he marched to the Great Hall. He had dealt with Fishlegs and the contraption he had built, but didn't listen to his claims of hitting the Night Fury. Odin help me with that child, he thought before pulling open one of the great doors. Most of the village had already gathered and was waiting for him to arrive.

Stoick gazed around before moving towards where the map was located on the other side. The sea of Vikings parted for him while he moved, and once Stoick arrived he started to his thoughts out loud to his village.

"Either we finish them or they will finish us," Stoick shouted, peering at the map laid out in front of him and his brother Spitelout. "The only way we'll be rid of them...if we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave and find another home." As if to drive home his point, Stoick took a short sword and stabbed it into the map in where a cloudy area was drawn with many different dragons there in the clouds.

"One more search, before the ice sets in."

"Those ships never come back," remarked one viking on the other side of the oval table and brazier.

"We're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard," Stoick rebuked, looking out into the crowd. "Now, who's with me?"

Soon the room became a mumble of Vikings not really saying anything in particular. The reluctance was irritating to Stoick, but he had a plan for this. He knew most of the village didn't despise the kid like he did, but he knew that most would not stay if given the choice. "Those who stay behind, watch over Fishlegs," Stoick announced, causing the majority of those gathered to raise their hand to volunteer for the mission.

The crowd dispersed while off to the side at another table, Gobber was drinking his hand mug full of ale. "Well, I better pack my undies," he remarked.

"No, you need to stay and train the new recruits," Stoick said.

"You mean try to get Fishlegs to start fighting dragons and not wanting to study them?"

"What am I supposed to do with him? The Ingermans requested that I try to make him more Viking-like, but trying to get his head out of the clouds with his dragon studying is so hard."

"He's stubborn like most Vikings, but the smith has helped somewhat."

"Gobber…"

"Okay, there may be a few times his mind wanders into the more absurd thoughts."

Stoick groaned and nodded, remember the idea and invention of the 'Automated well and irrigation system' that nearly drained Berk's well dry, but thankfully Fishlegs had tested during the rainy season. Then there was the 'Sword throwing' machine that pinned a few Vikings to their homes.

"Get him out of the Blacksmithing and in for dragon training."

"Do you want to tell him or me?"

"You tell him. I have an expedition to plan for, but I'll see him tonight to make sure everything is understood."

Gobber finished his ale and began to change his hand while Stoick looked at the banners around the hall. Little did they know that Fishlegs was not anywhere in the village and instead was out searching for the Night Fury he claims to have shot down.

Somewhere in the middle of the forest, two beings of two different races were searching for the same thing, each searching by their own way through the foggy forest for the fallen dragon. Heiđrún used her sense of smell to track back to the faint scent of the Night Wing, the moisture in the air keeping it low to the ground and the dragoness very well hidden in the dense forest. Fishlegs, on the other hand, searched by a process of elimination as he tried to figure out the path that the dragon could have taken as he fell.

"Come on Fishlegs, this is your chance to say you found a Night Fury and get to study it," Fishlegs told himself while shaking at the thought of studying such a rare dragon. He knew Stoick wouldn't like it, but Fishlegs had to find and study the elusive Night Fury. It was one of the few in the Book of Dragons that had no information about it, but he also had this feeling that not all dragons are 'Extremely Dangerous, Kill on Sight' as the book decreed. He recalled a time when a Gronckle just walked around him in the woods and left him alone.

Fishlegs thought at the time he was going to die but when the dragon never attacked him or went for the kill; he knew that there had to be more about dragons. That day was the day he decided to want to study them and not just kill them.

Fishlegs crossed out another area on the map of the area around Raven's Point and groaned in disgust. "I know I hit him and he flew off this way before everything went belly up, but there is no way I could have lost him," Fishlegs bemoaned, tucking his pencil and book under his fur tunic. He continued through the forest until he found a broken tree and then beyond it a skid mark in the soft soil. He screamed internally for the success that he might have found it and started to follow the path of destruction.

Heiđrún had finally caught a heavier scent of the Night Wing and she knew who it was: Guðbrandr. She trotted through the forest underbrush until she came upon him bound in a mess of ropes and apparent weights. She knew he wasn't dead because there was not a scent of blood in the air. She came over and licked his forehead, causing the dragon to stir. His eyes opened slowly and gazed upon the Dragoness above him, his mind slowly clearing from the control of the Red Death.

"Hei...đrún… is that…?" Guðbrandr spoke weakly, still groggy from the fall and his mind clearing.

Heiđrún was beside herself with joy, but the moment he spoke, she picked up a human scent. "Yes, it's me, but wait a moment love," she whispered to him in haste, jumping into the underbrush behind him.

Fishlegs crested the ridge and saw the downed dragon in his bolas. The dragon was still and he thought it had died in the fall, but soon he saw it move and give out a painful groan.

"I did it! I did it! I caught a Night Fury!" Fishlegs shouted with joy, coming over the ridge and sliding down until he accidentally hit the dragon with his weight. This caused the dragon to groan loudly and a rustle to be heard behind the dragon. Although Fishlegs never heard the rustle, he quickly apologized to the dragon, "Sorry… I didn't mean to do that."

Guðbrandr stirred, but kept his eyes closed. Fishlegs peered over the dragon, noticing the closed eye and once going past the extended wingtip, visibly jumped when he then saw the eye open. He breathed slowly as the dragon started to growl lowly at the human.

Fishlegs couldn't understand the dragon, but he figured it was a warning. He knew he had to go get help to get this dragon to the ring, but he wondered if the others wouldn't just decide to kill the dragon. What Fishlegs didn't know was he was being watched closely by another set of emerald eyes from the underbrush.

Heiđrún could smell the human giving off various different signals from his scent. The Viking gave off fear, joy, happiness but also… sadness. That last one confused her since every Viking, apart from Valka, had always tried to kill her and wanted nothing more than bloodlust. Instead of that, she felt this Viking might have the same thoughts as Valka, but how could she be sure of his intentions? She saw something that made her worry become brandished by the Viking: a knife. She crouched lower to the ground, ready to pounce on the Viking if she thought her love was in peril.

Fishleg stood over the dragon pondering so many different things that it started to make his head hurt. He thought of the glory he would get to bring this dragon's heart to the chief, but he also thought of the wonders he could learn and possibly prove to make people see dragons differently. Closing his eyes, Fishlegs made his final decision and dropped to his knees. Guðbrandr wondered if his fate was sealed while closing his eyes, but he knew his… love would save him. Then he wondered, Why didn't I remember her until I crashed?

Fishlegs leaned forward to start cutting some of the rope while whispering, "Please don't attack me… Please don't attack me…" Guðbrandr listened to the Viking, hearing the words repeat while the tension around his body and wings began to loosen. His breathing slowed, but quickly picked up again as the Queen's influence tried to take him over again.

Once the last binding loosened completely, Guðbrandr pinned the portly Viking against a rock and caused the Viking to scream. Heiđrún came out and smacked her love hard on the head and growled at him, "He just freed you. Stop it this instant!" He turned and huffed at her, "He's still…"

"I was one too and my mother is one as well. Come on, let's just get out of here."

"Fine… but I'm still going to scare him," Guðbrandr remarked before roaring loudly into the Viking's face. "LEAVE!"

Fishlegs shuddered and looked away during the loud roar from the dragon that pinned him. He wondered where the second Night Fury came from and why it saved him. He seemed to noticed that they communicated and that told him that dragons were intelligent. It filled him with joy that there is a chance they were intelligent, but at this moment he showed more fear than any other emotion.

Once the roaring dragon finished, Fishlegs watched at the two leapt into the air, but noticed one of them was having issues flying. He didn't watch for much longer as he passed out soon after they left the area.

Guðbrandr struggled while trying to fly; his tail continued to pull him to the right and twisted awkwardly in the air. He bounced off trees and tried to gain altitude but struggled with each beat of his wings. Finally, he fell down onto the forest floor and panted lightly. Heiđrún landed nearby and sniffed him closely, stating, "Gunny… I think that fall took more out of you than you thought."

"I think so too, but I don't want to be on this island or near that Queen any more than I want to be," Guðbrandr replied. Suddenly, he felt pain at the end of his tail and lifted it up to reveal the left side of his tailfin was sheared off. Heiđrún saw the damage as well, but she knew she could help him.

"Come love, there is a cove nearby where I can use my Dragon Flame and heal your tail," Heiđrún reassured, motioning for him to follow her. Both Night Wings trudged through the underbrush, climbing over fallen trees until they both hopped down into the hidden cove.

"You know I'm stuck here if you don't heal me, right?" Guðbrandr questioned.

"Oh I know, but this is so you can't run from my questioning I have for you. You left to look for me and were trapped here for nearly eight winters," Heiđrún berated him, staring into his eyes. "And your sister disappeared after I returned so I couldn't get answers from her either."

My sister is gone too? What in the name of Nóttu is going on? Is Ljós tormenting me by first separating me from my beloved and then making my sister disappear? Guðbrandr thought before shying away from his love's gaze. "I'm sorry that I didn't return, but the Queen's influence is absolute. More so than the Sea King we met," he began, knowing his apology might not be enough. "But in truth, I was seeking you out to apologize for hiding the information. Before you found out, my whole family was sworn to Nóttu to never reveal it to you by your father, Skuggi."

"I've gathered that in what little I have found out, but I want to know his reasoning and how he found me. True Sight will show me everything."

Guðbrandr knew that she was right about his family knowing the secret since Skuggi perished with it. With a deep breath, he stared into his beloved's eyes and created the connection. He poured all the information into her mind that Skuggi showed him, from her creation of being a Night Wing and the most important part where Skuggi had found her.

Upon seeing where Skuggi had found her, Heiđrún broke the connection and turned away to look into the pond in the cove. No… that can't be true… she pondered in her mind. I couldn't have been left at sea. My mother talked about how she lost me and couldn't take me back. Unless…

Heiđrún felt the warmth of her love nuzzling up against her, licking and nuzzling all the right spots on her body as if he hadn't left her those winters ago. Guðbrandr wanted nothing more than to just comfort her and apologize for all these winters that had passed. He saw what she saw in the True Sight, since it was a two way street. She provided him the years that he missed, the knowledge she learned and the care that the human Valka had given his Heiđrún. Silently, the two turned to each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Time seemed to slow around the two as they leaned into each other and rubbed their snouts together.

"I'm sorry," they both said in unison. They both knew the other had made mistakes and they knew that it was just the start of things to come. Heiđrún pressed forward and brushed her muzzle against Guðbrandr's neck, her body now against his. He licked the back of her neck and brought his wings around her. She cooed and purred, reveling in the feeling of having her love back and finally knowing most of her story. The only thing left was the time from her birth to when her dragon father found her.

After several minutes of the two lovers embracing each other, Heiđrún pulled back and looked down upon the damaged tailfin. "Let me take care of that for you and we can leave for home," she stated calmly, starting to focus on her core to draw out her Dragon Flame. Guðbrandr stepped back and turned away to not watch his love work her wonders on him. She continued to tap into her core and focused on the half tailfin in front of her eyes and released her flame. A bright green flame expelled from her maw and coated the tailfin while the magic started to work on Guðbrandr, but that wasn't all the magic was doing as well.

Inside of Heiđrún, her magic was draining from her and so was the magic that turned her into a dragon from her dragon mother. Her core continued to drain quickly, but Heiđrún had no idea that this was the other magic that changed her as well. Once she felt the last of her core drain, she knew the magic was done and closed her maw to see her beloved's tail restored to normal, but soon she felt faint.

"Gun-ny…" Heiđrún sputtered out before collapsing onto the ground. The soft thump was heard by Guðbrandr as he turned to see Heiđrún laying in the dirt and panting.

"No, Heiđrún… please no…" Guðbrandr spoke softly, watching his love pant heavily with closed eyes. Then as he watched, he noticed her body starting to shrink. Her tail pulled back towards her body while the membrane on her wings started to fall away slowly and flutter into the wind. Her hind legs began to extend and thin out before him as her front legs did the same. Soon, he started to see her scales flake off of her while popping could be her as bones rearranged themselves. Heiđrún groaned and growled as her muzzle started to flatten and her short, elongated head began to extend upward slightly and become more human like.

No… don't tell me that the use of her Dragon Fire is removing the work done by Ragnfríðr,Guðbrandr worried, watching his Heiđrún shrink before his eyes. Her hide was now turning more pinkish with the fur coming out of the top of her skull. I can change her back, I still… his thoughts halting as he now recalled something from two winters ago. He looked down at his mate as she finished her transformation back to being a human.

As he gazed down on her human form, from her lithe body to the long fur that stretched halfway down her back along with the small brown specks on her face near her nose, he couldn't help but remember, I don't have my Dragon Flame…

Alright Dragon God and Goddess history for all. First the names:

Nóttu = Night

Ljós = Light

They are the two Dragons that all dragons know as their God, Ljós, and Goddess, Nóttu, and each rules over half of a day. Most nocturnal dragons look up to the Goddess Nóttu as their deity since they live in the night and rarely see the light. Nóttu is characterized by the night dragons as compassionate, loving, thoughtful and fair while her counterpart, Ljós, is seen as a trickster that wishes to deceive and cause problems for their kind.

Now for the dragons that are awake most during the day, the God Ljós is seen as compassionate, life giving, fair and caring while Nóttu is seen as hidden, fearful, and poisonous. This is why most day dragons fear the night dragons because they think they use the night as their cover and can attack them at any moment.

Ljós though as a God is spends his days giving life to the world, bathing the world in warmth and nutrients from him, but he can't control how much he gives to the world. His opposite, the Goddess Nóttu counters his warmth with cool to balance out what Ljós gives to the world.

Forever, the two balance each other out, but can not see one another. They are the God and Goddess that brought about the dragons of the world with their love to only be torn apart because of that act. So the warmth Ljós gives the planet is his love for his Goddess while Nóttu takes the love left by her lover from the planet. It's the only way the two can feel each other.

Now I know many will wonder why on that island when Tunglið was born why so many "day" dragons helped out the Night Wings. Night Wings are seen by both "night" and "day" dragons as the union between their God Ljós and the Goddess Nóttu. Even if the Night Wings pray or see Nóttu as their deity. It's why Aage was perplexed that the Spike Shooter would help him considering the different views they would have.

Now, the reasoning the other dragons see the Night Wings as the union between the two are as follows: The fire and the sense of reason of a Night Wing comes from Ljós while their color, elusive nature and sleep habits come from Nóttu. So for the "day" dragons they were helping their god with the birth of a new Night Wing.

Alright History lesson is over, if you want more, please PM me and I'll gladly give you all more thoughts on these two.