With a jolt, Toothless' eyes darted open and his breathing quickened temporarily. Deep breaths he took to calm his anxious form, to relax after that vision. It was something that scared him, scared him greatly though he'd never admit it. He thanked whichever Dragon God decided to relieve him of his awkward situation with Mystery, for he noticed the cold seemed to have faded just enough for it to no longer be necessary to remain so close to the female. He rose to his feet with care, not having the heart, or reason, to disturb the sleeping dragoness, and made light quiet steps over to the edge of the seastack and cast his gaze out over the vast ocean. There was a massive world out there, surely he couldn't be the very last Nightfury on Midgard, right? Surely there was a flock out there somewhere, just like with Mystery and the NightHowlers, and that Blightfox and the fox-like Vulpus' dragons. Surely there were more of them.

He sat down on the edge, letting his mind relax as he felt the wind brush against his scales. How he loved that feeling, it reminded him how free he really was, even if he wasn't in the sky. The wind was something all dragons loved, though not many actually even realised they loved it. It was just so natural. He threw his tail round his side and let the end hang off the edge, at the same time closing his eyes softly and just relaxing in the wind. He heard a shuffle and movement behind him, and he opened his eyes, averting his gaze towards the sound to discover it to belong to Mystery.

"Toothless?" She yawned "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing." He looked away again with haste before she noticed the image within his eyes, or as legend had it. NightHowlers were descended from Anima as well, and Dragon Lore spoke of them being able to see the truth behind some lies within the eyes of a dragon; while Toothless himself didn't believe the legend, he was not willing to test it to find the truth. 'Shut up firesoul... Before I...ermm I'll figure something out'

Mystery followed his gaze to see it spanning over the horizon, yet no sunrise or anything of interest was out there, atleast within visible distance anyway. For a reason unbeknowest to her, she suddenly found herself getting to her feet and moving to sit beside Toothless. If he asked, she'd put it down to the lonely feeling she sensed within his firesoul. Though thankfully, he didn't seem to even care. The two sighed softly, before both mentally roaring at their firesouls for their constant incorrect teasing.

'We're NOT in love!'

Suddenly, Toothless felt her smooth tail scales brush against his own, and, discreetly averting his gaze, he found her tail to be resting off the edge much like his, but brushing against his own, not that he minded - it actually seemed to help him relax. 'Maybe, this could be something?' He scoffed pyschologically at the thought, though it didn't feel to far-fetched. In his life, he never actually knew what it felt like to be in love with one who wasn't family. Sure, he had very few friends he loved, but the feeling he shared towards Mystery felt different from that. 'Argh... Fucking things' he'd place all blame upon his hormones and natural instincts, he did, afterall, recently fully mature into the next long stage of dragon-life from dragonteen, into a dragonlescent, not to mention mating season had passed not too long ago. God, its like everything was telling him something he didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

Come to think of it, Mystery didn't have that big an age gap between her and Toothless, and he didn't know anything about females, so his culprit for his confused and conflicted emotions was probably the same culprit for her.

"Hey, Toothless, dragoness."

"Names Mystery, Hiccup"

The auburn haired viking rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Hehe, I'll remember that from now on. So, whats going on?"

"Nothing much, Hiccup why aren't you sleeping?"

"Ain't tired" he shrugged, walking to the edge. Without even meaning to, he somehow caused both dragons to seperate and allow him to walk between them, and sit on the edge beside Toothless. Mystery smiled softly at the close bond the two males had, a bond of unity, a bond that defined them as something greater than man and beast, and, now she'd come to think of it, the human girl just seemed to connect with her, from the first moment she took flight with the girl, something seemed to connect and bond them. Should the girl be conversations topic she'll awake, and that is exactly what happened. Heather, upon realising there was now more space around her, opened her eyes and got up to join Hiccup at the seastack edge. She elegantly placed herself between him and the dragoness.

"I wish we could always be like this Hiccup... Not running or fighting, but living, being free." Heather sighed as she leaned upon his shoulder.

"The world beyond is full of darkness, young Heather, conflict will always arise, despite the efforts put in beforehand to prevent it." Blightfox commented something one of the elders of his old pack had taught him. No matter how hard you try, violence in this world will always catch up and you will be forced to participate, whether it be in Ragnarok, or so much as a friendly duel. The group simply 'hmm'ed their agreement, before feeling the heat of the sun as it began to rise slowly fall upon their forms, banishing the winter chill that remained and torture them through their thick clothing and skin. With a sigh, the viking girl leant back to untie her hair, having grown tired of the braids and wanting to grant it freedom again. Her hair came just past her shoulders, and was as black as the Nightfury's scales, and reflected the sunlight perfectly. Hiccup finally pulled down his hood and removed his cloak, letting his ruffled hair breathe once again as he shook it out of his face. She leaned back against his shoulder, sighing happjly. They might not have known each other for too long, but they definately felt closer than just being friends, it was like they were made for each other, despite how bad that sounds, it fitted them. They were both an outcast in their own way, both appreciated dragons and never killed one, and both had ran away from home for their own reason.

"So, Toothless, care to tell me how you met your mate there?" Hiccup nudged what would be the dragons shoulder, who returned Hiccup's comment and action with a death-stare that would make Loki think twice.

"She's NOT my mate, Hiccup... Argh just go back to talkin with your own girlfriend will you..." That caused both humans to blush and avoid lockin their gazes, while the dragons just chuckled.

"What was actually wrong Toothless? You didn't sound all to convinced of your own answer earlier."

"It's nothing... Don't concern yourself" His attitude had changed abruptly, becoming highly defensive and almost hostile towards her. He hated when dragons would pursue something personal to him, but there was no reason to be hostile to her, she never knew.

"Come on Toothless, we're friends, right? You can trust me"

His anger was growing, his temper still very difficult for him to control. "I said it's nothing... Mind your own fucking buisness or get the fuck out of here..." 'Toothless... Calm down already' A snarl let his mouth when he heard Hiccup question his behavioural change.

"Toothless? Whats wrong?"

"Is he ok?"

"Toothless, just calm down, you can trust me, ok?"

That was the last straw for him, why couldn't anyone just believe him or leave him alone? Why did they constant have to find out what was wrong? "I said fucking leave it alone!" His pupils restricted, teeth bared and wings expanded. "Why is that so fucking hard to under-fucking-stand!" He hated himself already for his unnecessary reaction, but he couldn't control his anger, he didn't know how to control it, and those around him pretending to care for him was never going to help him learn. His gaze darted between each and every member of their family: Hiccup, Heather and the dragonlings... They were terrified of him right now... A sight that broke him even more, Mystery, she was scared and worried for him, and the others were just concerned about how he'd react next... Maybe he would've actually been better off alone - what type of friend, brother, family member was he? If everyone around him was scared of him? He took to the sky and flew away without a second thought, not wanting to be there any longer. He needed to be alone... He deserved to be alone...