RECAP: It was finally revealed as to why all of the dragons of Berk have recently adapted a habit in which they'd leave during the night and for the duration of the mornings, (not all the time, but on a constant basis) before coming back for the rest of the day. It also turns out that, despite looking all cheerful and having defeated two gigantic beasts that have threatened Berk, Toothless has been feeling extremely lonely, and he's kept it hidden all of this time.

1 DAY BEFORE THE DEBATE

Over the passing four days, it was relatively quiet as far as the dragons went; they were all casual, and it was most likely a given, considering that they had probably chosen their mates by now, meaning that they could finally return to their normal selves. Aside from that, nothing had really occurred in relation to the election, or the debate; this was the first week of two, which meant that it was going to be the least active. After the debate tomorrow, though, that's when the election-feel will fully kick off across the Isle of Berk. Morgan's pledge to give Snotlout and Gustav significant power should they help him in becoming Chief of Berk has still remained, but the more Morgan had thought about it over these past four days, the more it became clear to him that it was extremely unlikely for him to actually even consider what he's going to do as Chief. After all, he's an outsider, and it's most likely that the majority of the vikings on this island, especially after he nearly died from Tuffnut, want him to return to where he came from since they consider him to be out of his depth. Morgan was fighting back, though, against these thoughts.

It was crucial that Morgan wasn't being called things that he hasn't even done, and that was particularly the case with what Eret had called him in front of the entire Great Hall. On the night where Hiccup had made his intentions known to hold a vote for his role of Chief, Eret stood up, and directly yelled to Morgan the phrase 'Drago supporter' which, at this point, seems to have died off; no vikings have came up to Morgan over the past four days, asking him if it was true. It's probably a good thing that Eret doesn't know that Morgan's apart of the debate, because if he somehow knew ahead of it, he'd probably use that accusation to make Morgan look completely unreliable and dangerous, and when he has to prove himself amongst four other vikings, his reputation has to be as clear as crystal.

In regards to Toothless, ultimately, the Night Fury had concluded that he's no longer going to attempt to get Morgan for however many days. Back at the Rookery island, he acknowledged that he had went in far too fast, and it was pretty obvious that Morgan's reaction at the time was one of a disturbed nature. This was something else that Toothless had acknowledged, so instead, he's now going to wait it out, and when the time is right, where the scenario is perfect, and when Morgan least expects it, the Night Fury is going to once again attempt to get Morgan to fully oblige. Toothless had more than just one option, though, because if Morgan doesn't actually give in at all, which is highly likely, considering that no normal human would want to even look at a dragon that way, let alone perform what Toothless wants, then he'll simply abduct the young lad, and take him elsewhere, where he'll spend as much alone time with him as possible, and then, that's when he'll go in for the pleasure, regardless of if Morgan want's it or not. The latter option was his craving to pleasure exposing itself after keeping it hidden for so many years. So far though, it's been relatively peaceful, and at this point, Morgan was calm.

Gone was the brown-and-green skulled, fluffy viking top, as were the leather pants on Morgan; now, after specifically requesting Gobber to craft him some viking shorts, and a new top, in which he could wear a vest, they had replaced his old viking clothes. The short-sleeved top behind his vest was quite thin, and it was of a dark brown colour. The vest, where there were no sleeves, and instead, it covered the entirety of his chest and his back, was fluffy with the texture of a sheep's wool, and was of a lighter brown shade. Contrasting the odd colour combinations of his old viking clothes that Hiccup had made for him, these were extremely good-looking, and less 'thuggish' as Morgan had once referred to his brown-and-green skulled viking top as at some tiny point after returning to the village at the commemoration weeks ago. The dark-grey leather viking shorts, however, had created the perfect blend. They were dark-grey, but it was something about mixing brown and grey clothing together that created the ultimate viking appearance.

Morgan was always a fan of shorts back in Britain. Even in the coldest seasons, he'd be the only one to wear shorts and short-sleeved tops. This was completely resembled in his new viking clothes. His vest had two holes towards the bottom, which had acted as pockets, so Morgan could easily plant his hands inside to rest them, much like he did with his coats in Britain.

At the present moment in time on Berk, after preparing for tomorrow, the nervous feelings that were running rapid through Morgan's lungs weren't really expected. After all, he had taken acting in school, so he would of thought that he'd be alright in front of people. Perhaps though, it has to do with the fact that these are actual vikings, and vikings that he's all too familiar with; he's wanting to give himself a good impression in front of the vikings of Berk, after seeing what they've all been through in the past. Plus, all of the other five in the debate are vikings, so maybe that's contributing to the nervousness that Morgan was surprised at thinking of. Whilst the debate was in his mind, the other was his current conversation with Ruffnut in the midst of the night, at about the equivalent of 21:00. Earlier on in the day, Morgan had wanted to have a full-on-scale conversation with Ruffnut, feeling like he hasn't really spoken to her enough following the obvious events. With a surprise appearance, Barf and Belch was also with them, looking out to the dark-blue sky covered with stars that had shined their silver-lightening within the skies of Berk.

They were both standing out at the edge, looking out to the body of water, as Barf and Belch had stood next to Ruffnut. Morgan hardly sees Barf and Belch in comparison to the other dragons, but then again, Toothless hasn't been around for quite a few days. Despite this, Barf and Belch were more uncommon than Toothless. It was pretty cool to see the two-headed, green twin dragon after a while.

Whilst the entirety of Berk was asleep, and the village was quiet for the night, Morgan, Ruffnut and Barf and Belch were stood near his hut at the edge, in which Ruffnut and Morgan were talking about the upcoming events in the near future. Morgan had his two hands tucked into his pockets in his light-brown, fluffy viking vest as his hairy feet were at an exposed state thanks to his dark-grey viking shorts. In fact, it's a possibility that he's the only viking on Berk who's wearing shorts. His torso clothing's somewhat looked like what Hiccup had initially worn when he met Toothless, but the difference is, there's no gap in the middle; it's just one big fluffy coat without any sort of sleeves.

"So you think it'll become a complete shambles, then?" Morgan asked, after briefly bringing up the topic of Ruffnut's view on the entire viking election.

"Totally. Do you know how long Hiccup's been feeling uncertain for? you take it, and you run with it, you don't just drag it on.."

"To be fair, Ruff, it's quite a gigantic task, and he's got big shoes to fill..but then again, what would I know, considering that I wasn't even here for the time Stoick was alive.." Morgan said, playing along with the fact that he genuinely wasn't on Berk at the time, yet he had seen it all from the screen. Since that morning that he arrived in the village on his first day here, though, he was quite devastated that he never arrived on Berk earlier, because he could of met Stoick.

"Don't be hard on yourself, you don't need to keep mauling yourself down, you know?"

"I swear to god, you vikings have a weird way of word usage"

Morgan laughed at Ruffnut using the word 'maul' to define 'talking yourself down'. He uses weird words, but he hasn't ever used a word of that class before.

"It's contagious, you should hear some of the non-sense Fishlegs uses, you should cover your ears the next time you're with him"

Morgan vacantly looked at the ground, before turning his eyes back up to the view of the dark sky beyond this edge. He wouldn't make a reply to Ruffnut's comment in regards to Fishlegs, because he doesn't want to be two-faced around everyone. Since they've both gotten into the flow of conversation, Morgan felt like it was time for him to ask Ruffnut the question that he's been meaning to ask for a while. He's probably asked it in some form, but even he can't remember. Considering that this was the lengthiest conversation they've had since Tuffnut had died, Morgan felt like it was the perfect opportunity to interrogate Ruffnut. He sighed before going forwards.

"Ruff, be honest with me, am I a freak in your eyes?"

"Are you...are you seriously asking me about what I think you are?"

"If you mean about the person who's name is basically yours but without an R and instead the letter T, then yeah"

"How many times are you gonna bring it up, Morgan?"

"Put yourself in my boots, Ruff, then you'll see how hard it is to contain it. For a guy like me, it's incredibly hard for me to put that all behind me, and what's worse, I always think that you look at me negatively because of it. I'm not some ego who's gonna pretend that nothing's happened, like?"

As Morgan looked at Ruffnut, he couldn't see the presence of the two-headed green dragon next to her, despite just seeing them just now. Curious, Morgan looked over to his side, before he was caught by surprise from the left head of Barf and Belch being lowered down to him, whilst the right head was lowered down to Ruffnut, essentially cornering both Ruffnut and Morgan off. It was delightful, though, for when the two heads became close enough for the two vikings to touch, Morgan started stroking the head on his side, whilst Ruffnut started stroking the other head; it was as if Morgan and Ruffnut were sharing Barf and Belch by being surrounded by their long necks and heads. Barf and Belch both closed their eyes as soon as the palms started rubbing off of their nostrils and head; this was followed by purrs. Morgan was specifically massaging the super-lime coloured horn above the nostril, and this caused the head next to him to mask a more relaxed expression, as the yellow eyes were shut in the middle of the relaxing; the purr was louder than the head from Ruffnut's side, too. Barf and Belch had never shown this much affection before, so it meant that Morgan kept on learning new things about the dragons of Berk.

Whilst stroking their heads, with Morgan holding onto the super-lime coloured horn on the head of Barf and Belch nearest to him, with the horn having the texture of a hardened-plastic, the two of them continued talking in the midst of the dark sky near the edge of Berk.

"Do I really have to repeat myself? look at me, I've gotta move on eventually, you know?" Ruffnut declared, holding onto her dragon's head closest to her, as the two were now closing their yellow eyes this time.

"I just want assurance, that, you know...I'm not like some barbarian who deserves his head chopped off, do you get me?" Morgan said, shrugging his shoulders once he got to the interrogative sound of his voice.

"No, no, haha, are you serious?"

"I'm deadly serious, Ruff. I'm about to go into the most important event of my life time tomorrow, more important than anything I've ever done at Britain, and unless you show me that you don't hate me for...killing him, I'll have that and something Toothless has-" he just stopped himself from saying what Toothless's actions consisted of about four nights ago.

"I don't hate you at all, look, I've looked past what's happened. I've learnt to go forwards without my bro. What's with your obsession with wanting me to tell you on numerous occasions that I don't hate you?"

"Okay...okay...woah?" Morgan emitted, feeling the nostrils of the left head suddenly climb up onto his cheek, nuzzling him with warmth, with the dragon noticing Morgan getting stressed.

It did what it was meant to do; calm Morgan down with a tiny drop of cuteness and warmth. As soon as the shape of the nostrils of the dragon could be felt, ever so slowly dragging alongside his cheek with the vibrating purrs, Morgan couldn't help but crack a smile. He wiped his cheek, due to their being some slight wetness from the nostrils, but it didn't bother him; he suddenly felt full of himself again.

"You uh...you might wanna remind me that I've gotta get a dragon of my own, Ruff, haha" Morgan laughed, with Ruffnut simply looking to her left and right.

"W-We're cool, right, like, setting the nail in the coffin now, you're completely cool with me, despite everything that's gone on? if I'm being repetitive, I can't help it"

"Yeah, for like, the hundredth time, we're cool"

"Alright, I could see it in your eyes then that you were genuine. Tell you what, if you didn't tell me that now, and with me going into the debate tomorrow night, I'd be caught off guard, alongside a uh...another thing which I'll ignore..." Morgan coughed briefly.

"You..you're in the debate?"

"Yeah, I mean, there's no point in keeping it a secret now, is there? with like 24 hours to go. Plus, you could uh...you could maybe help me out in winning the other vikings over" Morgan said, noticing that Barf and Belch was now back to where they were standing initially, before moving their two-lizard-like-necks to surround him and Ruffnut.

"Hell, you could help me in winning the dragons over?"

Ruffnut had noticed something with Morgan's talk; he's always mentioning the dragons, and although it was comical to her, she acknowledged that it was perhaps unintentional on his part. Still, it sounded like something regarding the reptiles themselves had caused him to naturally spout the word 'dragon' out in every sentence he says. Ruffnut had came up with quite an unusual joke for Morgan, and with her being Ruffnut, it was appropriate, given the crazy nature of her and her brother when he was here.

"Dragons, dragons, dragons, dragons, dragons, you kissed one or something, Morgan?"

"What? OH, NO NO, Haha, what the hell, Ruff?" Morgan said, unable to stop his teeth from showing in what was a panicking-looking smile on his behalf. He did that smile because he thought for sure, that as soon as Ruffnut had mentioned the two words 'kissing' and 'dragons', she was referring to Toothless's actions nights ago, that Snotlout had luckily JUST missed before he walked fully to Morgan at the time. Despite knowing this, it felt like somebody had told Ruffnut.

"Where on earth did you uh...did you get something so...odd and strange from, huh?"

"Alrighttt, calm down, this isn't your life, is it? haha"

"Of course not, haha.." Morgan said, nodding his head left and right, closing his eyes amongst the nods with a smile cracking out from the corner of his lips.

It suddenly became silent between the two, and they took to watching the moon just rest it's magnificent glaze of whiteness from this part of Berk over towards the direction of the forest on the other part of the island. As the water was roaring it's wave noises from below, Morgan raised his arms up towards the dark sky, and yawned as loud as possible, feeling as if his brain had suddenly became detached from his head with the light-headed sensation. He planted his palms into the pockets of his fluffy light brown vest, looking towards the side of his hut as the wind was suddenly starting to whistle it's races of gusts as the minutes passed.

"Well then, I uh, I should probably get some sleep, considering that I've gotta basically prep myself for becoming a potential Chief, haha, night guys" Morgan said, referring to Ruffnut and Barf and Belch.

"Night, loony" Ruffnut laughed, waving at Morgan.

But as Ruffnut waved, Barf and Belch had planted the corner of their eyes on their heads towards Morgan during the duration of the silence that had followed Ruffnut's joke of 'kissing a dragon' and they were extremely vacant during that time; As he and Ruffnut were looking out, the dragon's heads simply aimed themselves towards Morgan, and it seemed even more so after Ruffnut had made the joke. Their expressions looked completely curious, and somewhat as if they're looking at something they've been made aware of. Maybe it was just because of the lightening of the darkness that gave them that look, when in actual reality, they were doing something else. There's one big possibility to be made here, though; what if, Toothless has somehow, over the duration of the four days that have just passed, taken all of the other dragons to where Morgan has been over the four days, and pointed to him with the other dragons around him, signifying to his fellow reptiles that he's chosen Morgan as a mate? it's a longshot to guess that, and granted, it's probably unlikely, but never before did Barf and Belch vacantly, and silently, focus their eyes onto somebody like they just did now. It was as if they were watching for something that they were expecting to happen thanks to being informed of that 'something' from somebody, or perhaps, Toothless via the Night Fury's body language. The only way to truly know is to let time run it's course, and pretty much, that'll be hard to examine, given that the first phase of the election starts tomorrow.

How tomorrow will unfold is as follows; the entire day will be focused around the typical Berk duties from the village vikings, and the dragons and such, but at some point, the six vikings will finally find out who their opponents are, just about an hour before the debate takes place inside the hall. The group of vikings that'll be attending the debate as an audience will be the ones that have managed to find space, because, given that this debate is going to determine who the potential chief of Berk could be, it'll be crowded with a bunch of curious vikings. The catch however, is that the dragons aren't allowed to attend it; they're being saved for the question session that follows the week after. So to recap, it'll be a typical day viking stuff on Berk, with the dragons playing with each other and the vikings doing their main habits like hunting, farming, and things that keep their island safe and fed, but earlier than usual, it'll all be put on hold. Then, the six vikings in the debate will finally find out who their opponents are, (well, five vikings, considering that Hiccup knows who they all are) and then an hour from that point, the debate will finally kick off. It seems though, that this entire election process will be bombarded by the dragons suddenly acting all curious and intrusive around Morgan. We don't know for sure, but given Barf and Belch's rather unusual movement and behaviour tonight as his viking and Morgan had spoke, something has to give for it.

It's time to finally see who'll be walking out as Hiccup's opponent, this time tomorrow night on the Isle of Berk.

Even though it's been weeks since Morgan had sent Tuffnut, (he had no choice) falling off of the edge of the forest into the cove where Hiccup and Toothless had met in order to save his arse from death, he's still felt like Ruffnut hasn't forgiven him, but tonight, he's now found out that Ruffnut truly isn't bothered by his actions. She likes Morgan, and now, with that reassurance thrown into Morgan, he's now more than ready to take on whoever his opponents are at the debate tomorrow night. It appears though, that a peculiar, collective behaviour from the dragons who were at the Rookery Island with Toothless is about to pick up around Morgan. This is possibly false, and is most likely non-sense, but it's worth keeping an eye out; Barf and Belch were acting very very mysteriously, and since it's been four days, it may very well be the case that there's been some informing occurring between the reptiles in regards to the feelings Toothless has towards one of the humans. Is it true? will this overtake Morgan's focus in the debate? despite not noticing and not suspecting a thing from the other dragons, when he soon notices something odd, will it make him more unsettled? most importantly, how will he handle himself with the other vikings in the debate tomorrow, and who will ultimately win the vote to become Hiccup's opponent?