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Notes on how my writing style will be below:

Words typed like this are thoughts in their head
Words like this are scenes/locations where it is occurring
Words typed like this is Dragonese
Words typed like this are the Mental Link between Razor and Toothless

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Island West of Night Fury Colony – (Same time as attack against Sigurd)

Razor had harvested fish for the two of them a couple hours ago and once they finished, the couple decided to take advantage of the sun and their solitude. Bellies full and the late morning sun shining warmly on their bodies, they laid out in the sun with Toothless resting his head on top of Razor's. Toothless rested silently, but every now and then his throat let out a deep laugh when Razor's purring intensified for a few seconds.

His repayment bounced back between an annoyed look, a light tail slap, a nudge against his belly, or an unintelligible threat that was given halfheartedly. Despite his teasing, the female Fury took great comfort from his presence, and could tell her mate felt the same way.

Without sound reason, Razor's eyes shot open and her head swiped out from underneath Toothless'. Her gaze locked toward the direction where Åsmund had left with Hiccup and the others and her heart rate began to increase.

"What's wrong Elise?" Toothless asked, taking a second to recover from her sudden movement.

"You ever get that feeling that your other half is in danger?" Razor asked, hints of concern and worry audibly clear through her tone.

Toothless followed her gaze and bluntly answered, "Aye, all the time. It used to drive me crazy, but not so much anymore, unless the feeling intensifies."

He meant his statement to be comforting, but Razor did not seem to catch it. In a flash, Razor lifted her body up and spread her wings, ready to take off and go assist Åsmund despite the agreement they had made hours ago with Ívarr.

Panicking, Toothless pounced up and pinned her down just as her wings began descending. "What in the world do you think you are doing? Are you really willing to start a war with Night Furies just because of a feeling? Razor, you need to trust that he will keep himself safe and that they will all make it back here in the condition they left in."

For a long moment they simply stared in shock at each other, the severity of the circumstance not opening up any quips about their current positions. In the next moment, Razor's eyes suddenly became bright and her expression scrunched up into obvious anger. Like a string snapping, the Fire Fury suddenly began bucking against her mate in an attempt to throw him off.

A few kicks nearly knocked the breath out of him, but Toothless was not about to let her fly to her ruin without a fight. During the struggle, she lifted her head up and attempted biting him. When that proved unsuccessful to her mission, her claws retracted out more and she alternated between simple punching to deep scratching. Toothless managed to avoid the most serious impacts, but every now and then he felt her teeth brush against his skin.

During all this, he pleaded, "They will be fine Razor! Please-" Another swipe nearly took out his eye. "Control your emotions!" More attempts to knock him off were met with similar close calls and although he knew Razor merely wanted to just go and help Åsmund, he could not allow her to fly out and confront the Colony. "Razor, enough!" he roared, shocking the both of them.

Panting, he yelled, "Do you really think you are the only one here who is worried sick about their human?! Do you think I do not care about Hiccup as much simply because I do not go flying off to him every time I become worried?!" She suddenly started moving again, but Toothless was not done. "I am telling you: I constantly worry about him! That little human somehow manages to put himself in any danger imaginable but you know what? I learned to trust that he will call out to me when he needs me, and you need do the same with Åsmund. After all this time you've been with him, you should understand this."

As his words faded around them, her movements once again stilled as she stared up at him with wide eyes. Although her posture implied she had understood what he was telling her, Toothless could tell from the eye hues and the warm energy under him that she had not given up. Most likely seeing that he did not believe her display, Razor began thrashing once again, only this time with a lot more force.

With only one last option, Toothless opened their mental link. "Elise, please do not do this. You know I'm not here to hurt you. I'm only helping you. Think of how Åsmund would react if he saw you right now: out of control, ready to break your word. He trusts you so much, so please, if not for my sake then for his, show that you are worthy of it."

Almost immediately, the tension in her body relaxed and her expression softened, as did the intensity of her eye color. Feeling her body temperature shift from blazing to near smoldering, Toothless gently shifted the heavier part of his weight off her body and slowly licked the top of her head. When he was positive Razor was fully Razor once more, he moved completely off of her.

"Thank you Tokka," she quietly thought, wrapping her wings around her. "I probably would have done something stupid if it weren't for you." The bulk of the elemental power she had tapped into extruded out as extra heat and Toothless moved slightly to the side so she could expel it. Confident that her body would no longer burn him, she shyly unfolded herself and rolled onto her legs.

To his confusion, she made no further motion to rise. Sensing his question, she admitted, "My actions and emotions just now remind me more of the time I defended Åsmund in that first raid. It was the first time since I changed that I desired to protect someone. I know the feeling itself is almost completely the opposite of horrible, but the anger I feel whenever I cannot do anything to keep him safe… Well, it just reminds me of the time I wish I could fully forget."

Understanding dawned in Toothless' mind, reminding him that even though he and Razor were greatly similar, they each went through different experiences since their past lives. Although he remembers living up to his reputation as the "unholy offspring of lightening and death," he cannot recall ever fully losing control of his emotions. Razor, on the other hand, carried that burden, and probably will for the rest of her life.

Choosing his words carefully, he offered, "I know you have been through a lot, Elise, and there are times when everything becomes difficult, but here is something I want you to remember. Your new life may not have such a happy beginning, but that doesn't define who you truly are. It is the rest of your life, what you want to accomplish with it, that decides who you choose to be. I know you are still going to worry love, but never feel like you are ever alone. I'm here in the same situation as you. If Åsmund is in trouble then Hiccup has to be in danger as well, and you know that human is the definition of crazy danger. Like I said earlier though, I cannot always drop everything and go help him whenever he runs into trouble. Over time, I had to trust that he can handle himself and will come to me when he needs to. If you worry every moment of your life about your other half, then you'll age right to your death. Trust me." Toothless softly sat down in front of her and compelled her to meet his gaze. As he observed her expression, he let a bit of his concern and slight annoyance display across his features as he added, "If I acted like you just did, I'd probably be grey or severely scarred at this point."

Razor lowered her gaze to the ground, thinking over his last words along with the look he gave her. He's right. Åsmund and I are each other's' halves, but part of that also comes with trusting that the other will ask for help when they need it. If Toothless trusts Hiccup to do so, then I can extend that same sentiment to Åsmund. Sometimes though, I wonder if finding out who I am and reuniting with Tokka has changed me as much as I thought. Was I this protective even back then? Did I always give into anger so quickly? I know from our past that Tokka and Elise did love each other, but what brought it on? If we are different now, then is what we are feeling really how we see each other, or are they just residual feelings? And what about our past friends? Family? When we didn't come back that day, did they mourn? Oh Odin, why did I insist on going to that volcano and why us?

Finding her thoughts suddenly wondering about the past, she lifted her head up shyly and asked, "Tokka, can we try to search our memories for our past selves? I want… no, I need to see how things were in our colony before things changed. Who were we? Did we share the same friends? Did we have family? I want to know more about myself, see my family, if I had one. Plus, how did we fall in love with each other? Was is instantaneous, gradual, or did we originally hate each other? I know you said the past does not have to be how we define ourselves, but it would be nice to know anyway." With the question up in the air, she meekly looked away and tried not to let her worry show.

In front of her, Toothless lowered his head as he thought about it. He will admit, he was curious about his life as Tokka as well. What did Elise love about Tokka? Did he have any friends that teased him about his crush like I sometimes do with Hiccup when the human tries telling Astrid how he feels about her? Did his family accept her? Did he have a family?

They sat in understood silence, trying to decide if they wanted their questions answered. Eventually, Toothless smiled meekly at her and nuzzled his head against hers, offering, "These are some serious questions, but ones that can wait. Our past is not going anywhere, but our humans still believe deadly situations are a casual pastime. For now, let us focus on our other halves and later, I'll share what I remember to you. Once I change, who knows what I will remember."

Relieved at his understanding and the possibility of unlocking their past together, she relaxed into his touch. They both purred lovingly together and let their minds shut down to everything but the sensitivity of each other's company.

Night Fury Colony

Taking the risk, Sigurd folded his wings to his body and let them drop below. The other Night Fury could not halt or slow its movement and ended up sailing over the trio's heads. Snapping them back open, he beat his wings strongly in the air and ascended back up. Behind him the other dragon roared out in frustration and turned itself around for another chance to attack.

Sigurd let out muttered curses as he heard the roar and without hesitating, shouted, "ÍVARR!"

The sound echoed wildly through the tunnels, swelling in a few places that distorted the sound into a high pitch screech as they streaked down the system. His human passengers let out quiet gasps of pain and Sigurd felt their legs clench tighter around his body to keep themselves from losing their focus. Daring a quick look back, he saw their pursuer shake their head at the pitch as well. Too quickly however, they recovered and once again chasing after them with greater determination.

When Sigurd caught sight of a familiar mark of their systems, he put out another burst of speed just as he heard the attacker gather gas into their mouth. Pressing the tail fins down to the right, he wound around the corner of a new tunnel just as he felt a blast of heat skirt above his tail.

Although he had avoided the dragon's attack, Sigurd still felt something sting him on his side. It was only after he gave himself a quick moment to think that he realized it was Hiccup's metal leg, braced so tightly against his side that the material had pinched a few nerves. He also heard Åsmund let out a muffled cry of pain, probably because Sigurd's sharp turn had jostled his injured hand.

His ears perked up when he heard something heavy collide at the wall of the entrance followed by a loud dragon curse. The heavy beat of wings soon flooded his hearing and Sigurd knew he could not outfly the chaser. I cannot continue dodging him. Soon, we are either going to reach a dead end or find ourselves surrounded. Ívarr, I need you here now!

Sigurd roared out his Alpha's name again and began searching for anything he recognized that might help them defend themselves until assistance arrived. Recognizing his surroundings and remembering the layout, he executed another turn into a large cavern. Numerous tunnel entrances caught his eye but instead of taking any of them, he flew towards the ground and landed much rougher than usual.

His charges quietly voiced their discomfort at the landing, but immediately silenced when they heard the now familiar roar of the other Night Fury. The pair slid off the dragon just as they saw the other one emerge from the tunnel, its opened mouth exposing all of the rows of their teeth. When his eyes locked onto the humans, he boomed, "How dare you take what is mine!"

Realizing the other dragon's words, Sigurd's eyes widened slightly before scrunching down into anger. "Yours?! Why do you possess this human trinket?! You know the rules of this Colony!"

Instead of responding, the other dragon gathered gas into his mouth, accompanied by a signature pitch. Sigurd pressed himself closer to the ground, his mind timing everything down as his tail discreetly wrapping around the humans' waists. When the blast shot out, he leapt up and pulled them back with his tail, managing to completely remove them from the blast range. The momentum when he released them from his hold knocked the pair to the ground, their breathing coming out sporadically as they gazed up at the aggressor.

Their vision of him became obscured as Sigurd slid in front of them, his own plasma blast forming in his mouth. The dragon above noticed the action and immediately did the same. The whole cavern shook with the intensity of their pitches, hurting Åsmund and Hiccup's hearing so much that they threw their hands up to their ears and tightly shut their eyes.

Simultaneously, the grounded dragon and the flying dragon released their blast, causing the air to rapidly rise in heat. Just as the blast almost collided with each other in the center, a third blast shot through the air and overwhelmed the other two blasts. The great influx of heat, power, and light overwhelmed the Night Fury's and they had to look away as the light nearly blinded them.

They turned way as the light suddenly blinked out, quickly followed by a near deafening boom that shook the air and ground the Night Fury's remained in. The small explosion echoed around the humans and dragons for several moments, their visions dark as their ears strained to pick out any other sound besides the continuing echoes booming around them. Gradually, the noise began to dissipate and they found their senses righting themselves back to normal.

Just as silence began to take over, a shout suddenly barked, "ENOUGH CÁLDARR!"

Looking towards the source, the humans and dragons saw Ívarr emerge from a tunnel, smoke still floating wispily from the sides of his mouth. The identified dragon, slowly descending onto the ground, his eyes not sparing a glimpse towards the trio he only recently attempted to knock out. None of the other three took notice, however, as they watched Ívarr walk to the edge of the platform from the tunnel and with one great wing beat, launch into the air. In the next blink, his legs smacked the ground and the walls shook at the sudden onslaught of force.

Sparing only a glance to Sigurd and the humans, Ívarr stared down at the other Night Fury, ordering, "Cáldarr, explain why you attacked these humans after I specifically ordered ever dragon in this colony to not engage. For your sake, the reason better be sound."

Cáldarr looked over to the subjects in question, his neutral expression hardening. "As you are aware, Ívarr, I attended your gathering and trusted that my belongings would be safe in my cave. Upon my return, however, the other residents and I caught the scent of intruders in our area. Once we returned, the intruders had been run out but not before entering my cave and stealing something of mine. I demand it back now, and I want the humans to pay for their trespass." Finished with presenting his case, Cáldarr straightened his posture and although he appeared to display respect, his eyes sent a silent challenge to his Alpha.

Ívarr locked those eyes with his own steeled gaze for a moment, not backing off until his subject's head lowered slightly. Turning his head so that Cáldarr and the trio were in his sights, he asked, "Åsmund, what did you take from my subject's dwelling?"

The man lowered his eyes for a moment as he looked at the figurine in his open palm, the appendage displaying slight depressions matching the wood's outline. "The object we had come here for: the Soother."

The Alpha did not say anything at first, looking between the human and Cáldarr. Eventually, he focused on the other dragon and in a pointed tone, asked, "Cáldarr, why do you possess a human object?"

Cáldarr pushed himself up as he met Ívarr's calculated gaze, already knowing he was beat, and stated, "During one of my flights, I sank a ship near the edge of the territory. Before it went under, I found that carving and decided to keep it as a trophy. Despite how it came into my possession, though, it is mine and I want it back."

Ívarr's eyes narrowed into slits as he listened to the admission and once Cáldarr finished, he let out a silent breath. No dragon or human moved, their entire focus on trying to read anything off of Ívarr's mask. As they stood in silence, they suddenly felt numerous eyes watching them. Slowly, Åsmund and Hiccup looked toward the tunnel entrances and saw the colony Night Furies slowly enter the cavern. None of them said a word, and if it wasn't for some of their bright eyes, they would have thought the shadows around them had suddenly come to life.

"Cáldarr," Ívarr started, seeming to not notice that a large audience had gathered around them. "You acknowledge I am the Alpha of this colony, correct?" The dragon in question let out a strong nod. "Do you also acknowledge that disobedience of an Alpha's established rule implies a challenge?" Once again, Cáldarr nodded, this time with resigned understanding. "You have broken several colony rules this day, so is in my right to either allow you to challenge my rule, or cast you out from this colony."

"I understand and acknowledge that, Ívarr," Cáldarr answered, his response accompanied by quiet whispers from the onlookers. "And I also understand and acknowledge that should I lose the challenge, then death is more than a possible sentence for me."

Behind Sigurd, Åsmund suddenly went pale and even though Hiccup could not understand what was happening, he could infer from his companion's sudden change in color and the tense atmosphere that something very serious was taking place.

"I ask you then, Cáldarr, do you wish to challenge me in order to clear away your disobedience, or will you allow me to decide your station in this colony?"

For the first time since being addressed in this manner, Cáldarr looked straight into Ívarr's eyes and answered calmly, "I do not desire to challenge you, Ívarr, my Alpha. However, if a punishment will be delivered onto me, I hope other members of the colony will see what justice you bring for those who break your rules." As his sentence ended, he cast a pointed look toward Sigurd and almost immediately, every other dragon did as well.

To his credit, Sigurd did not project any outward emotion as he met their judging stares with a mask of indifference. The mask slightly wavered however when Ívarr replied, "Your decline of a challenge is accepted and though I would normally not allow members to slander other members in the fashion you just showed, you do present a supported case." The number of stares increased by one when Ívarr looked to his second-in-command, and the dragon couldn't help but lower his head.

The Alpha turned back to the other dragon. "In recognition of that, here is my deal to you: relinquish your right to the carving and I will allow your earlier aggressions against the humans and Sigurd to pass. That figurine will serve a greater purpose than as a trinket reminding you of your various conquests over the years. If you still choose that carving, just know that your action may continue to allow Elemental Furies to terrorize colonies like ours. I am sure you know what will be the safest choice to pick, right?"

"Yes, sir. I renounce that carving from my possession and you are fit to do with it as you see fit." Giving Ívarr a respectable bow, Cáldarr spread out his wings and darted up to the entrance his neighbors had emerged from. Without a word, he exited down the tunnel with the other Night Furies following beside and behind him. Gradually, the rest of the colony exited the cavern as well until who remained was Ívarr, Sigurd, and the pair of humans.

Neither Sigurd, Åsmund, nor Hiccup said anything, waiting to hear what Ívarr had to say. After a long moment of silence, he merely stated, "Take them back, Sigurd, and report back to me as soon as you return. Åsmund, Hiccup, put on your blindfolds before leaving here and should you return without my permission, and with your dragons, I will not hesitate to see you as threats and deal with you as such."

Before anyone could say anything, Ívarr flew up to one of the entrances and walked out, leaving the trio down in the cavern. Åsmund relayed the information to Hiccup and they both turned to Sigurd, who merely crouched down so the pair could swing onto his back.

Once they were positioned, they retied the cloth around their eyes and Åsmund clutched the figurine tighter in his fist. "Sigurd, we-"

"Until we leave the colony, I request we do not speak," he interrupted, shaking his body to warn the pair that he was about to take off.

With heavy silence, he flew up into the air and darted through the tunnels, ready to dispose of the humans whose expressions displayed equal measures of worry and concern.

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"Well for one, your humans have no sense of detecting danger. Second, I am inclined to believe they have no concept of ownership, which might because they lack that sense. Third, they make a mess wherever they go . And finally…" Sigurd's features softened a bit as he concluded, "They aren't exactly as horrible as most other humans out there. Although, I highly recommend you do not let them be on their own for more than five minutes at a time."

Well that's it for most June. See you all at the end of June. Sousuke Tenki Out