After spending nights and days in the forest, it was finally time for Morgan to unveil himself to everybody. It really begs the question, though, how exactly will everyone back at the village react? he's been gone under the radar as dead, yet all this time, that's been far from the case. So now, he's having to walk through a dark forest with an empty stomach, as it continues to feel like it's being tightened as the hours fly by, due to the minimal amount of food he's consumed. As mentioned in the past, Apples aren't something that you can really rely on for your daily intake, and Morgan's been forced to eat these apples from some of the trees in the forest to keep himself from starving. Another consequence of this entire lie he's had to place upon himself is the fact that he's swam at least 3+ times through salt water, and now his viking clothes feel soggy. There was no dryness in them at all, and they were still cold. During all of this time, one small thing that kept within his mind was the fact that all of the events that have took place throughout his time on Berk were completely unexpected on his behalf. All he wanted to do was come here to meet all of his favourite characters and so on, after having a severe obsession with How To Train Your Dragon, but it's just turned into a battleground for him, for obvious reasons. He's met Toothless and pretty much most of the people who're typically the main characters, but the fact that all of these events have emerged in his presence has made him forget constantly that he's in his favourite fictional world. It just goes to show, not everything is as it seems.

Morgan kept his pace at a steady rate, for he had an empty stomach that caused an aching sensation that made him lose out on some of his energy due to his lack of food consumption, apart from the apples. He had reached the steep parts of the forest, and he was placing his hands on his knees as he walked up them to increase the amount of pressure he puts on his feet to get up them. He was passing numerous pine trees, regular forest trees, and the occasional small tree. It smelt like nature, but the coldness that was following Morgan had also managed to sneak it's way into his scent pickups. He was still baffled as he walked across the bumpy parts of the forest that not even Toothless could find him whilst he was still hiding out. It's probably safe to assume then that he must have done a pretty good job at concealing himself. Walking through the dark forest was quite creepy, because Morgan, although having the experience of walking in the dark from his old life when he'd take the occasional trip to the shop on foot, didn't realise just how creepy it can be to do so when you're walking in a place where trees were at every corner. Anybody could be watching you from the shadows.

Walking from the edge he was at as he watched the sun set before, Morgan had surprisingly done a circling. From that different part of the edge of the forest to now, he somehow managed to come back to that dead tree that Toothless had crashed into when Hiccup shot him down. It confused him, actually. Perhaps he didn't actually have a good idea of which way he was going? the forest after all, is pretty much like a maze. Morgan's heart started to beat slightly faster after seeing that he had came back around to this dead tree, because it was an indication that he wasn't as close to getting to the village as he initially thought. He was trying to recall that moment when Hiccup had shot Toothless down, and how far it looked like the Night Fury had landed into this forest. It felt like it was quite a far distance into the forest, once Morgan tried to remember it vaguely, and this only increased his heart beat. Surrounding this was a couple more steepy pieces of land, but then it suddenly clicked. Morgan stopped besides the dead tree as his viking clothes were still feeling cold, and he had recalled a crucial moment. When Hiccup was looking for Toothless's downed body, he had actually came to this exact position when he noticed the broken and dead tree, and this instantly raised Morgan's morale significantly, because it indicated that it's possible to get back to the village from here.

Morgan looked at the shattered dead tree, placing a hand under his chin as he tried to work out which way Hiccup was walking from to get to it at that initial time. He was assuming that it was in the direction behind it, and it was quite a gamble to do, due to this forest looking the same wherever you walk in it.

"Huh, w-wait what?" he said, unsure about what decision he should make in terms of a direction.

Morgan took a 360 degrees clockwise spin as he looked in about every direction he could, just to make sure that there wasn't a person who'd for whatever reason be watching him. Again, it was a fear of his to be walking in an environment, especially when the moon's out and about at night, where somebody sneaking up around you is a possibility.

Morgan let off a big sigh, concluding that he'll just take the direction he thought of in the first place.

"Man..." he briefly said.

Morgan simply just moved his feet into the direction that was behind this dead, broken tree. It was pretty noticeable to see that there wasn't any fog around here, like there was when Hiccup was looking for Toothless. Thank god, though. Imagine walking in the dark whilst fog was around you? you'd be able to notice a hiding figure instantly if it was right in front of you.

As he was walking in the opposite direction of where the big branch of the dead tree is pointing, the moon was well up in the sky at this point. There was some clouds amongst the sky though, but not enough for them to completely conceal the milky shine of the moon. Morgan was walking rather slowly, because he didn't want to cause any noise, for some reason. He was thinking about what everybody could be doing at the moment, whether it'd be getting over his so-called death, or just letting it go as if it was nothing. He was pretty safe-felt when it came to Tuffnut, because he had it in mind that Tuffnut was in his hut for the rest of the night, which is typically a pattern everybody has across Berk. The money question though, is what the dragons would react like. The last time Morgan saw Toothless was last night, when he saw him with Astrid in the cove. Obviously, that must speak voices on how the Night Fury would react to seeing Morgan again? As far as Hookfang, Stormfly and Meatlug goes, Morgan wasn't too certain on those dragons either. Barf and Belch on the other hand, is an interesting question, because they're the dragon of both Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and there's obviously history between the latter and Morgan, so would they react negatively, or would they try and kill him? the only way Morgan could ever find out the answers to these questions would be to just get back to the village as fast as possible, which is what he's doing at the moment.

Morgan's feet started to feel brief cramp sensations, because of the amount of walking he's done so far. Bare in mind that he's had to walk over various steep pieces of lands in the forest, and rough surfaces in it where there's plenty of thick grass and bushes. There's been sticks he's had to walk over, which have so far caused numerous snapping noises. He was also starting to feel a bit heated, which is a typical thing for him. Whenever he'd walk to the shop, depending on how fast he'd walk, he'd suddenly feel like his entire body has just received a drip of sweat. Luckily though, the colder-than-usual atmosphere of the night is making up for it by cooling Morgan down as he walks. He was looking in every direction as he kept moving forwards, seeing nothing more than the same type of trees with their leaves. Berk is an island known to have extremely nice-looking scenery, but actually walking within that scenery seems to be a pain in the backside.

Finally, Morgan was starting to walk across a flat piece of land as he continued to walk through the forest. Everything seemed so peaceful, so quiet, in contrast to the scariness of walking in the dark in a forest. Morgan could also see some sort of light near the sky in front of him, and it seemed to be the case that this was coming from the various torches across the villages on Berk. Morgan started to get all excited, because he was heading in the right direction clearly, having walked through an unpredictable atmosphere. The reason why it seemed to be slightly lighter in that direction is because Berk, as you know, contains numerous amounts of torches as it's light source, because vikings don't have access to electricity. So the combination of all the torches in the various villages made it possible for them to emit a glimpse of it from a far distance. It sent an exciting shiver down Morgan's spine, but he still had plenty of spine trees to walk past, as well as some scattered boulders.

"There it iss!" Morgan said, talking to himself as he pointed off into the direction in which he saw the light.

He suddenly increased his speed, but there was a cost. His stomach was once again aching out of the emptiness it's gone through during the duration of the disappearance, and the fact that he hasn't had a single food source apart from an apple this entire time. The sheer thought of getting back to all of the vikings, and especially the dragons, was certainly an exciting combination for Morgan. He honestly can't wait to see the face and reaction of Toothless most of all, but he was also excited for the other dragon's. He seemed to finally be closing the gap between himself and the village as he was starting to approach the 'border' line if you will, between the forest and the main land of Berk. As he sent his eyesight across the trees in front of him, something wasn't right, and it caused him to make a much needed stop.

He froze, as if he had been covered in ice, for he had discovered somebody standing with their back facing him. It looked like a scare-crow, but you can certainly add the first word of that, 'scare' to Morgan's thoughts, because his fear has came true; there's a complete stranger out and about in the forest that's been potentially spying on him? Morgan didn't panic, however. As he looked around this figure to see more mossy boulders, spine trees and the smell of nature, he kept himself calm and quiet. He was tempted to shout out who he thought it was, which was Hiccup, but he didn't want whoever it is to just run at him the second he'd get his voice across to this odd person. Whoever it was, they had particularly familiar-looking hair, hair that was dangling down from his or her shoulders. He walked over to a medium-sized boulder besides him before attempting to shout Hiccup's name at this figure, who also had a long-pocket looking thing coming out from his or her belt.

"H-Hiccup?" Morgan said, hoping that his voice equals the truth.

The figure, being as swift as it was, turned around to unveil itself...it was absolutely, positively frightening, to see that despite Morgan hiding himself out...it was none other than TUFFNUT THORSTON who had his back turned against him for this brief amount of time. Morgan backed up, shocked to see Tuffnut in the less-deeper parts of the forest, which looked like he was intentionally trying to block Morgan from crossing the forest into the mainland.

Morgan pointed off at Tuffnut as his heart doubled it's beat, and his entire body felt like it was in complete constipation.

"Y-You?" he muttered, in a helpless, shocking tone. "No, how did-?"

"Haha, yes...you played quite a game, didn't you? well of all people, who did you expect, huh?" Tuffnut decreased his voice tone to imitate that of a little child before continuing on, "tiny, weaky, little Tuffy?" he turned his expression back to normal after his child imitation.

As Morgan was trembling in fear as Tuffnut stood there casually within the darkness of the forest as the moon shone it's bright light over the atmosphere of the two, he couldn't help but feel as if he needed to go for the loo, because that was exactly how he was feeling at this point. Morgan made a shocking discovery, one that appeared on Tuffnut's face, specifically.

"You...you have a black eye?" Morgan rhetorically asked, pointing to Tuffnut's face briefly, as his arm was shaking like jelly.

Tuffnut touched the shiner briefly, before looking back at Morgan with a horrifying smirk and a slow nod.

"Haha, yep, all from your role model, Hiccup himself...tell me Morgan, when did you ever support somebody who'd commit such violence?" Tuffnut mysteriously said, raising an eyebrow at Morgan.

"Look...I have no idea what you're doing here, but I have to tell you, I really don't like this, so can I just uh..." Morgan stuttered as the fear was creeping up in his adam's apple, "get past back to the village?"

Morgan completely turned off the topic of Tuffnut's black eye, because he didn't even want to imagine the reason Hiccup gave him it. He knew deep down it was because of the actions Tuffnut's done, but Morgan himself has realised that it's only ignited more flames in Tuffnut's body.

"Trust me, Morgan...if I wasn't so lucky to have overheard everything that's gone on with you with everyone talking in the hall, you would have succeeded in your little request just now, but you know what? I happened to acquire the most fortunate luck of my life here on Berk, and to tell you a little story, I no longer have a life on Berk.." he laughed, rubbing his hands together briefly.

"Y-You don't have a-"

"I was booted off before your role model decided to throw a little party for you, yeah, bet you didn't know that, huh?"

Morgan wanted to hear that last part again, but as he stood across Tuffnut in this part of the forest, where the pine trees had decreased in numbers, with the boulders all around, he couldn't help but wonder if this is all a trap. He didn't know how true it was that Tuffnut got booted out of his hut by Hiccup and the rest.

"A p- I'm sorry?" he simply couldn't understand what Tuffnut was going on about.

"Yeah, because you played the death game and fooled them all, they're throwing you a nice little party to celebrate how 'good'" he stuck his two hands up once he muttered that last word of his first sequence of his sentence, "you were. What an obnoxious bunch"

Morgan placed his hand on his chest, feeling quite mixed about that. He was that stressed about seeing Tuffnut here that he wasn't able to establish that if he meant they were celebrating that he died, or that they're celebrating how good he was, and the one word that popped into Morgan's head after that latter thought was a commemoration.

"But you know what, I've done enough gab at this point, I should probably get right to it, huh?" Tuffnut said, placing his right hand down towards his belt, which was where that big pocket was.

Morgan slowly sidestepped towards the pine tree on his left, wanting to completely bypass Tuffnut and get to somebody where he can be saved, because out here, in the dark, lonely forest of Berk, none of the vikings seemed to be anywhere remotely close.

"W-What are you doing?" Morgan asked, with multiple cracks making up the majority of his question.

There wasn't an answer, but physical movement certainly made up for an appropriate answer; Tuffnut unveiled his big, silver sword that he kept in his sword pocket that was attached to his belt.

"Oh come on Tuff," Morgan randomly muttered, having a bad feeling about what Tuffnut's intentions are the second he saw the sword, "I just...I can't do it, Tuff, honestly. I've been fearing this...i've been scared...PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME, JUST STOP THIS..." he sounded like he was about to cry, but his face didn't look like it.

Tuffnut laughed, looking across at Morgan as he wiped the silver sword with his free hand.

"So now you're backing away, after everything you've done to me? humiliate me? attack me? turn down an offer in which we could have avoided this entirely and perhaps established a friendship? sorry, I don't take being humiliated lightly, especially under my circumstances, boy"

"LOOK, JUST TELL ME THE CIRCUMSTANCES...WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST ME? JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE MAN, I CAN'T DO THIS...I REALLY REALLY CANNOT COPE...I CANT ATTACK, I REALISED AGES AGO TUFF, IF YOU GAVE ME A SWORD, I COULDN'T USE IT ON ANYBODY BECAUSE I'M SIMPLY UNABLE TO COMMIT TO IT" Morgan dropped to his knees as he tried to beg Tuffnut to not try to kill him. "JUST...GIVE ME A CHANCE MAN, GIVE ME A CHANCEEE!"

Tuffnut placed the sword down to the ground so he could hold it like a walking stick, willing to describe what he means by circumstances.

"Okay, you want the circumstances? pay attention boy, because you might not get a chance to hear these again...These circumstances are all on Hiccup, your role model, I should remind you, and you know what? not only do I not want to look like a fool and a weakling, especially after being dragged down by my sis in terms of my reputation, but also from you...attacking me. That's not all, though. You know what I see in you, huh? I see HICCUP in you, and I'd be damned if I'm just gonna sit back and let some...some outsider climb the same path as him and reach a status in which nobody can see the weakness in you...Hiccup...he's still the same Hiccup he was 5 years ago..not that you'd know that, because you were never here...but most importantly, II should be at the top, I'M more manly, I'M the better viking, and if it means I have to bring your body back to the hall in a deceased state, then so BE it"

This didn't help Morgan at all, but all it did was increase the heated amount of sweat he could feel around his body as he was starting to finally realise what it's like to meet death just a distance away.

"The DRAGONS will get you, though, you can't kill me if I run to them before you even try?" Morgan cried, sounding desperate.

"Ohhh, that's where you're wrong, little guy. They've gone, they're history, because of YOU, yeah, they've supposedly disappeared from Berk because of YOU faking your death, I mean, it's not like they love you or anything, so it's purely out of a coincidence, right? hahahah" Tuffnut chuckled, gripping the sword upwards to point it at Morgan again.

Morgan, feeling completely threatened, after learning from Tuffnut, despite not being able to trust any of the words he says fully, that the dragons have gone, looked around the ground of the forest surrounding him. There were some tree branches that dropped ages ago, and there were some small mossy boulders. Morgan saw a rock near the boulder close to him, and he ducked down as he was on his knees to grab onto it, before standing back up to face Tuffnut.

Morgan was gritting his teeth, as his fear and anger combined to create a stressed out, willing-to-do-anything-to-survive Morgan.

"I'll MAKE THIS ROCK THE REASON WHY YOU GET ANOTHER BLACK EYE, JUST LEAVE ME ALONEE!" Morgan yelled, with his voice echoing across the forest, which resulted in some birds flapping their wings at the same time to fly out of a pine tree nearby.

"I know exactly what you've become...you've become so highhh, so mighty, that you think you can just drag your weight across Berk as if you're Hiccup himself, well, I'm putting a stop to that, TONIGHT" Tuffnut said, settling his intentions into place in Morgan's brain.

Tuffnut slowly approached Morgan, moving away from the trees in which he stood at as he was waiting for Morgan after he got forced out of the hall earlier on.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING CLOSER, I'LL THROW THIS ROCK INTO YOUR EYES AND GIVE YOU A SWOLLEN PRESENT!" he said, moving his arm with the rock behind him, aiming it towards Tuffnut.

"Oh come on, put it down, you'll only make me want to make your death more painful...face the facts, nobody cares about you, they were laughing at you, I tried to warn you, and now you've became a walking piece of comedy, somebody who nobody can take seriously on any terms...SHOW EVERYONE WHAT YOU TRULY ARE! A COWAAARDDDD!"

Morgan gritted his teeth as Tuffnut's taunting started to get inside him.

"I PROMISE YOU TUFF, DON'T TAKE A STEP CLOSER, OR I'LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE"

This was a haunting atmosphere. Two foes are standing in the forest of Berk as it's night time, and it was haunting for the fact that the forest has ended up as the place where Morgan's inevitably confronted Tuffnut.

Tuffnut was chuckling to himself, still intent on walking closer, with a combination of even more taunting.

"What happened to your dignity? you have none, because you tried to humiliate me, and hey, I'm paying the price back, right? you can fool everyone else, but you certainly cannot fool me, I know you for what you truly are, an unlikable little pest who want's all of the attention he can get because he thinks that all of the dragons worship him, reality is, they're all history, they've left Berk, just as you're about to become history. You were just as dorky when I first met you, as you are now, except you've dug yourself a deep hole, one in which I'll cover your body with the dirt you deserve to be surrounded by. So, Hiccup number two, what're we gonna do about it, hey?"

Tuffnut held his long silver sword upwards, aimed towards Morgan, to try and get some intimidation within his harmless body. Morgan's face started to fire up, as his eyes looked like they were about to pop out. His teeth were gritting even more as his breathing had became equivalent of a bull. Suddenly, having enough of Tuffnut's comments, he sent the rock he had in his hand pelting off towards the direction of Tuffnut, much to the surprise of him. It managed to collide greatly into his nose with a big clang.

"I WARNED YOU! I'M MORGAN AND DAMNIT, I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE, ANYTIME SOOOOOOOON!" he yelled, stretching his voice across to Tuffnut in an aggressive manner, finally getting provoked by him.

Tuffnut got up after briefly being sent to the floor from the rock, and tapped his nose a couple of times with his finger to check for blood. As he stood up, his head swiftly nodded a no as he emerged with a psychotic smirk. Morgan was breathing heavily as he kept his teeth gritted, but his face had calmed down slightly to a more worried expression. His teeth were kept in their exposed state.

"Oh...that was the stupidest thing you could of done...now you have, NOTHING, no sword, no shield, and no dragons...hahahahahah.." he said, moving closer to Morgan with the sword, finally looking like he's going to put the word slaughter into reality. "You wanna play the pain game? fine, I can do it ten times as better..five, six seven, TEN!" he suddenly charged off into Morgan's direction without warning, holding the sword up high.

"RAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH-"

Morgan suddenly took off as soon as he saw Tuffnut's body race it's way over towards him. The chase was on, and Morgan was once again trembling as he struggled to maintain his stamina to avoid Tuffnut. He was running off back into the direction he had walked here from, and that meant that various spine trees, boulders, and steep pieces of land would make their return. Morgan noticeably slowed down his running speed, due to how unfit he was, going from the fight-or-flight speed to his regular running speed.

"COME ON, REASON WITH ME! WE CAN FINALLY SORT THIS OUT ONE WAY OR ANOTHERRRRRR!" Tuffnut explicitly yelled, as he was closing the gap between himself and Morgan.

"YOU AREN'T KILLING ME! YOU WANT ME? COME AND GET MEEE!" Morgan struggled to emit, with his mouth becoming drier and drier as a result of his lack of water, and lack of food. He increased his speed briefly, but not by much.

MORGAN SUDDENLY HALTED, HOLDING ONTO A PINE TREE BRANCH AS HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING BUT CATCH HIS BREATH, TO STOP HIMSELF FROM PASSING OUT, BUT TUFFNUT WAS ONLY A SECOND BEHIND HIM! MORGAN TURNED AROUND AS HE HAD AN EXTREMELY SCARY SIGHT UPON HIM, WITH TUFFNUT'S SWORD CLOSE ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO SLAY THE EYES OFF HIS FACE. TUFFNUT SWUNG THE SWORD IN HIS DIRECTION, BUT MORGAN USED ASTRID'S INITIAL TRAINING TACTICS TO DUCK UNDER IT, AND BECAUSE OF HOW HARD TUFFNUT HIT THE SWORD, IT GOT STUCK WITHIN THE BRANCH THAT MORGAN WAS STOOD IN FRONT OF!

TUFFNUT TRIED TO EVADE ANY SORT OF ATTACK BY MORGAN BY PULLING ON THE HANDLE OF HIS SWORD, TRYING TO UNHOOK IT OFF THE BRANCH, BUT SUDDENLY, ARMS HAD SURROUNDED HIS NECK, WHICH CAUSED TUFFNUT TO BE TACKLED TO THE GROUND. MORGAN USED HIS FIGHT SENSES TO BRING TUFFNUT DOWN, STRUGGLING AS HE HIMSELF PUT UP ONE HELL OF A FIGHT TO ESCAPE MORGAN'S ATTEMPT AT STRANGLING HIM.

"STAY DOWNNNNNN!" MORGAN YELLED, BUT HIS NON-FIGHTING EXPERIENCE WAS STARTING TO SHOW AT LONG LAST.

TUFFNUT SUDDENLY PLACED HIS HANDS ONTO MORGAN'S HAIR, PULLING IT WITH EASE AS HIS ATTEMPT TO STRANGLE TUFFNUT WASN'T ALL THAT STRONG. THE BURNING SENSATION OF HIS HAIR GETTING PULLED FORCED HIM TO REMOVE HIS ARMS OFF OF TUFFNUT'S THROAT, WHICH CAUSED TUFFNUT TO TURN THE TABLES BACK AROUND. HE STRUGGLED TO GRAB AHOLD OF MORGAN ON THE FOREST FLOOR AS A GROUND BRAWL WAS EMERGING IN THE MIDDLE OF A PINE TREE, BOULDER COVERED FOREST OF BERK.

"I'LL MAKE YOU BEG THAT YOU'D HAVE NEVER MET ME!" TUFFNUT GROWLED, GRABBING ONTO THE TOP OF MORGAN'S SHIRT.

TUFFNUT RAISED MORGAN UP OFF THE GROUND, BEFORE SIMPLY GRABBING HIS SHIRT BY HIS HANDS, BUT NOT WITHOUT MORGAN SPITTING RIGHT IN THE FACE OF HIM. TUFFNUT, IN RESPONSE, MOVED BACK TOWARDS THE BRANCH THAT HIS SWORD IS STUCK IN, AND SENT MORGAN HELPLESSLY AND RAPIDLY BEING PELTED FORWARDS TOWARDS IT. HIS LOWER BACK WAS BENT FROM THE HANDLE OF THE SWORD STICKING ITSELF RIGHT INTO MORGAN'S BONES, WHICH CAUSED HIM TO DROP TO THE FOREST FLOOR INSTANTLY, AS THE PAIN WAS GREATER THAN HE EXPECTED.

"AAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" MORGAN YELLED, HOLDING ONTO HIS LOWER BACK ON THE FOREST FLOOR, AS HE CURLED UP.

TUFFNUT LOOKED AT THE SWORD, AND WANTED TO SEIZE THIS OPPORTUNITY. HE GRABBED THE HANDLE OF THE SWORD AND ONCE AGAIN TRIED TO YANK IT OUT...ONE STRETCHY PULL WASN'T ENOUGH, ANOTHER ONE WASN'T ENOUGH, BUT MORGAN WAS BACKING UP AND AWAY ONLY SLIGHTLY FROM THE DIRECTION OF TUFFNUT'S STRUGGLING ATTEMPT TO PULL HIS SWORD FROM THE BRANCH. ONE FINAL PULL, AND SUDDENLY, TUFFNUT WAS SENT FLYING BACKFIRST ONTO THE FOREST FLOOR AS THE SILVER, SHARP PIECE OF THE SWORD WAS FINALLY PULLED OUT OF THE BRANCH.

MORGAN, PANICKING BECAUSE HE WAS SEEING DEATH FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES, SCRAMBLED THEM ACROSS THE FLOOR HE WAS ON HIS LOWER BACK AGAINST, TRYING TO FIND MORE ROCKS TO PELT AT TUFFNUT'S FACE. THERE WERE A COUPLE OF THEM TO HIS LEFT, AND AS TUFFNUT SLOWLY EMERGED OFF THE FOREST FLOOR WITH HIS SWORD AFTER BEING SUCCESSFUL IN GETTING IT UNSTUCK FROM THE BRANCH, LOOKING TOWARDS MORGAN, HE PICKED THEM UP WITH DESPERATION.

"IT'S TIME TO FINALLY PUT AN END TO THISSS!" TUFFNUT SAID, WALKING TOWARDS MORGAN WITH THE SWORD, BUT HIS FACE SUDDENLY EXPERIENCED SOME MORE PAIN..

"OUUUUUUUUUCHHHH!" TUFFNUT YELLED, AS THE TWO ROCKS THAT MORGAN PICKED UP WERE SENT BANGING ACROSS HIS SKULL. MORGAN QUICKLY EMERGED OFF THE FLOOR AS TUFFNUT COVERED HIS FACE, AND LOOKED TO RETRIEVE THE SWORD OUT OF TUFFNUT'S GRASP. MORGAN'S LOWER BACK DECREASED HIS SPEED, AND IT WAS A SLOWER PROCESS FOR HIM TO INITIALLY SIT UP, BUT HE SUCCEEDED. HE RAN RIGHT INTO TUFFNUT'S BODY AND JUST AIMLESSLY LAID HIS HAND ONTO THE SWORD, BUT TUFFNUT WASN'T ALL THAT DISTRACTED. HE SENT HIS HEAD FORWARDS INTO MORGAN'S FOREHEAD, CLANGING IT OFF WITH A HEADBUTT, CAUSING MORGAN'S BRAIN TO FEEL DIZZY AND BURNT, BUT MORGAN PREVAILED. HE DROPPED DOWN TO HIS KNEES AFTER THE HEADBUTT, BUT STOPPED AT NOTHING WITH TRYING TO TAKE THE SWORD AWAY. MORGAN SENT HIS NAILS SCRATCHING ACROSS TUFFNUT'S HAND WITH THE SWORD, AND THIS DECREASED THE GRIP HE HAD, BUT IT WASN'T EASY. TUFFNUT SENT HIS BOOTS OFF INTO MORGAN'S CHEST, BUT THE SWORD SUDDENLY SLIPPED OUT OF HIS GRASP. MORGAN WAS QUICK TO GRIP IT AS HIS BREATH GOT WEAKER AS THE BOOT COLLIDED OFF HIS HEART. MORGAN, DESPITE BEING HEAVILY PAINED BY TUFFNUT FROM HIS ATTACKS, THREW THE SWORD AS FAR AS HE COULD WHILST ON THE GROUND, REMOVING TUFFNUT'S ABILITY TO SLAUGHTER HIM. TUFFNUT SUDDENLY SCRAMBLED INTO THE DIRECTION OF THE SWORD, BUT MORGAN HELD ONTO HIS FEET, CAUSING HIM TO TRIP OVER ONTO THE GRASS.

MORGAN SCRAMBLED HIS DOWNED BODY AS FAST HE COULD RIGHT ONTO TUFFNUT'S BACK, REMOVING HIS HELMET TO PULL ON HIS HAIR IN RESPONSE TO WHAT HE DID BEFORE.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" TUFFNUT MOANED, AS HIS BLONDE LONG HAIR WAS GETTING PULLED.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH, COME ONNNNNNN, TRY AND GET UPPPP!" MORGAN SAID, WELL INTO THE MOMENT OF VIOLENCE FOR HIS OWN DEFENCE.

TUFFNUT SLOWLY BUT SURELY TURNED HIS BODY AROUND SO HE'D BE LYING ON HIS BACK, AS MORGAN STILL KEPT A HARD GRIP OF HIS HAIR. TUFFNUT, USING HIS ATHLETIC VIKING SKILLS, SUDDENLY SENT A QUICK FINGER INTO MORGAN'S EYES, CAUSING HIM TO STAND UP FROM HIS DOWNED BODY AND HOLD ONTO HIS WATERING EYES.

TUFFNUT QUICKLY CRAWLED OVER TO THE DIRECTION OF THE SWORD, BUT MORGAN WAS TOO BUSY HOLDING ONTO HIS EYES TO GET TO HIM. THE MANIAC FINALLY REACHED THE HANDLE OF THE SWORD, AND HE SLOWLY STOOD UP ONTO HIS FEET, AND AS SOON AS HE DID, MORGAN REMOVED HIS HANDS FROM HIS EYES, SHOCKED AT TUFFNUT'S QUICK VIKING SPEED.

Morgan, tired and completely and utterly in pain from the fight, raised his hands up at the sight of Tuffnut's acquiring of the sword.

Tuffnut was breathing heavily as his hair was all messed up from the brawl, and all sweaty, and even he was in an impressive amount of pain, as far as inflicted pain from outsiders go.

"Yeah, now you know," he was breathing helplessly, swinging a small piece of his hair from his sweaty forehead as he held the sword's handle in both of his hands, aiming it towards Morgan, "ENOUGH of this kiddy fight, IT'S TIME TO END THIS, ONCE AND FOR ALLLL..." Tuffnut yelled, finally calling for the execution of Morgan from his own hands.

Morgan backed up, feeling weakened and broken by the brawl, had tears in his eyes, for he finally cried after all of the vicious fighting he's just been forced to do for his own defence. There was some blood coming off of his face from all of the quick action, and with Tuffnut's occasional scratching of his face. There was simply no sensible route for him to take in the forest, because all there was in every direction were pine trees, boulders, and NOW, steep pieces of forest, so clearly, the two of them had brawled nearer to the dead tree, because that's situated on one of these steep hills. There were some more branches that were sticking outwards and downwards, dead branches at that, from some of these lower trees.

Morgan was looking all around himself, as Tuffnut was nearing, not sure about what to do. His lower back was aching from colliding into the handle of the sword when it was stuck in one of the branches. Morgan made a swift turn into the direction behind him and simply ran, feeling too weakened to continue to try and defend himself.

"YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CERTAINLY CAN'T HIDEE!" Tuffnut laughed, following in Morgan's path, as he too started to run.

Morgan was letting his voice get out of his mouth as he continued to run deeper into the forest, feeling scared of dying from a painful death. He just can't-

"I'M STILL HERE, MORGAN!" Tuffnut yelled, once again catching up to Morgan in the run.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PSYCHO!"

MORGAN SUDDENLY TRIPPED UP OVER A BOULDER AFTER LOOKING TO HIS LEFT TO RESPOND TO TUFFNUT, AND HE WAS SENT SCRAPING HIS CHEST AGAINST THE FOREST FLOOR, WITH THE GRASS. HE INSTANTLY TURNED AROUND TO LIE ON HIS BACK TO TRY AND PLEA WITH TUFFNUT, BUT THE VIKING HAD ALREADY REACHED HIM, LAUGHING AT HIM TRIPPING UP.

TUFFNUT RAISED THE SWORD UP HIGH INTO THE AIR WHILST SMILING AT MORGAN, GOING FOR THE COLLISION WITH THE SWORD THROUGH MORGAN'S STOMACH-

"TUFF TUFF, STOP STOP STOOOOOOP, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS..." MORGAN CRIED, AS HIS FACE HAD FINALLY TURNED INTO THAT OF A LITTLE CRYING BABY AT THE SIGHT OF THE SWORD RIGHT ABOVE HIM.

Tuffnut laughed, and although he still intended on killing Morgan, he wanted to see how much crying he could do before he kills him. He removed the sword out of the air after breathing heavily from all of the running, and once again held it like a walking stick.

"Cry more, boy, you're gonna need it..-"

"TUFF, YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME, I'M SORRY, I'M SO SO SO SO SORRRY, IF YOU KILL ME, YOU'LL FEEL BAD ABOUT IT...I...I THINK YOU'RE A GOOD MAN.." Morgan's entire body was shaking as the sight of Tuffnut killing him in an imminent amount of time made him completely out of character for a 17 year old.

"Don't try and plead with me, you just tried to strangle me, and after everything else you've done, offering you a bridge to safety, but then you spat in my face? nadah, boy"

Morgan was slowly sitting up from the ground as he was sat on the grass, with all of the pain patching itself in the areas of Morgan's body that were the most crucial. His lower back, his face, his eyes from the finger poke, and his head from Tuffnut's headbutt. He eventually got up to one leg, whilst he was on his knee on the other.

"P-P-P-Pleas-e...sp-spare me Tuff, I DON'T WANNA DIE..."

As Tuffnut neared Morgan as he was on his knees, behind Morgan was a sight that Tuffnut himself knew was all to familiar to him. He simply pointed off into that direction, looking at Morgan with a smirk.

"I suppose I can allow you to live to see your last few sights of this place, look behind yaself, it's your favourite, place, right? RIGHT?!" he yelled, causing Morgan to flinch.

Morgan hesitated to actually turn his head around, in case it was all a big trap. He got up to his weak, burnt-like feet as he simply refused to turn his back to Tuffnut, so he turned around so his right shoulder was facing Tuffnut. Perhaps, this isn't actually a trap for him to get an easy kill on Morgan, because he wasn't lying when he claimed that there was a sight behind him; it was the sunken, classic and memorable cove, where Astrid and Toothless were.

"Get a good look, now, look back at me, what do you see? do you see Toothless, huh?"

Morgan wiped the tears off of his eyeballs as he looked back at Tuffnut, confused by what he meant, but he suddenly collapsed to his knees again, because everything from the brawl to another chase has took it's toll on him, especially Tuffnut himself.

"I-I...ugh..."

"He's GONE..." Tuffnut claimed.

Morgan's eyes instantly turned up to Tuffnut's face, as his sword was being held as a walking stick. Who's gone?

"Toothless...I KILLED him.." he blatantly lied, wanting to get another cry out of Morgan.

Morgan's heart shrunk, and he felt like he was going to be sick.

"N-No...NO...STOP IT, YOU'RE LYING?!" he said, standing up on his feet again to Tuffnut

"He didn't care about you...he seemed like he'd rather have died than just be with you..."

Tuffnut closed the gap even further between himself and Morgan, as Morgan turned his back to him in shock. His mouth was left hanging open in a gasp as he looked all over the cove...they must have had a huge chase and a huge brawl if they managed to get to this place. Morgan's head was nodding left and right, not willing to accept that Toothless is dead, because if he is, then he felt like he might as well kill himself.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM went Tuffnut's arm, as it collided into Morgan's groin from behind, which sent Morgan to scramble and drop down to the forest floor. He eventually curled up away from the cove's edge, but Tuffnut wasn't finished there. He ducked down besides Morgan's body and raised the sword up into the air, before sending it downwards towards Morgan's head, but the sword came to a dramatic halt as his two hands grasped a hold of the blade, as Tuffnut was pushing it down. Morgan was trying to push it upwards, but Tuffnut was desperately pushing it downwards. Morgan's hands were starting to shake as the sword's blade was starting to shake, in which he started gritting his teeth as the blade was slowly sliding through the grip of his palms, and after a minute of Morgan holding the sword up from it splattering right into his face, Tuffnut gave up, and removed the sword. Instead, he intended on making more cries come out of Morgan before the final kill. If Tuffnut was to do what he just did again, then Morgan would have died, because he's been battered down to the point that he can't get up at all, nor can he do anything to defend himself against Tuffnut.

As Tuffnut was closing in on his victory, a third figure appeared to be walking ever so slowly towards the scene, with him arriving at the other side of the cove's edge from where Tuffnut and Morgan were. He looked like the same shape as that bump on the back of that flying thing that we've seen over the waters of Berk in the past hours. He was walking on twigs in the Berk forest, which caused various snapping sounds. He had suddenly heard a voice of suffering, and before he took off entirely, a lizard-like figure had emerged besides him, and he gestured for this giant lizard to back off, for safety reasons. As the figure saw his lizard companion fly off, this small-looking figure emerged from within the thick pine trees that surrounded the edge of the cove, and he walked his way over to a branch that was in front of Morgan and Tuffnut; he was that quiet and stealthy that not even Tuffnut could notice him. Upon further inspection, it looked like this figure, whoever it may be, looked like he's seen Morgan before..

"LET US NOW TAKE A PEEP INTO THE FUTURE...WHAT'S THIS I SEE? A LONELY, NIGHT FURY...HE'S IN HIS ELEMENT...HE'S KILLED PEOPLE...HE CAN'T HEAR YOU, NOR CAN HE SEE YOU...HE'S FORGOTTEN...ALL ABOUT YOU!" Tuffnut yelled, taunting Morgan into his final emotional state before he went for the kill. "OH, WHAT IS THIS, I SEE? THERE IS ANOTHER...IN YOUR PLACE..."

Morgan looked up at Tuffnut as he was still against the forest floor with shiny bright tears in his eyes from crying from the pain that's been inflicted upon him, his dreadful feelings from the fighting and everything Tuffnut's said so far.

"He is called...HICCUP!"

Tuffnut RAISED the sword up for a final time, standing directly in front of Morgan's fallen body, as he's curled up on the floor in complete pain, like a helpless child getting bullied by an older teen.

TUFFNUT CHARGED FORWARDS WITH THE SWORD, RAISING IT ABOVE HIS HEAD, MOVING RAPIDLY TOWARDS MORGAN'S BODY FOR THE KILL

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"HEY!" A voice yelled, competing against the loudness of Tuffnut's charging roar.

Tuffnut paused his movement, and turned around, shocked to see Gustav Larson, of all people, witnessing what he's doing at the moment. He was stood near the branch. Tuffnut's mind suddenly had a ring of paranoia, he DIDN'T WANT Gustav to tell ANYBODY about what he's seeing, so in his mind, he'll most likely kill him as well.

"NO-NOONONONONONO! YOU CAN'T SEE THIS! THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THIS...ARGHHHHHHHH!" HE YELLED, IN ANGER.

"WELL HEY, WHO'S TO SAY YOU CAN'T STOP ME, TUFF? COME ON, I'M RIGHT HERE, KILL ME INSTEAD OF HIM.." GUSTAV YELLED, PROVOKING TUFFNUT, WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF FOR MORGAN'S SAFETY.

TUFFNUT DIDN'T EMIT ANY WORDS, BUT INSTEAD CHARGED FORWARDS AWAY FROM MORGAN'S DIRECTION TOWARDS GUSTAV, WHO, AS SOON AS TUFFNUT SWUNG HIS SWORD TOWARDS HIM WITH THE INTENT OF KILLING HIM, DID A ROLY-POLY OUT OF THE WAY. TUFFNUT'S SWORD ONCE AGAIN GOT STUCK INSIDE A BRANCH, BLADE FIRST, SO NOW HE WAS DISTRACTED WITH HAVING TO PULL IT OUT AGAIN.

GUSTAV LAUNCHED HIMSELF ONTO TUFFNUT, TRYING TO PUSH HIM OFF OF THE EDGE TO FALL INTO THE COVE, BUT TUFFNUT DIDN'T GO DOWN SO EASILY; HE POUNDED HIS FISTS INTO GUSTAV'S LITTLE CHEST AS HE WAS DRAGGED BACKWARDS A BIT FROM GUSTAV'S MOMENTUM. HE MANAGED TO GET GUSTAV COUGHING, BUT THEN...THE MOST REMARKABLE THING HAPPENED. MORGAN, OUT OF NOWHERE, CHARGED TOWARDS TUFFNUT'S BODY AS SOON AS HE DROPPED GUSTAV TO THE FLOOR WITH HIS POUNDING FISTS, SPEARING HIS SHOULDER RIGHT INTO TUFFNUT'S RIBS, AND THE TWO FELL OFF OF THE EDGE RIGHT INTO THE COVE.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" TUFFNUT YELLED, AS MORGAN FORCED HIS BODY DOWNWARDS AS A DEFENCE OF THE COLLISION HE WAS ABOUT TO HAVE WITH THE FLOOR...

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

And thus, Tuffnut's actions have finally came back to haunt him, in a deserving fashion.

There it was...Tuffnut's body flopped to a complete end, as Morgan had managed to use it as a defence against the floor, but the minute Morgan pushed himself away from Tuffnut's body, he collapsed down onto his knees in the cove...and then his back, feeling dreadful and weak, and with barely any energy after the tremendous battle he's just had with his number one enemy of Berk.

"MORGAN?!" Gustav yelled, panicked at the sight of Morgan collapsing. "FANGHOOK! FANGHOOK! COME BAACK!"

Fanghook had emerged surprisingly quickly, flying from the more-covered parts of the forest, where there were those big thick trees, and Gustav gestured for the dragon to take him down into the cove from here, in which Fanghook happily obeyed. The dragon didn't waste any time in flying his viking down to the cove, and Gustav himself didn't waste anytime in attending to Morgan, as he was on the ground of the cove a distance away from Tuffnut's lifeless body.

He placed his hands on his shoulders to try and wake Morgan up, and Morgan started coughing as he seemed to be re-emerging from his collapse.

"M-MORGAN?!" Gustav said, smiling as Morgan's eyes started showing movement.

Morgan opened his eyes entirely, looking across at Gustav's face, and then turned to Fanghook, and Morgan simply let off a big smile.

"G-Gu-gst-st-stav?" Morgan stuttered, regaining his power.

Gustav simply raised Morgan's upper body up towards his chest and hugged the life out of him, with Fanghook rubbing his big head against Morgan's back, as the dragon was also happy to see that Morgan had survived.

"Do you really think I could of left you alone?" Gustav said, as he was stuffed within Morgan's upper body from his big hug.

Gustav slowly released Morgan's head from his grip, and looked at him with relief, but Morgan still looked pretty upset.

"G-Gustav..." Morgan turned over to Tuffnut's body, as he had finally met his inevitable fate, "I...I killed somebody..." he said, with his lips dropping.

"Morgan, he tried to kill you, he was merciless with you, he was going to KILL HICCUP, but you know what? you've overcame him, and that's all that matters" Gustav said, patting Morgan's shoulders.

Morgan moved up into a seated position as his lower back was still hurting, and his eyes felt dry and hurt.

"H-How did you get back here?" Morgan asked Gustav, as Fanghook purred against Morgan's shoulder.

"Well uh, haha, halfway through our trip when we left you that morning, I realized that I couldn't just leave you out here, by yourself...you know? so me and good old Fanghook here, haha, we sort of made a U-Turn and spent an extra ten plus hours to get back here...haha" Gustav said, standing up, lifting Morgan up to his feet.

"I feel terrible, Gustav...I'm in pain every- OUCH..." Morgan's back was hurting, as well as his head.

"Relax, we'll get you back to the village, and then you can tell the story, you're more of a viking than you were when I first met you, Morgan. Morgan?" he said, leaving a question mark blank for a few seconds, "welcome to the club..." he once again patted Morgan's back, gently.

Fanghook smiled at Morgan, and he rested his head against Morgan's forehead, with Morgan feeling better about himself whilst he was feeling like he was injured after the horrific battle with Tuffnut just now. He held onto Fanghook's head as he relaxed with the dragon, feeling loved again, but it wasn't Toothless love.

"You uh...please...help me walk..." Morgan said to Gustav, as Fanghook ducked down for the two of them to get onto his neck.

Gustav himself was also in some pain, from the punches that Tuffnut had delivered to his chest when he failed to get him to fall off of the edge into the cove, before Morgan made the biggest retaliation of his life.

All three of them were in the cove, and before Morgan boarded Fanghook along with Gustav as the small viking helped him walk, he looked at the waterfall and the lake in the cove, before turning back around to see Tuffnut's body, but then he instantly turned away from the sight. He didn't want to think about Tuffnut, ever again, and now that he's dead, his worries have finally released themselves. Morgan pointed off to the lake, however, because his face felt all dry and damaged as if he'd been in a fire.

"Gustav, I just need to wash my face man, I feel horrid" he said, in which Gustav seemed to accept.

Fanghook suddenly made his way over to the lake, and took a mouth full of water. Just as Gustav was about to assist Morgan in getting to the lake, Fanghook suddenly spat out the water in his mouth onto Morgan's face, and, consequently because of his big mouth, his clothes.

"ARGH, t-thanks I guess, man, that's cold.." Morgan said, feeling less damaged from being soaked, but it wasn't his ideal way that just happened. Gustav and Morgan both started to walk towards Fanghook so he could fly them back to the main village of Berk.

It makes sense now, Gustav and Fanghook were the flying things we've been seeing fly over the waters leading to Berk from the past hours...that's why they were heading for the forest rather than the main village. That bump that we saw on the 'flying thing' was Gustav riding his dragon...