***I HIGHLY, HIGHLY, HIGHLY ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE PREVIOUS ONE, UNLESS YOU WANT SPOILERS***
RECAP: The most anticipated confrontation between Tuffnut and Morgan had finally occurred, and after many days of taunting, threatening, and attacks, it finally culminated in a deadly battle between two foes who wanted nothing more than to cause damage to each other.
As Fanghook flew Gustav and Morgan, who was still in great pain from the battle, Morgan still couldn't get over the fact that he had just killed somebody for the first time ever in his life. He felt horrible for it, but at the end of the day, he had no choice, because Tuffnut would of committed more killings if he wasn't dealt with sooner or later. Morgan's eyes weren't as dry as they were when Gustav attended to him on the floor back at the cove, but they felt painful, as did his back and basically everywhere around his body.
Gustav patted Morgan's left shoulder as they were starting to near the village, with the sight of huts making a return to Morgan's vision for the first time in days. Because they were flying pretty fast, it was hard for Gustav's voice to be heard across to Morgan's ears.
"How're you holding up?" Gustav said, turning up the volume for Morgan to hear him through the rushing gusts of wind.
"I'm uh..." he coughed before replying entirely, "I guess I'm feeling okay..." he barely muttered, with the wind blowing in his hair, causing it to become all messy.
Gustav's hair was also being blown in various directions because of the wind, despite the fact that he had a helmet worn. It was the fringe and the sides that were being waved about from the heavy wind.
"Look, we're basically there now" Gustav said, pointing to the village as it was approaching them.
Gustav was sat behind Morgan on Fanghook, so he could ensure that Morgan doesn't for whatever reason slip off of the neck of the Monstrous Nightmare.
"Take it easy, alright?" Gustav said, towards Fanghook, in which his ears were raised up briefly, showing that he had heard his viking's request for when they land.
It felt weird coming back to the village, because Morgan had been so used to just trees getting stacked in front of his eyes, that when it came to actually seeing the light sources of all the huts and the huts themselves, he felt strange. It was probably due to the fact that he hadn't been at the village for days.
Fanghook was careful to find a precise spot within the surprisingly empty village to land; he landed carefully near the barn, where the sheep had all been given a fright from Fanghook's loud wings. Once the dragon landed fully, Gustav slid off first, but getting Morgan off, especially in the condition that he's in at the moment, will be a huge task.
"Right, uh, just lower your neck down a bit, pal.." Gustav said, talking to his dragon.
Fanghook slowly dropped his chin so it'd touch the ground, which effectively made his neck lower so Morgan could find it easier to get himself off without causing anymore pain. Gustav moved close to Morgan and placed his arms around his waist, so he could carefully assist Morgan in getting him off his dragon's neck due to the pain in his lower back. He moved backwards slowly with Morgan's waist in his grasp, but as the three of them stood in the empty-looking village in the darkness as Berk was well into the night, Morgan started to feel the pain come back the minute pressure was applied to the affected areas.
"OUCH, ARGH..." Morgan yelled, before Gustav slowed himself down.
"Alright alright, I'll try and go slower for you" he insisted.
Gustav once again tried to slowly slide Morgan off of Fanghook's neck as the dragon remained patiently on a lower position with his neck. Morgan felt the ground floor collide itself to the bottom of his feet, and as he stood besides Fanghook's long neck, he regained his balance as his back made him feel like he had been bent in the palm of a giant. He finally studied the surrounding huts, as he made his return to the village. Once again, he felt rather strange at the prospect of seeing people again. It was most likely the image of being at Berk in person, like the actual villages, and perhaps, whilst he was hiding out in the forest, those type of feelings maybe disappeared until he had came back here?
"Right, first things first, where the hell is everyone?" Morgan asked, as he looked up at the moon as Fanghook moved his head besides him.
"You know, I uh...wow, haha.." Gustav had uncertainty, the village was awfully quiet, yet the sheep were still in the barn.
It was of course night time, so it was probably the case that everybody was sleeping, but when it's silent at night to the point as if you can hear the insects in the grass crawl, which was extremely out of place for an island like Berk, where at night you'd even hear vikings walk around, you'd know something odd is up.
"I mean like...they have those sheep over there, so they're not gone entirely, are they?" Morgan said, walking away from Fanghook's body towards the direction of the sheep pens within the barn.
"Come on Morgan, let's just go and find em all"
Morgan looked back at Gustav as he and his dragon were walking off towards the upper part of the village, in which the two of them were walking towards one of those fire prevention structures. Gustav and Fanghook both got to a smaller hut which was in the direction of the outer part of this village. Morgan, feeling alarmed and worried, tried to catch up with the two, but not without the pain in his back again. His eyes were also feeling burnt from him collapsing at the cove after pushing Tuffnut off the edge.
"No, wait!" Morgan yelled, placing his hand over his mouth at the realisation that he could of caught his voice in the ears of a sleeping viking(s).
Fanghook, noticing Morgan limping in his walk, quickly moved his way over to him, standing besides him as he was willing to let Morgan hold onto him. Morgan, simply unable to refuse to use the cuteness of a dragon to help himself walk, grabbed a hold of Fanghook's snout, and walked over to Gustav slowly.
"What's wrong, don't you want us to let people know you're alive?" Gustav interrogated, turning his chest around to face Morgan and Fanghook.
"Well if they see me, they'll get angry with me for doing what I did?!"
"Okay, if we DON'T inform people, you are going to gradually INCREASE the possibility of what you just said happening"
Morgan stuttered as he looked across the grass of the village in the night time.
"Oh...ohhh...but can't you just tell them that you've seen me?!"
"Yeah, as if they're gonna believe me without physical EVIDENCE!" he added an emphasis to his ending word. "Alright, we're going to find them, right now"
Morgan hesitated, and after his experience with Tuffnut, he didn't want to have to deal with the potential angry reactions of every viking on Berk.
"Ugh, alright...but I'm assuring you, I'm gonna become apart of the ground..."
"Get over yourself, we haven't even seen anyone yet, gosh oh mighty do you never stop..." Gustav laughed, as Fanghook caught up with his viking as he continued to let Morgan use his neck to increase his walking ability.
Fanghook started to smile at Morgan's reaction, and the exchanges verbally between him and his viking. As the three of them started to walk off into the distance, getting away from the village, there was severe uncertainty surrounding Morgan's brain about the type of reaction that everyone will give him because of his actions.
"Oh, hahahah, find it funny, hey?" Morgan said to Fanghook, noticing the dragon's smirk, but Morgan couldn't keep his angry face for more than a second as soon as Fanghook faced him. He couldn't stay angry at a dragon in the slightest.
The environment surrounding the three of them was really baffling; there were lit torches around the huts, but literally, there was no movement, breathing or voices to be heard from anybody else that isn't Morgan or Gustav. What they don't know however, is that everybody, thinking that Morgan is dead, are in the hall for a commemoration surrounding Morgan. The moon shone it's bright light over the sky of Berk, and it made the island feel slightly lighter than your typical night. The sheep had camouflaged well with the moonlight, but the dragon-themed colourings of the huts were certainly being overtaken by it, because most of them were also lighter shades of colours, so they were basically being hidden.
Despite this, however, as Morgan's back was slowly starting to ease the pain off from the impact of colliding into the sword handle, they walked past a hut which was specifically in the colourings above the door of a specific Night Fury, and I don't even need to explain to you which one it is.
"Woah, just hold up a minute..." Morgan said, gesturing for Fanghook to stop. Gustav turned around to face Morgan.
"You're stalling, Morgan..."
Morgan looked at the colourings above the door of this hut, ignoring Gustav's words just now. He specifically studied the green and black dots of the colours, which were symbolising Toothless's eyes, surrounded by a black outline in the middle of a cloud-shaped black distribution. As mentioned before, he was more excited to see Toothless, because he's Morgan's favourite, and the one he want's to establish a Hiccup-like bond with.
Gustav sighed as he approached Morgan towards this hut.
"Look, are we gonna go or what?"
Morgan turned around to Gustav as he held onto Fanghook. Morgan, wanting to test his luck, slowly removed his grip off of Fanghook's neck, and tried to do a brief walk forwards, and his back felt like it was relieved of the burning pain.
"So you can walk now then? what's the matter with you, Morgan, you're being quite...quite slow in your pacing?"
"Sorry, I just wanna see Toothless again, that's all" Morgan said, as Fanghook looked at him from behind.
"Well guess what? we aren't gonna get anywhere if we keep stopping and going like we are at the moment"
Gustav gestured for Morgan to walk forwards as he started walking back into the direction that he himself was going in. Fanghook let off a purr at Morgan, as Morgan briefly rubbed his snout. As they walked further up after Morgan had stopped to look at the colourings of a Night Fury painted on a hut, the big cliff was in sight, and the door that led into the hall was lit up extremely heavily. Gustav looked up at the steps as he, Fanghook and Morgan had stepped out into an opening part of Berk, where the steps to the hall were in sight.
"Do you think they'll be in there?" Gustav asked, pointing up to the door.
Footsteps could be heard suddenly emerging from one of the huts nearby, and the person that emerged from it looked as if he was going back into the hall after coming out of it to get something from his hut.
"Oh uh, I'm sorry?" a stranger interrogated, as he seemed to be heading into the direction of the steps. He had overheard Gustav's question as it was intended towards Morgan as he was about to walk past them.
Morgan turned around to see this rather big viking, as he seemed to have been walking towards the steps from here. He was concerned that this unknown viking to him was going to where Hiccup is currently situated, which meant that he could tell Hiccup right now that he's right out here. Fanghook also raised his head up at the surprising appearance of this random viking, but he kept himself besides Morgan.
"Y-You're sorry? for what?" Gustav asked, facing the direction of this large viking.
"N-No, I didn't mean it like that...you asked me if we're up there, well uh..we are...Hiccup's thrown some sort of commemoration for some guy called Morgan, not that I've met him, but according to Hiccup, he seemed to be a good little sport. Oh man, I'm running quite late, gotta get myself some of that breadnog we've been creating up there" the large viking said, rushing into the open space where the steps were, before climbing up them.
This large viking didn't know that Morgan was just there, but because he hadn't seen him before, he didn't realise.
"Woah.." Morgan said, gulping at what the large viking just said.
"You see? there's no angry reactions that they'll be giving, because, according to that guy, they're celebrating you or whatever" Gustav insisted, although, not being made aware of the commemoration himself resulted in him weakly believing in his own words.
"I-I can't believe it...are they actually like, that caring about me?" Morgan said, as they all stood in front of the big famous cliff of Berk, where the village huts were scattered where their backs were facing.
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Gustav said, with Fanghook finally moving off to the side of his viking.
Gustav had gestured for Morgan to follow him up into the hall, but Morgan was still hesitant for some reason.
Fanghook stopped briefly to look at Morgan, smiling at him to get him to follow them as he had still remained hesitant to take a step towards the hall.
If Fanghook is here, then where are the other dragons so far? is the question that was running through Morgan's head. One thing that popped up into his brain as a possible solution is that they're all in the hall, in this 'commemoration' as that large viking had said, but Morgan again couldn't know for sure unless he put his apprehension aside to reveal himself of his true status to everyone. With the moon fully over Berk, he felt like he had all night to do his reveal, rather than just now.
The explosive confrontation with Tuffnut has given Morgan a sense of hesitation; he fears that everybody will give him a negative reaction to his return, but after that large viking just now had hinted at the reality that they're all in the hall at the moment throwing a commemoration, his fears have somewhat disappeared, but he simply cannot convince his brain to believe it. Will he stop being a little baby and finally reveal himself? After defeating the one guy who's threatened to kill you and has came close to doing so, it's easy to see why that the person who overcame the threatening person is hesitant over these little things, but in this case, it's important for Morgan to just go ahead with the flow, or suffer the consequences later on.
