Patience wasn't Eret's thing, but for what he's about to do, it was necessary for him to uphold that trait whilst he waits for Cloudjumper's four-winged, gigantic body to get here. Standing near the stone steps in the midst of the darkness and the vacancy of Berk as per usual at this time, Eret felt the emptiness surround his body, with the moon shining it's milky-white glow upon the ground, making it seem as if it's lit up. It was like those occasional nights where the sky was so clear, and the moon was so exposed, it's shine was essentially like a night-time sun, in that it'd make the night much lighter than usual, so you could see everything in the distance. The only thing is, Berk had a bunch of torches around it's village in thanks to the torches, so it didn't really make a difference, because the lightening was always the same. The contrast of now to earlier on today, where he was surrounded by the other dragons and the vikings as they had a little fun, only enhanced the feeling of emptiness. Eret had no idea how this was going to go, but he does know what's going to happen; he's going to tell Cloudjumper about everything, at long last.

Suddenly, the sound of flapping, in a higher tone with more thickness, could be heard within the vicinity, and a large figure, much bigger than the average dragon, could be seen flying amongst the darkness of the sky. It turned it's head directly to Eret as it slowly started to land itself onto the ground, and all that could be seen was a gigantic head with a curvy-formation on the forehead particularly. The sight of two glowing yellow eyes with their precision was enough for Eret to make out that it was Cloudjumper. The Stormcutter leaped onto the ground, and he left his four wings hanging out for a brief second, before planting his front ones down, with the hooks in front of them firmly on the ground. He walked closer to Eret, moving his bottom wings in the process, before sitting down, much to Eret's delight. Now was the time to give Morgan the good exit; by telling Cloudjumper about everything Morgan's said. That's literally it, but Eret knew that it'd only ignite more hatred for Morgan from Cloudjumper himself.

"Hey there, Cloudjumper.." Eret said, unable to control his smile, as he had something else up his sleeve.

Cloudjumper looked at Eret as he adjusted his four wings. He tilted his head at Eret's face as the Stormcutter's glowing yellow eyes made him look all the more intimidating. He was looking serious, too, which only enhanced that view. He briefly turned his head around to the area surrounding his big, reptilian body, but to nobody, as they were fast asleep in their huts.

"Right then, uh, don't let your head explode when I say this, because I know you already despise the guy, and trust me, I can say the same thing..." Eret said, with Cloudjumper understanding what he's saying, being an intelligent dragon, "you know that Morgan guy, don't you? well uh, let me just break some news to you there, friend...he doesn't like you, right? but it's not only that..."

Cloudjumper grunted; he honestly didn't care about Morgan enough to hear about him. He was completely irrelevant in the Stormcutter's mind.

"No no no...you'll wanna hear this, I promise.." Eret said, walking closer whilst gulping slightly as Cloudjumper's big size, and his big head, "now this is the truth, and I'm not a liar, never was, never will be, so here goes...when I was in the hall after the debate, I luckily, for that matter, had overheard a certain someone claim that he'd suspend you if he was to win the election, and he called you as weak as water..yep, I know, right?" for every time Eret was quoting what Morgan had said, the spikes on Cloudjumper were lowering, signalling anger and provocation, "and you're, according to him, a four-winged mistake"

Cloudjumper stomped his lower wings back down to the ground out of provocation; the dragon couldn't stand being spoken about from the guy he genuinely couldn't give a single ounce of time for, from what Eret's claiming, but he was far from finished.

"And he then said that you're a cowardly dragon because you kidnapped Valka, but speaking of her, I uh..." he braced himself for one of the most threatening reactions from Cloudjumper for what he's about to say, and this one is a blatant lie, "you know why you haven't seen your viking apart from this morning, huh? because it was Morgan who had viciously attacked her, she's been sent asleep, and she's being kept away from him..he practically killed her...so uh...just thought you'd wanna know that, hey? so what're you gonna do about it?"

Cloudjumper's teeth were gradually being gritted, and there was a rumble of growls emerging from his throat; his spikes were as low as you could imagine, and his glowing yellow eyes suddenly looked as if they had a ball of fire in them, expressing just how defensive he's became; nobody, absolutely NOBODY hurts his heart and soul, in Valka. He wanted to find Morgan not tomorrow, not the day after, but RIGHT NOW, and although the reaction from Cloudjumper had scared Eret ever so slightly, he was still wanting to get back at Morgan for everything he's done. Cloudjumper let off that same roar he emitted when he helped Toothless drive off all of the other dragons from him back in the sanctuary mountain when Hiccup had first found Valka; he was pissed off, and he wanted to cause some SERIOUS damage to Morgan. Anyone that hurts Valka will, in Cloudjumper's eyes, have the damage returned directly to them, but because he's got a negative history with Morgan, so the damage he's intending on doing will be exceptional, for the worse.

"Woah woah, take it easy...I'll uh, I'll take you to the hut he's in, alright?" Eret said, feeling on edge all of a sudden. "Right this way.." Eret said, leading the path, as the Stormcutter had rapidly started moving forwards with his wings, with their red-hooks at the front helping him move quicker, as he walked on his only two big paws as well.

**HICCUP IS STILL AWAKE**

Hiccup crept down the stairs so he wouldn't wake up Toothless on his stone slabs, in which he was in a deep sleep. He wanted to take a peaceful stroll across Berk at the night time, to reflect on everything that's happened; without a single dragon or viking to create a source of noise, Hiccup can reflect on things in a much easier manner for himself. He didn't bother with his helmet, and anyways, it'd be better for him personally to leave the room; Toothless is purring at the loudest volume he's ever done before in his sleep, and his forelegs were moving forwards ever so slowly, as if he was rubbing something, which could be made out by his claws also looking as if they were grasping upon something. Whatever dream Toothless was having, it was clearly something of a nature that reflects his mindset. He wasn't going to be awakened at all, as he slowly turned to lay directly on his left wing, exposing his under-belly; he was rumbling as loud as possible, where he was positioned as if somebody was also rubbing his black scaly body from the underbelly.

Hiccup opened the wooden door of the house, as Valka was asleep downstairs, as was Toothless upstairs, in his rather desiring dream, and he slowly walked out of the door to the light darkness of Berk; off he went, walking on the path aimed for the village in order to reflect on everything. Little does he know though, that his Night Fury is dreaming about something Hiccup himself could never imagine, and he's also about to stumble upon, quite possibly, the closest thing to the death of somebody in a longg time, except for the whole Tuffnut situation weeks ago.

**ERET DIRECTS CLOUDJUMPER RIGHT OVER TO MORGAN'S HUT**

"And there you have it...just your regular old hut, hey?"

Cloudjumper didn't look at Eret, nor did he even emit a purr; there was an aggressive growl emerging. Cloudjumper moved his giant-body backwards as he ducked down amongst his four wings, before suddenly pelting himself up and right into the dark sky, with a precise flight direction aimed for Morgan's hut. He flew upwards and upwards, much to the uncertainty of Eret as he watched from below, with the Stormcutter doing a spiral-like ascent, as his teeth were gritted and his eyes were focused; he wanted to PUNISH this guy, and he'll do it by the means of the good old flames. After his spiral ascent, he steadied his four wings slightly, before diving downwards, head-first, with a direct aim towards the hut with his nose as the downwards direction had boosted his sppeed

Morgan was laying in his bed, awake, as he couldn't stop thinking about everything; looking back on it all now was completely surreal, and since he's leaving, he's got the chance to think about everything for a moment; he was granted his wish some weeks ago when he woke up on here, and now, to find out that he's loved by the main dragon of the lot, it was just a lovely thing to think about, despite being intent on leaving for his own good.

Cloudjumper rushed down from the air, opening his gigantic mouth as his eyes widened with their yellow colour; the tornado of all flames had suddenly been shot from his throat, and instantly, it emitted a light like a meteorite; the flames had all clashed upon the wood as Cloudjumper yanked his wings down to fly himself back up and over the now-burning hut. Eret rushed over towards the hut as he started panicking, gasping in shock as he did NOT anticipate Cloudjumper burning the hut down at all.

"OH NO, NO! STOP, CLOUDJUMPER! STOOOP!" He yelled, but to no success; the entrance to the hut was now covered in a bunch of flames, where the wood was gradually weakening down as it was being drawn into the surge of heat with the flames, meaning now, he can't rush in and grab Morgan from the hut itself.

Morgan could hear what sounded like a bunch of flames, and on top of that, the scent of a fire as it's burning...wood could be tracked within his nostrils. Concerned and worried, because a fire can spell death almost instantly, he stepped out from the bed as he was shirtless with just his shorts on; he slowly walked, moving his head over towards the door, where upon looking at it, there was a glimpse of an orange reflection from the bottom, and then suddenly, black smoke had started emerging from the bottom of the door as it looked like the colour was being drawn away from it's brown.

"I-Is my hut on f-"

CLASHHHHHHHHHH

From the wall behind Morgan, it had shuddered as he could hear a deadly roar at the same time; he rapidly turned to that wall, to place his ear onto it; he instantly moved it off from the gigantic amount of heat, but this time, the sound of the flames thickened; the walls were starting to crumb, and in between those crumbling sections of the hut, the smoke was only getting more and more into the hut as it had dawned on Morgan; his hut was ON FIRE.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT!" Morgan said, rushing to open the door, only to reveal a wall of flames, and with that, he instantly bounced backwards, slamming the door shut; he was trapped, and the reality of him dying now suddenly hit his heart; he could potentially be burnt to a crisp.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, I DONT WANNA DIE!"

"MORGAN?!" Eret's voice from the outside had yelled, as-

CLAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHH

"CLOUDJUMPER, NOOOOOOOOO!" Eret yelled, as the Stormcutter did another round above the hut, emitting another tornado of flames upon the hut as the heat was starting to trap Morgan inside; he was getting hotter, and his throat started becoming tickly as it dawned on him that his life at this point could very much come to an end.

"E-ERET?!" Morgan yelled from the inside, feeling weak in his throat as he was about to cry; he really didn't want to die at all.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU OUT-" The sound of a gigantic collision with the hut had caused Eret to leap backwards, collapsing right onto his lower back as Cloudjumper had collided his entire body into the other side of the hut, before once again, shooting numerous flames amongst the wood.

Morgan was sent leaping backwards right next to his bed as he slipped from the gigantic collision; the wood was finally starting to collapse from above, and the entirety of the hut was being scented amongst a burning smell of the strongest kind. Every time he touched the walls, his hands felt the surge in heat thanks to the flames, and he could taste the smoke in it's bland, disgusting and dryness in his mouth. The sound of the wood all collapsing apart, as it'll inevitably collapse onto him, sounded like an entire city under a gigantic earthquake. His throat became tickly, and as he remained down in the corner, basically right on his bed, he started coughing, as it felt like his throat had taken in too much of the smoke. He held tightly onto his throat as he could briefly catch a glimpse, from one of the holes above, of Cloudjumper's colouration; he should have seen this coming; he's gone too far, and now, he's paying the price.

"SOMEBODY...PLEASE..." Morgan pleaded, as he could feel the heat corner him off as the flames were starting to make their way through the holes of the burnt wood, "GET ME OUT...AND SAVE ME FROM HIM!" his eyes were watering from the black smoke, and his tears from crying.

Hiccup could see a gigantic spark of brightness ahead, and then he could see a gigantic amount of smoke; this alarmed him, and he instantly rushed over to the direction of the brightness; Toothless was in a deep sleep, so unfortunately, he'll never know that this has happened, or is happening. Once he got nearer and nearer, he could smell the scent of burning wood, but then he could also hear what sounded like waving flames, as they were spreading; he honestly hoped that it wasn't a hut being burnt by one of the dragons. He stopped in his spot upon noticing that a particular, four-winged, giant dragon was circling the area of the flames; it was Cloudjumper, and instantly, Hiccup had a lump in his throat; he knew who the Stormcutter was targeting.

"Oh no...MORGAN..." Hiccup said, panicking, as he didn't know whether to rush back to his house to get Valka in order to stop Cloudjumper, or if he should try and save Morgan; but then he instantly concluded, in the midst of the flames seemingly getting thicker and higher, that saving somebody from a fire is the main priority.

He began rushing back, as fast as a cheetah, to the direction of the flames; and just seeing Morgan's hut gradually collapse and burn from the constant flow of attacks from Cloudjumper made Hiccup's heart beat about a thousand times faster, but he noticed that he wasn't alone; Eret was there, and almost instantly, he rushed over to Eret's direction.

"ERET, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Hiccup yelled, as Eret was scrambling for an answer; this was all his fault.

"I-I-I MADE A MISTAKE, ALRIGHT?!"

"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN, I NEED TO RESCUE HIM.." Hiccup yelled, as Cloudjumper continued to circle the hut in the hopes of avenging his viking, after Morgan had supposedly 'assaulted' her.

"NO...I DID THIS, YOU STAY BACK HERE, HICCUP, I'M GONNA- GET DOWNNNNNN!" The sound of a gigantic whistling descent from Cloudjumper's gigantic body moving back downwards towards the hut could be heard, and Eret forcefully shoved Hiccup to the ground.

He sprayed even more flames around the hut, and this time, the structure of the wooden building couldn't take it any longer; the far end had been sent collapsing downwards, impressively fast for a structure built with thick wood, but this is Cloudjumper; everytime he charged out a breath of flames, they were like tornado's; the gigantic amount of fire was enough to destroy ANY hut in a short amount of time. The collapsing sound of the structure of the hut made this all the more frightening, with the loud bang resembling that of a giant boulder being catapulted to the ground, except this time, the situation is much more deadly.

There was no way Cloudjumper was going to stop at this point, not until he has evidence that his viking wasn't harmed. Eret stood up, and quickly rushed to the far end of the hut, where the collapse had caused for various bits of wood, as the flames were eating the entire structure up, to be scattered across the floor; Morgan was curled up against his bed, knowing that he's utterly powerless in trying to stop it.

"YOU GET VALKA, HICCUP, I NEED TO GET HIM!" Eret yelled, as finally, the other vikings from their huts were awakened, and were more than shocked to find that a dragon was burning a hut down; the vikings all gathered behind Hiccup's fallen body, as they had held their youngsters back; Eret utilised the collapsing of the hut at the far end to rush in, through the various flames, with his gigantic hide of a body, to grab a hold of Morgan.

"I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA DIE...MY THROAT IS MAKING ME COUGH..." Morgan yelled, closing his eyes and keeping a tight grip on his Samsung Galaxy S5. His clothes were all burnt, the ones he wore when he first got here, but his viking clothes were still in tact.

He could see a gigantic figure rushing in through the flames, resembling that realistic dream he had about Berk being under a dictatorship, but this time, a powerful voice had been emitted.

"MORGAN?!" Eret yelled, much to the surprise of Morgan, of all people, rescuing him, "GRAB MY HAND!" he once again yelled, as Morgan's stuffed throat had caused him cough once again, where he could practically see all of the black smoke rush out of his mouth when he did it.

Morgan held onto Eret's thick hand, in which he was instantly lifted up and into the air; he closed his eyes from the fuzzy vision the flames were giving him, and then in an instant, he found himself sliding out to the outside, where as soon as he and Eret ran out, the entirety of the hut collapsed, letting off a gigantic mist of dust as the flames continued to eat up what was left of the wood.

"MORGAN, WE..." Eret looked at the many vikings, as they were shocked and distraught at the sighting of a dragon destroying a hut, and it's safe to assume, that Berk has been rudely awakened to a sight that they hoped they'd never see again.

Cloudjumper continued to circle the hut in the sky, before he could see that young guy for himself, just standing besides Eret as he continued to cough out the tickly sensation all that smoke gave him from being cornered off in all of the flames. Eret looked up, to find Cloudjumper's reptilian body nearing the two of them, and the vikings observing the events of occurrence were shocked; seeing Morgan practically be a victim of an attempt of being burnt to a crisp had eased their hatred for him significantly, but it wasn't the end at all; Cloudjumper still wanted to harm him.

Morgan was shivering at the sight of the burning hut; it's gone, the hut that he's had ever since he first came here, but although he was still given a tickly throat from all of the flames, and despite being THIS close to death, he looked upwards into the sky, as the gradually-building up crowd of vikings surrounded the burning hut, with Eret standing besides Morgan, wanting to check out for Cloudjumper; it was silent, as if the Stormcutter had completely vanished. Morgan was slowly backtracking in his steps; he slowly walked through the crowd of vikings as the flames were eating up the remains of the former hut; Morgan kept a close eye on the dark sky.

"W-What's that noise?" Eret asked, hearing some sort of scratch, having grown paranoid of Cloudjumper, after causing all of this.

Morgan looked up in a panic, but he and Eret had turned to the source of the sound; it was simply a bunch of younger vikings scraping their swords together, and as a result, Morgan himself thought that all was clear, but then suddenly, a gigantic gust of air was sounding out as if it was a big tornado, he looked up; the sighting of a four-winged, gigantic dragon with it's two paws out, trying to snatch him, had caused all of the vikings to fall to the ground, as did Morgan, with Cloudjumper still chasing after him. As Morgan fell to the grass, he knew he was powerless in trying to stop this; he knew that it was potentially the end. How the hell does one manage to stop a dragon, especially of Cloudjumper's size, from trying to kill you?

Morgan started crawling on his back as the many vikings had evacuated; the heat emitting from the flames was steaming, almost as if there was lava on the ground, and the horrific smell of a burnt hut made the situation all the more worse. As Morgan crawled, he braced himself, for he was seeing a certain dragon descend downwards, fully intent on ending him; Morgan again, had acknowledged that he was completely outnumbered in size, strength, and speed; Cloudjumper could snap him like a twig. Morgan started crying, and he began coughing from the ticklish throat as all the vikings in the background had ran off, with some yelling out loud in complete fear of what was going on.

"O-OH NO...ERET?!" Morgan yelled, before he suddenly felt the ground thump in a gigantic fashion as Cloudjumper made the landing, with his four wings, directly in front of Morgan's dropped body.

"Cloudjumper, CLOUDJUMPER, I WAS LYING, I WAS LYING!" Eret pleaded, holding onto Cloudjumper's wing, but it was to no use; Morgan watched on in horror as Cloudjumper had gave Eret a shove; avenging his viking was the number one priority, and if that meant that he had to get past the vikings he's come to know, then he'll be more than willing to do that. This was NOT how he envisioned 'living out the fictional dream' in the slightest; a scary, terrifying moment where he's about to be burnt like a piece of metal in a furnace.

"N-NO NO, GOOD DRAGON...NOOO...GOOD DRAGON!" Morgan begged, with his fight or flight senses causing him to rapidly turn around to stand up from his knees, but it was to no use once again; he was sent face-first into the ground as Cloudjumper had directly stood over Morgan's fallen body; Morgan slowly turned around, and there it was; the source of that burning hut, and the dragon who will now, ultimately end him.

Morgan was crying, and his nose was dripping blood from landing directly onto it on the grass just now. He held onto Cloudjumper's wings in a plea as the Stormcutter used them to keep Morgan in place; he was going to incinerate Morgan's head for, according to Eret, assaulting Valka to the point that she had nearly died.

"NO, NO NONONONONO, PLEASE DON'T, NOOOOOOOOOOO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID! GOOD DRAGON...PLEASE?!"

The only things within Morgan's eyesight at this point was Cloudjumper's menacing formation of a head, as his yellow eyes grasped firmly down at the British lad, and the orange shade of the flames behind the Stormcutter as he held Morgan down. Morgan was literally spouting out a cry of that of a toddler; his eyes were like pools of water, and his nose had started descending blood from both the nostrils. Cloudjumper's eyes widened as it looked like he was about to inflict the harm that he's intended on bringing, but he seemed reluctant. Morgan's reaction had shown two things; he's genuinely scared, and it's not an act; he's acting as if this is one big misunderstanding, and what made Cloudjumper reluctant the most was just seeing that pure blood drip from his nose. Morgan closed his eyes, shutting off the sight of the dragon's head, readying himself to witness the blackness of death itself once his brain is burnt to a crisp.

"CLOUDJUMPER, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!" an all too familiar, female viking had yelled, as she genuinely rushed to shove Cloudjumper backwards from standing above Morgan's body; Hiccup was quick enough to get here in time, just before Cloudjumper went for the kill.

Valka held onto her entire face, looking at the destroyed hut as it was emitting flames and smoke. Hiccup rushed over to Morgan's body, as Morgan himself felt terrible, from all of the symptoms of being as close as he was to a fire just now. When Morgan sat up with Hiccup's assistance, he looked at Cloudjumper, as it dawned on the Stormcutter about what he's just done.

"W-WHO DID THIS? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Valka once again, loudly asked, looking towards Cloudjumper.

Eret walked with his head down to the ground as Hiccup attended to Morgan; all of the vikings of the other huts, who woke up from the burning hut, had walked back towards the gigantic commotion.

"I-I told Cloudjumper that Morgan had...assaulted you..." he confessed, feeling like he deserves whatever happens to him for nearly getting Morgan killed; that hatred he had for Morgan didn't mean he wanted to kill him; Eret still had a heart.

"W-Whaa?" Morgan stuttered, as he stood up onto his feet as Cloudjumper watched the British lad struggle, with the dragon looking as if he' had a sad-looking lip on his face.

"S-So you did this to me?"

"I did...but list-"

"Okay okay OKAY, THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH..." Hiccup yelled, as he looked at Valka, in which she couldn't believe Cloudjumper's behaviour at all, "burning a hut is an instant suspension for ANY dragon, mum, so shall we do that?"

"I think it'd be best, son...Cloudjumper, you ought to stay in the forest for the duration of tomorrow, we can't have you around the other vikings if you...if you're DOING THIS?! WHAT'S GOT INTO YOU?!"

Cloudjumper was whining as he curled himself downwards; he was whining out of guilt for Morgan, to now know that Eret LIED to him. He was also whining as he was being told off by his own viking.

Morgan stumbled on his feet, but he suddenly felt a collection of coughs emerging through his tickly throat, and as he wiped the blood from underneath his nose, the coughs were gradually building up into a vomit; Cloudjumper watched on, as the Stormcutter was genuinely not masking that permanent-smile he usually has, and instead, he's got one of guilt, shame, and complete shock. Morgan collapsed to his knees as he coughed directly onto the floor, where he suddenly sounded like he was about to vomit. He could feel his arms holding a burnt-sensation.

"Eret...you stumbled to this length to get back at him? DO YOU NOT REALISE JUST HOW...HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS? WHERE'S HE GONNA SLEEP FOR THE NIGHT, HEY? YOU RISKED EVERYTHING JUST THEN, YOU KNOW? I...uh alright, forget it...Eret, you're also suspended. As far as I'm concerned, I don't wanna see you in the village for the duration of tomorrow, nor will we allow you to get your food and that, alright? go anywhere BUT the forest.."

"Y-Yes...I'm...I'm so sorry...you guys...and Morgan...I'm so sorry for all of this...I...I'm a terrible viking, aren't I?" Eret said.

"At this moment, yeah, you are.." Hiccup said, as he lifted Morgan up to his full feet.

"I just...can't believe you'd do this, Cloudjumper. Look at me, I'm fine, why did you do that? did you honestly wanna kill him? he's been misunderstood enough around here, so wouldn't it have dawned in your head, Cloudjumper, that the last thing he'd have wanted was for you to TRY AND BURN HIM TO A CRISP?!" she said.

Cloudjumper sat up straight, as he was letting off guilty-sounding purrs. His spikes on his body were all the way up, contrasting his angry, provoked expressions just now. The heat of his own flames from the destroyed hut behind him had only added to the hot sensations he was feeling all over his body, after it dawned on him that he had basically just tried to kill Morgan for basically no reason. Yes, the two of them didn't like each other, but Cloudjumper's heart drew a line somewhere. Just watching Morgan's vulnerable body collapse to it's knees, coughing out, loudly, where he nearly vomited, as well as the crying, made Cloudjumper curl up in a cage of guilt and sadness; his yellow eyes were watering up, for he too was nearly crying out of what he had just done. It broke his heart to know that he's potentially made Morgan mentally unstable for the rest of his life. Not only did this show just how much the Stormcutter cares for his viking, it's also shown that when he's in the wrong, he'll feel guilty for it, but this is to a whole new level.

"Come along, Morgan, you can stay in my hut tonight.." Hiccup whispered, "mum, we need some serious discussions...and uh...everyone here, nothing to see here, we're vikings, we put everything in the past, so can you all just go back to your huts for tonight? thank you.." Hiccup said, as he held Morgan with a hand on the British lad's back as Morgan himself felt all groggy.

"We need water...LET'S PUT THIS FIRE OUT..." Valka said, contradicting Hiccup's request for the crowd of vikings to go into their huts, by asking them for their help in putting out the flames of Morgan's old hut.

"Hiccup...wait...there's something I have to do..." Morgan said, speaking through his affected, burnt-felt throat from being extremely close as there were brief burn marks on his cheeks.

Hiccup was surprised at Morgan's desire to seemingly do whatever he has in mind by himself. He walked slowly, with his heat-filled body from all of the flames, as his vision was dusty and all achy. His throat felt like a bunch of coal had been scraped all over the inside, and the blood running down from his nose had stopped slightly, but it still looked reminiscent of water being ran from a tap. Morgan's returning body had caught the focus of Valka, a significantly downed Cloudjumper, unable to take the guilt, and an Eret who, now, regrets everything he's done more than ever. The crowd of vikings, in their night viking gear, remained positioned where they got to when they were first woken up from the gigantic flames burning down the hut. The flames were gradually weakening, but this was a hazard that needed extinguishing now more than ever, before it spreads to the other huts.

Morgan's previously sobbing eyes turned to Cloudjumper, where he still kept a gap between himself and the Stormcutter; what the dragon did to him just now had only heightened the fears he had, the fears he first generated when he first met Cloudjumper. This made Skullcrusher seem harmless.

"I-I'm sorry, okay?" Morgan said, with Cloudjumper's neck and head slowly rising upwards upon the realisation that he was being spoken to by Morgan.

"I-I came here, thinking I could jump my rope and not expect any...any consequences, but look what's happened here.." he made a wide shape with his hands over towards the collapsed hut, "this was ME...I did this...Eret, I pushed you too far man, I shouldn't have continued to provoke you with your past...a-and Cloudjumper..." Morgan's voice grew weaker and weaker as he got onto Cloudjumper, sounding as if he was going to cry, "I'm sorry for acting like a big retard...you can hate me, you can envision what you've done just now actually succeeding...the fact is, I never hated you...I was just too ego-filled to realise that I was also pushing the barriers with you...so please...just understand me...I'm-I'm so so sorry...when I leave tomorrow, you won't have to remember me...Berk has it's own things to prioritize here, and..." Morgan slowly turned to Hiccup, who was standing behind him in shock, "I'm just...so...so...so...sorry for making you waste your time on someone like me, Hiccup...I'll be gone tomorrow, alright?"

"Come on Morgan, we'll discuss it when we get to the hut..." Hiccup said, slowly walking over towards Morgan, acting all farther-like to him, as he once again, slowly placed a hand onto the British lad's back.

Eret's heart felt like it had disconnected from the inside of his body, and Cloudjumper's eyes were shining a glimpse of light as the tears were slowly beginning to emerge; he's made a horrific mistake, and now, he has to live the rest of his life knowing that he had nearly killed an innocent person for no reason. The hatred was KILLED. Eret and Cloudjumper felt as guilty as you could imagine. Seeing Morgan cry, and acting like he genuinely was terrified just now when he had tackled the British lad down to his back with his four gigantic wings was too much for Cloudjumper to take in. The dragon rapidly charged off of his paws and up into the dark sky; he couldn't face witnessing Morgan's despair any longer. Eret stood there awkwardly, looking like he was about to break within his expression emotionally. He couldn't believe that he's allowed himself to go THIS far; Morgan's been misunderstood, and now, it seems as if he's significantly been softened from the over-the-top action he did tonight; being responsible for this...the burning hut, Morgan's close death, but most importantly, making Cloudjumper look like a deadly, merciless dragon, when in fact, he's a gentle, honest, and dignified dragon; he has to make it up eventually.

Morgan felt slightly better in himself, for somebody who was just about to be burnt by flames, and then, nearly by one of Berk's own dragons. He checked his shorts for his phone, and was relieved to find that he had managed to slot it firmly in the pocket of his viking shorts, but his old clothes were burnt, meaning that he'll have to return home in his viking clothes. Morgan was sure that by tomorrow morning, he'll hopefully feel better, but he couldn't believe that one of the dragon with an iconic status on Berk would actually do that; Cloudjumper's the first dragon to actually go for the kill on Morgan, and the more he thought about it, the more it hit his heart. In the midst of this entire crisis tonight, though, he's forgotten about the one dragon who'll instantly make him feel better; Toothless. His legs still felt like jelly though, and he had a massive headache. He was firmly intent on one thing; he's not leaving after the result, he's leaving TOMORROW NIGHT. Hiccup seems to be warming up to that solution, too, given the severity of what's just happened. It's hard to tell if seeing Toothless will make Morgan change his mind again, though, because of how dangerous his situation just now was.