Chapter Eleven

Small-Claw shuffled a little in the cave, looking down over the ledge at the island beneath the shadow of the mountain they were hidden upon. It was most likely nearly midday if the sun was any indicator. Even with his incredible eyesight, he could barely make out the two-leg nest; ants, scurrying around in their hive. He'd figured they had been alerted by the previous island, and was watching them from far above. Small clusters of ants heading towards the forests surrounding the nest to search for them, while others boarded the floating-trees.

Small-Claw could only hope that other scale-wings were not nearby. He'd not seen any, but would never forgive himself if his mistake caused deaths of others.

Which reminded him, and he turned off of the ledge, sitting up and turning his head towards Toothless, who was napping against the sun-baked wall of the cavern a wing away from himself. It was almost impressive how much he could sleep.

"Tooth-less. How I make fall-fly sound?"

The large pile of snoozing scales shifted, and a beady green eye opened to peer at him, a slight scent of irritated emanating from his twin. Toothless sat up a little and rolled, so his spine and wings were towards Small-Claw. He wriggled them a little, and then lifted his tail to point, poking some smaller fins beside the main set lining from his neck to his tail, and then wriggled those.

"When fall fast, raise these, slowly open and make larger sound. Louder with fire." He explained, and Small-Claw frowned, tilting his head as Toothless rolled onto his belly again and chuffed.

"Fire make sound louder?"

Toothless only nodded.

"Not know how, but my dam said it's a gift from the first Night-One." Small-Claw frowned a little and rumbled, rolling his neck and stretching his head forward.

The idea perplexed him, but he couldn't think of a better explanation for it than that even. Small-Claw dropped the thought from his head and experimented moving the fins on his back; much different from how his wings and tail seemed to move with a mind of their own sometimes. Now he knew they were there, he could consciously think of moving them. He spent a little while messing around with them pointlessly, as he wasn't flying, but made sure he kept them 'shut'.

Small-Claw shuffled a little, laying flat on his side and he grumbled. He'd forgotten that he'd left an entire pile of fish back on the last island and hadn't eaten much since the single portion then - he wasn't hungry, and wouldn't be for a while at least, but he was still tired and a little sore from flying for so long last light. They were safe up in this mountain, but would have to leave in the night and didn't know if the next island would have any prey on it. He knew his old nest would have some four-leg-horn prey. Small-Claw frowned to himself and reached a paw up to his mouth, using his tongue to remove some pebbles that clinged stubbornly to the appendage. Cloud-leaper was fast asleep, but the two-leg female was watching them. He thought that was all she did if she wasn't sleeping or flying with them.

Small-Claw turned his attention to her, facing her with a tilt of his head, which she mimicked. He scrutinised the details of her face and let out a curious hum. She could have been from a more southern tribe, if her living in the nest was any indication - her build didn't match that of most two-legs so far north. Most of the two-leg females in Berk were much more muscled, but she was built so thinly. It reminded him of the blurry memories of his past self, which got fuzzier by the day. He wondered how she got to the Kings nest. Was she found on a ship, adrift as a hatchling, or did she purposely land herself there?

Regardless, he had to admit he was glad for her presence - it helped him feel a little more normal. Her way of daubing herself in scale-wing like armour, and moving like one of them made him feel much less out of place in the nest and on this journey.

She was staring back at him with a little smile, and Small-Claw gave her one back, and padded over towards her, stopping just shy of pushing his head onto her lap. He laid down again, and tilted his head at her as she reached out with a paw; he very much liked her scratching. Something about the size of two-leg paws made them so much nicer than his own or Toothless' - the flat claws on them almost perfect for itching those hard to reach spots with accuracy.

Her hand ran across his jaw and to the side of his head, nudging his frills and he let out a low purr, tilting his jaw up and his tongue flopped out of his mouth carelessly.

Small-Claw allowed this petting for a while before, with some effort, lifting his head and resting it on his forepaws again to gaze up at her curiously. She muttered something to him, affection and worry. He didn't remember the words meaning very well but he listened to her anyway. His loss of understanding her speech stopped worrying him a few moons past - he learned it once and would learn again.

The two-leg- he should really give her a name - stared down at him and sighed, leaning her head back against the wall of the cave, mumbling something else with sadness. Small-Claw wanted to know more about her, wanted to know where she was from, but until he figured out how to understand her again, it was a lost cause and he wasn't going to get himself into a state worrying about things that weren't important to this moment.

The Night-One shut his eyes slowly and rumbled at her, comfort, before choosing to join Toothless in his nap. It wouldn't be long until it was dark enough to fly again and they would be able to leave.

Time felt like it passed much too quickly as Small-Claw rested. He'd registered at some point that Toothless had cradled up against him and the two-leg while he rested, and that Cloud-leaper had nestled to their other side, effectively bundling them in together, but other than that their cavern was quiet. He felt the heat of the sun disappear sooner than he'd like, and very quickly the four-wing was nudging them all and grunting to get them awake. Toothless was the first of them both to get up, and it took a few nips and shoves to get Small-Claw to wake up. His wings still ached, and he was loathed to fly on them again, but there wasn't a choice.

Small-Claw rose up off the ground and stretched, limbering up his wings and tail fins with a low yawn. He made sure to roll his odd shoulder muscles that connected the 'arms' of his wings and open and close his fins a few times before lining up at the ledge of their cavern, Toothless immediately beside him and nudging their snouts together. He smiled a little and tilted his head at his quieter than usual friend.

"We hunt next land? You teach more?" Small-Claw purrs quietly, looking out over the land beneath them.

"Much hunt if we can. You learn lots, stop being hatchling." Toothless groaned amusedly and Small-Claw almost whipped him with his tail.

Cloud-leaper didn't wait at the ledge with them, instead charging off and throwing himself into the darkness. Small-Claw nipped and licked Toothless' snout before he jumped off, aligning with the four-flyer's left as his twin took his right. They quickly turned, swooping northwards and quickly leaving the two-leg's nest behind them in favour of open water.

The four-flyer that led them was not quiet now, turning his head to face his two-leg and then Small-Claw.

"My two-leg not want be on this next land." Cloud-leaper stated, making sure he was heard over the wind with a confident growl.

He only nodded back, slowly. Small-Claw wasn't sure he wanted to land back on his old home nest either, but his natural talent for dangerous curiosity wanted to at least see if it was still there.

"What us do? I know place on next land us might be safe." The Night-One barked back with a warble of question, asking for the four-flyers permission instead of just stating they ought to land where he thought it best.

Cloud-leaper turned away and looked ahead, and they flew on in silence for a little longer. Small-Claw took the time to look down at the waters again, and then further on into the distance. He could just make out the peak of his old nest and a flock of floating-trees nearby, only visible from the small twinkling lights on them.

"No. My two-leg not want land there, we not land there. Find small-land near."

Cloud-leaper gave no room for argument, and Small-Claw nodded, despite the other not looking at him. Toothless probably thought something similar, judging by how he'd been examining their conversation without making a sound. He looked to his best friend and watched him, noting the slight tenseness in his shoulders and how his claws scraped at the thin air. Small-Claw shot him a little whining purr and a gummy smile to hopefully comfort his anxiety. He knew that he wouldn't go to the nest again now, if it affected his brother so - even if his curiosity demanded it of him. He quickly reminded himself, he wasn't a two-leg anymore and it was extremely dangerous for him to go back after last being there.

Small-Claw grumbled to himself the entire flight to the next island, arguing with that itch to go back to his nest until they were above it. Cloud-leaper barked at them, and started to bank around towards the east side of the island suddenly, and he had to quickly turn himself to stay in line. Jostled from his thoughts, he frowned and looked around at what had altered their course so suddenly. He looked down.

His nest was covered in lights, but it wasn't burning. There were very tall trees with fires at the tips of them, and every small-nest had fires lit near them too. He could see two-legs, walking up and down the land with fires. They'd be seen even in this low light if they got closer and Cloud-leaper pulled them away, steering toward a very small land behind the two-leg nest land.

Small-Claw angled his head and quickly located the place he and Toothless had once hidden in, and noted there were no lights nearby, but that did not necessarily mean there were no two-legs in the woods, or traps in the grass. So he did not head towards it, instead staying in line with the four-wing obediently; the cove would still be there later.

The land they headed towards was in the shadow of the mountain behind the island; no two-legs would have reason to even look here hopefully, and Small-Claw was glad Cloud-leaper was taking them there, intentionally or not. The two-leg on his back had shrunk down, no longer braced in her firm, forward facing stance and was instead sat on his back, facing the skies. A drifting scent of sorrow made him frown - was she from his old nest? Another question for whenever he relearned her language.

Cloud-leaper circled the small land, the only feature of it being three trees and one large rock, before coming down to land upon it. Small-Claw followed behind Toothless and grunted at the landing, his sore wings aching less now he wasn't flying on them, and he quickly fell to one side and rested with a quiet groan. He wasn't going to complain anymore than that small sound, knowing this was mostly his fault besides. But he didn't let that stop him from finding a good patch of coarse sand and dragging his wings over them, letting the itchy substance run over his tired scales to help with the ache in his bones.

Toothless was quickly beside him, looking a lot less tired and a little happier than he had been earlier. Small-Claw relished in his company and shuffled in the sand to get closer, nudging his snout weakly against Toothless' and huffing.

"Wing-hurt good. Mean you fly farther next time." His friend grumbled, a low comforting purr to Small-Claw's ears. He rolled his eyes at the parental statement and bumped their snouts together as if rebutting the statement.

"Wing-hurt bad, mean I not want fly next time." Small-Claw chuffed playfully, flicking his ears back, the thrust of air pushing sand out in front of him in a little divot.

Toothless only nodded his head and rolled his eyes exasperatedly, but gave a low comforting purr back to him. If he was on edge with their location, he wasn't showing it, but Small-Claw believed he was in fact being comforted. He was tense, and it wasn't just the ache in his wings; being this close to his home nest was not good, even if he believed himself to be past the worst of the thoughts that plagued him.

Cloud-leaper trudged over to them and lay down a tail-length away, his two-leg standing at the edge of the island and staring towards the larger land, where his old nest was.

"We sleep here this light, then fly Queen nest at night. My two-leg not come with us, not safe her." The four-flyer spoke, and Small-Claw almost wanted to comfort him, hearing the abject worry and sadness in his cooing tones. But he had to speak his piece, too.

"Where you find Tooth-less and Small-Claw, we… go back there? Safe from two-legs." Most two legs, at least.

Cloud-leaper tilted his head and stared at Small-Claw, drilling those amber suns into his forested orbs. He made sure not to blink, but his breath hitched all the same; it was like his sire was gazing down at him again, and it made his gut twist with worry. The four-wing quickly abated and huffed, nodding slowly.

"We leave my two-leg there next night, but we sleep here now. You need fly Queen nest and back, no resting." With that final, charming message, the russet scales turned on them both and plodded back to the two-leg, leaving them in their peace.

Toothless quickly broke it by shoving his head forward, and loudly licking a long trail from the tip of Small-Claw's snout to just behind his eyes, and his look was daring him to retaliate. The smaller Night-One simply grunted and smiled a little, before meeting his twins eyes, curiously. What had happened during their flight spurred him, and he quickly tilted his head to face him, peering into those eyes. It had been apparent to Small-Claw that their eyes were the same colour for a while, but there was an underlying depth to Toothless'. He reached for it again, and felt the cool warmth of something pass over him like a wave of sun-warmed sea water. Small-Claw knew this to be comfort and love without any other indication than a raw feeling being sent to him, and he did his best to send it back, hoping his friend got it.

"You are a strange Night-One." Toothless remarked with a barely perceptible shiver, grumbling at Small-Claw as he blinked and tilted his head down, breaking the contact off.

He only gave a throaty bark of a laugh and nodded his head, rolling back down so he was laying on his stomach, nose to nose almost with his friend, who inched a little nearer to him.

"You like stranger, Tooth-less." Small-Claw remarked and purred, a rolling sound that made small grains of sand vibrate close to him from the power of the sound of care. Toothless only nodded and then fell into a frown.

"You want go back to rock hole?" He asked, like a child afraid to be scolded. Small-Claw nodded.

"Think safer. Not like be here in open." He grumbled confidently, but his friend seemed to know it wasn't the exact truth of it.

"You not want visit your nest?" Toothless chuffed, hesitantly again. He had a small idea where this line of questioning was going and braced himself a little.

"King nest far, not able to visit now." He got a soft shove from his friend for the silly reply, but no anger.

"You want visit you two-leg nest? See… sire?" The larger scale-wing growled at him quietly, but made no other sounds, meeting his eyes again. Worry.

Small-Claw slumped and sighed a little, shaking his head and sitting up a little. He both did and didn't want to go back, a tugging feeling in his life-fire dragging his thoughts back to his old home and his sire, every two-leg he blurrily remembered. He smacked a paw down into the sand and growl at it, angry.

"I not know what want. Want help scale-wing, but think visit two-legs. Want help two-legs, by help scale-wings. Think I Night-One, but then keep think of sire and nest." Small-Claw growled out, before slumping again and wrapping his body in on itself a little at his admittance. Toothless quickly shuffled closer and leaned a wing over him.

"Two-legs try hurt me bad. Sire try- try kill me. But I want see him, know he safe! Why?" Small-Claw's angered growl didn't leave him this time, only a pained thrum and a choked grunt. He was again, graced with the fact that scale-wings could not cry.

Toothless said nothing still, only trying his best to comfort him with what he could. Small-Claw pulled himself from the sadness forcefully and instead went limp entirely with a sigh. He shouldn't worry Toothless with this.

"They hurt you… but, they still your nest." Toothless crooned a surmisal and Small-Claw gave him a hesitant nod. It was strange to him that his friend seemed to have such an accurate reading of his personality after only a winter together, but if it helped him, he wasn't going to fret on it. Small-Claw purred and relaxed properly, no longer holding himself limp and he hurriedly burrowed himself underneath Toothless' wing with a gentle huff, feeling the wing cover him properly.

Small-Claw thought, in the safety of the leathery smooth appendage, of what he would even do if he went back. He thought first of how he'd communicate that he wasn't a threat, that he was him, that he wanted to help. Very quickly, his thoughts turned darker. He remembered the girl he fell for as a two-leg, who had tried to kill them after tracking them from the arena, who had fled at the knowledge of who he was. While his memories of her were still not any clearer, he knew in his life-fire that she wouldn't try to understand - she wouldn't think of what could be and would only look to what is and what was to determine the future. None of them would - their way of life dictated to them the course of action when scale-wings were concerned. Small-Claw shrunk a little under his brother's wing.

No, he couldn't show them, they wouldn't listen. Even were he still a two-leg, the battle to prove that scale-wings and two-legs had so much in common past the terror of the Queen would most likely take his life and thousands of his kin.

And his King's nest came first.

Small-Claw was torn between the life he led and the life that haunted him, this irksome desire to save people who would not save themselves, his tormentors and his captors who could not see what was in front of them.

Nevertheless, he would still find a way to save them all, he resolved, as sleep tugged at him. Wrapped in the comfort of his kin, far from the peering evil eyes of the two-legs of his nest. He yawned, nestling in closer to his friend and settled for the night.

Toothless had awoken first of the four of them. Small-Claw only knew this because his friend was not swathed around him as he usual was when he woke up. The Night-One tilted his head back and rolled over, spying the two-leg still on the island, but Cloud-leaper was missing too. Hunting for food before it was fully dark was risky, but if they were going to leave soon, it would most likely be alright. It would take any two-legs who tracked them quite some time to make it into the distance of their small land to hurt them.

Small-Claw stood, stretching himself in the sand and shuffling slowly closer to the female, who was sitting up against one of the trees. A single huff of his nostrils and he frowned, coming around the tree to face her. Her odd mask was off, and her eyes were red and puffy. His frown deepened when she clutched his jaw and tugged him into her, his head brushing against her chin and neck as she shuddered a little. She said something into his shoulder and he could only purr for her, slowly moving his body to sit beside her as she held her bony arms around his skull.

The woman gazed into his eyes for barely a second, and in that time he swore he could've heard her voice, properly. The jumble of words crossed over his ear fins and he let out a startled grunt, raising his brows for a moment, expecting to understand; but nothing came of it. He settled back against her and purred again, but she wore a frown now. Small-Claw just shrugged his wings a little and hugged her again, resting his head atop her lap with a light purr. A distinctive airy laugh fluttered over him and he felt her hands rubbing across the spines at the top of his neck. He couldn't tell what was worrying her, but he knew that it must feel nice to have someone close by, even if it was a dragon.

Small-Claw rumbled a little as her nimble claws scratched and raked the hard to reach itchy spots around his back and neck, curling his spine up slightly at the feeling and his tail slapped the ground. He'd never been scratched there, even with Toothless' most delicate attempts and he curled his head around, his hind leg kicking up a little out of reflex. The woman was laughing now, probably at the sight of the large Night-One behaving more like a stray cat than the fearsome scale-wing he usually looked like.

The woman scritched gently around the base of his spinal fins, roughly pushing down and Small-Claw felt something click in his back, curling his spine downwards again and groaning as a very strange sensation presented itself. He felt his fins open. It was as if he'd become aware of a new muscle, like when he'd discovered his wings and fins; he knew they were there already, somehow, but he'd been reminded how to use them. It was strange, but normal at the same time. He felt the two-leg rubbing her claws gently against them, and she idly rubbed at the space between a fin; and he was instantly a purring, rolling mess in her paws. Small-Claw had never felt anything like this, irreverent pleasure coiling through his body and making him roar with happiness. It was a fresh sensation that shocked him and made him roll in her paws. It felt amazing.

The gentle petting session was over too soon for his liking as the woman stood up suddenly, sliding out from underneath his chin, and Small-Claw could hear wingbeats descending upon them. He didn't move from his position, simply flexing the odd new muscles in his back in wonder.

Toothless came up to him and gave a curious warble, dropping a mouthful of fish at his forepaws and nudging his cheek, breath smelling of salt water.

"What you do? You fin different?" His likeness poked his snout over his head and sniffed at the fins on his back, and Small-Claw made a small display of opening and closing them before getting up and bounding over to the two-leg, who was stroking Cloud-leapers side and speaking to him. He nudged the woman and purred, licking her hand and gently nipping on her sleeve to try and tug her to Toothless, who sensed his own excitement about the odd feature and was almost bouncing on the spot, head tilted to the side and tongue out.

Small-Claw watched as the two-leg laughed, smiling, and ran her hands over his friend's head to nudge down on the strange spot between his wings, and watched the similar reaction from a new perspective. Toothless' entire body seemed to slump before giving a bark, and Small-Claw grinned widely as he turned his head to look back, snapping his fins open and closed, and he quickly did the same - much to the two-leg and Cloud-leaper's amusement. He relished the moment with his twin, trotting around him in a circle, preening lightly as he flapped his fins.

Toothless guffawed throatily and bumped his head to his flank, and it quickly devolved into a play session, Small-Claw taking this opportunity to relax a little from the tenseness plaguing his life-fire. They made sure to wrestle and pounce away from the fish and the sand, not to ruin their own meal, and it quickly resolved the usual way their playfighting did - Small-Claw pinned underneath a proud, cocky Toothless, who only let his smaller kin up after licking his face like he were a hatchling.

Small-Claw jumped up as soon as his brother was off of him, and shook his head wildly to send flecks of saliva into the surrounding area. His kin was sitting by the bundle of fish he'd brought, nonchalantly edging a paw closer to it and Small-Claw hurried over, almost shoving Toothless away as he snatched up all of the fish he could with gusto. Food secured, his cheeks bulged out and a few heads and tails poking from his lips, he tilted his head back and swallowed greedily, shutting his eyes as the hearty meal disappeared in his muzzle in a wingbeat.

Sitting back down, Small-Claw noted the skies had darkened a little more and frowned slightly, turning to his twin, who was resting his head on his forepaws; the good mood seeming to have evaporated in the time it took him to sit down - even the two-leg was a little dour now.

"What we do at Queen nest? Fly in, look?" Small-Claw purred, breaching the silence, tentatively.

"We look see, I not remember much of nest from… before. But know where is." Toothless growled, before sharing a look with Cloud-leaper, and then turning to Small-Claw.

"Maybe not safe for Small-Claw. She… try take your life-fire and control it. Live in your head." Toothless looked a little concerned, and he was shocked to see Cloud-leaper displaying worry as well, their scents the same, thick with it. Small-Claw frowned some, and huffed.

"Well, we safe? Maybe not work on me, because I…" The smaller Night-One paused, before continuing, eyeing the four-wing carefully. "Was two-leg before. Maybe she not control me?"

Cloud-leaper frowned deeper, and growled at Small-Claw, who made sure not to back down, shaking his head and then continuing with a huff.

"If I get… taken, you can just take me back here! Like I do for Tooth-less." He said, abashed a little at yet another reminder of what he'd done to wrong his friend, but he patiently waited for the elder scale-wings judgement. His two-leg was watching the debate but she definitely had very little idea of what was being discussed, resting an arm on Cloud-leapers side to still him. He did sound angry.

"Think Small-Claw stay behind with my two-leg. Not enough… winters behind life-fire to risk fledgling. Tooth-less come, he be at her nest before. Can protect himself. Not you." The four-wing moved himself, and came closer to Small-Claw, who shied away from the intense gaze he was being subjected to.

A low croon filled the area and he met the large eyes with his own, tilting his head apprehensively, and he quickly realised something about the four-flyer in front of him as he took in a small breath of air.

He wasn't angry, he was scared.

Small-Claw took a more focused look into Cloud-leapers eyes and found only worry and fear for him, his expression stricken with grief for him. Seeking to abate the worry, he pushed his snout up and rubbed it lightly against the four-flyers with a quiet purr - a display usually only for Toothless to calm him - shaking his head and pushing his head up under the larger scale-wings chin.

"I be safe. I swear." Small-Claw chirruped tenderly, and he could feel just how tense Cloud-leaper was against him. For a moment, nothing happened, and then he heard a sigh and the four-flyer relaxed against him some.

"You going to come no matter what I ask, yes?" The paternal scale-wing grumbled, but he could hear the amusement and he nodded against his warm throat, before leaning back with a gummy smile. Small-Claw had to go, and he had to see. No matter what.

The night-one stepped away and stood beside Toothless, puffing his chest out, and nodded firmly. His responsibility to do it, as nobody else could. Small-Claw rested on his twin, who gave a proud purr and confidence radiated from the sound. He looked to the darkened sky and then to Cloud-leaper.

"Bring your two-leg. If something happen to me, she must know, and maybe she can stop it." Small-Claw said, and then turned to his brother as the four-flyer gave a very obvious look of disbelief at being ordered around by the fledgling.

Small-Claw brushed his snout gently with Toothless' and purred quietly, looking his brother in the eyes and pushing into their bond every last positive reinforcement he could muster, showing the depth of his life-fire to his twin. He knew Toothless was scared, even without meeting his stare like this, and wanted to show him that he was scared too, but that he knew they could do this.

"How could this be worse than a two-leg hole? Or losing your fin? We together, we do this." He rushed out, noting the ever present hesitation in his kin and he nuzzled his cheek to the others slowly.

"You trust me?" Small-Claw couldn't even blink before Toothless nodded with vigour and bumped their noses together with a little grumble.

"Always trust Small-Claw. Even if he… crazy, reckless, small-headed, scale-maddened hatchling." Toothless barked out with determination, and the other couldn't help but grin widely, nodding his head.

"Then we go and we survive and we find way to fight her and then we… live." He trailed off lamely, but it seemed to have incense his brother a little more and he nodded, collecting himself.

Small-Claw turned his head to find the two-leg already atop Cloud-leapers back and they were both watching them with curiosity. He straightened out and let out a happy yap, running a small circle before looking up to the sky and tugging his head to indicate for the larger scale-wing to take off before they did. He did a little stretching as the four-flyer shot off into the night, and he didn't bother to look for him, able to follow his scent so long as he was fast enough. Toothless came over and butted their snouts together, resting for a moment before he too took off and disappeared into the night.

Collecting his thoughts and pushing the doubt gnawing at his life-fire, Small-Claw turned, braced himself to take off, and shoved off of the loamy ground with his powerful hind legs, jetting off into the darkness and following his friends scents. His powerful wings took him from the small land and up to a good soaring height, and he found his kin doing slow circles ahead of him, waiting for him to catch up.
Quickly getting into formation on Cloud-leaper's left wing, the trio of scale-wings aligned with the Queen's nest, far off into the black horizon and flew over his nest-land. The lights were up again, the entire area looking ablaze with the small fires and he felt a pang of sadness. When they'd stopped the queen and the attacks, he'd come back.

The three scale-wings departed towards the tug of the queen's nest, and Small-Claw slumped in the air a little. He'd be back.

Maybe.

Hi all, me again.

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