First of all I want to apology again, I know it took me long and I know that I said it would that I had this chapter half-way done and I had but there was some health problems inside my family and I just couldn't write, but everything is fine now.

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Chapter nine: Dragon Nest

When I woke up Toothless wasn't at my side. But I didn't need him for warmth or as a roof for rain. It wasn't raining anymore and the cocoon I had made was nice and warm.

How much I had slept I've got no idea but the dried grass and my sore eyes told me it had been more than a few days.

But the nice smell of the cloak and the forest incited me to sleep more. So I closed my eyes. Of course it didn't last long because soon I herd Toothless tumbling in my direction.

The dragon nudged my stomach and called my name. I managed to get my arm out of my cocoon of fur and pushed him.

Toothless snorted and nudged me again. "Toothless stop, I want to sleep." I mumbled and rolled to my left side. The Night Fury bit the end of the cloak and dragged me. "Hey! Stop it!" I creamed, now fully awake.

He tried to get me off but the cloak was tangled on my legs. I kicked him in the snot and he released the cloak with a whimper. Toothless looked at me irritated and pulled the cloak up, along with me, and shook it until I fell out of it; one of my boots still trapped on the cloak.

"D'aw!" Before I could stand or caress my sore head he rolled me and grabbed me from the neck. "Hey! What are y- wow!" Toothless threw me to his back. I fell over my stomach, my head on Toothless' right side and my legs falling on his left, almost falling head-first.

I tried to sit right but the cloak fell over me "Hey." I pulled it aside and Toothless tossed the boot, it fell on my head then to the floor. I picked it up and used it to hit him on the leg what only helped me to get the bag tossed over me.

I let him carry me wherever he wanted as I sat right and put my boot on. I had just put the cloak over my shoulders when a squawk made me look up.

In front of us, on the edge of a cliff was a young sea-green Nadder. I laughed and jumped to the ground. The Nadder welcomed me with nuzzles. I patted his horn and turned to Toothless.

"I thought you didn't like them." He let out a low growl that I didn't know what mean. The Nadder said something too and pointed to something over the edge.

"I guess we are going." Toothless nodded and I jumped to the saddle.

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We flew for a while, the chilly air kept me awake. But the island was no longer in sight and I was getting worried this will take long.

My stomach had begun to make noises a few minutes ago and it hurt. I didn't have the count of days since we leaved anymore. I had no idea since when I haven't eat. But it had been long.

"Were are we going?" I asked, Toothless pointed ahead, I interpreted the gesture as 'we are close.'

"I'm hungry." I mumbled, Toothless began to search down and made an asking noise. I followed his eyes to the sea bellow us.

"Uh, no, thanks." He looked at me a little annoyed, a 'you said you were hungry.' "Yeah, but eat raw things can make me sick." He made a sound that sound a lot like "oh!" in its own dragon way.

We kept flying and I kept cursing myself for not seeking food on the ship.

"How long is this gonna take?" I asked after not long, Toothless shrugged. "Do you even know where we are going?" He shook his head. "Great." I groaned and my stomach made a similar sound. "Next time ask where we are going first." Toothless made a mock-annoyed sound that sounded like what I just said. I smacked his ear-plate, "Don't imitate me!"

Toothless snarled and looked back at me annoyed. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. He took the chance and shook his head to hit me with his ear-plates. "Ouch!" I was about to hit him again when we heard a laugh.

The Nadder was looking at us but as soon as we turned to him he returned his eyes forward and shut up. I sighed and rested back, extending my arms to Toothless' wings and let them move up and down with Toothless.

The sun was on the top of the sky and kept moving as we did. I calculated to be two of the afternoon when I saw land. At first I though it was an archipelago as the first thing I saw was little islands but as we kept flying over them the ground stopped being fractionated in islands, it was a huge mass of mountains and forests covered in snow that extended and extended to the horizon and beyond.

My heart was racing at full speed and I chocked out a little laugh; there is something else out there.

Toothless shared my excitement, but not for the same thing. He kept looking down to the snow. But we didn't land in the forest; we kept flying to a mountain with edges almost horizontal and landed at the entrance of a cave. I jumped to my feet to look down. It would be very difficult if not impossible for a human to climb.

The Nadder entered but my attention was drawn to the stone at the entrance of the cave. Green dragon-blood marked the walls, along with claws.

Toothless called me and without taking my eyes from the blood marks I get to his side. We followed the Nadder inside. It got too dark for me to see so I kept close to my dragon and let he guide me.

After gods-know-how-long I began to hear roars, growls and screeches echoing in the walls. A shiver ran down my spine, I could recognize whom they belong to anywhere. I forced the knot on my throat down as I saw light again.

My jaw dropped, we arrived a warm cavern, illuminated by big wholes on the top where vegetation were slipping inside. But that wasn't the amazing part: the cavern was full of more dragons I could count, of every color and size possible.

There were little nests made of rocks where big dragon-eggs where laid. Baby dragons running everywhere, racing with other species between their parents' legs, some trying to fly but their wings where too short for raise them more than a few inches.

My heart itched a little. A nest, I had entered in a dragon nest. I don't think any Viking -any human- had seen a nest.

Toothless tensed at my side and I could feel his anxiety radiate from his body, letting a weird feeling on my hand that was still on his neck. But I could only look in awe as a smile slowly formed on my lips.

I chuckled out a laugh and gave a slowly step forward, "Dragons…" I could literally feel my eyes sparkling with excitement. One by one the dragons began to notice our presence until almost all of them were looking at us. My smile faded a little and I retuned to Toothless side, shearing his anxiety.

Some dragons changed from yellow to purple as they inspected me and I quickly recognize them; they were like that dragon I freed. One of them stepped forward and my eyes caught the green blood on its neck and legs. Our eyes meet and I smiled wide as he changed back to yellow and walked towards me.

I rose my hand to his horn and pated him, "Hello there, how you going?" I checked his neck; it didn't look pretty, I grimaced. The dragon turned to Toothless and growled lowly; Toothless growled too. I had no idea of what they just said but they didn't seem angry anymore.

The rest of the dragons didn't mind us anymore and continued in whatever they were doing. Toothless snorted to get my attention and shook his head, indicating to follow. I gave the dragon one last pat and walked inside the cavern, following the sea-green Nadder at Toothless' side.

It was odd that they weren't trying to attack me, they barely looked at me, and if they did it was with curiosity.

We walked around the nests -avoiding the baby dragons running everywhere-, I wanted to wander around, watch what the dragons where doing, see the eggs, see the babies. But I kept walking at my dragon's side, a hand over his neck so he could guide me without me looking where while my eyes were going everywhere.

Count the dragons where impossible; count the adults could be reasonable but the babies and the ones that look younger couldn't stay in one place for a long time. Seemed they weren't as different as Vikings, huh?

What could be possible was check out the species. Our little walk had let me see Gronckles, Deadly Nadders, that species that changes colors, Timberjacks, Terrible Terrors –gods, the babies one where hilarious-, and another new species: it looked a lot like a Timberjack but this one had a pair of back legs and it's body was wider, not so snake-ish. The horn on the snot was larger than a Timberjack but the ones of the head were shorter and went sideways before backwards unlike the Timberjack.

But what was more notorious –aside of the legs because to be honest just a dragon-nerd could notice the horns thing- was that all of them had a white skull, the color faded on it's neck and changed to the actual color of the dragon; its claws and end of the tail were white too and the end of the wings were decorated with the same color.

I got my eyes away from the dragon and looked down, "I'm a nerd." I whispered. I really wish Fishlegs were here; he would share the same excitement I had.

We stopped and I raised my eyes to a blue dragon with a white skull. The sea-green Nadder bowed, lowering its head; the blue dragon looked at him and nodded, the Nadder raised and the other dragon turned at us. Toothless bowed and after a second he gestured me to do the same with a slightly alarmed look.

"Oh!" I mouthed and put a knee down and lowered my head a little alarmed too, feeling like if I just disrespected the dragon in some way. But I couldn't contain a smile anyway; my excitement was bigger than any fear.

So I peeked through my bangs, the blue dragon inspecting us, especially me. I was no fool. The dragon was some kind of leader for the dragons in this nest, a nest where we didn't belong, where I didn't belong at all.

It tilted its head and made an asking sound. Toothless rose up so I hesitantly did too. The Night Fury growled something but the blue dragon shut him with a snarl then looked at me. Toothless eyed me nervous and tried to speak again but the blue dragon shut him with a look.

Toothless looked down and leaved my side. Why- why was he leaving? In the second he did my fear won over the excitement. I gulped and looked at the blue dragon that was slightly opening its wings and raising its head until its log neck didn't allowed it more. I felt smaller.

More eyes fell on me as the scene caught the attention of more dragons. The blue dragon looked at me from above with a very inquisitive eye and I had to give a step back. What does it want me to do? Didn't Toothless explain that I don't understand what dragons mean?

Of course he had, or at least tried but the dragon shut him up. The dragon-leader asked again, this time to me; but I didn't understand. Understand Toothless is one thing, he is the first dragon I befriend and the one I have spent more time with. I know his behavior so I can figure out what he means with all those looks and gestures. Because I know him. And I feel a connection with him that I don't feel with other dragons; I feel warmer, I feel… entire.

The blue and white dragon growled lowly, getting out of my thoughts. "I-I…" I stammered, not knowing what to do. I managed to get my eyes away from the leader and searched for Toothless on the crowd of dragons that gathered around me; he was sitting at the Nadder's side. I asked with my eyes what should I say but he wasn't the only one who understood the sight.

The leader turned to Toothless and warned with a glance that he wasn't allowed to speak. Toothless curled his tail around him and looked at the fin in silence in a gesture that said that he would not talk. But that gesture had another meaning and I could understand it: his tail.

And still I couldn't understand the question. What does his tail have to do whit anything? Okay, Hiccup, don't be stupid; it is their leader, you just arrive to their territory. If this were a human situation what would you do? Explain why I'm here. But why the tail? I sighed internally; if this were a human situation it would be easier and less scary.

Then it hit me. The tail. It had to do with everything, it was the reason I was here; if it weren't for that unfortunate accident I wouldn't have even leaved Berk.

"M-my name is Hiccup," I began, "I come from a Viking island where life is kill dragons or be killed by them," the dragons listening snarled at the mention of 'kill' but I continued, "and before some weeks ago I wasn't any different than those Vikings," I said even when it wasn't fully true.

"I shoot down Toothless; he was trapped, hurt, and I was ready to kill him." The dragons snarled again, they didn't like that word. I turned my eyes to Toothless, he was a little distressed for the behavior of the dragons, he was worried for me but we locked eyes and he relaxed. "But something stopped me. When I looked at him –at his eyes-, I saw…" fear, "myself." It was hardly a whisper; my head drowned in the memory of his frightened look, on his heavy breaths as I raised my knife, on how he had give up.

I realized I had been quiet for a little while so I shook my head to focus, "I couldn't kill him so I set him free. I fed and heal him, and when I realized I had tear off half his tail I made a new one. We call it a "prosthetic", it replace your missing limbs." I explained knowing that dragons wouldn't understand what a prosthetic was, I had explain it to Toothless, too, the first week with it.

"I made my best to get Toothless in the air again. I couldn't manage to make him do it by his own so we worked as a team; now he's my best friend." Toothless nodded proudly and tilted his head to the Nadder. I nodded in understanding.

"I refused to kill dragons after I met Toothless so I ran away from my island. A week later we found a ship and found he and other dragons trapped inside." I said as I gestured the Nadder, "I help them out and they helped me. This morning he brought us here." And that was it.

Toothless joined me as the leader thought about what I said, looing between the Nadder, the other dragon I freed, and Toothless and me. They had already explain it, hadn't they? It just wanted to hear it from me.

The blue and white dragon nodded to us and relaxed, lowering its head. I wanted to touch it, like I do whit every dragon I meet but thought it could be disrespectful in some way so I didn't. Instead I smiled at it.

Toothless in the other hand roared, letting my left ear ringing; I drew my fingers to it, trying to make it stop.

A loud crack made me look to my right, to a nest with eggs of a lovely sky-blue tone in burning coal. The eggs where cracking in hot-red lines, I walked to the nest and crouched, looking close to the hatchling eggs.

Suddenly the egg exploded. I yelped as the explosion send me flying back, I rose my head and looked -trough the smoke coming from my burned clothes- a blue baby Nadder landing in front of me.

The other eggs began to shake as they shattered more. I crawled back and protected my face with my arms when the eggs hatched in an explosion. Little pieces of eggshells hit my arms. After no more explosions could be heard I peeked between my arms, Nadders of different tones of blues, greens, and purples landed and looked around, their parents appeared and nuzzled the babies with their horns.

Toothless approached too, with a confused expression at my smoking clothes.

"The eggs explode?" I almost yelled. He gave me a look -the one you give someone when they don't know something that is obvious. A purple hatchling walked to me with curious eyes, "Hello, little fella." I extended my hand and the Nadder sniffed it before rubbing its head on my hand; seems they like the smell of burning clothes.

I scratched the hatchling under the jaw and it gave pleasant purrs; the other hatchlings seeing this raced to have scratches too. I laughed and used both hands to pet the Nadders.

The rest of the day passed in a flash; not long after we met the leader it leaved with a group of dragons, letting my bag on the nest, Toothless and I followed too. We spent like an hour or so collecting fish –in the dragon way that basically was flying straight to the water and catching as more fishes as you could, of course I ended soaked from head to toes- then returned to the nest to throw everything trough the holes on the top of the mountain.

Everyone ate from the pile of fish; I set on a campfire to roast mines and to get dried. The dragons were very impressed by the fact that I could make fire by my own. I didn't realized how hungry I was until I began to roast the fishes and regret not taking more when I finished my fifth fish- gods, I really was hungry, never in my life for more hungry I was I had ate more than three.

The rest of the day I played with the baby dragons and the younger ones, some of the older joined too to the game that basically consisted in chase me. It wasn't that hard for them but it was funny how baby dragons tried to take me down by pulling at the bottom of my vest and tunic.

Of course they had find a way to make me trip and then climb on me to declare that they –once again- had won. They enjoy biting my clothes and hair a lot; though they learned that if they bite me huts me, that hadn't stop them from doing it but at least they do it softer.

So by the end of the day I was dead tired and hungry again. Toothless and I went for more fish, this time I let the cloak and vest in the nest. We didn't gather as mush as we did in-group earlier and I ended soaked again but it was enough for Toothless and me and some to share.

Most of the dragons on the cavern gathered around the campfire, fascinated again by my fire, Timberjacks played special attention when I was doing it. And as the night fell, the fire illuminated the place.

I rested back on Toothless and looked up, to the dark night sky decorated with thousands of stars and watched as it began to illuminate green with the Northern Lights.

And since the first time since I leaved I felt nostalgic about Berk; winter nights last longer and Northern Lights illuminate Berk's skies with beautiful colors, and let's not begin about the sunsets, even when watch a sunset on a back of a dragon was beautiful, I haven't seen one as pretty as one from a cliff of Berk… of the cliff where Dad and I used to see sunsets from…

I sighed and looked down to the fish I was roasting, not hungry anymore. I put it aside and hugged my knees. Toothless growled at my side, looking me with a worried expression. But I kept my eyes on the fish, even that made me nostalgic. No more I would eat Gobber's yak noodle soup or my aunt Helga's special yak meat marinated in butter and her secret ingredient.

When I was younger and I couldn't stay alone in my house when Dad leaved for the nest, I stayed with my cousin. We fought a lot, he always won our little battles since he was stronger, but I always dumbed him with sassy comebacks –actually, I think those days where when I began to use sarcasm as self-defense.

Though, Helga didn't want us to fight because we always ended breaking something, so she promised she would make her special yak meat if we played nice. It was hard resisting my sarcasm since it was the only way I could defend myself from Snotlout but we made deals to kept it together until our fathers returned, all for the shake of her special meal.

So, if we resisted all the time without a fight she would cook it for us, and if we where lucky she even gave us one precious biscuit covered in fresh honey. I laughed a little at the memory of little Snotlout and me; he was a chubby kid and I was a walking noddle.

I sighed again, now I was condemned to eat roasted fish, I couldn't cook. I was an outlaw, I couldn't stay anywhere to do so, word spreads and soon people would know what I did. I see nothing wrong with it because I know it's not wrong. But people would only see that I preferred a dragon to Vikings. I had rather leave with a dragon than stay with my tribe. In everyone's eyes I would just be a traitor.

Toothless growled worriedly again, "It's fine, Toothless. I just-" I looked to the sky again, "I wonder how they are doing in Berk…" I said softly. To be honest I was expecting a purr of consolation a you-are-not-alone gesture, but what I got instead was a smack in the head from Toothless' tail.

"Hey!" I rubbed my head and looked at Toothless, "They are not that bad." I complained and the Night Fury gave me a skeptical look, I hugged myself, caressing my left arm where my father's grip was. I softly pressed my fingers, it still hurt; I knew I had a bruise, even when I hadn't taken my tunic off, not even when I was soaked in cold water. I didn't want to see it.

"He was just trying to-" I looked down, "protect me." I stopped touching my arm, "He always was trying to protect me," I said and was surprised of how harsh my voice was. Toothless rolled his eyes and rested his head on his front legs, still disapproving my father's actions.

"Don't be so hard on him." Toothless snorted, "He wasn't always like that… at least that's what Gobber says." Toothless looked at me, wanting an explanation. "Before he only was in his "Chieftain mode" when he deal with the village's problems but… he acted like that all the time after Mom… died. That changed him." I hugged my knees again; Toothless raised his head and looked at me with troubled eyes. "I don't remember her," I said softly, "I was too little when she- she was carried away for a dragon."

There was a long moment of silence where I didn't knew if ask or not and I end doing it, "Did you…" my voice faded, I cleared my throat and tried again, "did you ever saw a Viking carried to your nest?"

Toothless shook his head slowly. She was dead; I knew. There was no way she would have survive after all this years. But, what I know about dragons now, I am in a dragon nest and they never tried to attack me. Then why? How?

Maybe Toothless was too young and it happened before. Maybe he wasn't in the nest when it happened. Maybe they dropped her in the ocean. Maybe a shark ate her. Maybe she died for the freezing water.

I felt the tears too late, they where already on my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. Toothless cooed and nuzzled my side until I opened my arms and let him rest on my lap. He kept cooing as I caressed his scales.

"Did you had a family?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "In the nest?" Toothless growled a 'No.' "but- your parents?" he raised his head and pointed out. I frowned, trying to figure out what that meant. "You didn't hatch on that nest, did you?" He growled a 'No.' again. "Then from where are you from?" for a second I thought about this nest and maybe that's why he wanted to come here but he didn't knew where the nest was, the Nadder guided us.

The Night Fury looked up in silence; I didn't understand what that meant but I knew he missed it, his eyes held longing. I smiled at him, he was as homesick as I was; the difference is that I couldn't return and he could.

"You can go there, you know?" I broke his thoughts and his ear-plates shoot up, "We can go wherever we want to. Where no one has ever go. And nothing will stop us." I ended with a grin.

His eyes sparkled with excitement and he began to give me little licks on the face. I laughed and pulled him away, holding him from the jaw. I let my forehead rest on his and I could feel his emotions, he was sad for what I said of my mom but he was mostly happy because he would go to his nest. My heart still itched for the memories I had brought out this night but I let Toothless happiness fill me.

Toothless exhaled, a long and warm exhale that made me fell warmer and not just physically. And I knew I wasn't alone. I had Toothless and he wasn't going to left me.

I know this saw short but next one will be longer (I hope)

Now I want to ask you (yes, you, the one reading this) a favor. I'm really gonna need names, for Viking and dragons, and I suck at giving names. I had search for real Viking names and I like some for the story but there's gonna be a lot of characters and I probably gonna need more. So if you know some names real or httyd-like (men and women) can you send it to me? (review or PM, whatever you like)

Same with dragons, if you have any ideas for names. And if you have one in School of Dragons and want it to appear on the story wandering around you can tell me what species it is, male/female, colors and if you imagine your dragon with certain attitude put it too and I can put it on the story.

I really would appreciate it (specially the Viking names)

Thank you again for reading! I don't know if I would update soon (or as soon as I do) since Christmas Snoggletog it's coming but I'll try.