3rd person POV...

The Red Death's explosion against the ground had covered the beach with a white cloud of ash. The ground was scorched, still smoking slightly from the heat. Stoick emerges through the cloud, searching desperately for any sign of Hiccup.

"Hiccup? Hiccup!? SON!" he bellows desperately.

He whirls his head around in a panic, and then through the ash, Stoick spots the motionless silhouette of Toothless. His eys go wide in horror.

"Hiccup..." he breathes out.

He hurries to the dragon's side, gasping in his panic and stands before the Night fury. Toothless is roughed up, but conscious, however his scorched saddle, is vacant. Glancing down, he watches as Toothless shifts on his side with a pained groan, and looks at the tail, half of which is gone. The realization slowly draws over him, and tears begin to well in his eyes. He buckles at the knees, overwhelmed by the loss.

"Oh son... I did this..."

Jarik and Ahsoka both jog out of the smoke several feet behind Stoick, followed by Mara, and all three of them spot the scene. Mara gasps in horror, holding a hand up to her mouth in grief. "No..." she whispers.

Ahsoka and Jarik glance at each other, sadness flickering through their eyes as an unspoken message rang through them. To many of their friends had passed away through their life time, and even though they had grown used to these sort of things, it didn't make it any less painful. Ahsoka wrapped a comforting arm around Mara, who clutched onto her desperately, crying at the loss of her best friend. None of them could sense Hiccup through the Force... just Toothless.

Behind the Jedi family, the rest of the Vikings slowly appear out of the fog, keeping a respectful distance. Astrid pushes through the crowd, her eyes welling up with a small gasp, followed by Gobber. The ring of Vikings all lower their heads dadly, mourning the loss of someone they never knew properly. As the dust and smoke clear, a ring of wild dragons can also be seen, gathering just behind and between the Vikings, sad at the prospect of losing the one Viking who had ever shown them kindness. Toothless stirs and groggily rolls his head toward Stoick. Their eyes meet, and his narrow, still suspicious and wary.

Stoick stares at Toothless, guilt and regret flashing through his eyes. the only thing he could think about was how this was all his fault. If he had just listened to Hiccup's warnings... listened to Jarik and Ahsoka... if he had just heard them out, this could've all been avoided. And now it was too late... and it was all his fault. His only son, the only memory of Val he had left was gone, along with the life of a boy who deserved better.

"I'm so... I'm so sorry..." he whispered, voice breaking.

Toothless studies him intently, and upon sensing his words to be genuine and sincere, widens his eyes again. The Jedi family then widen their eyes in surprise, when part of Toothless' consciousness suddenly retracts, revealing that he had been hiding Hiccup's presence in the Force without realizing it. The dragon then unfolds his wings, revealing Hiccup, unconscious, and clutched safely against his chest.

Stoick's eyes widen in shock, and he lets out a gasp. "Hiccup!" he exclaims.

He wastes no time and scoops Hiccup into his arms. Stoick quickly checks his face for injuries, and then throws off his helmet, listening for a heartbeat. After a moment, he lets out a relieved laugh, new tears in his eyes, this time from joy.

"He's alive! You brought him back alive!" Stocik exclaimed joyously.

Mara's eyes widen, and she also laughs in relief, the same with Astrid. Jarik and Ahsoka both smile, letting out a breath of relief, now able to sense Hiccup clearly through the Force. The crowd roars happily, followed by the dragons. The Vikings all look around warily in bewilderment to find themselves surrounded, without being under attack.

Stoick then leans close to Toothless, meeting him eye to eye. "Thank you... for saving my son," he says gratefully, laying a hand on his head.

Moments later, The Jedi family and Gobber approach on either side, and Mara kneels down beside Stoick to check on Hiccup, relief evident on her face. The other three however, notice something problematic, giving them troubled frowns. Jarik and ahsoka both eye each other privately.

"This is awful," Ahsoka says sadly.

Jarik nods in agreement. "He's even younger than I was when it happened..."

"You and Gobber will have to help him get used to it," she adds.

"I know..."

"Well, you know... most of him." Gobber says.

Stoick glances back at him with a glare, confused.

"Are you really gonna make a joke now Gobber?!" Mara demands, the stress of the past few hours finally catching up to her.

"No, he's right," Jarik says, gesturing towards his lower half.

Both Stoick and Mara follow his gaze towards Hiccup's left leg, both letting out gasps of shock. Toothless also glances that way, moaning regretfully.

"No.. it can't be!" Stoick says in denial, but it was very clear before them. From just below the knee and down, his left leg was mangled, charred and bloody, his shoe gone and the skin turned black, and even bits of bone could be seen. It was a gruesome sight. ahsoka pulled Mara close and forced her to look away, much to the girls protest.

"Mara, go with the rest of the teens," she said sternly.

"But-!" she protested.

"Just do it Mara!" Ahsoka replied, in a voice that left no room for argument. With great hesitance, Mara slowly pulled away with tears in her eyes, and tried to get another glance at Hiccup, but Jarik also blocked her view. she ran back over to where Astrid was approaching, pulling the older girl away, much to her confusion. Letting out a worried sigh, they both turned back towards the sight of Hiccup. They were used to seeing such injuries on the clones during the War, but to see such a sight on a young teenager was even worse.

"We need a healer, maybe, maybe we can-" Stoick rambled quietly.

"Stoick-" Gobber started to say.

"It may not be too late!" he exclaimed, glaring at Gobber.

"Stoick, his leg is too far gone to save, even for where I come from," Jarik said, gesturing to his arm.

Toothless moaned sadly, pawing at his face in guilt. Ahsoka could sense the feelings going through him, and had seen enough of his leg to recognize what caused some of the marks, or more precisely who. Stoick growled furiously in frustration, staring intently at Jarik's arm, the metal hand visible and gleaming, and back at Hiccup's leg before lowering his head in defeat. Just then Spitelout came rushing up.

"What's our next move chief?" he asks, before taking notice of hiccup's condition. "Oh..."

"I know one of us here is a healer. See if you can find them," Gobber tells him, and he nods, about to rush off when Stoick stops them.

"Have the men pick through the wreckage of the fleet. We'll need to create more ships to get off this island. And keep everyone away from this area," Stoick says quietly, and Spitelout heads off, directing the Vikings to carry out the orders. The healer they had brought along soon came over, and kneeled over Hiccup next to Stoick and Ahsoka, while Gobber and Jarik stood over them, watching. Jarik kept a hand on Toothless for comfort, in order to calm him down.

"We'll have to cut it off in order to save the rest," the healer says. "Get a sharp, clean axe for this, then heat it up as much as possible," he tells Gobber.

Ahsoka however shakes her head. "No, there's an easier way to do it, and a less dangerous way too."

"And what's that?" Stoick demands.

"The more his leg stays like this the more risk he has of getting infected. It needs to come off now," she argues. "And two of us just so happen to have the perfect tool for this, and the least painful."

Jarik pulls his lightsaber off of his belt and shows it to them, and they all get the message, widening their eyes.

Stoick nods his head after a moment. "Alright, do it!"

"It will hurt him though, even while in a coma," the healer warns. "We'll also have to cauterize it afterwards."

"Lightsaber blades cauterize things instantly, don't worry." Jarik says in reassurance, before glancing back at Toothless, who was moaning, looking up at them with worried, terrified eyes then back at Hiccup. "Ahsoka, keep Toothless calm, the rest of you hold Hiccup down," he says.

Ahsoka nods and gets up from her position to kneel by Toothless' side, stroking him comfortingly with her hand while sending feelings of reassurance through the Force. Stoick then holds down Hiccup's shoulders, Gobber his right arm and leg, and the healer on his left arm and upper leg. Jarik stands in front of Hiccup's foot, and activates his blue lightsaber, lining up the strike.

Seeing this, Toothless yelps in alarm and struggles to stop him, but Ahsoka keeps him down, shushing him quietly. The injuries of his crash on the ground still kept him from moving too much as well. Taking a deep breathe, Jarik slowly raises the saber, and shares a look with the three Vikings. He then quickly slices the blade downwards, cutting cleanly through Hiccup's leg just above the highest point of damage.

Immediately, Hiccup began to scream and thrash in agony, the Vikings holding him down. Toothless wails with grief, and Jarik quickly pulls away the mangled remains of the leg and then held down the remainder of his left leg. He quickly pulls out a spare bacta patch he carried around in a small pocket on his armor for emergencies, applying it to the smoky stump.

"What is that?" the healer demands.

"Bacta patch, helps with surface injuries in battle during an emergency," he quickly explains.

Soon enough, Hiccup begins to quiet down and stop moving, shivering heavily, his skin pale and clammy, settling down until he was still again.


Jarik POV - 30 minutes later...

After helping to patch up Hiccup's leg for the time being, Ahsoka and I were sitting on a rock a couple feet from Toothless. Mara was here as well, along with Astrid and Stoick, the latter of which refused to let Hiccup out of his sight anytime soon to make up for being a terrible father. Hiccup was laying on a wooden board, my cloak acting as a comforter for him to lay on, and Stoick's fur cape as a blanket. By now most of the villagers here had learned about Hiccup losing a leg, which was kind of easy to tell from all the screaming that took place during his amputation.

There had also been a headcount after the battle. Unfortunately, twenty-five of the villagers had died during the chaos, eleven against the Hssiss dragons, and fourteen against the Red Death. Nine of those fourteen were killed when the Red Death set the ships on fire. They had been given the proper Viking funerals on the water using pieces of wood fashioned into rafts, after which they began collecting what materials they could find to build a ship. I suppose we could call R5 to come over with the Knight Hawk, but none of the Viking had ever met the droid yet, and we didn't want to shock them anymore today. Besides, the ship couldn't fit everyone on it anyways.

Toothless was laying curled around Hiccup's makeshift bed, seemingly asleep, but the three of us knew he was ready to leap to his defense at a moments notice.

"I'm confused..." Astrid said, breaking through the silence. "How did you guys not sense Hiccup was alive? I thought you could do stuff like that... or whatever."

Ahsoka and I share a look, and Stoick glances up as well. So we decide to reveal what we've kept secret all this time. "Because Toothless is connected to the Force," I stated.

It took them a moment to realize what I had just said. "Wait, what?!" Stoick exclaimed in surprise, standing up. Toothless opened his eyes and jerked his head threateningly, before realizing there wasn't any danger, and laid back down again.

"He is. It's what makes Night Fury's so special." Ahsoka said.

"But... how?" Astrid asked in bewilderment.

"Like us, dragons are also connected to the Force. The Hssiss dragons of course were creatures of the dark side, which made them so chaotic and dangerous." I told them. "Toothless however... he's not exactly of the Light, but the Force is strong in him compared to other dragons. It's what gives him the ability to generate plasma blasts, and have enhanced abilities."

They both stared at Toothless in confusion and wonder, before a growling sound caught out attention. The Force grew chilly again, although slightly, and I widened my eyes. Toothless raises his head and snarled, and we all looked over to see the Hssiss pack leader stalking towards us, severely injured with a limp, and burns covering its body. Stoick got up and grabbed his hammer, charging at the dragon with a war cry.

I leaped to my feet to stop him. "No, wait!" I exclaimed.

"What do you mean wait?! You said these beasts were evil!" he demanded.

"Something's different about this one..." I replied, staring at it. Ahsoka stood up beside me as well, nodding her head in agreement.

Stoick sighed irritably, but lowered his hammer, taking a few steps back, Toothless snarling viciously in warning the whole time. The Hssiss dragon stalked forwards slowly, but still kept its distance, keeping its focus on us. Ahsoka shifted slightly, taking a single step forwards, and it snarled furiously, becoming more violent.

"Wait," I told her, stepping forwards and catching its attention onto me instead.

The dragon snarled, but otherwise calmed down... as much as it was before. Frowning in thought, I then slipped the Light Side back, letting some of the dark slip out instead towards the dragon. It locked eyes with me, and I could sense it's emotions. It was furious, wanting revenge and blood for the loss of its entire pack, but didn't want to risk it. It knew it was outnumbered and outmatched, and knew what I could do. So it backed away slowly, submitting to the reality.

It hated us, wanted nothing more than to tear us apart. But it was also acknowledging that I at least, was more powerful than it, and would win in a fight against it, especially now.

Pulling the dark side back and filling myself with the Light, we watched it slink away from the beach and back through the rocks, headed for some of the deep caves.

"Well that was something," Mara remarked. I nodded with a hum of agreement.


Hiccup POV - 1 week later...

I shifted slightly, the feeling of something blowing onto my face rousing me from my slumber. A dragon snort then gets my attention, and I slowly open my eyes, spotting Toothless above me. What... happened? Did I faint or something? I thought Toothless was still chained up...

"Oh, hey Toothless." I said groggily, and he warbles in excitement, moving closer and quickly nudging my face, coming closer and closer. He also slowly pushes me at the same time.

"I'm happy to see you too, bud. Now just-" I start to say, but he then brings his front paw up and accidentally steps on my stomach. I jerk up with a painful groan, holding my side while Toothless quickly jumps away. A moment later I looked up in confusion, finding myself in bed, in my house. The fire-pit was in front of me, fully lit actually. What happened?!

"I'm in my house," I say slowly, looking at Toothless in alarm. "You're in my house!"

Toothless shifts excitedly, wagging his tongue and then jumps around the room, knocking things over, far too big for the space. A few weapons clatter to the ground in a loud noise, and I wince. Dad can't know he's here, he'll kill him!

"Uh... does my dad know you're in here?!" I exclaim in a panic, looking around wildly.

Toothless pauses at the foot of the bed for a moment, tongue wagging while completely ignoring the panic in my voice. He then eyes the rafters excitedly and leaps up onto them, brimming with energy like a happy dog. I have to get him out of here!

"Okay, okay- no. Toothless!" I exclaim, and he stops moving, looking down at me. "Aw, come on..."

I suddenly stop talking as I shift in bed in an attempt to get up, feeling something different about my left leg... actually I couldn't feel part of it at all. I peels back the covers slowly, widening my eyes in shock at the sight. Instead of my lower left leg, is a prosthetic made of iron, and some strange but comfortable material at the spot where the fake leg connected to my real one. It has the general shape of a real foot, but in the middle of it is an open space which looks like some sort of clip that would attach to something else. It also had some sort of spring-like thing at the ankle.

Toothless comes down from the rafters and carefully approaches, suddenly concerned. Then the memories of what happened came flooding back. My dad and the rest of the village had set off to find the dragons nest with Toothless, then I got the teens to follow on their own dragons, Jarik and Mara going first on their strange boat. Then I rescued Toothless, with my dad's help, and fought the Queen. Then... oh gods. I let off a quiet sigh.

I shift over on the bed, lowering my right leg, and then the mechanical prosthetic in place of my second leg. I still couldn't tell what some of it was. I recognized some of Gobber's craftsmanship in the iron parts, but the rest, I had no clue. Toothless slowly lowers his head and sniffs my new leg, then raises his eyes to meet mine, seemingly aware of what I'm going through. Taking a deep breath, I brace myself on the bedpost and try to stand on it. Pain immediately shoots through my leg and I wince, taking a stop. Taking another breath, I puff out my chest and try to walk forwards again, but immediately stumble with a cry of pain. Luckily, Toothless catches my fall with his head and slowly lifts me up.

"Thanks bud," I say gratefully.

Toothless shifts to the side and I lean on him like a crutch. I start to walk forwards, Toothless supporting me the whole way as I tested the prosthetic foot. Despite the pain, it surprisingly felt a lot more comfortable than I would expect it too. Not that I was complaining. Eventually, we reach the door and I limp forwards, grasping the door handle and pulling it open. The moment I open the door, a Monstrous Nightmare charges forwards with a roar, and I quickly slam it back closed with a yelp. Another dragon raid?! Or something else...

"Toothless? Stay here, bud." I tell him, opening the door again.

Peeking outside, I see that instead of attacking, the Monstrous Nightmare is actually carrying Snotlout on its back!

"Come on guys, get ready! Hold on tight! Here we go!" he exclaims, spurring the dragon onwards.

To my shock a class of newbie dragon riders then follow after him on a variety of dragons. Stepping outside, I look around in utter disbelief to see Vikings and dragons milling about by the dozen, basking on the rooftops, weaving along the plaza. No one seems upset, and there isn't a single sword or weapon in sight! Under one of the barns, a Nadder blasts fire onto a metal brace, and then steps back to let a Viking hammer it into shape. Nearby, a Gronkle lands, carrying a tree trunk in his mouth. He shows someone what he's found, and the Viking pats his head.

"I knew it. I'm dead," I stated numbly.

Dad then walks up to me with a laugh, a completely new attitude about him. "No, but you gave it your best shot," he says in amusement.

He puts his arm around me and helps to steady me as we walk forwards. He gestures to the transformed village.

"So? What do you think?" he asks.

I just shrugs, completely at a loss for words. Below in the plaza, villagers start to take notice.

"Hey look! It's Hiccup!" someone exclaims, and others nearby rush forwards as well in excitement. They all jog over, surrounding me with a hero's welcome. I was stunned.

"Hiccup, how you doin' mate?"

"It's great to see you up and about."

"Turns out all we needed was a little more of... this," Dad continues, gesturing non-specifically at me.

"You just gestured to all of me," I reply with wide eyes. He just nods, a proud smile on his face, and I finally smiled back happily, glad to finally have genuine approval from my dad. This is without a doubt one of the happiest moments of my life. Gobber then shoves his way forwards, pointing at me leg while beaming proudly.

"Well. Most of you. That bit's mostly my handiwork, with a little Hiccup flare thrown in. Think it'll do?" he asks.

I take a look at it, moving my foot slightly with an analytical gaze. "Eh. I might make a few tweaks," I reply sarcastically. "But what did you use in this? I've never seen anything like it," I ask in confusion and wonder.

"That would be my addition," Jarik says, and I look up to see him, Ahsoka and Mara all approach with a smile on their face. "I decided to add in some special bits to make it more bearable for you, and more like a real foot."

"Wow... thanks!" I said gratefuly in amazement.

"Now you can be just like my Dad, or Gobber! Take your pick!" Mara says cheerily. the crowd lets out chuckles of amusement while the three of us missing limbs all stared at her in annoyance. She simply smiles cheekily, no regret on her face at the comment. I sigh but shake my head in amused exasperation.

Then out of nowhere, Astrid appears and jabs me in the arm. I flinch slightly in pain and recoil with a grumble, rubbing my arm. "That's for scaring me," she says.

I gape at her incredulously. "Wh- What?! Is it always going to be this way? Cause I..." I ramble in protest.

Before I could continue on, she grabs me aggressively... and then kisses me, much to my shock. Hoots and hollers follow, most of them I am certain are coming from Mara.

She then releases me, and I stare forwards for another moment, still surprised. "...I could get used to it."

Gobber then presents me with a rebuilt saddle, rigging, and tail. I accept it in amazement.

"Welcome home," he says.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening gets my attention, and a few people begin to scatter.

"Night Fury! Get down!" someone exclaims jokingly.

Moments later, Toothless comes leaping and crawling over the gathered Vikings, including Spitelout, and steps all over them. He eyes the new tail excitedly, tongue wagging. Amidst the pained groans and grumbles, Astrid, Mara and I exchange a sheepish grin.

"Oh by the way, did you know that Toothless was Force sensitive?" Mara comments casually.

She was so casual about it I never even realized what she said until a few moments later. I whip around to stare at her, Jarik and Ahsoka with wide eyes, the latter two rolling their eyes in exasperation.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed.

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3rd person POV - A few minutes later...

'When I started this story, I mentioned how a close friend likes to tease me about narrating things. Well in Mara's case, she's right, and I proudly accept that fact.'

Mounting Toothless, Hiccup snaps his prosthetic foot into the modified stirrup. The two pieces click together, forming a single shape, and he rotates the pedal. The new tail opens, decorated bright red with a skull and Viking horns emblazoned on it.

Hiccup grins in approval, and looks up to see Astrid backing her Nadder into position. Mara stands beside them both, a grin on her face. Satisfied, Hiccup leans over to look at Toothless.

"You ready?" he asks.

Toothless on excitement, and from his mount, Hiccup looks out over the changed world.

'This... is Berk. It snows nine months of the year... and hails the other three.'

They leap into the bright blue sky, together as one. Astrid follows, giving chase while Mara watches them go from the ground.

'Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so.'

Hiccup and Astrid race their dragons through the village. They fly under eaves, over rooftops, down cliff-sides, and between ship masts. It's a high energy, romantic dance of sorts.

'The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies or parrots, we have...'

Their fellow recruits join them as they take to the open sky, rocketing far above the village. The Northern sky swirls with blazing, multicolored dragons. Hiccup and Toothless break from the pack, spinning into the blinding sun.

'...dragons.'


3rd person POV...

Mustafar - Atravis Sector

Vaneé strode through the dark corridor of the castle, searching for Lord Vader. He stopped before a set of thick doors, and they slid open with a hiss, before he strode forwards again. The second set of doors also opened, revealing a circular chamber, a viewport at the end to show the fiery landscape of the planet. Standing before the window was the tall, intimidating figure of Darth Vader, his mechanical breath echoing through the room. Stopping at a respectful distance, Vaneé bowed his head submissively and kneeled on the ground.

"My Lord Vader," he said.

"What is it Vaneé?" Vader replied coldly. He was currently mulling over the stone deep within his castle. It was becoming an obsession of his to acquire it, and he rarely liked being interrupted from his thoughts unless there was an important reason.

"Admiral Thrawn of the Navy... has arrived." Vaneé announced, looking up. Vader stood silently for a moment before turning around.

"Inform the Admiral that I will meet with him shortly," he said.

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Admiral Thrawn stood in the open chamber, which had a massive viewport to see the great landscape beyond. By his side was Lieutenant Vanto, who shifted nervously. Thrawn however paid his nervousness no mind. It was only natural to be afraid of Lord Vader, as everyone in the Empire was fully aware of how ruthless the Emperor's Fist was, despite his successes in battles. Instead, he studied the cave around them, which was lit up by lava from underneath.

The architecture used in its structure was an old design from centuries past, but there were more recent touches to it as well. He could see that while Vader lived here, there was something about it that he also hated... and he seemed to have a complicated past, which was interesting. No one besides the Emperor, and maybe Tarkin know where Vader came from, and that secret was not bound to change any time soon.

"Are you... sure I'm allowed to be in this meeting with you sir?" Vanto ask hesitantly.

Thrawn nodded. "Of course you are. I was assured that it would be no trouble with Lord Vader, despite what his reputation implies," he replied calmly.

Just then, the door at the top of the far ramp opened, letting light and mist spill into the room. Thrawn and Vanto both turned their attention towards it, preparing themselves with the encounter, and Vanto swallowed nervously. The silhouette of Lord Vader appeared, and the sound of his mechanical breathing could be heard, the mist surrounding him eerily. He then strode down the ramp towards them, his boots echoing against the floor with an intimidating stomp. Thrawn and Vanto both stood up straight, an impassive expression on their faces, but unlike Vanto, Thrawn's eyes held no hint of fear.

Vader then came to a stop, his seven foot height towering over the two Imperial Officers. Despite this difference in height, Thrawn matched the Sith Lord's gaze evenly, both men analyzing the other.

"Admiral Thrawn," Vader stated, his voice booming.

"Lord Vader," Thrawn replied with a respectful incline of his head, Vanto following his example.

"I hope what you have to say does not waste our time, for your sake." Vader says.

Vanto swallows again nervously at the obvious threat, but Thrawn is unfazed, nodding his head. "Of course my lord. In fact, I'm sure you will be very intrigued to hear what I have to say."

"What is it, you wish to inform me of?" Vader inquires, sensing the confidence that Thrawn has.

"It has come to my understanding that you have a certain, grudge... against the Jedi Knight, Jarik Shan?" Thrawn asks.

Vader whips his head to stare at Thrawn, thoughts about the stone beneath the castle immediately leaving his mind.

"You have information on Shan's whereabouts?!" he asks.

Thrawn nods his head in confirmation. "I believe I may have a lead on what he has been doing during his years in hiding..."


Ohhh man... Vader and Thrawn meet up! What could Thrawn have possibly learned about Jarik Shan? Things are getting very serious, and dangerous times are quickly coming upon Jarik and his allies. And Vader is still searching for the secret of this stone underneath his castle.

Also, the end of the first HTTYD movie! Yay! I hope you guys enjoyed this ending, with Toothless' Force potential being revealed! And Jarik still has to find the proper time to get married to Ahsoka. That'll be tough for him lol.

Thank you guys so much for supporting this story, and I hope you all continue to enjoy it! :D