"No...no run... Hiccup run... I don't...don't want to hurt you... GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Toothless roared to the new alpha, who was forcing his will upon the young Night fury. The alpha only persisted in his attempts to control the young dragons mind, crushing his soul and slowly beginning to turn his will into his own.

"Follow your alpha" The Bewilderbeast commanded - it's voice dull and gravelly.

"I'll never...never follow you" Toothless choked out as he felt his strength fade - the world around him becoming blurry and tainted with a blood red; sounds becoming muffled and dulled out as the unheard voice of the alpha consumed his mind.

"Even while you resist - you break down... You know your resistance is futile... You. Will. Serve. Me" He spoke with a chuckle at the end of his words - while increasing the unseeable pressure he was forcing upon Toothless. Toothless soon felt his body become distant, no longer controlled by his own actions. His wings and tailfins - the once missing one having been restored by the gods not to long ago - becoming erect as the flames began to build up in his throat.

Toothless fought himself to delay his actions... No harm could come to Hiccup... That human... His human. "No. I won't hurt him" Toothless fought back - but his efforts were almost instantly crushed as soon as they began. He soon found himself overpowered, and helplessly watching as his body turned against his human.

"Toothless! Stop! Snap out of it!" He heard his human call, his voice muffled and drowned out by that of the alpha. Toothless tried... He really did - but nothing good came of his actions. The flames built up in his throat, a familiar whistle filling the somewhat eerie silence surrounding the small group.

"Don't listen to that human... Kill him" The alpha commanded - to which the Night fury quickly obeyed; closing the distance between himself and Hiccup, backing the latter into a corner while opening his mouth, ready to release the flames.

"No! Toothless!" Hiccup called out, but his pleads fell upon now deaf ears. The Night fury soon felt himself be compelled to release the plasma flame, sending it directly into the chest of his human. The blast knocked Hiccup directly into the ice behind him with a crack, and the scent of blood of death, of burned and charred flesh and leather armour filled the air. The smoke soon dissipated as the alpha temporarily released Toothless from his control, and the peridiot green eyes fell upon the stationary lifeless form of Hiccup, a pool of blood, ice shards and water surrounding him and covering his entire chest. Shards of ice were embedded into the chest piece, many - if not all - of which had dug through the leather and skin, and possibly a few of which had even dug into Hiccup's heart and lungs. No sound came from Hiccup, no weak and labored breathing... Only... Peace... Nothing but peace was present about his soul now.

"Hiccup... Please" Toothless begged as soo as realisation hit him... His heart sank into the deepest pit of despair and hatred when he realised the true culprit behind his rider...no his human...better yet, his brother. It was him.

"No no please! HICCUP PLEASE!...

...

...HICCUP!" Toothless leaped awake with a jolt and a shout as the memory began to near it's end. Tears were prickling at his eyes, some of which had managed to sneek past the invisible dam that held them there, falling down his face leaving trails in their wake. Nearly everynight since that day... These dreams had haunted him - so much that he had chosen to hide in the cove, away from the village and Hiccup. The nightmares had always been one or the other... Him killing Hiccup, or him killing Stoick. The guilt still consumed him - no matter how much Hiccup assured him, Toothless doubted whether Hiccup still cared about him... Hiccup had said 'It wasn't your fault'... But Toothless had always known it was...

Toothless shook everyone of those thoughts away from his mind, turning his gaze out to the horizon and staring out over the moonlit ocean. Tonight was quiet, the sky clear and illuminated with the many stars - the souls of past dragons who had left this world. Judging by the position of the moon in the black abyss above him, he presumed it to be near midnight, yet he felt no tiredness in his form. He got to his feet, stretching his wings and tailfin - feeling a soft sting that he had become adapted to occur on his once missing tailfin - that now bore a scar across the skin, showing where it was once torn off.

Making his way out to the cave entrance, he stared longingly towards the general direction of Berk, wanting to return home. His gaze quickly left the direction of Berk, looking to the cave behind him that he had claimed as his temporary own. All his life, he had believed he was the last of his kind, that there was no other Night furies left on the earth... And now - here he was, on an island crawling with Night furies - Nïghtheart.

A new question began to flood around his mind 'Does he really want to leave and head back to Berk... He had spent nearly all his life searching for his own kind, and now he had found them... What if he couldn't get back here?' Toothless soon answered his own question, nothing could convince him to stay here. His flock needed him, Hiccup needed him - nothing here needed him. He soon made his way back into the cave, deciding to give himself some time before he would attempt to return to Berk - having no idea how long he would be flying before he came across land to which he could use to rest and regain his energy. He burned a circle of fire into the ground before making himself comfortable and drifting back into sleep.