Sorry this took so long, I won't bother making excuses. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

"Hiccup."

It is my first attempt at using the two-leg method of speech Hiccup communicates with. Since two-legs (all but Hiccup apparently,) can't exchange memories or ideas, they communicate with a complex series of sounds. It feels weird, like I'm gargling small stones, but it works. Hiccup stares at me so long that I'm beginning to worry I said it wrong and accidentally insulted his ancestors. Then his eyes light up and his face does that goofy smile thing. He starts to babble at me. Thanks to our fusion and Hiccup's constant use of language, I've begun to get a grasp of this awkward way of communicating. It's not easy and I only seem to understand one word in five.

"I*** b* back s**n, Toothless." Thankfully Hiccup also shares the idea that he will return with the thought speech I'm more comfortable with. I've learned enough of his language to understand the word "Toothless" refers to myself. I'm not sure what it means though, I'll have to ask Hiccup when he returns.

So Toothless can talk now? How? Was it because we fused? These forehead scratchers buzz through my skull as I make my way to the arena for today's lesson. Everyone else is there, ready to deal with the Zippleback fusion. I double-check to make sure my secret weapon won't slide out. Gobber has all of us take a bucket full of water (I check to make sure it's actually water this time) before we enter the arena. Once all six of us are inside, Gobber opens the cage containing today's opponent.

"Today is abit teamwork." A thick fog emerges from the cage, hiding the two-headed dragon from us. "Now, a drenched dragon head cannae light its fire. Th' Hideous Zippleback is extra tricky. one head breathes gas, th' other head lights it. yer job is t' know which is which."

I ignore Gobber's instructions when the dragon begins plotting in a way that only I can apparently hear.

'Six two-legs big-horns, three pairs, thoughts?' For a minute I think the Hideous Zippleback is projecting to me.

'Drag one into fog, trip second, gas third' So the dragon is strategizing. I'm impressed. It's smarter than it looks. And, despite what generations of Vikings have done to its kind, the main flavor of its thoughts is to incapacitate, not destroy. I'm glad I can hear it- no, them even fused it has two minds working together.

'One' The head on the left strikes, grabbing Tuffnut by the boot and dragging him into the fog. Seconds later the would-be slayer of dragons scrambles out of the fog and darts for the opposite side of the arena.

(LAs he flees, the fur of his boot shredded,Tuffnut screams, "Oh, I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!"

'Two' The head on the right feints while the head on the left growls. Neither Astrid nor Ruffnut sees the tail until it is sweeping their feet out from under them. They fall into a groaning heap.

One of the heads lunges for Fishlegs. Good news, he douses the head. Bad news, it's the wrong head. As he's sprayed by green gas, I see the other head emerge from the fog. I try to splash the head, but because I'm, well, me, the water falls short. " Oh, come on," I grumble.

'Three' The Hideous Zippleback crawls towards me. Its second head clicks several times, preparing to ignite the gas.

I quickly project the idea of an eel and a suggestion to back away from me."Back!"

'Confusion'

Good, it's distracted. I open my vest to show the eel. It freaks out even more than Toothless did. 'Fear, sever, no, no! NO!' The Zippleback backs into its cage and I throw the eel at their feet. The dragon is climbing up the back wall to get away from it.

I close the large doors of the Hideous Zipplebacks' cage. When I turn around I'm faced with the stunned expressions of my classmates and pseudo parent. The dragon is locked away again and I have places to be. Everyone may be quiet now, but once the shock wears off the questions will begin.

I try for a charming grin, but I'm afraid I look more like a seasick sheep. "Well, I don't know about you, but I had a blast!"

Their faces morph from shocked to… well, I'm not sure how to properly describe it, I'll just call it the "pun face." Everyone wears the same expression as I flee the arena.

After escaping class, I enter my house to resume that other project Gobber so eloquently interrupted.

'Bargain'

The gem whispers as I walk to the mantle and snatch the blue stone from its perch.

Let's see if I can do this right 'Query, bargain?' I hope my thoughts reach the gem.

'Bargain, teach, aerokinesis' I'm shown images of a blue dragon manipulating the air to form attacks. Does this gem believe it can teach me this? It's worth a shot. But before I begin I'm struck by another thought. Why would the gem want to teach me? What does it want in return? I form the query carefully and send it to the spirit that lives inside the gem.

There is a pause. 'Freedom, rebirth.' I see an image in my mind of a volcano. Someone (another dragon?) hovers over the caldera, clutching several gems in its claws. As I watch it releases them to splash into the boiling lava. I sense satisfaction and relief. The image goes dark.

Okay? I shake my head to clear it. I guess if the gem wants me to drop it in a volcano when it has finished teaching me, I can do that. I start by getting a small flame going in the fireplace. It's small right now, so I focus on the idea of wind blowing on the-woah! Did I do that?!

The small flame suddenly grows to a well-tended fire. It almost feels as if I were in the forge with how hot its has become. Not wanting to burn down the house (again) I picture the idea of stillness to hopefully stop the sudden winds I created. It works, but I am suddenly too exhausted to wonder how I was able to do it.

'Overuse, patience, impressed, proud' I'm slightly embarrassed when the Windstriker compliments me. I ask it with my pathokinesis if we should continue. 'Rest, recuperate.' I look outside, it's time for me to work on the modified tailfin.

The fact I have a full belly and soul fire should have me content for now, but Hiccup keeps coming to mind. When we fused for the second time, our tail was partially healed. From what I could decipher from the complex memory, he plans to make a new tailfin that works for when we are fused. I'm not sure how I feel about that to be honest. On one paw, he shot me down. On the other paw, he feels bad about grounding me and is trying to find a way to redeem himself in my eyes. The only one who went to such lengths to help me has been the Queen. But what would she think of Hiccup? What would he think of the Queen?

"H*y Toothless!" Oh, he's here and has our new tail. "L**s fuse b*fo*e we try *t o*t." I still need to learn more of Hiccup's language but the intent is clear. Before Hiccup can do anything, I grab him and-

We catch ourselves before I fall backward. It takes only a few seconds to shake off the disorientation from the sudden fusion. Should I be concerned that this is getting easier? I pick up the artificial tail and insert my fin spines into the slots. Once everything is set, I flex it, and the tail opens up. If it wasn't for the color and lack of feeling, I'd think it's a fully natural tail and not half metal and leather.

"Okay, its go time," I mutter to myself in the Viking tongue- "Hold on!" I'm able to speak out loud in Hiccup's tongue? "Well, I hope I'll never need to use this." The words feel weird in my mouth. How do humans keep from biting off their own tongues when they speak? It keeps flopping around like a fish, pressing against my teeth to help form certain sounds. The alien sensation makes me shudder. I finally just shut up and take off. The experience of flight is indescribable. While I feel the joy of returning to the sky, I'm also flying for the very first time. There are no words in Hiccup's vocabulary to describe how I feel, so I just enjoy myself.

I'm flying over the trees and suddenly the ocean is beneath us. I begin a steady dive and perform a sharp turn parallel to the water. "This is amazing!" I shout, all my giddiness welling up to the point of childlike joy. I fly straight up into the clouds. My wing slices through one, causing it to swirl behind me, it's quite beautiful above the clouds. Reaching out with my hand, I brush the clouds but am shocked when I don't feel anything. It's like fog!

I wonder what the others will think of this, maybe I can take Astrid up here and- No. She won't understand; Nobody in Berk will. But maybe… no, change the subject. Fire! Maybe I can try shooting fire. Reaching for my magic soul-fire, I gather the energy and inject it into the ball of volatile gas that is gathering in my mouth. Once it's properly charged, I fire into a particularly dark cloud in front of me. It swells and glows purple for a moment. Then it shrinks back down. I can't believe it. I wonder if-

ZAP!

We're falling. Oh, gods, we're falling! "Toothless!"

"Hiccup!"

Both of us are falling and the ground is getting closer. I reach for Toothless but his spinning gets me a slap in the face from his tail.

"Toothless, steady yourself!" I shout past the wind. I manage to grab hold of his paw. I don't think he can hear me. I try projecting my thoughts instead. "Toothless, can you hear me?"

"I knew it. I knew this little two-legs was going to kill me!"

"Toothless! Pay attention!"

Toothless flicks an ear and manages to look at me despite the out-of-control death spiral). Some anger mixes in with the panic. "I'm listening"

"Good." He can at least hear me like this. "Now listen, we need to fuse again before we hit the ground." Due to some lucky flailing I manage to grab one of the spines along his neck and pull myself closer to his head. "Look at me, Toothless. We can do this."

Toothless calms down, staring into my eyes as I stare into his.

Good news, Hiccup and Toothless fused once again. Bad news, I'm plummeting toward a forest of sea stacks. They make a lovely field of black granite pillars and the extra addition of fog reminds one of just how beautiful they are when viewed from a distance. I'd have loved to keep my distance but my current trajectory will take me right into the middle.

If I don't dodge all of these I'm dead.

Right, I can do this. I strain to move my wings against the wind plastering them to my sides. One wingtip twitches and sends me veering to the left just in time. I flare them slightly and drop down between two pillars. Just a bit more to the right. One of the stacks grazes my wing, but I manage to turn my sudden wobbly spin into a barrel roll. Another dodge and twist to the left and I just might make it out of here. One more turn and-oh no, I'm heading for a wall; there's not enough room to maneuver.

I'm going to die. Oh, gods, I'm going to die!

No! We're not done yet. I am the fusion of Hiccup and Toothless, the smartest two-legs on the island and the most feared dragon Berk has never seen. This wall will not stand in my way!

Suddenly, everything goes dark. It's cold, wait, I can't feel anything, why am I numb? What's going on?! I'm all alone. I don't want to be alone.

Hold on, I'm not alone. A fusion is never alone. I have Hiccup, and Toothless, heh, I finally understand why Hideous Zipplebacks call themselves "partners of life."

The sun suddenly shines upon my scales as I leave the sea stacks behind. What was that? Did I somehow phase through the wall? How? Dragons can't do that and certainly not humans. I'll replay the memory when I get myself seated somewhere.

Toothless and I are relaxing on a small outcropping. He is enjoying a pile of fish we caught while we were fused and I'm cooking mine over the fire.

"I know you wear pelts to keep out cold, but why you burn food? Fine as is not?"

"Okay Toothless, what you should say is 'why do you burn your food? It's fine as is, isn't it?' You need to work on your sentence structure to help them flow better." My attempts to teach Toothless language have been going better than if I were to teach one of the more colorful residents of my village, especially Snotlout.

Toothless's eyes widen. "Is he two-legs who cuts off legs and gems of dragons with face?" I cringe as my lout of a cousin's comment returns to haunt me. "That him! You kin to… that?"

I take a moment to breathe and calm down. "Snotlout is my cousin. My mother and his father are siblings. He just boasts so don't worry, no Vikings are mutilating dragons with their faces." Toothless sighs in relief at the news, then I realize what he said. "How exactly did you know about that?"

Toothless looks surprised. "Did you not offer a memory?"

"No, that's just what I thought of when he spoke. Do dragons not project ideas like that?"

"You can tell when something is untrue, it's like the picture you drew in dirt. A… copy? Yeah, copy. You can tell."

"But not for me?"

"Your projections so… detailed I thought it was memory." His expression turns to awe. "You can make ideas look like memories, kind of scary."

Huh? So a practical use for my vivid imagination. Neat. Then something else comes to mind. "How far can someone send memories?"

"Different for everyone. Some can project over large area, focus on one spot, or certain dragons farther away. Range depends on skill."

While contemplating the uses for this ability, a thunder of Terrible Terrors lands on the island.

'Dark wing! Dark wing here.' The small dragons project in a chorus. They land and crawl toward us as Toothless shows his teeth to protect his food. A Terror with a red back and its gem on the thigh crawls up to Toothless. 'Query, absence?'

Toothless responds, 'injured, flightless, self-exile.'

Hold on, why did Toothless tell them he can't fly? He still can when we're fused.

'Query, see injury?' Toothless shows his damaged tail to the red-backed terror. 'Query, heal?'

'Tried.'

'Know how!' Red lifts up his right foreleg. 'Regrew.' I get a closer look. There is a noticeable lighter shade compared to the rest of his body. It's then the Terrors notice me sitting here. Red jumps back. 'Two-legs!' Red jumps back to the other Terrors and fuses with them.

Toothless and I respond quickly by fusing with each other.

The Terror fusion stares up at me in horror. 'How? Why?'

I sit down, crossing my legs and stare. 'Sit.' The other fusion sits and stares at me. I show the dragon my memories of the past few days. They are transfixed all the way through the story. When I finish, the

Terror fusion is no longer frightened but giddy.

'Shade wing, amazing, unusual, elite.'

"Shade wing?" The name makes me think of when I blacked out and came to on the other side of the wall. In the memory, right before I blacked out, I could have sworn there were small black particles enveloping me. I suppose that's where the name comes from. Maybe Shade Fury instead. Yeah, I like that name.

I am the Shade Fury.

So there are a few things that may need to be addressed. First, to those that noticed a spelling error when referring to the Zipplebacks was intentional. They are two individuals and I will refer to them as such.

Second, my magic is based off that of the Inheritance cycle's wild magic.

Third, the reason Terrible Terrors' ability to heal is not taught to other dragons is because they are looked down upon.

Soulinvoker: I'll take that into consideration.

Arthorshade: Thank you.

Arraia: all I can say is better late than never.

Guest: Not exactly, bit I can assure you the Shade fury is not the only human dragon fusion in this story.

Eris: Hopefully I can offer a proper description next chapter.

RCRC36: Hopefully I can update sooner.

So I plan to have more dragon human fusions in later chapters, but I need names for them. Any suggestions will be very helpful.