Hello you guys,

I will try to update the story every Sunday from now on (that works better for me too).

Now, a look from something else than a human.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: see Prologue

Chapter 4

Toothless' POV

I was happily taking a walk around the building these humans call a 'Great Hall', waiting for my human to finish eating so that we could go for an evening fight.

I walked by the entrance again when I heard some kind of commotion going on. I tilted my head to the right and started approaching the building, wondering what was going on.

After a few steps, I saw my human running out of the building with an expression I could not read. He seemed to notice me and I saw his expression change to something akin of relief.

This expression changed again when he looked back into the Hall and it was then that I saw the winter sprite appearing from the mass.

I became confused as my human made the preparations for us to fly while trying to calm me. In the end, I decided to trust my rider and prepared myself for the long awaited flight.

'HICCUP DON'T WALK – FLY – AWAY WHEN I'M-!', I heard the sprite say, but I realised that my human wouldn't let him finish his sentence. He gave me the signal and we were off, leaving the winter sprite alone.

I looked behind me to see if he would follow us in the sky, but I saw him doing no such thing, probably not to reveal himself before my rider.

Dragons were beings different from humans after all. We didn't need to believe to see the world of spirits, we could already see them the moment we were born. We dragons can also see the difference between spirits and humans clearly because of the difference in the aura those two species give off.

This made for a surprise a year ago when I found out that the person my human wanted to introduce me to was in fact not a person, but a spirit. Dragons and spirits weren't exactly on good terms at the time, which made me doubt the one who stood before us, especially when he started running toward us.

Now, I found out that not all spirits are bad and that Jack Frost, also known as Jokul Frosti to the vikings, was in fact just a lonely teen who loved to attract attention by means of pranks. Still, trusting him completely with my human is out of the question since his antiques prove to be dangerous most of the time.

I was suddenly ripped out of my thoughts by a loud scream coming from my rider lying on my back. I panicked for a second, thinking that my human was hurt, but was relieved again when he sat up straight again and started yelling his frustration.

'Oh god can you not do that anymore.' I growled while rolling my eyes and adjusting my tail fin so I could make a curve to the left.

He rattled on for about another minute before he finally calmed down. I noticed that now, he was lost in his thoughts probably having an internal struggle, so I descended to the woods and landed gracefully in an open spot.

I shook off my distracted rider from the saddle and saw him land right on his bum. I noticed that this successfully snapped him out of his daze and laughed when I saw his half annoyed half joking face after asking me a question with a small smile plastered on his face.

I curled myself around my rider and saw that it gave the reaction that I hoped it would: my rider let himself fall and relax into my side.

We enjoyed each other's quiet company as I listened to the nature around us. The breathing of my rider, the blowing of the wind through the leaves, the howling of the wolf at the edge of a cliff to the moon and the numerous heavy footsteps and loud whispers of – wait what?

I abruptly stoop up straight, startling my rider, when I felt that we were not alone. I looked around and listened to where the footsteps were coming from when I heard the harsh voice of the Viking who took away my human more times than I can count on one paw.

'Well well, what do we 'ave here? Stoick's little embarrassment!'

That was odd. That voice came from the exact opposite direction of the footsteps I heard earlier.

I turned around and menacingly approached the Outcast leader while producing a warning shot to scare him away. Even so, I was surprised when the Viking actually started to run away from me. Did it work? Did I actually scare him off?

It was then, when I looked back towards the open field where my rider stood, that it struck me: the leader is a diversion!

Just as I finished this thought, I heard battle cries coming from my human's direction and I wasted no time running back while firing my plasma shots towards the group of Vikings heading his way.

I was oblivious as to what happened behind me until I fell my tail being pulled at, successfully halting my movements for a few seconds, thus stopping me from reaching my rider before the bola that was headed his way. Not a second later I saw my precious human getting flown away, entangled in rope, hitting his head hard against a tree.

I noticed that he was barely hanging onto consciousness so I did what every dragon would do in this situation: I dropped the battle and rushed to my human.

I saw his lips move a bit before his eyes closed and his head tipped sideways, but before I could reach him, another bola was launched and I too was taken down.

The Vikings launched themselves onto me, keeping me in place and away from my unconscious rider while one Viking was trying to close my mouth by putting another rope around it. I tried to roar, attempting in vain to wake my human up while fighting against the bindings. This seemed to irritate the Outcast leader as he walked in my direction and gave me a kick on the side of my head.

This was seen as a sign for the other Outcasts, a show of my weakness, and they started beating me up mercilessly. I neglected the pain and concentrated on freeing myself from these blasted ropes while keeping an eye on my rider, who's blood was now falling freely from his wound on the head.

My human was then moved and thrown over the shoulder of the one they call 'Savage'. I trashed even louder when the Outcast who had my Hiccup was walking towards his leader.

'And what do we do with the dragon Alvin?', I heard Savage ask and this brought me hope. If I get captured too, I can at least be with my rider and protect him. I thought.

But faith wouldn't have it that way.

'Leave 'im 'ere, the boy will only retaliate more if tha' blasted dragon 's with 'im.' Damn it.

I felt the pressure of the Vikings die down and the tightness of the rope lessen and saw my chance clean. I freed my mouth in one smooth movement and started preparing a plasma blast, being careful as to not hit my human.

Alvin, my target, saw this and quickly dodged the incoming purple ball of condensed energy.

After he regained his balance again, the broad Viking looked at me with a face the humans call 'smug' and walked towards the Outcast with my Hiccup over his shoulder. The Outcast leader then took the little Viking by his riding outfit, lifted him off of Savage's shoulders and thrusted him in the air while yelling: 'We've got wha' we came for men! Let's go!'

The men cheered and started to run away. Alvin put my Hiccup under his arm, looked at me with a sick grin and then he too disappeared into the woods. I kept shooting my plasma blast until my limit and fighting the restraints, desperate to stop them from walking away with my precious human, but eventually the Outcasts were out of my reach.

I roared as hard as I could, hoping to wake some Berkians up so they could stop my human's kidnappers, but my wounds were catching up on me. Damn it these humans can pack a punch.

Soon, I had no more energy left to even fire another blast and I just laid there, desperation creeping in.

Those bastards took my human...

'Hiccup...' I roared one last time before the darkness of unconsciousness consumed me.

Awww poor Toothless, he lost his Hiccup...

Don't worry, he'll see him again.

But will Hiccup too? *evil laugh* (again)

See you lovelies next chapter~