Author's Note: Hey there, sorry for the wait, but hopefully this chapter will sate you for the time being. It's longer than the previous chapter, so that's a plus. And I know a lot of you have questions about the previous one, but the biggest one will be addressed in this chapter: What made Hiccup kill the Outcast. Once again thank you Ugly-Duckling123 for beta reading this chapter for me.

Now I did what I could and tried to do research on this kind of condition. So if I get somethings wrong, i'm sorry about that as I did the best I could.

Chapter 2: Aftermath

"I-I killed him," Hiccup's words came out and reached everyone's ears. Multiple gasps and whispers went amongst the crowd as most couldn't believe it what they heard, yet the evidence is all before them. Most of the shock came from the Dragon Riders along with Stoick, as they still couldn't believe what was said.

Stoick then blocked out the sounds as nothing but concerned overtook him. He managed to push it to the side as he focused on his son, who seemed to be haunted by his own words. "Hiccup-"

It was cut off as the teen just kept going, voice filled with distress and uncertainty, "I…I had to…I had to do it…he…was going to k-kill Toothless if…If I hadn't done anything."

Just at the sound of his name said Night Fury nuzzled his rider, trying to calm him down. Hiccup turned to his dragon and, shakingly, reached out to pet him, relieved to see him. A moment passed as Stoick watched his son. No wonder Toothless was tied up in the Bolas even after being found. Plus it made sense that the dragon would be a target in that state. Pushing those thoughts aside he helped the boy back up on his feet, fully knowing of the panic and alarmed sense of mind his son is experiencing. The lad needed help and right now his father is the only one that can do that right now, especially with an issue such as this.

"Come on Hiccup, we're going home," The chief announced as he carefuly helped his son up onto his feet. Then he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders as he helped steady him, the boy's small legs having trouble supporting their owner. Like a puppet on strings the teen's body moved on its own as his father guided him, his mind still jumbled up as he couldn't think straight. Stoick then looked back at the Night Fury, "Come Toothless!"

The dragon nodded as he followed the two humans, and not wanting to be away from his rider's side. Stoick stopped for a brief moment to pick up the bloodied knife and placing it on his belt, not caring if blood smeared on his clothes. Before continuing on the chief looked at the crowd of Vikings still standing there, all staring at Hiccup, as if nothing better to do.

"Alright nothing to see here!" they heard the chief bellow out and slowly started to disburse. "And someone, get rid of the body!"

Father and son started to pass the Dragon Riders, most of them still shocked or concerned with their leader's current state. Especially since he's not saying anything and moving like a puppet still. They all wanted to say something but Fishlegs was the only one who managed to do so. "Sir…is there anything we can do…for Hiccup I mean?"

Stopping a moment, the large man looked at the other teens, seeing them ready to do something if need be. Stoick was glad his son had friends that were willing to help him in a time like this and would stick by him regardless of the situation. Sadly, this time around they couldn't do anything this time around. This was Hiccup's first kill…and none of them knew of the consequences that came with it or how to approach the subject. "I'll take care of things from here."

As much as they didn't want to, all the other teens nodded, knowing that Hiccup's father could handle things… As he was the only one that could do anything for Hiccup. Yet, they wished they could help in anyway as they were a team and always looked out for one another. All they could do is watch as father and son walked off to their home.

…

Hiccup was silent the whole trip home, not speaking one word even when his father helped get him cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. Yet it didn't seem to matter to the boy, as he could still feel the sickly wetness of the blood on his body. Shuddering as a phantom feeling of blood sliding down his flesh sent shivers down his body.

Currently he sat down at the table, head bowed, and petting Toothless, as the dragon's head rested in his rider's lap. Even though his skin was cleaned up faded blood stains could still be seen on his hands. Just one look only served to remind the boy of what he did. Making the events replay over again in his mind.

Incoming footsteps made him raise his head as Stoick came over. He stopped for a moment to look upon his son's face. Now as they were in a more lit up place the chief was able to take notice of a large bruise on the right side of his face. Looking almost as if something had struck him, or someone. More curiosity stoked up inside, but he put it to the side as he placed a mug of water and a plate of bread in front of the teen. "You must be hungry after…throwing up." The chief offered sincerely.

Hiccup looked at the items before him before looking away, body trembling and hands clenching into fists. The sight of the food only brought nausea to him. Toothless sensed his rider in distress and nuzzled him, cooing and trying to settle him down. It seemed to work as the trembling reduced.

"Son, you need to eat," Stoick said softly, yet also in concern. Yet he didn't force it, knowing his son needed a gentle hand at the moment, despite there being no response. This worried the man more as his son didn't say anything, and it would make things easier if he did speak up. "Hiccup…please say something."

Silence filled the home as the teen slowly looked back up at his father. His usual green eyes that were so full of life now held nothing but fright. Something Stoick hasn't seen since Hiccup was a child. Slowly he watched as his son pushed the plate away. "N…Not hungry," he finally said in a low voice.

Ok that was progress…even if it was small. Hopefully Stoick could work with this as he could get his son to talk. As much as he didn't want to the chief needed to know the whole story, he needed to know what exactly happened if he was going to help. "Hiccup I know this is hard for you, but I need you to tell me what exactly happened."

The statement caused the boy to cringe on sight, the whole thing flashing before his very eyes as his breathing increased. How he stabbed the man and…how he…He shook his head as he tried to rid himself of the image, but it kept on playing and in turn caused him to hug his dragon, holding him close. "I…I don't…"

"Please son…I want to help you, but I need to know," Stoick gently insisted, fully knowing this is going to be hard for the boy. Yet, he still needed to know in order to help.

Silence filled the home as Hiccup's breathing is the only thing that could be heard, the distress clearly written on his face as well as his body trembling once more. In the back of his mind he knows his father really is trying to help but thinking back to what happened…he wasn't sure.

Still, he had to, he needed help, and this could be the only way to get it. A lot of emotions and thoughts flooded his mind, and he had no idea how to sort through them, at least not on his own. Besides sometimes talking about the problem could help…how wrong could it be? Taking a few breaths Hiccup tried to push his emotions to the side long enough to explain. "I…I was in the air…issuing out orders to the others."

….

A plasma blast shot out of Toothless mouth as it hit the ground, the force of the impact causing both Outcasts and Berserkers to be knocked off their feet. Feeling pleased with himself Hiccup reached down to give his dragon a pet, "Good job Bud, keep this up and we'll win this in no time!"

The Night Fury nodded as the two then executed the same maneuver again, by diving downward and shooting another plasma bolt. Returning back up high in the air he soon found himself near the Great hall, hovering in place as he took in the darkened surroundings. Pretty much all of Berk's Vikings were slowly driving the enemy back, but that doesn't mean the tide couldn't shift at anytime. Looking out towards the ocean the moon illuminated the sea and he could see more ships incoming: reinforcements.

A Nadder squawk caught his attention as he looked and found Astrid heading his way. She hovered alongside the duo, giving him an update, "They're starting to retreat!"

"Good," Hiccup nodded and pointed towards the ships. "Get the others and take out their reinforcements!"

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'll take care of any stragglers on land," Hiccup responded back. Receiving a nod from the blond, the two then separated to take care of their tasks.

Hiccup maneuvered Toothless to search for more of the enemy, seeing a small group he went to launch another plasma bolt. Gaining some altitude Hiccup circled around the mountain on which the Great Hall stood on top of, ready to do another round. Unfortunately, neither one of them saw the incoming Bolas.

"NO!" the teen cried out as the ropes ensnared his Dragon, effectively wrapping around his wings and maw. As quickly as it happened the duo started to quickly fall down towards land, Toothless taking most of the impact as they crashed down into the rough ground. The force of the impact lurched Hiccup forward, causing him to roll away a few feet as a small amount of pain flared up in his upper body.

Groaning he slowly made it back to his feet, trying to ignore the pain in his side. Quickly trying to regain his composure Hiccup looked and saw his dragon struggling within the tightly wrapped bolas. Not only did he see the wings wrapped up, but his legs as well and the mouth, which could prevent him from moving and calling for help. Quickly rushing over Hiccup pulled out his knife.

"Don't worry bud I got you," Before he could start cutting at the ropes both of Toothless' eyes widen as he tried to get his human's attention, muffled roars coming out as he pointed with his head behind. Catching on Hiccup turned, and face fell.

"Well, well if it isn't Berk's scrawny heir…and his Night Fury," a lone Outcast soldier stood a few yards away, and slowly getting closer.

Eyes locking onto the man Hiccup stood in front of his dragon as a bit of panic started to fill him. No one was around after taking a quick scan, nor could anyone get to him in time to help. There was no time to cut the bolas as he didn't dare take his eyes off the Outcast before him. And with Toothless' mouth shut he couldn't assist him at all, the teen is on his own and now against the enemy. He's the only thing that stood between him and Toothless. He needed to protect his dragon, just like how the Night Fury protected him.

"Dagur will reward me greatly for bringing him the Night Fury's head," the Outcast grinned sinisterly as he moved forward, pulling out his sword as his target was announced.

"Y-You won't get anywhere near him!" Hiccup shouted, holding his dagger forward with both hands. Yet his body betrayed him as his body trembled, showing his fear.

That caused the soldier to laugh, clearly amused and not intimidated. "Oh, like I'm really scared, what can a twig like you do?"

With that Hiccup had no idea what came over him as he charged, trying to slash the man. Only to be rewarded with a strong back hand to the side of his face, the pain from earlier growing stronger as Hiccup was knocked off his feet and fell to the side. "Pathetic," the Outcast frowned, not finding any enjoyment that he had hoped for. Either way killing the Night Fury would be twice as rewarding. Turning towards the bound dragon he slowly made his way towards him.

Sitting up Hiccup held the side of his face, vision slightly blurred from the smack. Thankfully after blinking a few times it cleared up, only for him to pale as he saw the soldier approaching his dragon, intent clear. The boy had to do something, quick, or else Toothless was going to die.

Time slowed down for the teen as his mind tried to think of what to do and be quick about it. Both eyes then locked onto his knife, which was lying on the ground after falling from his hand. One thought came to mind and it was the only thing the lad could think of. His heart started to beat even faster as the mere thought flooded his mind. He didn't want to do it, but he needed to save his Toothless…he needed to save his best friend.

Looking up he could see his dragon struggling to break free of the rope. He too must know what is about to happen and must be scared as well. Why couldn't they leave Toothless alone? Why did they always have to target him? Automatically his body acted on its own, getting up and snatching up his knife. Decision already made Hiccup Pushed his legs as hard as he could and reached the Outcast in seconds and jumped onto his back.

"What in the hel!" he cried out, feeling added weight land on his back, and something wrap around his neck.

Not even hesitating Hiccup raised his knife up and brought it down, not even hearing a choked gasp that followed. Feeling resistance from the downward stab Hiccup figured that the blow was blocked. Moving quickly, he pulled the knife back up and plunged it down once again. Meeting the same resistance, he repeated the move pulling the knife back up and bringing it back down, not knowing that he's slowly littering the man with many stab wounds.

The Outcast felt pain filling his body at a fast pace and did what he could to shake the brat off his back, but he held a tight grip. The more his body is stabbed the more energy is taken from him. Eventually he lost the feeling in his hand and dropped his sword, soon his head started to feel woozy as blood left his body causing his knees to buckle. Falling to his knees he could feel his body going numb, yet the stabs continued.

Hiccup didn't even pause as he felt himself go down, he just kept on stabbing. His mind trying to block out anything that was going on, like he didn't even want to acknowledge what he's doing. Eventually the man fell down to the side, on his back as Hiccup let go of him. Still he took the knife in both hands and kept bringing it down, even though it was not necessary anymore. Hiccup wasn't sure what was going on as he just felt anger, mainly because he was brought to his just because Toothless was in danger. He just kept on going, not stopping even as the life left the Outcast's eyes.

He would have kept going but eventually ran out of steam and his arms tiring. Slowly he took deep breaths trying to recuperate any lost energy, big mistake as his brain finally started to catch up with him. It was then that he felt the wetness on his hands and clothes. Looking down his mouth dropped seeing that they were covered in blood.

Taking his eyes away from himself he then saw the body…no longer moving and covered in stabs…all done by his hand. Both eyes widen as Hiccup got up to his feet and staggered backwards, eyes then looking down at the bloody knife in his hands. His breathing ragged and uneven as he trembled violently…did…did he just…just…his mind couldn't even register the action. Nor could he hear his Dragon's muffled roars. His back hit against something solid as he slid down to the ground.

"What did I do?" he said to himself.

…..

Hiccup squeezed his eyes closed as he buried his face into his hands, nothing but dread coursing through him…and many other feelings. All the while Stoick stood there, shocked at the story related to him. He was surprised to hear his son lose control and stab the Outcast repeatedly, but the wounds matched the story told so it was true. It also explained the bruise on the side of his face. He also understood the circumstances behind the killing and truth be told it was unavoidable. If his son hadn't killed the Outcast, then Berk would be one Night Fury less.

"Why?" Hiccup asked out, voice strained as if he struggled to keep his emotions under control, yet anyone could see that it was a lost battle. "Why do I feel like this?"

"What are you feeling exactly?" Stoick asked, needing to be sure.

"He was going to kill Toothless…so…why do I…feel guilty about it, why do I feel guilty about killing him?" the boy looked up and tears could be seen in his eyes. Hiccup seemed not to care about suppressing his emotions anymore, mainly since he wasn't even sure how or if he should. After finally being able to process this, an overwhelming sense of guilt flooded him. Which only made him more confused than he already was.

"That is normal Hiccup," the chief said, reaching out and placing a hand on his son's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"How?" he asked in disbelief. New territory is being entered and Hiccup had no idea what is what, or how he should be feeling. "Dad, I killed a dragon the size of a mountain and I felt nothing for it…Although I was out cold for the aftermath but…why is this different?"

"Because son, that was a dragon," Stoick said, getting a glare from Toothless as he seemed to take offense to that. The chief only rolled his eyes and continued. "Killing a dragon is different from a human…. You know what a human thinks, where they come from, you understand one. All in all, you know how precious living is. When you kill one it is a reflection upon yourself at how easily it is for you to lose your own life. Your mind automatically then regrets its actions."

Hiccup listened in silence, taking in his father's words but it just made him more confused than he was. If he was regretting his actions, then did that mean it was wrong of him to kill the man? Yet, it was overshadowed by Toothless almost being killed, shy should he feel bad about it? It still didn't make sense. Still his father knows what he's talking about, but he couldn't help but question things. "So, I should feel bad for what I did, even after what…almost happened?"

"No son, what you feel is actually a good thing," Stoick responded back, but only earning a confused look. "Tell me…when you realized what you did, how did you feel? Be honest."

The teen didn't say anything at first, mostly because he didn't even want to think back to that moment again. Still if it helped then he would have to. Seeing the body in his mind and realizing that he did it…it made his stomach churn, and the fear returned as he remembered stabbing the man. Never in his wildest dreams has he thought he was capable of something like that, but it was all real no matter how much he didn't want to believe it. The man's blood is on his hands, and the thought nearly made him hurl once more.

A sudden lick from Toothless made him jump but then calmed down after a moment before petting him. "I…I didn't like it…it made me sick realizing what I did. Seeing… all that blood… on me… knowing I caused that it… it freaked me out."

"Which is a good thing," Stoick said once more and continued before his son could get another word in. "It means that you're one of the few that take no pleasure in taking another's life."

"W-Wait…do you mean there are some that take pleasure in it?" he couldn't help but ask, still nowhere in getting a clear answer. "H-How could anyone like killing?"

"Some people do, believe me on that son. Everyone reacts differently to killing and that difference can determine a lot about them. Some are strong and can endure the mental aspects, some can't cope and crumple under it…and there are the kind that…enjoy it way too much and want to keep doing it…not feeling anything for it," Stoick explained in a serious voice.

"W-Which one are you?" The teen then asked as more curiosity swelled up within him.

Stoick was caught off guard a bit yet didn't answer at first. Sighing heavily as he revealed more about himself, "I don't enjoy it either. I only do it when I have to."

"H-How do you do it then?" Hiccup then asked after a bit of silence, this question made him all ears as he needed to hear this response. Curiosity hitting him as he didn't know how his father could be keeping it together like he does. Especially all the things the chief experienced in his life. "You've killed many times, both dragons and humans, yet it doesn't seem to bother you as much. How do you get rid of all these feelings? C-Can you get rid of them?"

Stoick sighed heavily, fully knowing this would come. He wanted to tell his son that it would be ok, and it'll pass…Give him half-truths that would help, but no, he needed to be truthful even though this piece of news would possibly make him lose hope. He then looked his son right in the eye. "You don't… the feelings you get from killing stays with you for the rest of your life. Every action has a consequence to it… and these emotions you feel are it."

Both of Hiccup's eyes widen as his body stiffens. No, he couldn't have heard his father right, he must have misheard the words…yet why did that feel like the truth? How could his father stand before him all calm and collected when he himself is a basket case of emotions, all from just killing one person!? How can there not be a way to ride himself of these emotions? "B-But how… why?"

"It gets easier with time, as you slowly start to not think about what you did to the point where you can push it out of your mind for the time being. But it'll always come back to haunt you, you just need to be strong enough to not let it consume you," Stoick explained, yet still saw the confusion on his face so he decided to tell him more. "Hiccup I've killed many enemies that have threatened Berk… I've seen things that I wish I could un-see…. but that's not how this works. It still gets to me I'll admit, but I manage to endure it and not let it take over my life."

Hiccup couldn't help but ask once he heard this, more curious than ever. "Is that why I can never sneak up on you while sleeping?"

Stoick just looked at his son, not expecting him to ask that. "Yes… that is one reason. I rather not go into detail but let's just say that I've almost been killed while trying to sleep. Now you need to be strong yourself and not allow this kill to overwhelm you."

"I… I don't know… if I can," Hiccup said truthfully, as he didn't believe in himself. It was good hearing a bit more about his father's own personal ordeals, but it hardly helped him. This is something he has never experienced before, and it was on a whole new level, one that he couldn't handle.

"Hiccup if anyone can get past this it's you," Stoick tried to install confidence, because all in all he believed it himself. "After doing the impossible and ending a three-hundred-year war and being the first Viking to ride a dragon then I know you can be strong enough to endure this. You can beat this and come out fine."

Hiccup remained silent, unsure how to respond to his father. It was surprising that his father has so much confidence in him. The little pep talk had little effect as he didn't believe in himself as much; still he just couldn't do nothing about it. He couldn't give up that easily. "D-Dad… does this… will I… I know that he was going to kill Toothless but was it possible for there to be another way? Another way this could have been prevented and allowing Toothless to still live?"

"That's the thing Hiccup," the chief sighed once more, ready to give him more bad news. Why does this have to be so tough on the boy? "In my opinion on what you told me, you had to do it as there was no way of escaping that fight without someone dying. It was either him or Toothless, and that decision was in your hands."

Hiccup nodded and stayed silent, going over all that was explained to him. "I… I think I understand." Feeling a bit better knowing he made the right choice… wasn't it?

"Just remember something," his son's attention is caught once more. Speaking in a serious yet comforting tone. "I know this may be furthest from your mind, but it should be said. You should never resort to killing unless there's no other option. Your first kill is always the hardest… yet the second is always harder and so on."

Hiccup nodded as he sat there for a bit longer as he mulled over all that was said to him. Yet he got distracted as his stomach growled, indicating that his body wanted food. Looking up at the plate of bread he then reached to grab and eat, finishing it in seconds before downing the water. Thankfully the nausea had left him so he could keep it down. After waiting a few seconds after finishing, without a word, he then stood up and headed for the stairs.

"You ok?" Stoick asked in concern.

"Yes… I'm… just tired," Hiccup responded as he stopped just at the bottom of the stair. He's telling the truth as this all has taken a small toll on him. Yet, part of him didn't wish to continue the conversation as it made him think more about the killing and it just made things more conflicting.

"Is there anything you need at least?" he offered, hoping if there was any way to help comfort his son any more than he already did. "Is the bruise on your face hurting?"

Hiccup reached up and rubbed the sore spot on his face, hiding the wince that would follow. "No, I'll be fine. Doesn't hurt as much.

Stoick nodded, not fully believing him on that, but knows his son wanted to be alone. So, he would let that matter go. Well he wouldn't technically be alone as his dragon would be with him. "Ok, but listen… if you need anything, anything at all, then doesn't hesitate to get me, even if I'm asleep."

Hiccup remained where he was, looking at his father in silence and then nodding, not really having anything more to say. He knew the offer was genuine, but the teen would rather avoid having to do so for the time being. Part of him was glad his father was being so understanding on how he feels and is trying to help him to the best of his ability. He hated to think about how things would have been if this happened before meeting Toothless, maybe not as good as now. Still he was good with this outcome.

"Ok… thank you dad… for the talk." It was then the teen was caught off guard as his father pulled him into a warm embrace. It took a moment for his mind to respond and slowly wrap his arms around the bigger man, both holding it for a bit. This felt nice… and he was glad for it.

"Of course," Stoick said. "Goodnight."

"Night dad," Hiccup ended the hug and conversation as he went upstairs, Toothless following behind.

…

A few minutes later Hiccup sat on his bed, leaning forward with his hands cradling his head. Both eyes were closed and nearly tearing up as he could see himself killing the Outcast once more. Watching himself stab the man over and over again… seeing the man's face… just… looking at him. Those eyes…all devoid of life, just staring right back.

He then opened his eyes.

Toothless sat before him, the dragon's green eyes focused right on him as he looked worried. The teen didn't know why but as he is alone with his dragon nothing, but dread filled him. It seemed as if the realization of the situation finally hitting him: If he hadn't killed the man… then it would be just him sitting in this room, and the black dragon wouldn't be there. This caused his heart to ache in worry, as it fully hit him.

He had no idea what came over him, but he just flung himself at his Dragon, wrapping his arms around the scaly neck. The Night Fury jumped at the action, looking down with big eyes, startled. "T-Toothless… I could have lost you If I hadn't killed him… he would have killed you."

Toothless cooed at his rider, knowing full well what he was talking about. He nuzzled the human and wrapped his fore paws around him. Nothing was said as a few soft sobs left the boy's mouth, and hot tears landed on the dry scales. They held this embrace for a bit before Hiccup pulled away softly, standing up and pacing around the room. His mind flinging back to the guilt he felt, and how he should be justified in what happened.

"I Still don't get it… I mean… he would have killed you… I had to do it but why do I have to pay for it? Why did Odin have to make it like this?" he said out loud and since his dragon is the only one present it was a one-sided conversation. "Dad says it's normal to feel this guilt but… Is that really true? If not does this make me a bad person?"

Toothless looked back and just shook his head. Fully knowing his rider isn't a bad person and in fact is the opposite. Too bad he couldn't say that in words.

"I just want to forget about this…but I doubt that's going to happen as the whole village heard me… they know what I did…But… Does that mean they'll expect more of me? Would…Would it mean they would expect me not to be affected by it as I am now…that I can't be seen as weak around them… or… be expected to kill again?" Hiccup thought about this worryingly. Being the chief's son, some may expect him to be taking lives already, maybe even earlier.

Once again Toothless shook his head, making Hiccup sigh, but then stopped pacing as he realized something.

"Oh, and the others!" he groaned at the thought of his friends came to him. He was curious as to how they would act towards him now. Snotlout and the twins would probably be ecstatic for him or the like. Maybe even want to celebrate it like it's a big affair. Yet how would Fishlegs and Astrid treat him? Would the be understanding and gentle about it? A lot of unknowns he rather not face at all. Still in the end only one thing mattered as he's still a big mess.

"I can't let anyone see me like this… not all… confused and scared," he sighed with his shoulders slumped. Ever since becoming the Dragon Conquer, well Dragon Trainer, a lot more was expected of him. Granted he was glad not to be considered useless anymore, but still it meant he had to prove himself in order not to earn back that title. Killing another man just added more expectations onto his shoulders. One he wouldn't be able to uphold.

"I can't show any weakness… I can't let anyone see how much this affected me. I have to be strong… I have to beat this and prove this isn't getting to me… prove it to dad as he put so much faith in me…and to myself especially," he said to himself as he let out a yawn, which reminded himself the reason why he came up.

Toothless saw this as well and decided it was time to go to sleep as well. Receiving one last pet from his rider the dragon went over to his slab of rock, circling it before lying back down on it. Once comfortable the Night Fury's ears and eyes perked as he found his human kneeling before him. A curious warble escaped him as he wasn't sure what else he could want.

"I'm sorry bud but… I just don't feel like sleeping alone after… you know," the human explained, not even sure if the dragon understood any of that. Yet, little did he know is that the dragons could understand everything, and Toothless agreed with this.

Shifting around a bit Toothless then reached out with a forepaw and brought his human in closer. Hiccup was caught off guard as he was brought into the dragon's embrace, and slowly ended up lying down on the stone slab. The dragon's wing wrapping up around him protectively, like a blanket. All in all, it wasn't really necessary as the scaly skin produced enough warmth as it was, but Hiccup wasn't complaining.

Eventually Hiccup got comfortable, being embraced by his dragon and closed his eyes, not knowing what was to come as he slept. Toothless on the other hand, held the human close, giving a small nuzzle. He completely understood what happened today and was grateful to be here to help his friend. Right before he too fell asleep, he let out a small warble.

"Thank you for saving my life,"is what the dragon had said.

A/U: Hope you like. How did you like this turn of events? I thought it would be a good touch Toothless comforting Hiccup. But also can any of you guess where Hiccup could be going with his new mindset? I don't want to give away anything so I can't really comment on it. Once again if i got some facts wrong I apologize as that's the best I could do. Still I hope you all like this so please leave a comment and let me know how the story is going so far. I appreciate the feedback.