Wow, ok, been a while. How is everyone? (Those of you who haven't given up on this story anyway). I've had a kind of hectic couple of months, back to school, job searches, family drama, blah blah. Anywho, I am back with another chapter, bigger and badder than any other before. Trying a slightly new style for paragraphs plus this one is a hell of a lot longer than those that came before.

IMPORTANT- I think that its fairly obvious but worth making absolutely clear; conversations between Hiccup and any other dragon are of course in the dragon tongue. Further, all of Hiccups musings and inner thoughts are in the dragons language much as you or I think in English or French or Spanish or whatever language you happen to be most comfortable in.

In places where speech type may get confusing I have made the dragon speech BOLD and italicized

Now without any more rambling

Toothless and I peered out from behind the cover of the jungles edge at what had just docked on the beach. What we had thought to be clouds were actually great white sails akin to what my mother had often described in her stories, and the brown bit underneath were the hulls of three large ships each alone bigger than the wreckage on the east side of the nest.

I watched with rapt interest as the people, vikings mother had called them, the first to disembark was a man, he walked down the wooden path that had been lowered from the ship. He stepped down cautiously looking around as though he expected to be attacked. I watched with interest as he ventured a short distance from his ship, once he made it about five meters he seemed to relax. He turned and called to his crew that it was "all clear."

As he said it more vikings began making their way off the ship, burly men and women all toting axes and swords and in some cases weird double tipped axes.

What were those things for? They were shaped kind of like a double axe but the metal was dull and longer than a normal axe. Instead of a blade each side came to a pointed tip. It was a weird impractical weapon, these people were strange. Then somebody caught my attention, stepping off onto the sand was a girl.

She looked to be about my age and for whatever reason instantly had my attention. There was something about her that made it impossible to look away. I stared fixedly as she moved forward towards the rest of the vikings, the way her long dark hair swept past her shoulder and her plated skirt fit around her hips. How her padded shirt hugged her form and her hips moved when she walked.

I was snapped out of my trance by Toothless who had nudged me and started to laugh. I felt suddenly embarrassed and shoved my brother. He took a step to steady himself and his foot came down right on a dead branch.

Crack, the sound of the snapping log rang out and instantly every eye on the beach was trained on the patch of greenery we were hidden in. Deadly still I looked out again at all the new people that were like me. They had weapons raised and suspicion in their eyes.

All conversation had stopped, the girl motioned for at her comrades and began moving towards our hiding spot weapons raised. Time to go I muttered, and Toothless and I turned and vanished into the brush. I watched them search for us from the high branches of a nearby pine, they were crunching around and stabbing at anything that moved.

I had thought that they might be friendly but it was quickly becoming apparent that this wasn't the case. From their conversation I gathered that they harbored deep feelings of resentment and hatred for my brethren.

"If I see so much as a dragons tail fin then I'll be the one to kill it!" I bristled and reflexively bared my teeth. How dare they speak of killing a dragon? I had had my share of fights but they had always been provoked, this man seemed almost joyous at the prospect of killing.

"This is my first voyage" came another higher pitched voice, "my mother entrusted me with secondary combative authority, if a dragon is found then the kill is mine." She glared at the man who had spoken and crossed her arms over her chest. The man laughed a deep hearty laugh "of course m'lady" he bowed somewhat mockingly and then ruffled her hair.

"Stop that! I'm not a little girl anymore Thurg!" She huffed and pulled away from the large man "and just plain Camicazi is fine." He laughed at her again "well Camicazi" he accentuated her name, "I do believe whatever it was has fled, shall we return to the others and get started?"

She narrowed her eyes at him but nodded, and I watched as they tromped back through the woods. These people were very strange, big and loud and aggressive, but I was inexplicably drawn to them.

They were like me and mother, she had told me of others like herself, like how I used to be. Even that she herself had once belonged to a tribe of people. She had never gone into detail and I had never cared much to ask, but now looking down on these strangers I wished I knew more.

I followed silently, easily keeping up with the staggered pace of the small group. I noticed that this Camicazi girl was much more adept at moving through the brush. Her small form leaped over obstacles and twirled around trees, I almost missed a step as I watched her weaving back towards the beach. She was still making noise and her pace was pathetic compared to normal, but her companions were far worse.

This must be why there was nobody here, these big strange viking people had scared off all of the dragons. There were feather cousins (mom called them birds), tree climbers (squirrels), and I'd even seen a few tooth snouts but there were no dragons anywhere to be found.

As they reached the sand I stopped in a tall tree by the edge so that I could still make out conversation and keep them within sight.

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I had been following the large group for nearly an hour now. There were exactly thirty-one vikings, including the girl. Each was carrying a large bag on their backs and many were also helping to drag big carts. I followed silently in the trees as they stumbled through along the jungle path. Where were they going?

We passed the cave and continued on towards where Toothless and I had first landed. Finally they reached the clearing in front of the crumbled foot of the small cliffs and came to a halt.

"Alright!" called out the burly viking from before (Thurg was it?) "Lets get camp set up and get to it!" He paused "remember, we are only here for three weeks!"

I watched them for the rest of the evening as they set about putting up strange shelters and erecting odd platforms and other wooden mechanisms. By the time darkness had set in they had created a small patchwork of structures and had fires burning in a central area with racks of food around the fire pits.

I watched the girl as she disappeared into one of the structures. I had a sudden urge to follow her, to say hello. I wanted to know these people, learn more about who and what they were. Where they lived, why they were here, did they really hate dragons as much as it seemed?

So many questions flit through my mind so many mysteries unsolved, it made me almost giddy for a moment. Then I remembered their weapons, their boastful talk of killing my brethren. My skin crawled and I shook my head.

Without a look back I took off through the trees to find my brother. But the questions remained, I would be back.

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The days passed and Toothless and I stayed mostly clear of the intrusive Vikings. We could hear them from our cave and saw them chipping away into the mountain side with their weird axes. They were loud and annoying but despite my brother's numerous attempts to get us to leave I couldn't quite do it.

I wanted to know more about them, to know where they come from, to learn about these weird new people. So after half a dozen moons passing I decided to return to their camp.

I crept slowly and cautiously from the forests edge, crouched on all fours I slunk to the outer edge of the viking camp. Ears on alert and head on a swivel I approached the first of the crude structures. I edged around to the opening and peered inside the little den.

There was a man and a woman asleep, laid out under a cover of furs. How odd, were they cold? Mother got cold in the winter time but our firs were usually used to lay on not under, and it's not like they didn't have fire. Why sleep away from the fire? If they were cold enough for firs surely they would also have been sleeping next to the fires? Maybe they just found it more comfortable?

It was puzzling, though it made sense that they would be more like mother then me. Maybe THIS had been her people? I frowned, why was I so different?

Shrugging I realized that I didn't much care, I turned away and made my way silently further into camp. I passed more sleepy dens and more than one of those weird axes that I had seen them digging with. Past snoring openings and racks of clothes.

I soon found myself next to the fire and more intriguingly, a rack of meat. It smelled odd and I stood up a bit, cautious in making myself more visible, and sniffed at the brown tooth snout flesh. It looked weird too, there was no red and it looked dry. I poked it and found that it was hard and dry, why had they cooked it?

It's the same thing mom had done to hers that day Toothless and I had brought one back to the nest. Looking back I remembered more clearly the smell of the good meat being burned. I frowned "kooked" I think se had called it. I thought about the Norse word, there was no equivalent in the dragon tongue. Probably because it was a stupid thing to do.

Tentatively I ripped off a small piece of the burned meat and took a bite. I spit it out immediately and threw it into the fire. Why did they like that?

Moving on I made my way over to a large den in front of the middle fire. Peeking inside I saw that this one belonged to the girl I had seen. She was sleeping tangled and partially covered in her furs and as I watched she rolled over and exposed one of her long legs.

I should move, I mentally kicked myself to get going but I was transfixed. My eyes moved from her bare foot up all the way to where her thigh met her dress, my gaze moved on past the cover of fur to her face and a weird feeling entered my stomach.

It was a feeling that I had once felt when I looked at Shimmer in the sun, but this was much stronger. I was unconsciously leaning forward when suddenly I lost my grip on the entrance way.

My other hand hit the ground with a soft thud and I was immediately out the door and on all fours sprinting for the trees. I gained the comforting safety of the upper branches and made sure that I was completely hidden before looking back down to the small doorway from which I had fled.

The girl, Camicazi, had stepped just out of the opening and was looking around. Shit, she had almost seen me. Stupid! I told myself. I watched as she gazed suspiciously around for another minute before finally giving up and returning to her den.

That had been too close, time to head back. With a last glance over my shoulder I took off for the cave trying to decide how to best share my discoveries with my brother.

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It was the next night and I was back at the edge of the viking camp. Resolved to be more careful tonight I eagerly awaited the shroud of darkness and the sounds of sleep.

I didn't have to wait long and just over an hour later I deemed it safe to drop down from my perch. Avoiding the one guard I slipped silently into the dimply lit campsite.

I found my way to a large tent that had the flap open and tentatively peeked inside. There were two vikings asleep and snoring on some firs but all else was silent. Slowly I crept into the small space, I carefully and silently moved around the strange space.

There were their weird horned helmets, a rack that held a few of the tools and a battle axe. There were body coverings like mom wore as well as bowls and plates. I quickly decided to grab a few things, I took one of the helmets as well as piece of dried meat to show Toothless and then hefted a digger axe onto my shoulder and quickly exited the shelter.

Over the next few weeks I returned multiple times, stealing, observing, and learning about these strange people that so resembled myself. It didn't take long for them to notice that stuff was going missing and they posted more guards, but I was careful and never got caught.

Then the end of their three weeks arrived and I followed their progress back through the jungle to their docking point. Their packs now considerably lighter and their wagons now loaded with stone I watched as they loaded everything back onto the ships. The girl was last to board and before disappearing she turned to gaze out over the beach. Her gaze swept right past my hiding place and I shuddered at the intensity in her eyes, but she didn't see me and abruptly turned, shouted something, and was gone.

That's when I made up my mind, I had to follow them.

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Toothless and I landed in the cliff cave on the far side of the island. It had been a week since landing in the Vikings world. A week where I had been too shocked and intimidated to enter the village. For that's where the girls ships had led, to an entire village of Vikings.

Mother had told me that this was how these people lived but seeing it was all together and entirely different. They moved and slept and worked in and around large wooden structures. Hatchlings, no children, played in the spaces between and men and women rushed around. There were no trees and even the fully grown Vikings rarely strayed beyond the confines of their trampled earth and barren paths.

Sometimes they would come to the edge of the forest and cut wood, or to the edge of the cliffs and pick berries, but for the most part they were bizarrely self contained.

I saw the girl Camicazi a few times, laughing with some other vikings about our age, walking purposefully with an important looking large woman, and once even sneaking into a hut and coming out with an armful of clothes. I grinned as I recalled her hunched form dropping from the window.

She was stealthier than most of the others and over the course of the week I found myself watching her whenever she was around.

I shook my head and lay up down sleep, Toothless at my back and the open ocean in front of me I curled up for the night.

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Weeks passed and I grew accustomed to my new daily schedule; wake up, dive for a fish, eat, watch the vikings, hunt with Toothless (usually fish), go for a flight, explore the island, watch the vikings, return to the sea cave.

These became my daily pattern and with the endless supply of entertainment supplied by this lands strange inhabitants I was rarely bored. The vikings had their own ways of doing everything.

Walking, eating, sleeping, playing, fighting, hunting. It was all so alien, yet still I dedicated my hours to studying and learning the whys and hows of this new world.

It had been about two moon cycles since Toothless and I had arrived and I was sitting in a branch unusually close to the viking village. The nearest house being no more than ten meters away I knew that I was cutting it close.

But it was late and I figured that the shadows would hide me enough. The vikings seemed to have eyes like mother with poor night vision.

Just then I noticed another figure, she was sneaking around the outside edge of one of the nearby huts. I immediately recognized one of the few vikings I knew by name, I watched as Camicazi climbed the wall of the building, alighting on the chimney gracefully she moved almost silently across the thatched roof.

Watching intently I failed to realize that I was leaning in towards the proceedings and -SNAP- the small branch (more of a twig really) broke off under my weight. In an instant I was gone, reemerging ten meters along the treeline to see if Camicazi had noticed.

She had indeed. She was frozen in place staring intently at the spot where I had been. She scrunched her eyes focusing on the surrounding area. Finally she relaxed again and muttered that it was probably just a bird.

From my new vantage point, and being much more cautious, I watched as she slipped from the roof down to a window ledge and then, with a final backwards glance, disappeared within.

Taking note of the buildings appearance I noticed that it was the very same one she always seemed to return to. If this was her home though then why was she sneaking in?

Perhaps others were asleep within? Like the large woman that was probably her mother?

Or maybe she wasn't supposed to be out late and so didn't want to be caught?

Either way I didn't much care and so, seeing no further gain from sitting around an already explored and sleeping village, I turned back in the direction of my temporary home. Maybe Toothless would want to go flying.

It was about a month after my close call with Camicazi and Toothless and I were gliding around the island above the dark clouds. I had been watching the vikings less and less over the past month, mostly trying to decide if I wanted to reveal myself to them.

These are where my thoughts were as we glided past a tall fluffy column, what would I even say to them? 'Hi! I'm Hiccup I want to learn more about you! Please don't kill me or my brother!'

I sighed, from what I'd heard about their view of dragons we would be bound, restrained, and possibly killed before I had time to explain anything.

As I was about to suggest that we head back for the night I suddenly heard another presence. Many presences actually. Looking towards the direction of the sound I glared through the thick clouds. Although I couldn't see anything through the thick air I could sense what was coming.

Dragons, a lot of them.

Toothless swerved to make for land but it was too late, they were upon us. They pored out from the cloud bank and with them came the noise.

Now in full effect and undiluted by either distance or clouds, I felt the sudden urge to fly down to the viking camp to pillage and loot as much food as possible. I had a deep desire, a need to get my hands on as much food as possible.

Toothless and I followed the twenty or so other dragons and dove down through the cloud cover. As a unit we descended upon the viking village, the same people that I had spent months observing, the ones I resented for their hate of my kind, the people whose minds I had hoped I could sway.

All those feelings were gone, all I wanted was to find and take as much food as possible. Swooping low Toothless landed atop one of the tall viking structures with a loud screech.

I dropped, swinging myself around the edge of the roof I kicked a startled viking in the chest and sent him flying from the platform and off the cliff into the sea. Startled the other viking turned and blew loudly into a tube looking thing.

The resulting sound was a long loud note that bellowed out across the still evening. Angrily I leaped onto his half turned back grasping his head in my strong hands I gave a sharp twist and felt a cack of bones.

The body fell limp and as I came down with it I was suddenly jarred. What on earth was I doing?

Horrified I looked wildly around for Toothless, all around were dragons wreaking havoc. Flying in and out of homes, burning wooden structures, making off with sheep and barrels of fish.

Then, there! Toothless was standing on the top of a nearby roof screeching at a group of terrified looking hatchlings who were cowering in the space between two of the viking constructs.

I leaped from the wooden tower wishing that I had my wings with me. I landed in a roll on the closest home and sprinted across the roves until I reached my deranged brother. Getting there just as he was about to pounce I laid a hand on his flank.

He whipped his head to glare at me and I knew something was still off. His pupils were dilated and his eyes had a glassy sheen over them. I knew he was still under whatever influence had been controlling me. "Hey!" I shouted at him, "its me, nap out of it! We have to get out of here!"

He seemed about to take a snap at me when all of a sudden his pupils grew back to a normal size and he suddenly looked bewildered. Crooning in apology he looked down at the terrified and confused viking hatchlings.

"What is going on?" He started as I swung up to his back. "What was that?"

I shook my head and voiced my own confusion. Looking around the vikings were rallying and starting to fight back.

"I don't know, but we had better get out of here."

So Toothless turned upward and shot up into the night sky. Getting to a height above the top of the watchtower I let out a small sigh of relief, it should be dark enough to conceal our escape.

Then I saw it, out of the darkness came a flying metal ball. It wasn't huge but it was covered in small spikes and hurtling towards our intended path.

Shouting a warning I lunged forward trying to put myself between my brother and the deadly projectile. I hugged myself to Toothless's neck and braced for impact.

Barely a second had passed between when I had seen the projectile and when it came slamming into me. I felt it tear into the flesh just below my right shoulder. It dug into my toughened skin and I gasped, arching as pain racked through my body.

Big mistake, a millisecond later Toothless let out a pained screech. There must have been another ball, one that I missed.

Through my haze of pain I felt us plummeting towards the earth. Toothless had his left wing sticking straight out in an obvious effort to keep from simply curling it to his body.

I couldn't quite see clearly but the second spiked ball seemed to be lodged at the base of my brothers wing. I held onto him tightly as we fell closer and closer to the hard unforgiving ground.

As we were about to hit I made one final effort, reaching out I pulled the back of my brothers wing out causing us to catch suddenly in the air. We shot out parallel to and inches from the tops of the trees.

We hit a branch with a jolt and spun forward into a clearing. The world spinning I made out a thick crack in the earth beneath us. Falling we hit the cliff face and I became dislodged from Toothless's back.

We fell screeching for another few seconds before I was enveloped in cool stinging darkness.

Was this death? Had I hit the ground and this is what it was like to slowly fade from this world?

No. It hurt to much to be death.

I gasped, my lungs filling with water as my eyes snapped back open.

How long had I been under? Seconds? Minutes?

It felt like it could've been days, but I was not yet dead and so I stuck my head to the light and kicked furiously for the surface.

Reaching air I retched, expelling water and gulping in much needed air. Looking around frantically I did not see my brother. Taking a deep breath I dove back beneath the dark water.

Even my eyes could barely make anything out down here but then I saw him. He was already ten meters down and only getting further away.

Goal laid out before him and ignoring the burning pain in his side he dove further down after his brother. It took him ten seconds to catch up and by then they were easily twenty meters down (how damn deep was this thing?) and Toothless was out cold.

Maneuvering around so that I was chest to chest with him I hooked my arms under my brother's forelegs and with every ounce of strength I had left kicked at a diagonal upwards towards the surface and the closest bank.

Nearly three and a half minutes later they broke the surface. Gasping and coughing up water I dragged myself and Toothless a meter up the rocky bank.

Then I collapsed, legs and arms failing under me and side on fire, I sunk into darkness.

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It was an indiscernible amount of time later when I was roused by a lick to my side. It caused my wound to flare up in pain and I howled instinctively retreating away from the cause of my sudden hurt.

I blearily opened my eyes to see a concerned and pained Toothless looking down at me. He was slumped to the ground but had apparently been trying to help to both heal and wake me.

"you saved our lives" he stated. "I'm so sorry that I-" I cut him off "hey that thing hit your wing, nothing you could have done." I grimaced "besides, both alive aren't we?"

He just looked more miserable "no thanks to me."

"I grinned yeah well without you we wouldn't have had wings at all so I still count you as pretty important to the whole not dying thing." I tried to smile but it came out as more of a grimace.

After comparing notes on what had happened it seemed like we had fallen under whatever trick was controlling all those other dragons to raid the vikings, then been hit out of the sky and crash landed in a ravine of some kind.

Rolling painfully over so that my feet were facing the water and I was looking towards the sky I saw that we were indeed at the bottom of a small tear in the earth. Of course small is relative, it was about twenty-five meters up, twenty meters wide and thirty-five meters long.

Judging by the scuff marks on the cliff and what I recalled from the night before we were on the bank furthest from the viking village and almost right underneath where we had first hit the wall.

About ten meters to our left the ravine ended in a pile of boulders and then rocky cliff.

To the right about fifteen/twenty meters away and on the other side of the ravine was a small waterfall. It was really more of a small stream of water that shot from the rocks and emptied into the small lake. The lake took up the entire middle portion of the ravine and ran all the way to to the cliff on the waterfall side.

The effect was like a giant curved claw whose ends had been squished almost together and whose resulting negative space had been filled with water.

It was rather beautiful actually and under different circumstances I probably would have rather loved it.

As it was It was hard to get around the whole crashing and almost drowning part of our arrival.

With a sigh and a grunt of pain I attempted to sit up, big mistake, I fell back to the ground groaning in pain. Chancing a glance to the source I noticed that a large chunk was missing from my side right below my right shoulder. The spiked ball had torn through my flesh and although it hadn't stuck inside me it had left a bloody gory mess where had once been flesh, muscle, and veins.

Laying my head back down I mumbled something about exhaustion and figuring it out later before falling again into unconsciousness.

I awoke again and it was nearly dark, Toothless was breathing heavy beside me and the sun had already disappeared behind the opening of our small chasm.

The pain in my side seemed to have dulled slightly, whether from actually healing or just from the numbing of the nerves I couldn't be sure but I was able to slowly scoot my way over to where my brother lay.

His left wing was stuck out away from him at an odd angle. He must have been hit in a last second attempt to spin out of the line of fire. If only I had seen it sooner.

I looked closer and found that the spiked ball was still lodged under his wing. Right where the underside base of his wing met his side the metal imperfect orb had burrowed past his thick scales.

Probably aided by our spinning motion it was deeper than mine had gone and most noticeably, still there.

Softly (being sure to go nowhere near the wound) I began to shake my brother. As he began to stir he also started to moan in pain, his wing twitched and he winced. "Toothless that viking ball from yesterday is still in your wing, I have to pull it out."

After a bit of a fuss he finally agreed, "fine but then we are leaving, getting off this island, no more vikings."

I nodded my head immediately "absolutely, this has been nothing but trouble and pain." I couldn't agree more.

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Steeling myself I leaned in over my brother bracing my feet on the edge of the rock he was lying on. Digging my heels in I grasped the cool piece of metal in my good hand, (thank god the ball had disabled my right) I ignored the sharp pain in my palm.

Toothless shuddered at the touch and then winced and yelped at the increased movement. I slowly adjusted my grip on the jagged weapon and then with all my strength gave it a sudden yank. Out it came in my hand with a shluck sound that was lost amidst my brother´s roars of agony.

He curled his wing to his body and lay perfectly still, moaning in pain just cradling his wound. As it had come free I had fallen backwards and was now on my back once again looking at open sky.

The bloody viking ball was grasped tightly in my hand, my brother´s blood dripping down my fingers. What kind of monsters would make a weapon like this?

I glanced down at the bronze object that was the source of our pain, an object designed to wound, to cause as much pain and crippling damage as possible. It wasn't meant to kill, wasn't for hunting or simply intimidation. No, it was built to get something to fall to the ground still alive, damn any consequences or pain that it caused.

Dragons kill for food, to protect themselves, or to protect their own. But we didn't harm other things needlessly, it enraged me. Who were these vikings if they would do something like this to another creature.

For the first time my hatred of these people overshadowed my curiosity, had there been a viking in the chasm in that moment there was no doubt in my mind that I would have killed them. We had to get out of here and I told Toothless so.

An hour later I nudged Toothless to see if he could lift his wing enough to get us out. He shakily stood up and though it was his wings that we needed I envied him the full use of his legs.

He cautiously move his wing and immediately growled out letting it fall back to its curled position. "Well" he smiled grimly "won´t be flying anywhere for a while."

I frowned if he couldn't fly then how were we going to get out of here? I could probably climb the walls but definitely not with Toothless. Also, I winced as my side flared in pain, I wasn't even so sure I could climb it at all.

Gingerly I made my way off the rocks and across the grass until I was standing an arm length away from the nearest cliff wall. holding my arm close to my side I stepped op onto the rocky face. pulling myself up with my good arm I gasped out in pain, it was excruciating, muscles tried to pull where they no longer existed. It wasn't just the use of my arm that had been ripped away but also an entire section of muscle.

I grit my teeth and hissed at the rock but I kept climbing. Five minutes later after what felt like an eternity I had reached a pathetic height of only about five meters. Through the haze of pain I suddenly felt my side and lower shoulder spasm, I lost my grip and fell to the earth. I twisted landing on my good side but the impact still felt like I had been hit by a Gronkle at top speed.

My side exploded and I couldn't stop the roar of pain and anger that followed. We were trapped down here, stuck in a pit in the earth and dangerously close to what I now saw were our greatest enemies.

It was evening before I finally rejoined Toothless by the lake and responded to his worried inquiries about my wound. Turning to him I sunk my head low, "I got us into this mess, now I can´t even get us out." I thought of my lack of forethought and then of my lack of wings, if only I had the full body of a dragon I could simply fly us out of here. Why was I such a failure?

Before I could voice my self hatred and rage I felt a weight settle by my side. Toothless brushed my side gently "there is nothing to apologize for," looked into my eyes and I started back almost blankly. "WE got into this mess, together, and WE will find a way out, I know it."

I looked up at him gratefully but he wasn't finished, "we are brothers and if you think that I see any less of you because you look somewhat like them then you SHOULD be apologizing, but not for 'failing' and not for not having your own damn wings." I looked up at my brother and a smile tugged at my lips, I rose to my feet and embraced him, rubbing my head and neck to his in a gesture that was more powerful and full of love than any words could possibly have been.

I let my eyes close and simply took comfort in the fact that at least we were still together.

Suddenly my eyes snapped open and my gaze shot up across the lake to the lip of the ravine. There, crouched in the shadow of a lone tree and staring straight back at me, Camicazi.

Hehe, sorry for the sudden stop. Well no, not really. But thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Wonder what will happen with the vikings?

I know its not perhaps the vikings you were hoping for but never fear, they will come. It also does not mean that this will end up being a HiccupXCamicazi fic. May be her, maybe a different her, maybe no one. Haven't actually made up my mind yet.

Last but not least, please do leave a review (hey that rhymed). Let me know your thoughts, your hopes, your dreams. Any feedback is good feedback (even when it's criticism). Thanks for inspiring me to keep writing and I'll see you all next time!