A/N: It's nice to know that I have such good taste in music! I've heard that…from multiple reviewers! LOL

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The wind and rain had picked up outside their makeshift home, the pine tree's needles bending low against the force of the gusts. Water lashed at the leaves, Toothless watching wearily as they were stripped from the bark underneath the strain. Thunder clapped loudly in the distance, shaking the island with its booming echo as the dragon winced away. His green eyes turned slightly worried, the Night Fury turning and looking over at Hiccup and Astrid with a concerned look. But the two were still fast asleep, dead to the world and even deaf to the storm raging around them. They were curled up together for warmth, neither of them even flicking an eyelid at the noises ravaging the island. It was impressive and yet jolting at the same time.

Wings twitching with nervousness at his sides, Toothless started forward, picking his way through the den as he made for the two teens. Maneuvering in the somewhat-cramped space was difficult enough; it pretty much multiplied in difficulty when you were a dragon. Branches and needles poked at him uncomfortably as he tried his best to swerve around them, an irritated growl rumbling in his throat as his green eyes flared. Ducking and skirting, he rounded the thick trunk of the tree, leaning down and hovering over the pair of kids with a small coo.

His green eyes roved them carefully, trying to pick out new or worsened injuries. After everything that had happened up to now, Toothless was worried that Hiccup had reopened one of his wounds from before. Or that Astrid had split open her side from her fall into the ocean, and she was just too proud to admit it. Putting his nose down until it was almost touching Hiccup's side, Toothless weighed them both with a grim look on his face.

Astrid sported a new gash on her cheek, though it had stopped bleeding a long time ago, it looked. She looked fine except for the new shade of pale that her skin had adopted after her supposed fall into the ocean. Her hair was still a little wet, and the water was leaking through the tops of the tree wasn't really doing much to help her damp state. The girl let out an occasional shiver every once and a while, but Hiccup must have taken away a lot of the cold with his own self.

Though with the two so close together, Toothless couldn't get a good look at Hiccup, which made him all the more anxious. Plus, Ludi was curled up close to the boy's shoulder, her head tucked into the boy's neck as she snored lightly. Toothless gave a small sigh, ears flattening to his head as he looked at Hiccup despairingly. The boy had made it clear that he wanted the others to get a good sleep in before they tried the next phase of their plan. But how could Toothless let himself go to sleep when he wasn't sure at all whether or not Hiccup was in pain? He kneaded his paws against the ground in a flustered fashion, frowning as he looked this way and that; the dragon looked as though he were trying to find a solution to his newfound problem. But all that he saw was the sleeping form of Mistyeyes, light snores coming from the dragoness as she curled up a little tighter to herself.

Wait a minute…where was Nightflight? Toothless straightened, blinking rapidly as he scanned the area around himself with a suddenly surge of panic. Had she wandered off or something? Cursing the gods, Toothless started to rush forward, branches and twigs stabbing into his sides as he did so. If Nightflight had gone off by herself, she was a goner. She'd walk off the edge of Berk and take a sharp tumble down into the ocean. Then what would Hiccup say!? He'd be furious! He'd be shocked! He'd be-

"I'm still here." A sudden voice sighed from behind. Toothless stopped short, starting as he whirled around, heart pounding against his ribcage. His green eyes immediately locked with another pair, the dragon's eyes landing on Nightflight with a rush of relief. He staggered slightly, feeling the tension leave his shoulders altogether as he saw her. The night was so dark that she almost blended in completely with the black sky, only her thin outline visible underneath the cloudy moon. Her ears flicked back and forth, Toothless blinking at the movement. Was she angry?

But then he realized that her whole body was twitching. She shivered every so often, form trembling as she shuffled her legs closer to her body self-consciously. Toothless hesitated a moment, awkwardness crackling like lightening between the two dragons. But finally he forced his voice into action, speaking up and breaking the silence as best he could. "Are you cold?" He asked softly, wincing a little as he spoke. Not for the first time, he thanked his lucky stars that she was unable to see anymore. It was bad enough that he had to be with her again; if she could see how worked up he was because of it, he would probably try and throw himself off the nearest cliff. If only to get out of his embarrassment.

"No." She asked, voice low as she looked down at the ground. She gave another shiver, closing her eyes tightly as she ducked her head down to her chest. Toothless's mouth pulled down into a much more worried frown as he studied her carefully. She kept on shivering, but the Night Fury realized that it wasn't from the cold. She was scared. The first thought that he had was to roll his eyes, feeling irritation at her incompetence build like a wall in the back of his throat. But as he stared at her, the feeling melted rapidly, as fast as ice did when placed in full view of the sun.

Of course she was scared; she had every right to be. She was blinded, without any way of seeing whatever was going on around them. She was confused and shocked, having to concentrate twice as hard as everyone else to perform the simplest tasks. This, accompanied with the fact that the only hope of surviving was with people that weren't sure at all about her, it seemed like she had a legitimate reason to be frightened. Swallowing back the words that had been lining up on his tongue, he forced them out of his thoughts. Instead, he made his voice much gentler than before, sitting down carefully and eyeing Nightflight as he spoke.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

But Nightflight merely let out a small laugh. "That's an odd question for you to ask." She commented. Toothless started to bristle uncomfortably, but blanched as he saw a small gleam of amusement in her cloudy eyes. Outside, lightening struck itself across the sky, lighting up the night and casting a beam of white across the pair, making it seem like midmorning instead of midnight. Toothless winced, already sensing the incoming explosion before it happened. Almost as soon as he did, thunder ripped across the sky, making the dragon's teeth rattle with its sharp boom. But Nightflight hadn't expected it, jerking backwards with surprise as she fell over with a squeak.

Toothless straightened, ears perking with shock at the sudden movement. Nightflight had fallen right through the screen of the pine tree, falling into the mud outside of it with an amplified sucking noise. The rain immediately soaked her head to toe, Toothless watching with a sense of awkward humor as she picked herself up, spitting out the wet dirt with a groan of disgust. She turned with difficulty, grimacing as another shock of thunder rolled across the hills. Staggering her way back inside the tree, she shrugged herself underneath the drooping branches, doing her best to shake herself off without spraying a lot of water around to the people that were still asleep. Frankly, Toothless wondered how in the world anybody could sleep through a gale such as this.

Nightflight sat down with a heavy thud, ears slicking back to her head as she dug her claws into the ground. Toothless started forward, already feeling waves of sadness leaving the dragoness as she hunched her shoulders tightly. But she spoke up first, stopping the male in his tracks. "I must look so pathetic to you, now." She managed, eyes glistening with pain and misery as she looked up at him. Her sightless eyes bored into his own, causing the dragon to momentarily forget she was blinded. She stared at him for so long, that Toothless started to expect himself to be drawn into her, just like he always was. But this was a different kind of stare; Nightflight merely looked at him with longing, begging him to understand her case. But Toothless realized that it didn't matter. Her stare was memorizing either way. Finally, she turned away with a sigh, flicking a piece of mud off of her paw with an irritated expression. "I've gone from a strong Night Fury to jumping from little noises like thunder." A disappointed scowl overcame her face. "I'm the equivalent of a Terrible Terror now."

"No you aren't." Toothless assured her, though his voice betrayed him a little. Nightflight started, looking over at him with a put-out expression. "You're just a little overwhelmed. It can't be easy…to make a turnaround like this. I know that it was for me."

"You were different." Nightflight objected sorrowfully. "The only regret you did to Berk was knock down a tower. I was a monster." She turned towards the noise of the rain drumming against the ground outside, wings twitching with unrest. She hesitated a moment, looking as if she were going to say something as she opened her mouth. But it was a moment before she found the words. "…Maybe I still am a monster." She said softly, Toothless's head tilting to the side with concern. "After all…" She turned around, gaze falling near the spot that Hiccup was sound asleep. She was a little off, but by the look on her face, Toothless wasn't about to tell her that. "I'm putting all of you through so much. I've put Hiccup through so much. All for my own personal benefit." She shook her head slowly. "I don't deserve any of this."

"Of course you do." Toothless said bracingly, shocking himself by the quick assurance. Nightflight started, looking as surprised as he was by the words of encouragement. Shaking his head to clear it, Toothless went on rapidly, trying to cover up his small bout of bemusement. "I mean- Hiccup surely thinks that you do. Otherwise we wouldn't be out here huddled under a tree in the pouring rain." He'd meant it as a joke, but the sad look overcame Nightflight's face again. Sighing mentally, he tried again. "We're all in this together now Nightflight. No matter what happened before. You did a lot of things, I'll be the first to admit it. But you also saved Hiccup…a lot of times, if I got what you told me right."

Nightflight hadn't gone into too much detail about what had happened before, skimming over things quickly in the rushed time frame that they had to talk back on the cliff. But taking what she told him, accompanied with the things that he had seen, he came to the conclusion that Hiccup would be dead by now if it weren't for her. Grudgingly, Toothless had accepted her rescues as a form of apologies for now. It would have to suffice until he could fully grasp everything that had happened between the period that Hiccup had been dragged away, to the point that Mistyeyes carted the unconscious boy back to Berk.

"Toothless…I wanted to say thank you." She murmured, catching the dragon yet again off-guard. Over to the side, Mistyeyes moved slightly, as if stirring. But Toothless was so engrossed in his conversation with Nightflight that he didn't even notice. Nightflight gave a small shrug with one shoulder, suddenly looking a little nostalgic. "After everything that I've done to you….you're willing to let me become apart of Berk. It means a lot to me…that you would help me so much. I just wish that you could know how bad I feel about the past."

Toothless wilted visibly, ears flicking back and forth a little guiltily. "I can relate, I think." He offered weakly in response. "After all…I did do a few bad things back then, too." He craned his neck as he looked at her a little closer, looking at the scar that lined the female's throat. It was a reminder of the fight that the two had gotten themselves into; back then, Toothless had thought that he had killed her. The thought made a sad pang in his heart. He supposed it was because Hiccup had taken such a good liking to the female. But then again, if he truly had killed her before then, none of this would be happening right now.

He turned, casting a look back at Mistyeyes. She was still curled up into a ball, but it seemed as though she was tighter this time. Was she having a nightmare? Shaking himself, Toothless looked back at Nightflight, blinking slowly. "Mistyeyes was the one to save you, though." He said, watching as Nightflight deflated a little at his words. "If what she told me was true, she healed you before you could die. That means she saved your life."

"Yes, that's true." Nightflight answered, voice a little bitter. "And look how well I repaid her. Casting her off and forcing her to find another home."

"But she found Berk." Toothless pressed, desperate to help her wrap her mind around what he was saying. "Without you sending her off, she wouldn't be aware of all the wonderful things on Berk. She'd just be back with the other Night Furies. You did her a favor, Nightflight. Whether or not she knows that, it doesn't really matter. The point is that you know it." He paused before adding: "And if you think about it, all the things that really matter on this island wouldn't be here without you. Shadowclaw…Mistyeyes….Ludi….all of the wonderful friends that I care about. And that Hiccup cares for too."

"You make me sound like some sort of hero when you put it that way." She stuttered.

Toothless shook his head. "Not a hero. Not like that." He paused. "But I'm just saying that we have a lot to be grateful for you. As long as we take the good along with the bad, you're a dragon just like the rest of us. You have faults and pasts just like every other dragon does on this island. So that makes you the same as the lot. You deserve a place here, and all we're trying to do is to get everybody else to understand that."

Nightflight studied the ground blindly, voice riddled with sadness. "Still." She said simply. "I feel awful. About everything. About what I put Hiccup and the rest of Berk through all those months." She said nothing for a heartbeat. But then: "About what I put you through." Her words next were softer, much more subdued as she refused to look up at him. Toothless jerked backwards, as if slapped as he blinked rapidly with surprise. He had expected a lot of things to come from her mouth. But not anything like this. He thought that Nightflight hated him as much as he hated her. Or at least what how much he had thought that he hated her.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Nightflight said something first. "I think about it all the time." She blurted out, eyes closed tightly as she talked rapidly. Her words slurred together in a rambled rush, making it almost hard to understand. "The way we parted ways. I look back on that night all the time, wishing that I could have done something different. I wish that I could have…kept you with me." Her ears slicked back to her head, turning her wide green eyes onto Toothless as she willed him to listen.

Toothless did not reply. Over to the other side of the tree, Mistyeyes flinched closer to herself, back to the pair as her blue eyes widened with pain.

When Toothless remained mute, Nightflight pressed in a rasp: "…Did you ever look back?"

Minutes pass spent in silence. Toothless staring over at Nightflight, and vice versa. Thunder drummed off in the distance, rain lashing at the branches of the tree in a more rapid pattern than before. The storm was getting bigger, even when it was thought to have not been able to get even worse. Toothless listen to the rain, watching as jagged lines of lightening sliced their ways through the sky. But then he finally found his voice, feeling suddenly number than he had before. "…I do." He said softly, voice sort of fuzzy.

Nightflight straightened, eyes lighting up considerably.

"I mean…I did." He corrected himself, feeling himself stiffen with a tense kind of feeling. Nightflight blinked, titling her head to the side as her sudden burst of happiness slowly ebbed away to be replaced by confusion. "Now I don't really focus on it anymore. I think the faster we get past whatever happened before now, the better off we'll be." Nightflight's face fell, but Toothless kept on talking. "Everybody here besides you have gotten a second chance, so it's your turn to be able to make up for past mistakes."

Instead of taking his praise with comfort, Nightflight shook her head. "You know that isn't what I meant." She said in a whisper.

Toothless shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe I did." He conceded. "But…" Toothless turned slightly, green eyes going over to land on Mistyeyes. "A lot of things have changed, Nightflight. Too much is going on right now, I-I can't-" He broke off, sighing heavily as he turned back to the black Night Fury. "I need time to think about things. There are more…pressing matters to decide before I go into any of that."

Nightflight's ears flicked back and forth. "I see." She said, voice tinged with a little disappointment. "And you're right, I guess. But…if you're talking about Mistyeyes…I wouldn't blame you." Toothless tensed at this, ears swiveling back and forth rapidly as he let his jaw go slack. Nightflight just shrugged listlessly, looking a little hurt. "After all, she never did anything against you. Not as much as I have, anyway."

Mistyeyes's ears flicked backwards, straining to listen to the conversation over the rain outside.

"That's not the point." Toothless explained, rather awkwardly. "It's like I've been saying for the past ten minutes. Whatever you did before…your slate is wiped clean, now. It's like it never happened. I forgot what Mistyeyes made me do to Hiccup, and I'll do the same for you. You two are even, and I…can't really think about any of that right now. It's too confusing." When Nightflight remained sullen, he went on. "First thing's first, we have to figure out how to make the island warm up to the idea of you. That's the first thing on my priority list. That, and making sure that Hiccup is safe. Maybe when everything calms down I'll be able to think clearer. Until then…I'm not going to linger on anything."

"I see." Nightflight whispered.

Toothless's green eyes flashed over to survey the storm outside. It was at the peak right now; it didn't look like it would be over anytime soon. "Well." He said, coming out in a small cough. "We should probably get to bed. Hiccup would want us awake and ready to go tomorrow. If he knew that we stayed up all night, he'd be pretty cross." He looked over at the teen as he spoke, eyes managing to soften with affection as he studied the sleeping child. He was so small, and yet he'd proven that what he lacked in height and strength, he made up for in wit. "You shouldn't worry too much." He added quickly. "Hiccup had been through a lot, but it wont stop him from making a place for you at Berk. He knows what he's doing. And Astrid does, too."

Nightflight gave a small smile at what he said, suddenly warming up considerably. "Yeah." She agreed with a nod. "I know that they'll do all they can. And it's more than I deserve. I like that Astrid girl, she reminds me of someone. I just don't know who."

It was a heartbeat before he said anything. "It's you." Toothless explained, inclining his head towards her. Nightflight looked surprised at the statement, then thoughtful as she tilted her head to the right. "At least…she reminds me a lot of you. You both are stubborn at times, and you both have a past that's completely unlike what you are now. Astrid used to be the top dragon-killer in the class, and she would always have a spare time to downgrade Hiccup and tell him how much he didn't matter." Nightflight's mouth weighted down at the edges, the dragon looked sad at the newfound knowledge. "But Hiccup eventually managed to turn her around. And now they're pretty much inseparable. I guess that's why you're able to relate to her."

"I feel bad." Nightflight said. "About her dragon. How it can't fly anymore."

"Astrid looked like she was doing a decent job of riding you a few hours ago. And steering you through the forest."

"And?"

Toothless gave a shrug. "I don't know." He said. "I'm just thinking that maybe it'd be possible for Astrid to have two dragons. She could use you to fly and just take care of Stormfly normally." Nightflight straightened at this, looking oddly hopeful as Toothless went on. "After all: Shadowclaw, Mistyeyes, and I are all kind of Hiccup's dragons. You can have more than one dragon at a time. But it'd be her choice anyway. That's just another thing that we can't know for sure until this is all figured out."

Nightflight nodded, Toothless once again painfully aware of the awkward tension in the air.

"Well…I'm going to try and get some sleep. You should too." He offered.

"Alright." Nightflight sighed, stare lingering on Toothless a moment more before she turned, settling down on the ground with a small grimace. She tucked her wings closer to herself, closing her eyes with a snap and ducking her head closer to herself. She didn't say anything more. She didn't even look over at him; it was like he wasn't even there. Toothless frowned, feeling somewhat hurt as he looked down at her curled form.

"…'Night." He whispered into the dark.

Nightflight didn't say anything.

The Night Fury turned slowly, looking back and forth a little aimlessly. He looked from Mistyeyes, and then back over to Nightflight. He stood in between them a moment, feeling as if the walls of their shelter were starting to press in on him. He drew himself up quickly, steeling himself. "It doesn't matter." He said aloud, talking to himself. "Not right now. All that matters is what's on hand at the moment." Mistyeyes blinked, nodding mentally as she silently agreed with him. Nightflight stirred at this, eyes downcast as she flattened her ears. Toothless walked forward, going over to Hiccup and laying down beside his human. The heat that normally came off of his body would help Astrid too, she was still a little wet from her fall into the ocean.

Toothless stared down at Hiccup with a downcast look. There was a deep frown on the sleeping boy's face, and the dragon wondered whether or not his human was having a nightmare. Blowing out a huff of air from his nose, Toothless leaned down, pushing his snout comfortingly against his human's wounded shoulder. Hiccup mumbled softly in his sleep at this, but didn't stir, remained asleep as he ducked out of the way of Toothless's reach. The Night Fury cooed softly, pulling back and looking down at the boy anxiously.

He's been through so much.

Please don't let this all be for nothing.

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Stoick stood in the middle of Hiccup's room, not knowing whether to be frantically worried, or immensely furious. His hands were clenched at his sides as he stood in the center of the room, eyes narrowed and hands shaking. The place was empty, the only thing besides the normal furniture was a stack of books and other material items. They were all piled on top of Toothless's rock, leading up to the hole in the roof overhead. What had taken place here was obvious. Stoick remembered his son's words clearly as they rang through his head like an incessant alarm. I won't let you kill her!He'd escaped, and now he was off who-knows-where.

The Chief part of Stoick was screaming at him to go out and track his son down. He had disobeyed a direct order, he needed to be punished. He needed to be dragged back to Berk, kicking and screaming, and be put through what every other Viking did that betrayed the island in such a life-threatening manner. Anybody who helps those that nearly wipe Berk off the face of the ocean was a traitor in the eyes of the island. And traitors weren't taken well for Vikings.

But the father part of him said otherwise. Thunder ripped throughout the island, shaking the house back and forth as lightening caused the room to bleach itself white. Rain pounded the walls of the home, a puddle of water already forming on the surface of Toothless's rock. It would spread to a flood if this went on any longer. A mental image of his son out in this kind of weather forced its way into his head. The image of Hiccup sitting, hunched, out in the rain. His green eyes were round with pain as he looked up, the Chief unsure whether it was tears or rain flowing down his cheeks. Why do you never listen to me?His voice rang out pathetically.

He couldn't punish his son, could he? He had to. Just because Hiccup was the son of a Chief, did not mean that he got to get off basic threats and rules that were given to the Vikings on the island. He had to make an effort not to show any kind of favoritism, lest he be founded unfair. And he stood by what he said earlier: Hiccup's aiding in the dragon that nearly killed everyone was too far. His son had pressed that it was no different. That the other dragons had made mistakes in the past as well. But no other dragon had done so much as wipe out half the supply of his Vikings.

The man's eyes hardened as he ducked his head slightly.

The dragon deserved to die; it was the only way to ensure Berk's safety.

The party of Vikings that had gone out to search for the Night Fury had been driven back to the island when the storm started to break through the dense layer of clouds. Much to the rapid objections that had been fired at the Chief at the thought of leaving the dragon out there alive, Stoick had finally watched as every single Viking went back inside their homes. He'd watched as mothers corralled their children together, hovering over them anxiously as they snatched worried glances up to the sky. Men gripped their battle axes, following their families with a deathly look on their faces. It was obvious that they were less than satisfied at the lack of a dragon's head, yet Stoick couldn't do anything to help them.

That brought him here. He had gone back to the house, standing outside of Hiccup's room and debating on what to do. After all, he hadn't found the dragon yet. Who knows what could happen if Hiccup found that out while he was alone. He could do something unpredictable…again. But, finally, after an hour of silence in the home, Stoick decided that he would bring something up to Hiccup. Food, maybe. Something like that could be considered a truce, after all. He'd loaded up a plate as best he could, went upstairs, opened the door…and promptly drop the food all over the ground.

Footsteps outside the door caught the man's attention, and he raised his head, turning towards the noise. Gobber came in after a few more clunking thuds, stopping short with surprise at the sight that met him. "Ay! What's this?" He asked, eyeing the mess that was now strewn across the floor. The water, the food, and the random objects that looked like they'd been thrown haphazardly off from the shelves. Stoick turned back to look at him, eyes flaming with anger as he met his old friend's gaze. Gobber seemed to realize what was going on at once, but the only thing that changed about his expression was turning into that of concern, not anger.

"Where's Hiccup?" He asked, looking around the room, as if expecting the boy's head to pop up from behind the bed.

"He's gone." Stoick growled, voice surprising him a little at the amount of venom inside it. Gobber blinked rapidly, looking shocked at the statement. "He's gone, and he's probably gone after that dragon to try and rescue it!" He let out a growl, shaking his head back and forth quickly. "We have to find him, Gobber. He needs to be taken back here! He's stupid for trying to do anything like this! Doesn't he learn anything?"

"Now, hang on." Gobber said, taking a few paces forward. He held out his arms in front of him, as if in surrender as he tried to calm down the Chief. "Maybe Hiccup just went somewhere else, you don't-"

"I know my own son!" Stoick interrupted harshly. "I know the ridiculous ideas that get into his head!"

"Some of them aren't that ridiculous, Stoick. You should try and see-"

"He's gone for that dragon, and now we'll have to track him down as well." Stoick's eyes flashed at this, and his jaw locked backwards with bottled-up fury. "Sometimes I wish that Hiccup would know when to stop. He makes a mess of everything he does, Gobber, you and I both know that." Gobber's eyes hardened at this, and he opened his mouth to reply a sharp retort. But Stoick went on before he could get the chance. "He'd going to make just another huge mess for me to clean up."

"Stoick-"

"Why can't he listen to me?" Stoick demanded, whirling around to look back at Gobber. The blonde jerked backwards at the sudden volume, eyes widening considerably. "I tell him to do something, I give him a direct order! And he deliberately disobeys me! Does he like to see me like this? Angry, and…and worried!?" He paused for a moment, shaking his head. Then he muttered: "…I can't keep doing this, Gobber. I can't keep losing grip of him and watching him do these foolish things." Rain pattered on the roof, the only sound for a moment as Gobber looked at his friend sadly. Nobody said anything, a drum roll of thunder clapping in the distance.

Stoick turned, looking at the pile of discarded objects. He thought of his son, wounded as he was, gathering up all the material and stacking them carefully, face creased with pain and concentration. The thought almost made the man stagger, a thought entering his mind with a cruel sort of ring. Is it all my fault?He wondered. But his eyes hardened almost at once, the man's hands curling into tight fists at his hips. "No." He said firmly, answering his own question. Gobber blinked, looking a little awkward as he stood off to the side. He looked at Stoick with a kind of concern, unsure of what he should do in the situation.

The Chief turned to face Gobber, eyes flashing. "Once the storm is over, we're going out again. As soon as possible." He ordered firmly, leaving no room for argument. Gobber hesitated a moment, but gave a tense nod in reply. "We're going to sweep the island one last time. Hiccup couldn't have gotten far, he must be taking shelter somewhere. We have to find him." Gobber looked at the man's expression with alarm, wondering what he was thinking. The sudden urge to find Hiccup…the large burst of anger that rocketed from him so unusually. What was going on? What was going to happen?

"Stoick, are ya sure that-"

"It's an order, Gobber." Stoick snapped a little harshly, fixing the man with a firm look. "The island is in more and more danger the longer we stand here. The moment the storm passes, we're going to be on the move. Gather up the men when it starts to die down. I want to be searching the island before sunrise."

"B-Before…?"

"That's what I said." Stoick said coldly, turning and brushing by the man quickly. Gobber turned, looking still shocked as he watched the Chief stomp down the hall. Stoick paused a moment before turning, eyes unnaturally cold as he looked back. "We're going to kill that dragon, Gobber." He said, sounding much more than sure of himself. "It's the only way that the island will truly be safe. We fell for its tricks once already, and look where it got us." He shook his head. "The only way to ensure Berk's safety is for its head on a stick."

Gobber suddenly glared over his friend. "And what about Hiccup?" He asked.

Stoick stared back at him heavily for a moment, jaw slack as he searched for something to say. Gobber couldn't help but remember the last time that Hiccup had gone against his father's wishes. Escaped and done something against the rules. It had turned out right last time, after a minor bump in the road. Did Stoick forget that? And if he did…what would the bump in the road be this time? Would it be something worse?

Stoick finally turned away, not replying as he went down the steps and down into the kitchen. Gobber was alone.

He didn't know who to believe. Hiccup had been right before. But his father made a point.

Berk would be in mortal danger if the…thing…that had made this whole mess still lingered around the land.

Common sense rested with each one.

And yet one was held in a confident chief that had been trusted for years…and the other, in the arms of an underweight Viking that had only proven himself right once.

He shook his head slowly back and forth, letting out a small sigh. "It's a right mess." He stated to nobody in particular. "I'm not sure what to do."

The only reply was a boom of thunder in the distance, ominous and menacing as it foretold danger.

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A/N: Hey. Don't write yourself off yet.

It's only in your head you feel left out…or looked down on.

Just try your best. Try everything you can.

And don't you worry what they tell themselves…when you're away.

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World.

If there ever was a song for Toothless and Nightflight…or Hiccup and Nightflight, but that's a little weird, so I wont go there. :P

This chapter is mainly here to show both time passing, and the way that Toothless and Nightflight got to talk once more. I hope I get a lot of reviews from this one! We're SO close to a whopping 700! I CANNOT believe it! Thanks SO much, you guys! I love you! Seriously! ;D