Woohoo, Barf and Belch are here. This foreword will be longer today, same as how this chapter is longer, so you're free to skip on right ahead to start reading the fic.

Shout out to trystrike, first person I could find who had a Stormless fic: The story of Toothless and Stormfly. His story is just about the biggest inspiration I have, his story has a great plot and, and I am really sorry because no matter how I tried my story kept on ending up following his storyline so to trystrike, I beg your forgiveness. I highly suggest you read his story if you haven't already because it is amazing.

And with that ends this freakishly long foreword, and I invite you now to read this latest chapter.

Barf and Belch stood perched upon a snow coated roughhewn stone statue of a Viking warrior, each head taking turns to nip at passing two-legs. Toothless was lying on the edge of one of the huts ringing it, Hookfang on another and Meatlug on a third.

Barf, the sister of the relationship, rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me about 'easy'. I have to live with this cancerous growth on my neck, I think it's learning to speak, oh wait, that's you, Belch."

"You make the funny," Belch growled, before snapping at another passing Viking, clipping his horned helmet. The two of them looked almost identical but there were differences, minute ones but still differing. Barf had a more curved horn upon her round snout and was a lighter shade of green, Belch had longer fangs that poked out near the front while Barf's protruded near the back. The two of them had been off for weeks since Ruffnut and Tuffnut rode them out for some strange plot that involved a giant cask of mead being dropped from fifty metres up onto the courtyard in the middle of the village. It didn't work so well, the cask nearly killed three two-legs, a Dragon, and flooded the courtyard with mead that took the rest of the day to clean. Even now, the place smelt slightly of honey.

Hookfang tapped his claws against the roof's wooden beams. "I was wondering, since both of you share the same body how do the uh, parts that don't see the Sun work? Do you have one or the other or both or what?"

Toothless shuddered, shaking off a coat of snow that had settled on his back, and grimaced as Belch began, "Oh it's actually very interesting. You see most Zipplebacks are either male or female, but we're mixed, so naturally it's also a mix down there and-"

"Urgh," Barf growled. "Typical boys, disgusting. What he meant was that it's like they got blended together in a bloody churning mill of flesh and scale and bile, our bodies settled on -"

"Let me stop you there before I throw up," Meatlug hurriedly said.

The days had only gotten lazier as Winter began to creep in, the short fleeting moments of rich Sunlight were replaced by soft snow eternally drifting down upon Berk. Toothless shook off a new layer of snow and gave his freezing wings a few short flaps to shake off the frost. Hookfang was having no problems with the cold, whenever too much snow got on his scales he just spat a glob of his flammable green saliva on it and ignited it.

Meatlug watched another Gronckle float past, sighing, "I wonder where Stormfly is? I haven't seen her or Hinge for days."

Toothless wasn't complaining about it. The first few days of their absence he'd been cautiously slinking to the ground, looking around corners just in case they were there, once he realised that they were off doing gods know what he had felt a jolt of energy. He felt so free now, as if something had been squeezing his lungs all this while.

He rolled over and lay on his back on the roof, sprawling out his wings and letting the cool snow coat his warm belly. He stuck out his tongue and caught a snowflake on the tip.

Belch looked up as Barf snatched a basket from a passing two-legs. Belch asked, confused, "Let me get this straight, Stormfly's dating a wild Dragon, ten years older than us?"

Barf scowled as she realised the basket she'd stolen was filled with berries and flung it to the ground, the red berries scattering across the snow. Belch continued, "This is the same Stormfly we all know right? The innocent, carefree, fun loving little lass who Toothless is hopelessly crushing on?"

Toothless growled softly. Barf raised her head as Belch nipped at the heels of marigold coloured Hobblegrunt flying by. Barf said, "Well I for one am proud of her! Good on her for finding a mate so early on."

"Oh please," Meatlug scoffed. "He's hardly a mate. She's young, it's probably just a phase."

"Well that's the good thing about being the female of a couple," Barf chirped cheerfully. "When you get tired of him, you can always eat him."

Toothless shared a short laugh with them. Without Hingejaw's thick skulled presence hovering around it felt so much better here, he was actually beginning to enjoy the dozens of different dates Hookfang set him up with every day. Quite frankly he was surprised that Hookfang hadn't run out of possible dates for him.

Hookfang shot a tiny bolt of fire, melting off some snow on his back, He turned back to Barf and Belch and began, "Now that Stormfly's taken, I, being the amazing bro I am, I've been helping Toothless get back on his feet with the ladies."

Belch gave a laugh and he said, "That's gotta be fun to watch."

"Well maybe," Toothless replied. "It would be easier if you didn't introduce me to the crazy ones."

"Oh please, that was just the Sand Wraith, and the Speed Stinger, and the Tide Glider, maybe the Whispering Death."

"And the Screaming Death. Don't forget the Hackatoo either," Toothless added.

"What are you talking about? That Hackatoo was chill."

"That Hackatoo wasn't a female."

Hookfang stared in horror at him. "But she… when I… oh god."

He chuckled as Hookfang came to grips with the new information. As Barf and Belch continued their game of biting and/or stealing things from passerbys, Meatlug continuously craned her neck around and kept looking away. Barf asked, "Something wrong?"

Meatlug growled, "I'm seriously getting worried. Stormfly doesn't just disappear like this. We should have gone looking for her long ago."

"She's fine," Toothless growled. "She's got that Hingejaw to keep her safe."

"From what I hear," Barf said coyly. "This Hingejaw character sounds rather dashing."

"Ugh, please don't start," Belch hissed as he looked back up at his conjoined sister. "Remember last time you found a guy? Remember how well that worked out?"

Barf hissed, "Then next time keep your head down and try to be quiet! It's a bit of a turn off for a guy when his date's brother keeps on looking over her shoulder when they try to fu-"

"Get up."

Meatlug slid off her roof and hovered over them. She called to the three other Dragons, "Get up now! We should have gone to find them long ago!"

Barf nodded enthusiastically while Belch whined, "Come on! We just got back like an hour ago!"

Barf hissed, like literally hissed with the whole snake-tongue out act, "She's our friend! We're going!"

Hookfang stared blankly ahead, muttering, "So if she was a he… what the hell…"

Meatlug flew over to Toothless and said, "Come on! We're going to find her!"

Toothless growled, "No! She doesn't need us, remember? Hingejaw's got her 'safe'. She's perfectly 'safe'."

Barf and Belch were trying to take flight now, but it seems they were having coordinating their body. One wing was flapping, the other folded up adamantly, on set of legs were pushing off against the snowy statue, the other was clinging onto it. Barf screeched, "Get up you fat, lazy tumor!"

Belch pushed his head into the statue and pretended to sleep, mumbling, "Five more minutes."

Meatlug began to circle around Toothless and he asked suspiciously, beginning to turn, "What are you doing?"

"Persuasive techniques."

"Wait, don't don't DON-," he let out a high pitched yelp and shot straight up into the air, flapping his wings panickedly to stay afloat.

"If you don't help me find Stormfly I'll make sure I bite that tail right off," Meatlug threatened.

"B-But I can't fly long without Hiccup!" Toothless protested, flapping awkwardly in space and reaching out with his claws for the roof's edge. Meatlug lunged forward and snapped her jaws, scarcely missing his feet.

She stated firmly, "You're flying with me, if you can't fly I'll carry you by your tail, and when your tail falls off I'll bite your legs instead, and when they fall off I'll bite something else to carry you."

Toothless shuddered as he struggled to stay airborne, swerving this way and that. He just couldn't control his flight without Hiccup to adjust the tail sail. Meatlug called to Hookfang, "Oi! Glassy-eyes, you coming?"

"Yeah… sure, just a moment," he replied quietly.

"Barf, Belch?"

Barf now had Belch's neck in her jaws, this goaded him enough to start cooperating. She said, with her brother's jaw blocking her mouth, "Can't say I'm not excited to meet this Hingejaw, say something did happen and maybe they're broken up, hypothetically, do you think he'd go out with me?"

"No."

"Oh shut up, Tumour."

Stormfly was out on the bluff, the cliffside where she'd fed Toothless.

In the Winter's first timid days the grass was all buried in a soft coat of white several inches high, thankfully, without Hiccup controlling his tail sail Toothless had crashed into the snow a dozen times before they stopped. The chorus of bugs and birds that usually filled the forests outside the village with a song of nature, but now it was silent with no song but the faraway Dragon roars and the whistling wind.

Toothless didn't realise it was her at first without a certain larger Deadly Nadder at her side, but Meatlug recognised her immediately, and stopped them immediately. Toothless leaned over her side and growled, "We've found Stormfly, you can go do whatever you want, but I've done what you said, I'm leaving!"

"I like this idea," Belch nodded enthusiastically.

Barf growled threateningly and Belch started shaking his head. "Nope, I think we should stay."

Meatlug hissed, "Shhhh, listen!"

Toothless listened and realised something, there was a new voice in this song. A hacking, choking sob. He noticed Stormfly's body shaking with each far away sob he heard. Meatlug sighed, "Oh dear, oh dear."

Barf shook her head sadly, while Belch amused himself by nibbling on one of his claws. Toothless glanced at Hookfang, Hookfang glanced back, and Meatlug continued to murmur, "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…"

"What happened?" Toothless hissed to Hookfang.

"You tell me. She looks miserable."

Meatlug turned around, pushing them all back. "Okay guys, how about we all take a step back."

"Woah, wait, shouldn't we be helping her?" Toothless asked.

"What do you think we're going to do, genius?" Barf asked sarcastically.

Belch sneered, "Yeah! What do you think?"

"Actually, what Meatlug's going to do," Barf corrected, glaring at her brother.

"Awww."

Toothless grew angrier as he watched Stormfly cry. He snarled, "What did it do to her?"

Meatlug replied calmly, "Trust me on this, 'hun, we'll just give her a bit of time for her to cool off, maybe a few days, then I'll go and talk to her?"

She returned to watch Stormfly and sat down on a mound of snow to take up her vigil, the snow rising to her chin. Toothless shot a look to Hookfang behind Meatlug's back, trying to tell him something without words, just their expressions. It sort of went like this:

Toothless: Days? We should be helping her now!

Hookfang: Too true, man.

A moment of silence.

Toothless: So? Are we going to go or what?

Hookfang: Hah! You mean are you going to go, right? I'm not good with this stuff.

Toothless: WHAT!? Don't you have experience?

Hookfang: WHAT'S WITH THE BROW WAGGLING? I've got experience picking them up, not so much with the emotional stuff.

Toothless: Are you being serious right now?

Hookfang: There's a reason I only stay one night.

Toothless rolled his eyes and when he looked back Hookfang jerked his eye brows up, jerking his head towards Stormfly. He could imagine what Hookfang was saying right now: Go on, you can do it, bro.

Toothless looked back at Stormfly, miserable on the edge of the cliff, shuddering with each racking cry. He barely hesitated before stepping around Meatlug and wading through the snow to Stormfly. He heard Barf gasping, Belch sniggering, and clearest of all was Meatlug hissing, "Toothless! Get back here!"

He didn't turn back as he trudged through the frost, the wind biting through his scales and chilling him through as he made his way across the clearing. Meatlug didn't seem willing to pull him back or stop him, maybe she was unwilling to disturb Stormfly.

Stormfly just looked even more miserable and depressed as he got closer, her back was hunched over and her face hidden between her wings, the shades of her scales discoloured under a thin layer of hoarfrost. Some distance behind her, as he crawled and the snow scrunched under his feet, her body stiffened up, her back straightened up and she glanced back before hiding her face again.

When she spoke her voice was sore from too much crying, alternating high and low, she tried to hide it as she choked up but it was clear she was still crying hard.

"Hey, Toothless, I… I didn't see you there."

Toothless cautiously, planting himself next to her in the snow. She had her face hidden behind her blue and yellow wings and she tried to hide the way she shook. He leant in and whispered, "You okay?"

Stormfly wrapped her wings right around her head, trying desperately to keep her tone level. "Y-Y-Yeah, perfectly fine."

She sounded like she was sick too. Toothless inched a bit closer, cooing quietly, "Put down your wing and let me see your face."

"N-No, the Winter isn't too good for my scales. It messes with the colour and… and it…"

Stormfly began to sob softly again. Toothless quietly pleaded, "Come on, put your wing down."

She shook her head under her wings, then something dripped down from the bottom tip of her wing. Toothless' eyes widened as he realised what it was, a speck of dark that melted a little crater in the snow. Blood. She was bleeding.

Toothless felt hatred, anger, fury. His eyes slanted at the blood, he could imagine flesh being sheared under his claws, bones splintering against his strength, screams as his flames melted skin and muscle together. He growled, "Who did this? Tell me! I'll make him pay in blood."

Stormfly's wings were shaking now as she lowered them. Toothless growled quietly as he saw the wound from where the blood fell. A long red scar going all the way from the base of her neck up to the curve of her chin, straight across her collarbone, blood steadily trickling down her neck, her tears carving a line across the sheet of red. He realised that his lip had curled back over his teeth, baring them.

She met Toothless' eyes for an instant before her lower jaw began to quiver again and she looked away, crying. He snarled, "Who did this? I'll kill them, I'll make sure they die in pain."

Stormfly didn't answer but he already knew.

This chapter measures up at 2'500 words, my regular ones only reach an average of 1'800 to 1'900 for easy and comfortable reading without huge masses of words. Leave me a review on what you thought of this chapter, whether you like the longer chapters and I BEG YOU TRYSTRIKE, FORGIVE ME, PLEASE.