A/N: Hello everyone. I'm so sorry for the long wait, but I have been very busy with work and I know that my beta reader also has been really busy (oh and a thank you for her, because she's a great help!). But even so I'm going to try and give you the next chapter way quicker than you got this one. So please enjoy and tell me what you thought of it.

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Murtagh's eyes shot over the children as they came closer to their home and they eventually stopped on Hiccup. There was something about this boy that made him so different from the rest of the group, different in a good way.

When he had just left Alagaësia he could have never imagined that he would run into dragons again. They may be different from Thorn, but they were definitely dragons. It was far north that he had first encountered them as the creatures attacked a small village, stealing the people's livestock.

He and Thorn had wandered the north for many years... probably too many.

And then he met these children... They had tamed these wild dragons, befriended the creatures they feared. Still he was rather disappointed because he noticed that none of them had bonded with their dragons, at least not like he and Thorn had. His eyes shifted over the one legged boy. He pitied the boy as he saw how much he cared for his black dragon, they may not be able to talk through their minds, but it was obvious that both of them always knew what the other was thinking.

'Murtagh.' It was Thorn's voice spreading through his mind and he focused back on his dragon. 'We're almost there.' He glanced forward, his eyes settling themselves on the island in front of them, the surface was covered with many houses as he saw people scattered between the buildings.

They landed in the middle of the village, probably one of the few places that was big enough to allow Thorn to land and immediately the villagers gathered around them, eying their visitor with a mix of curiosity, suspicion and a bit of fear.

Murtagh climbed off Thorn as he hoped that the Vikings would take it as a peaceful sign, he didn't want to scare them... not that he thought that they were easy to scare.

A rather big, muscular and scary looking Viking made his way through the crowd as he shot concerned eyes between him and Hiccup. 'Son, who's he?' Wait... this big strapping man is Hiccup's father. He rapidly blinked as he stared from father to son, they definitely didn't look like each other.

The boy glanced at him and Murtagh made his way towards the chief and Hiccup, offering the larger man his hand as he stated. 'I'm Murtagh and my partner,' He glanced back at his mighty red dragon. 'is Thorn.'

The large Viking nodded and shook his hand, which he took in a rather tight grip, but the face of the chief was covered in a bright smile as he let out a loud laugh. 'I'm Stoick and I welcome you as a guest to Berk!' Murtagh smiled back at him, it was clear that this man trusted his son.

'Thank you for your hospitality.' He looked at the other villagers and gave them a soft smile. 'We aren't really used to such a warm welcome.' Murtagh said as he remembered the many times he and Thorn were chased out, simply because the people feared Thorn.

The Vikings gave him a quick tour of Berk before the sun began to set and Stoick told him he could stay the night at his and Hiccup's house. He walked inside after saying goodbye to Thorn, who couldn't come inside because of his size, instead he slept next to the house.

'Tomorrow I will show you how we train the dragons.' Hiccup said enthusiastically as Murtagh walked up the stairs, planning to go to bed. The boy wore a wide smile and he grinned back, he liked the boy, Hiccup had something in him that he hadn't seen in someone for a very long time. 'Good night.'

'Good night Hiccup, Stoick.' He answered back as walked up the stairs, but stopped at the top of the stairs as he listened to Hiccup's conversation with his father.

He heard how Stoick sighed deeply. 'Are you sure he's trustworthy?'

'Yeah...' The son answered, but not without a slight hesitation in his voice. 'I mean, he's like us, a dragonrider and I don't believe that he's against us.'

'Still he's a stranger.'

Murtagh's smile fell, he should have known... He never really belonged anywhere. He turned around and he went to bed.

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Murtagh leaned against the wall as he watched the children train their dragons. A smile spread across his face, they reminded him of himself when he just received Thorn, even though he had been under the rule of a wicked king.

There were a lot of techniques that he wanted to try on Thorn... but as soon as they appeared in his mind he heard his dragon growl in opposition. Thorn was a free spirit and even when Murtagh was his rider he didn't want to be ruled.

'You want to try it?' It was Hiccup's warm voice that shook him out of his thoughts and he looked rather startled at the boy, he hadn't noticed the boy coming towards him.

Murtagh laughed. 'No, thank you.' The brunette's smile fell. 'He doesn't really fit through the opening.' The last he said eying his dragon who glanced at them through the fence, sometimes it wasn't so much fun to be a large and powerful dragon.

'But you could try it with another dragon.'

Just as those words left Hiccup's lips a rather large and deep growl spread through the air. Thorn's jaws were wide open as he glared at the little brunette with dark eyes... Thorn was a rather jealous dragon...

'Calm down!' Murtagh screamed through his mind as he quickly stood up, standing in front of the chief's son, while the others shivered slightly in fear.

'Don't you dare touch another dragon. You. Are. Mine!'

'Thorn!' The red dragon shrank slightly at the raven's loud and deep voice. With only that one word a lot was said between the two of them and the dragon knew he had gone too far... even though he felt that he was right. Thorn gave him a slight nod as he backed away before jumping off the edge and flying away. Murtagh just rolled with his eyes as he stared after his dragon, Thorn just loved to overreact, before he turned back to the slightly shivering dragon trainer. 'He's a rather jealous dragon.'

'Uhh... I guess you're right.' The boy mumbled. 'Should we have to go after him or something like that?'

Murtagh grinned. 'No, he's just overreacting, but I believe it's better if I don't train any of those dragons. Thorn is my one and only dragon and our souls are forever bound together.'

'Thank you.' It was his dragon's voice that spread through his mind, but neither needed to say those words, they already knew it. Murtagh smiled and returned to watching the teenagers train.

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He had been in Berk for two days now and he was definitely growing closer and closer to the villagers, he liked them, but... but he still wasn't one of them. He could never be one of them. A deep sigh left his lips, he and Thorn would never fit anywhere.

He and Thorn were currently in the middle of the village, since the red dragon was too big to fit in a house, and a man named Gobber was looking at Thorn's teeth... A slight smile spread over his face as he watched the man do his work, before coming here he would have never thought of sending Thorn to a 'dentist'.

'Ahh, his teeth are rather clean, but you should try to floss more.'

Murtagh's eyes shifted from Gobber to those mighty sharp and probably more importantly big teeth, how in the world was he going to floss every single tooth? But he didn't say this to the man. 'Uhh.. Oka-.' But before he could finish his words they heard a loud scream and their heads snapped around.

Mere seconds later a Viking ran from the docks to the village. Gobber stopped him to ask. 'What is going on?'

The other man looked rather startled at him before eying the Great hall. 'Outcasts.' Was the only word that left his lips before he ran further, probably informing their chief.

Murtagh and Gobber looked at each other before both quickly followed the Viking. The dragon rider glanced once back at his dragon who was still sitting quietly in the same place. 'Stay there.'

A small smirk spread over Thorn's snout. 'What else would I do?' The voice soon went serious. 'Don't do anything stupid.'

'Of course not.'

He felt the dragon glare at him even though neither could see each other anymore and he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. They entered the Great hall as one of the first, seeing the Viking warrior talking with Stoick. The chief's face going paler and paler. 'Stoick, what's happening?' It was Gobber's loud voice spreading through the room.

The chief looked at them. 'A large fleet of Outcasts are heading this way. We have to prepare for war.' Gobber gave him a quick nod before rushing out again as the man probably already knew what he had to do in a situation like this.

Murtagh stayed as he wasn't completely sure what was happening, but one thing he definitely knew... It wasn't a good thing. 'What can I do to help?'

Stoick looked at him as his face changed into one with a mix of worry and suspicion. The man didn't completely trust him yet. 'It's our problem, you don't have get mixed up in it.'

'It's fine, we... Thorn and I have done our fair share of fighting. You have been good to us, we wish to help you.' And he definitely meant it.

Stoick's face slightly softened. 'Thank you, we could really use the help.' He glanced to the door and the clear blue sky behind it. 'Could you go and warn Hiccup and the other children.' Murtagh nodded before rushing off.