A/N: Hi everyone out there! So here's the fifth chapter already. It's becoming bigger than I was planning it to become, but oh well. Even when I say that I also have to tell all off you that the next chapter will be the last one. Furthermore I won't say much and I hope everyone will enjoy this chapter. So please tell me what you thought of it.

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The whole room fell silent and Murtagh saw Hiccup's eyes grow wide with both shock and curiosity, while his father just froze up. Murtagh bit his lip as he waited for someone to reply, but as the minutes crept by all that he heard was complete silence.

Hiccup was the first one to move as he blinked rapidly with his eyes and began to gape at him. 'That's amazing... I mean, it's really true, right?' He gave the boy a quick nod. 'But... how is that even possible, no one can live that long.'

'It's because of our bond.'

'Isn't it lonely?'

Murtagh looked away, biting his lip as his thoughts shifted to everyone he had left behind... of them all, Eragon and Arya were probably the only ones still alive. 'A bit... but I have Thorn with me, he's everything that I need. Even so I have to say it feels good to be with other people again.' Both he and Hiccup smiled at each other.

It was then that Stoick breathed in deeply. 'Is everything you said true?...'

Murtagh turned back to the chief, still fearing for what the man would say, but as he stared into those eyes he didn't see anger, there was simply a hint of fear in them, fear of the unknown. 'Yes, everything I said is true.' He sighed and looked away. 'Tell me what you want me to do, if you want me to leave then all you have to do is ask.'

'No!' Stoick almost screamed and Murtagh jolted up, not expecting the sudden shout. In the back of his mind he could feel Thorn react, ready to attack if it seemed needed. His rider's eyes grew wide, fearing that at any moment a sword would cut his throat. 'I... I mean... I didn't want to scare you, the only thing I want is to hear the truth... It's the same as with the dragons... We were blinded, we have been for such a long time, but I know we have to change our ways.' Soft mumbling spread through the room and the opinions were clearly divided.

Murtagh looked shocked at him as a small string of hope spread through his heart, it felt good. 'Y-you would allow me- us to stay here?'

Stoick nodded wildly. 'Yeah, that's kind of what I'm saying. You saved my little boy's life and I saw your skills in battle, you're a great warrior. We must learn to change, try to understand the things we don't know... It's the thing Hiccup taught me.' As he said his last words he brushed his large hand through his stunned son's hair. 'It's hard for me and I think most of the other Vikings, but just like with the dragons I know we can do it.' The chief's eyes shifted slowly through the room, eying his people and hearing their soft murmurings. '... But we can't let you in without first hearing the truth, we have to know that we can trust you.'

Murtagh gave him a soft smile. 'I will tell you... all of you.'

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Murtagh stared forward, his eyes settled on the village beneath him as he watched the people, ignoring the soft rain falling from the sky. A small smile was settled on his lips and he almost felt comfortable without Zar'roc on his hips. He could feel Thorn's joy in the back of his head, enjoying his time with some of the wild dragons.

He saw how villagers were scattered around the village, doing their jobs. He even let out a soft laugh as he saw Gobber yell at Mildew, just like everyone else in the village he wasn't that fond of the old man. The twins were playing pranks on the chief, while Snotlout was hitting on Astrid, which caused her to hit him on the head with her axe.

Even though it was The Vikings he was living with, it felt peaceful, something he hadn't felt for a very long time. He had lived with them for two months and most of them had accepted him along with his magic. Especially since he had healed a woman's broken leg, saved almost a whole harvest and rescued a little boy from drowning... Yeah, people tend to like that.

His thoughts shifted to Alagaësia, to everything that had happened in his past. He sighed deeply, now that he had finally settled down he started feeling homesick. For years he had only wanted to run, run from his memories and everything he had once done and now... now he just wanted to go back. See if his brother was still alive, if Arya was still alive, if they could forgive him for his crimes. A silent tear ran over his cheek.

'Are you okay?'

He was brought out of his thoughts by Hiccup's voice and his head snapped around. They smiled at each other before the brunette sat down next to him. 'Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking.'

The one legged boy narrowed his eyes. 'Are you sure about that, you're crying.'

Murtagh blinked at him for a moment before he brushed the tear away. 'Don't worry about me... I'm just a little ho-homesick...'

'For Agles- Alagaësia, for your brother?'

The raven pulled his legs towards his chest as he placed his hands over his face. '... Yes.' He mumbled and he could feel Hiccup's genlte hand on his shoulder. 'And I'm sorry for it... I mean... You all gave me a home, a place to live and settle down, and now I want to leave again. I'm terrible.'

'You shouldn't be sorry.' Murtagh didn't even dare to look in those bright green eyes, knowing he would feel even worse if he did that. They fell silent, Hiccup staring at the village as he looked at the palms of his hands.

Hiccup shifted closer to him, trying to comfort him with his presence... The boy was so innocent, his soul was still pure. From the corner of his eyes he could see the piece of metal the boy now had to call his leg, to think that his soul was still that pure after all that had happened to him. Hiccup had told him what happened and had simply explained his own thoughts, Murtagh had been shocked. The boy didn't deserve this fate, living with only one leg. Hiccup had so much potential, he would have been a fine dragon rider in Alagaësia, but... that wasn't were the boy belonged, Berk was, is his home.

He could feel Hiccup stand up as he asked. 'Show me some more of your magic.'

Murtagh finally looked up, staring into two bright smiling eyes and the small outstretched hand. He knew Hiccup tried his best... so he took it.

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Thorn's strong paws landed heavily onto the ground and the earth shook under his feet. He stretched his body as he folded his wings against his sides, his eyes settled on the little black dragon not far from him.

Toothless' human was stroking his pitch black scales and Thorn couldn't help, but grin as he watched them, they were still so young, so full of hope.

A slight yawn left his jaws and he let his large body sink to the ground, his head was resting on his front paws. He watched them for several more minutes before the night fury turned his head to him. 'Is something wrong?' Toothless asked, his voice still bearing the sound of that of a whelp, not that it was so strange, the dragon was still quite young... A slight growl spread through the back of his throat, how did humans call it again?... Toothless was like a teenager, yes, the word was teenager.

'No.' He answered in their dragon tongue. '... Not with me at least... I fear that my human longs for his nest.'

'But isn't his nest here?'

Thorn chuckled slightly. 'He loves your human's village, but I fear that he doesn't see it as his nest. We were both born far away from here.'

Toothless looked slightly disappointed at him. 'Oh, I see... I don't want to see you leave, I like you and I know that my human likes your's too.'

Thorn closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how he should answer, but before any of the dragons could say anything a young voice spread through the air. The red dragon's eyes shifted from Toothless to his human, Hiccup, who was looking at them with confusion in his eyes. 'Is something wrong?' Thorn chuckled slightly as those were the same words that his dragon had used earlier.

Hiccup started to rub behind Toothless' ears as he added. 'What were the two of you talking about?... If only I could understand you.' The last he added as his eyes fell in disappointment.

Toothless acted almost the same, looking at his human with hurt filled eyes, brushing his head tenderly against the brunette's palm.

Thorn couldn't even imagine how it felt to not be able to communicate with each other... The thought alone made shivers run down his spine, he never wanted to lose Murtagh, his brother, his soul mate. A slight whimper left his snout, he pitied them.

At the sound of the whimper they turned back to him, the night fury tilting his head slightly to the side as he watched him. 'Why did you make that sound?'

'Because I feel sorry for the two of you, that you aren't bonded in the same way my human and I are.'

The black dragon slightly shook his shoulders. 'It's fine, I have never known otherwise. The only thing I regret is not being able to talk to him, sometimes I just want him to understand what I try to tell him... He doesn't have enough self confidence.' But just after Toothless fell silent a spark of wonder spread through his deep black eyes and with only one jump he landed in front of Thorn. 'Can you? Can you talk to him for me?'

Thorn blinked rapidly as his shocked eyes stared at the little dragon before him, he hadn't thought of that yet... It was possible with the elves, so maybe... His eyes shifted for a moment to the human whelp, the boy was strong. 'I will try.' Was the only answer, but enough for Toothless as he jumped up and down in joy. The old dragon stretched his tired muscles as he stood up, slowly making his way to Hiccup. He knew how much his soul mate trusted this boy.

He let his mind flow out to the Viking as he leaned forward, his mind and his snout touching the boy at the exact same moment. He could feel the human stiffen in shock, but it didn't take long before he relaxed again, closing his emerald green eyes. 'Young whelp.' He spoke through to the boy's mind.

'What, who!' Hiccup screamed in shock. '... Thorn is that you?' He added as he seemed to have calmed somewhat.

The dragon snickered. 'Yes, it is me. Toothless asked me to talk to you.'

'How do you do this? Can Toothless do this too?' Many questions filled the boy's mind and Thorn knew he couldn't answer all of them.

'Only I can, and no Toothless can't talk to you like this. That's why I talk to you for him. He has many things he wants to tell you.'

There were many questions between the night fury and the boy and Thorn only felt joy in seeing these young souls' emotions. It was clear how much they cared for each other, they had a bond almost as strong as that of a dragon and its rider... maybe in some points even stronger.