Authors note: Hey guys! i am so sorry this took so long to write! i did not expect it to take this long.

Thank you guys so much for leaving reviews! I'm really happy respond to any of your questions and it makes me super happy whenever I read nice comments. I am so glad all of you guys love this story and, to reply to the guest that commented, I don't really get what you meaning by "Your writing style is very easy to relax to" but i get what you mean.

To respond to Mariah, I can't actually really answer your questions because I don't even know the answers! I'm kinda just writing this and, once I think somethings good enough, publish it, and I don't really have a plan, but I can say that Hiccup will probably take the dragons with him. As to whether there is another girl, well, in this story Hiccup doesn't love Astrid (in a boyfriend-girlfriend kind of way). The reason to that will be explained in the next chapter (or the one after that, not really sure, but soon) when I explain everybody's age.

And to all of you who are wondering, the vote from last chapter is still on! However, Toothless' tail is not injured, he has lost it (plainly because if he loses it and Hiccup builds him a new fin, there is a lot of potential of bonding and cuteness). Anyway, Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or any characters mentioned in this story, all rights of ownership belong to Dreamworks Animation and Cressida Cowell (Still don't know if I spelt that right).

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"AAAH!" I screamed in frustration as I still failed to see any sign of a Night Fury. I opened my journal to the roughly drawn map of Berk I did not too long ago and grabbed my charcoal pencil out of the middle of the book. Now, when I say charcoal pencil, I mean a piece of charcoal stuck on the end of a stick and held their by a small string of sorts. I didn't really like these pencils, the ones that trader Johan had on his trading vessels were so much better, and let you draw exact detail. But they were so expensive, so I had to settle for the old fashioned burnt wood stick. The map was completely covered in X's, all of them concentrated around Raven's point. I added another X to the mess and then huffed in frustration and drew a giant X over the whole thing, and a splinter from the stupid stick got stuck in my finger.

I screamed once again in frustration and all but threw the pencil back into the book and slammed it shut before dumping in my vest pocket. I turned to the sky, not caring if anyone heard me and screamed at the top of my lungs "WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" The Gods hated me, they truly did. I put in as much effort as everyone else, actually, put in way more effort than everyone else, and they still hated me. Everything I did ended as a disaster, my inventions, me trying to lend a hand, this! I huffed in exasperation and pulled at my hair. "Some people lose their mug, or their axe, but not me! No,"

I looked forward and saw a branch right in front of where I was walking, at the perfect place where I could hit my head. I angrily raised my hand and continued on, my voice getting louder by the second. "I manage to lose an entire DRAGON!" My fist swung forward on the last word with a strength I didn't know I possessed. I watched with a satisfied smirk as the branch bent back, looking like it would snap. My smile dropped when I saw it come flying back at me and- WHAM! I grabbed my head and hissed in pain, I could already feel the small amount of blood trickling down my head from the cut the tree had so graciously given me. I turned to glare at the tree but suddenly lost my anger.

Obviously, the tree wasn't having a real good day either, if the giant split in the middle of its trunk is anything to go by. I warily took a step back, whatever did that must've been big, this tree was one of those hundred-year-old ones, the type that didn't just break. Something big must've hit it in anger, or ran into it really fast, or…

Crashed into it.

I quickly ducked and looked around, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around uncomfortably at how unobservant I had been. When I spotted no giant, black dragon creeping up on me to kill me, I calmed down enough to look around the tree. There just behind the tree was a giant trench in the ground that ended at a boulder at the top of a hill. I gulped and got close to the ground and walked slowly over to the boulder. I pressed my back up against it and took in deep breathes and let them out again. Why are you freaking out so much! I thought angrily to myself, you haven't even seen it yet, it might not even be there. It still took me a while to calm my nerves as looked over the boulder.

And quickly hid behind it again when I saw the black beast on the other side. I didn't really see it, I just saw a big, black mass, that was lying still on the ground. I took a deep breath and slowly peeked over the boulder. There on the ground was a big, jet black dragon. It was much smaller than I expected though, it was smaller than a Nadder, though much bigger than a Gronkle, and way bigger than me. One of its wings were extended slightly and caught in the bola that struck from the sky. I handmade the bola specifically for this reason, they had small pieces of iron in them that held the rope strong and latched on to whatever I caught. The small amounts of iron would dig into the flesh of the victim so whenever they struggled it would get tighter and tighter until it was ripped out of the flesh, usually along with chunks of it. The scales on its hide was seamless, and I almost thought it didn't have scales, until I focused and saw the small, individual black scales that were about half the size of my palm.

A small laugh escaped my lungs as I slid down the hill and came to a stop next to the dragon. Up close, it was really big, and I was really glad it was tied up on its side and not standing up. I threw away the thought with a small shudder and a laugh as I put a foot on the Night Fury's leg, "Ha! Look at me! I have defeated this beast!" I could see it all now. People would sing songs of this moment, make heroic looking paintings. I'd be a legend, the people would cheer my name, people would look up to me, and dad would be proud. The Night Fury groaned and shrugged me off. I yelped as I fell over, but quickly crawled backwards away from the dragon, panting.

It's not dead I thought in fear. I grabbed my small dagger out of my vest and stood up, pointing it toward the Night Fury with shaking limbs. I cursed myself for being stupid, then studied my breathing, then my heart almost stopped as I realised its eyes were open and staring at me. They were green and the pupils were slightly slitted, and in them I could see the apprehension as it watched me come closer. "I'm gonna kill you dragon" I muttered under my breath as I approached it. I adjusted my grip on my dagger so it faced down toward the beast. This was going to be painful for the dragon, the dagger was small and it was big, it might not even get through the scales, and if it did, it would be slow and painful. "I'm gonna cut your heart out and give it to my father" I could see dad's proud smile as I showed him the heart of the Night Fury, as I smiled up at him with the blood dripping down my arms, leaving red trails. Blood I thought as I was almost sick, there's going to be so much blood. I was never good with blood, especially when it was on a weapon, because that meant the owner of the blood was dead and- no. I had to stop this thoughts.

"I am a Viking" I muttered as I started to raise the dagger above my head, ready to plunge it down into the beast, to savour its screams of pain and the blood that would gush over my hands as it flared and whimpered and- NO! "I AM A VIKING!" I screamed at the dragons face then I shut my eyes and prepared to plunged the blade down. I could feel the Night fury's eyes bearing into me, as if it was silently begging to be left alive, for me to show mercy. Don't look at its eyes, I thought sternly. If I looked into its eyes my resolve would break, and I wouldn't kill it. So I puffed out my chest, took a deep breath.

And opened my eyes.

I immediately felt a pang of pain and guilt in my heart as I saw how hopeless it looked. I watched silently as I saw the last amount of hope leave its eyes, as its head fell to the ground with small croon of sadness. And as I watched I felt like a monster, because I knew that I was the reason it was like this, why it was giving up. And in that brief moment when I looked at it, when its green eyes met my before closing, all I could see was myself. Like, literally myself. I saw the reflection of me in its eyes, how hopeless and sad I looked, as if it was killing me to do this, and I realised that we were the same. Both hopeless, scared, and alone. I knew in that moment the painful truth, the one I had been avoiding since the day I was born, but now I couldn't any longer. I can't kill a dragon. I will never be a Viking.

I turned away from the dragon with a half-heartedly huff of annoyance. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes, and all I could feel was the pain. The pain of knowing that my father would never be proud of me, that I would never be a Viking, that I would always be alone. All I wanted to do was turn and run, hide somewhere deep in the forest where no one could ever find me, just hide and cry at how unfair the world was. I was already walking up the hill I came down when I turned around and glanced at the dragon. I felt that thing in my heart fall as I muttered my next words with more pain than I ever thought possible, "I did this."

And before I could think about what I was doing, or how it would end, I was cutting the ropes of the bola. I found the ropes that would relieve the most strain so the iron would no longer be imbedded in the dragon, so it could get out of it unscathed. By cutting these ropes the pressure would loosen until the point I could just pick the bola off the dragon and leave. I cut one of the ropes and I could already see most of the ropes loosen, when I cut the second one the dragons wing was free. I quickly found the last one I had to cut, which would relieve all the pressure and the dragon would be free. I started sawing the rope getting thinner and thinner, fraying when the dagger was cut through it. Three, two, one, and-

A small scream burst out of my throat as I felt the giant black mass crash into me. My head collided with a rock that left my vision swimming, but I could feel the pressure on my chest keeping me pinned to the rock. I tried to get it off me, pushing and shoving at it. When my vision cleared a yelp tore out of my throat as I realised the thing on my chest was a giant, black scaled, dragons paw. It was almost as big as my whole chest, bigger than my head, and it was heavy, and it wouldn't budge even the tiniest bit.

Even though only a few seconds had passed it had felt like I'd be trying to move the paw for ages. I finally looked up at the Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, and all I could see were the razor sharp teeth inches away from my face. I let out a small yelp and re-doubled my efforts to move the paw off me. I looked for my dagger but saw it far out of my reach, so I quickly looked for something else. My head was snapping around so fast that I saw I could've gave myself whiplash, but I couldn't find anything, not even a stick. I felt my limbs begin to shake as I looked back up at the Night Fury's face, I tried to ignore the tears that stung my eyes or the small trail of one as it ran down my cheek. My hands came to rest on the paw on my chest, my fingers unconsciously wrapping around the edges.

I looked into its eyes, full of so much anger and rage, and had never felt so small. Now, I was pretty used to feeling small, after all, I was literally a talking fishbone among Vikings. I had been victim to many of Dads outbursts of rage, as he paced in front of the fire while yelling about how stupid I was, and I sat there curled into a little ball just to find some comfort. But right now, I felt like a small, defenceless child. And I hated it. But I was far too scared. I felt so small, like the Night Fury could just squish me with its paw like I was a bug (It probably could). The thing inside my heart seemed to curl into a ball and hide deep inside of me, and I could feel my legs coming up so I could curl into a ball as well. But the paw was in the road. So I just lay there gasping for breath and feeling like I was choking on my fear.

Why aren't I dead yet? My stupid brain thought. I'm not complaining or anything but shouldn't the Night Fury have already killed me. I looked in its eyes and still saw the rage and the pure, untamed anger, but I also saw confusion, resentment, irritation. It's eyes scanned my face and I tried to sink back into the rock, just to get away from the eyes that were studying me, the intelligent eyes that were looking for something, and I shuddered at the thought of what it could be thinking. Thinking it was distracted I tried to push the paw off again. I had hardly moved my hands before it was snarling viscously in my face. Then it took its paw off me and rose high above me.

I immediately curled up and put my arms over my head. When nothing happened for a second I opened my eyes to peak at the dragon. Just as it crashed back down. Its paws landed on either side of my head, way too close for my liking, and it opened its mouth right next to my face and roared. I curled up tighter and tried to block my ears as a small whimper escaped my lips. I could feel my eardrums bursting, and all I could feel was the dragons roar shaking through my veins. I couldn't stop the tears that leaked from my face as the thing in my heart seemed to scream I'm sorry!, but I didn't dare let out a sob. The roar seemed to last for hours before it abruptly stopped.

The Night Fury snapped its mouth shut and huffed me, the hot air blowing my hair all over the place, before it turned and flew off deeper into the forest. I watched as it clumsily flew away, crashing into a few trees before it disappeared into the fog. I lay there, breathing heavily as the roar continued to echo in my head. I slowly sat up and looked where the Night Fury had flown off, before slowly stumbling to my feet. I picked up my danger and started to walk away before the shock of everything finally hit me. I had been so close to dying, my head was literally inches away from being in the dragons mouth. It could've ate me! I almost died!

Those were my last thoughts before my face decided to become acquainted with the ground.

Flamming arrows fell from the sky in wide, flaming arcs. My head spun around as I saw the dragons flaming the ships, the Viking ships, the Vikings on board fighting with everything they had to stop them. I could feel the heat of the dragons fire on my skin, so hot I just knew there would be burns. I watched as a Viking was flamed, stood there as another was tore in half, and only flinched when another blood splattered across my face. I stumbled away from the lifeless corpse at my feet. I turned and ran down the deck of a ship I was standing on and crashed into a Nadder's leg. I was about to run when Vikings charged at the Dragon with raised axes.

The Nadder grabbed me with a large clawed paw and jumped into the air, I freaked out and pulled a dagger from my boot and plunged it into its foot. It roared in surprise and opened its paw, and I roughly fell down to the deck below. I stood back up and ran toward the front of the back of the ship. I briefly noted that my mouth was opening and shutting again, over and over, and my throat hurt. I focused through the pain that ran through my body and my heart, and I felt something inside me stutter in fear, but I kept focusing, at least trying to figure out why my mouth was moving like that. Then I finally heard it, my voice screaming out of my throat, saying one word, over and over. "Dad!"

Something crashed behind me and I turned around quickly. And looked straight into the rage filled eyes of the Night Fury.

My eyes flew open as a gasp racked my throat. My heart beat rapidly, filling my ears with the familiar thump-thump, and blocking out all other noise. The light from the sun was a calming orange, casting the small ditch in a calming glow, but it faded too fast, becoming a foreboding, cold dark, as I struggled to see my surroundings. It was just a dream, it was just a dream, I repeatedly told myself to calm down. When my heart rate finally calmed down I heard the calming sound of the crickets, and the howl of the wolves. The forest seemed quiet and serine, lulling me into a calm state, reminding me that I was safe under the trees.

The wolves howled louder, sounding closer. I sat up and looked around cautiously, gripping my dagger so hard that the pommel dug into my hand. As nice as the forest was, the wolves were not, and wouldn't hesitate to make a snack of a Hiccup like me. I heard a yelp from deeper inside the forest, and realised that it came from the same direction the Night Fury went. A brief blue light was all I saw before a thundering boom echoed through the trees. The Night Fury was still here, and still very able to fight. I quickly scrambled to my feet and ran.

I needed to get back to the Village.