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I'm so sorry for this really late update, i had the chapter half written and then completely lost inspiration. However, during quarantine i had a lot of extra time on my hands and figured that i might as well continue this and, BOOM, i've found my inspiration again! To try make it up to you guys, this is my largest chapter yet!

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Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or any of it's characters, all rights of ownership belong to Dreamworks Animation and Cressida Cowell (Do I have to do this for every chapter?).

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Everything hurt. My head felt as if a Viking was pounding against it, my muscles felt tense and sore, my wings were being ripped at by a bunch of tiny claws, claws that grew tighter every time I so much as puffed my chest out too far to take a breath. There were so many things that were hurting, or sore, parts of my body I didn't even know could get sore were sore. But my tail, my tail was burning. It felt like a Spine-tail was breathing a steady stream onto one side of it. The blood that trickled from my many wounds had long since clotted, but the stabbing pain from my cracked or shattered scales were still there.

I slowly tried to open my eyes, but quickly squeezed them shut when they hurt as well. I sighed in annoyance and instead focused on my other senses. I sniffed, ignoring the burning smell of dragons blood, my blood, to focus on the scene around me. The grass I was laying on smelled nice, the the cool fog that left little water droplets on the individuals blades and my scales felt nice. This would've been nice, had I not been lying on the ground in pain, so I tried to get up. My brain remembered to late that I was wrapped up in Vikings vines, and the claws Viking claws.

My mind filled with pain as the claws grew infinitely tighter around my body, tearing at my scales and my wings, gripping me so tight I swear if I moved again it would rip out my flesh. I blacked out in pain.

"Aah!" A voice reached my ears, small, high and squeaky. Probably just some hatchlings playing, I figured. I really didn't want to deal with Hatchlings right now, they were small and curious, and although they couldn't fly yet, they were still annoying. It wasn't really their fault, they were new to this world, and this world was new to them, it was only natural that they were curious about everything. I heard the indistinguishable voice of the hatchling and groaned again, the reasoning behind their curiosity didn't make them any less annoying though. I silently hoped for it to be quiet so I could get a bit of sleep, my head still hurt, though I can't remember what from.

My little wish was answered and the voice disappeared. I lay there pleased, still not opening my eyes, and trying to succumb to sleep once more. The hatchling obviously knew to stay out of my cave in the nest, after all, you didn't want to wake a Not's Guard. I sniffed the air and let out a pleased sigh when I smelt morning dew, though my tired mind couldn't figure out why I could smell it from my cave. Was there a hole in my cave somewhere, did the dew get in through that. But even with all these questions bussing around my head I refused to open my eyes to look around, scared I would lose what little grasp on sleep I had left.

I felt a small weight on my forearm and sighed mentally. I wasn't getting sleep, the hatchling was still here.

I shook it off and I could hear it stumble away with a surprised yelp. I took a sniff of it's scent to figure what species I would need to call to come get their hatchling, but it didn't smell right. It didn't smell dragon, so I took another whiff at the scent. I smelt a tangy scent that covered the ground during raids, blood my mind supplied. I smelt the fur of a bear but didn't smell the rest of it, which was confusing but I ignored it. I heard the panting of its breath, heard as it slowly moved its hand to grab something and stood up. I heard the small, squeaky voice of the hatchling from before, hatchling of what I did not know, and my blood felt like it froze when I heard it say "I'm gonna kill you dragon".

I opened my eyes and saw the hatchling from before, watching as he readjusted his grip on the small Viking claw he held. The past caught up to me again, feeling like I had flown straight into a cliff, I remembered the fall, the pain, the raid, the... the hatchling. No my mind thought as it broke apart, please no. There had been a small hope the hatchling didn't mean it, that he would come back and set me free, that he never meant to shoot me down or hurt me, but his words made my hopes come crashing down. I heard the hatchling take in a breath and speak in the lowest tone it could.

"I'm gonna cut your heart out and give it to my father." This couldn't be happening. I had saved the hatchling when he was small, I took him from the raid and protected him until the others of his tribe had come looking for him. I watched him all the time in the raids, convincing myself that I was doing it for amusement, even though I knew I was watching just to make sure he didn't go get himself killed. I remembered each time I had fired just a little to the right of a tower, so the blast would destroy it but also travel through to hit something (or, occasionally, someone) that was about to hurt the hatchling.

I had saved him so many times, over and over, but he didn't know. No one knew. I thought that would keep him safe, from the dragons and the Queen. If the Queen ever found out there was a hatchling I was even remotely attached to, she wouldn't hesitate to use him to blackmail me, to turn me into an obedient servant like all the other dragons. So I kept it a secret. From the hatchling, the dragons, the Queen, and, honestly, myself as well, just to keep the Hatchling safe. And now, because the Hatchling didn't know, I had a Viking claw pointed at me, raised high above the head of the one I tried to protect.

"I am a Viking!" The Hatchling barely whispered at me. I continued to watch him as he took in a breath and fumbled with the claw in his hand. I had been so sure, I knew he wasn't a Viking, but I was wrong. "I AM A VIKING!" The hatchling screamed at me, and in that moment I didn't know if he was trying to convince me, or himself. I took in his scent, the one I had barely brushed before, and I was shocked. He didn't smell like he was scared, he reeked of fear. I felt hope start to bubble up within me. Maybe, just maybe, I was right, and he wouldn't kill me. I felt my hope become crushed when he opened his eyes.

They were determined, scared and guilty sure, but determined. I knew he wouldn't hesitate, not anymore. I felt my head hit the ground with a quiet thud and I let my eyes shut once more, knowing that they would probably never open again. I waited in silence, the only sound was my heavy breathing, not even the birds were interrupting, but as time stretched on for what felt like hours, I felt anger start to rise up within me. Why wouldn't he just do it! Is he trying to make me suffer more! I couldn't stop the anger from flowing through my veins, couldn't stop the pure, cold hate from playing with my mind. Just do something! My mind screamed at him.

Then I heard him leave, he just stood up and left. The anger was increased tenfold. Not only did that Hatch- that thing! shoot me from the sky, but now it's just leaving me here to die! Instead of showing a hint of mercy with a quick death, he left me to the elements and the animals of the forest. The wolves would come after he went, they'd kill me, eat my flesh while I lay there not being able to do anything. And once they'd finish the others would come, my corpse reduced to nothing but bones in the scrub before my nest mates found me. If they will even look for you I thought helplessly. And all I could feel, was anger.

Then I heard a snap! and the pressure around my body immediately ceased. My eyes snapped open in fear, the wolves couldn't be here already! But all I saw was the small hatchling crouched by my side, cutting the vines with his Viking claw. I felt the anger return after the initial fear dissipated, what was he doing? Did he just come back to set me free? For what, so he can hunt me down with his tribe later?! Another snap echoed through the forest and I felt my wings were set free. My eyes narrowed, if this hatchling thought he could hunt me!, he was sorely mistaken. And this mistake, would kill him.

When a final snap echoed, and I felt the remaining pressure of the Viking vines disappear, I immediately lunged right on to the hatchling. I put my paw on his chest and pinned him against a rock, his head hit it, hard, and his eyes unfocused for a second. My paw held his body to the ground, making no movement possible. I didn't even have to try, the hatchling was already basically the size of my paw, one of my paws alone were bigger than his whole head! It's small paws, no, tiny paws (they seemed only just bigger than a small bitters paw) lazily shoved at my paw as his eyes still swam around.

When my paw didn't even budge, it looked down at confusion at my paw. When it saw my paw it's eyes widened dramatically and it started pushing at my paw ten times harder than before (my paw still didn't budge though). It tried to move my paw for a few more seconds before giving up and it looked up, though it probably only saw my teeth. I saw its eyes as it looked up at me, big wide green eyes that perfectly reflected the shades of the forests, like mine I quickly shook that though out of my head. When I looked in it's eyes I didn't see the determination that was there before, only the fear. Small tears prickled the corners of the eyes and the fear that was there struck a chord in my heart.

NO! This is a monster! It struck you out of the sky! It does not deserve your pity! The voice in my head screamed and the anger returned. I snarled at it and it yelped and tried again to move my paw of its chest. Once it realised my paw was not moving it looked around, most likely for its Viking claw. It head snapped back and forth so fast that I swore it was gonna snap its neck. It felt its body start to shake like a leaf in the wind as it looked back up at me. I felt the pure rage in me start to die as I watched the tears slowly come out of the small hatchlings eyes, felt as its small paws slowly curled around my paw, holding tight as if it was looking for comfort.

I felt a pang of regret go through my heart as I looked at it. It was so small, it couldn't be healthy if it was this small. I saw the other Viking fledglings that the hatchling talked to some times and they weren't nearly this small. But it wasn't just small physically, but it felt small too. Its hard to explain but when I looked at the small face of the hatchling under my paw, looked in its eyes, all I saw was a being who never stood up for themselves, but would rather step down. A being who let themselves be pushed around the place, someone who was resigned to their fate. And when I looked at the hatchling, that's all I saw, and all I saw was how small he was.

I watched as it legs curled up as it tried to make itself smaller. Good the voice inside me whispered he should be scared, he should be terrified. The anger returned, though not as bad as before, then I felt the hatchling push my paw, probably trying to move it thinking I was distracted. I snarled viscously at him once more to which he tried to press himself further into the rock behind him. I lifted my paw of him and rose onto my hind legs, towering over his cowering form.

I willed my throat to fill with the gas needed to make the blast I would use to turn the hatchling- No! The Monster into a pile of smouldering ashes. I chocked on what little gas I had in my mouth as I looked down at the hatchling. It was curled in a ball now, its arms over its head as it tried to protect itself. The small amount of gas in my throat quickly dissipated as I continued to stare at the small hatchlings form. It shook in small bursts, as if from the cold, and clutched its hair tight. With a start I realised that we were in the same position as before, but this time I chose whether he lived or died. And as I stared at his small form, I couldn't find it in myself to kill him.

The anger from before leapt back at me, though I tried to shrug it off I couldn't. I wouldn't kill the hatchling (I give up, its a hatchling now) but there was no way it was getting of this without something. So, with my mind finally made up I crashed back to the ground and roared in the hatchlings face. I roared as loud as I could, expressing my irritation and pure anger in the only way that didn't result in its death.

I snapped my jaws shut with an audible clap and huffed at the hatchling, who in turn seemed to curl in on himself even more. I quickly turned around and spread my stiff wings and with a small run launched myself into the sky.

Or at least, I tried to.

As soon as I was off the ground my body was once again alive with the pain of the fall and I slowly tilted towards the left. I crashed into a tree then tried to correct my flight path, only to run into another, and then the ground. I stood up and shook myself off and looked around the area of fog. Stupid cramped wings I thought angrily to myself as I huffed in irritation. I saw a ledge that led down into a hole. I probably would've liked the scenery if I could actually see through the fog, but all I could see was the bottom and a large, dark body of water, so still it was as if it was frozen.

But the ledge made a perfect place to jump to get some air. So I jumped and spread my wings and flapped as hard as I could to get above the tree-line. I angled my tail fin so I could-. I immediately tumbled down crashing into the murky depths of the lake below. I broke the surface with a loud gasp of air and swam to the shoreline, keeping my wings tucked close to my body. I dragged myself out of the water and shook to quickly dry myself of any substantial amount of water.

Good news, the water was freshwater, so my many cuts and scrapes didn't burn like they would in saltwater. Bad news, I was trapped in a hole, and I kept falling whenever I tried to fly. I spread my wings and turned back to the ledge I had jumped just jumped off. I flapped and flew into the sky then when the ledge was a claws-breadth, I went plummeting back to the ground. I turned and slowed my descent, going into a clunky jog when I hit the ground.

Why couldn't I fly! I know cramped wings are bad but you can still fly with them! I shook my wings and stretched them as far as I could, reliving them of the cramps. I tried to fly out again and was met with the same fate as before. *AAAAAHHHHH!* I roared in frustration. I looked at my wings to make sure there weren't any injuries. To say the least I was majorly relieved (although still confused as to why I couldn't fly) when I couldn't find any large holes torn into them.

I looked back at the smaller second wings, more like fins actually, that lined my sides. When they were fine I turned to look at my tail fi-. No. No no no, please no. The left fin was gone, completely torn off, leaving nothing but a mangled mess of my tail, caked with a trail of dry blood that began to bleed once agin from my rapid movements. I quickly tore my eyes away from my fin as I felt whatever little amount of food I had the day before begin to creep up my throat.

The pain from my tail seemed to finally come to my senses, but the pain of it was nothing compared to what this meant. I was flightless. I was a flightless Nott's Guard. I was grounded.

I was dead.

I slowly looked back at my tail fin, hoping that it wasn't true, that it was still there. It wasn't there. I felt my legs start to shake and then give out underneath me, but all I could process was the red line of bleeding, jagged flesh. My head was swimming, I couldn't focus. It was gone. IT WAS GONE! I slowly told myself to get it together, to not give up. It didn't fill me with hope at all, I doubt anything could now.

I licked the wound clean. If I was going to be grounded, like hell I was going to die from an infection! When the wound was clean, I blew a steady breath of fire over the wound. I filled my flames with my magic, healing the torn flesh. It would scar, but it would heal. Then the scales would grow back over it. once I was done I lay down in the morning mist, completely exhausted. Destroying things with magic was easy, healing things was hard and took far more magic.

My breath began to slow as I lay in the fog. It was almost easy to forget what just happened. I hardly noticed my eyes slip close as I fell asleep.

I woke with a gasp. The fog was gone, my throat was sore from the lack of water, and my stomach began to voice its annoyance at being empty. Everything ached, and the pain in my tail had been reduced to a dull throb. The sun was well on its way to fall below the horizon, the clouds above turning into a dull, orange glow, like that of a flame. I wanted to rest some more, but I knew I had slept long enough.

Come to me

I immediately looked around, taking a defensive position. The voice was soft and soothing, singing in a slow, calming tune. I couldn't find anyone, nor could I find where the voice had come from.

Come here and you'll be safe

I recognised the voice, and racked my mind to try find where I heard it before.

I'll protect you

With a start I realised the voice wasn't echoing around the cove, by echoing in my head.

But only if you help me too

I sunk low to the ground and backed up under a ledge, keeping an eye out for… I don't know. Anything.

I promise you'll be free

I knew it was a lie, I knew I couldn't go. But still a part of me felt like it wanted to go. To go back to her.

Come to me. Come to me now.

I stepped out from under the ledge I was hiding beneath. Maybe I should g- NO! Everyone recognised the song of the fallen Queen. And she was not my friend. Don't listen to her. Don't listen to the monster, I kept telling myself, over and over.

Come to me.
Come here and you'll be safe

I shook my head, trying to get the voice out. I pawed at my head, growled, try to drown the voice out. But it just kept singing.

I'll protect you.
But only if you help me too

No! No! NO! *Leave me! I'm not coming to you!*

I promise you'll be free.
Come to me. Come to me now

*Leave Me! GET OUT OF MY HEAD* I barely noticed the sky getting darker, barely heard the wolves howling over her cursed song.

Come to me.
Come here and you'll be safe.
I'll protect you.
But only if you help me too

*I…I… I can't come! I'm grounded! I can't come!* I couldn't stop myself. I ran to the wall and try to claw my way out. Climbing, falling.

I promise you'll be free.
Come to me. Come to me now

*Please, I can't come! Help me! Help me back!* I screeched into the sky, wanting her to hear me, waning anyone to hear me.

Come to me.
Come here and you'll be safe.
I'll protect you.
But only if you help me too
I promise you'll be free.
Come to me. Come to me now

*I CAN'T FLY! PLEASE! MY QUEEN! PLEASE!*

COME TO ME.
COME HERE AND YOU'LL BE SAFE.
I'LL PROTECT YOU.
But only if you help me too
I promise you'll be free.
Come to me. Come to me now.

Her voice grew louder as it seemed to tare at my mind, forcing free will from my body, I could hardly think all I could think was how much she needed me. How much I needed her.

COME TO ME.
COME HERE AND YOU'LL BE SAFE.
I'LL PROTECT YOU.
BUT ONLY IF YOU HELP ME TOO.
I PROMISE YOU'LL BE FREE.
COME TO ME. COME TO ME NOW.

I barely noticed how loud the wolves were howling over the pain in my head, or how dark it had become. A quick blast soon shut those wolves up.

COME TO ME.
COME HERE AND YOU'LL BE SAFE.
I'LL PROTECT YOU.
BUT ONLY IF YOU HELP ME TOO.
I PROMISE YOU'LL BE FREE.
COME TO ME. COME TO ME NOW.

I lay on the ground, pressed against the wall, twitching in pain from how much she was pulling me back to her, how much it hurt.

COME TO ME NOW!

I felt a burning within my skull, a deep blasting pain as if someone had tipped me on my side and poured Rock-eater lava down my ear. Then, almost immediately, it was silent. The Queen had gone quiet and my head was still throbbing painfully, almost as if had been torn apart. Almost as if something had been torn out. My eyes flew open at the shock that the Queen had just torn herself out of my head, and quickly fainted from the pain that exploded from behind my eyes.

A.N. And there you are! the chapter that I literally spent a year writing (I'm so sorry). I tried to make the Queens song so it sounding more aggressive as you went on. so you start and it's soft, but you finish with her commanding in a yell.

In the next Chapter I'm going to talk about age and relationships and all that about Hiccup because I changed it. Anyway, I hope you liked the story, don't forget to comment and I'll try to post the next chapter within a year this time! Fury's Fire out!