Author's Note:

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. I DON'T OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, OR ANY OF THE DIALOGUE, OR TOOTHLESS, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR CONCEPTS. THIS IS A PURELY RECREATIONAL ENDEAVOR.

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, and I'm super nervous. I've recently been really obsessed with How to Train Your Dragon, and by extension, Toothless, so I thought I'd make a fanfiction.

This is just a silly, philosophical introduction to start. The first few chapters will just be going over Toothless's life before everything happened. Then, it will probably follow the movie verbatim, just with Toothless's opinions instead.

I know there's probably a ton of stories from Toothless's point of view out there, but please give mine a try! Review if you want to...but I won't push you!

Alone. It's one of the few words that every conscious thing can understand, even without knowing the word itself. For example, a wolf separated from a pack, the last bird living in a razed forest, and even a baby stolen from its mother know its meaning. Perhaps they understand the word in a different form than regular humans do, but they understand it all the same.

Loneliness is more than a physical state—it's a feeling: intense, overwhelming, and disquieting. No living thing wants to depend on itself for everything, including protection. After all, nature is the harshest of predators. It shows no mercy for the defenseless and isolated. How can a creature hunt for food if the entire world is hunting them? How can it sleep soundly?

Simple. It can't.

There is reason behind joining a pack, or allowing a parent to raise its child. Certain warmth exists with companionship—warmth that makes you feel like more than just another hopeless wretch, struggling to survive. You mean something to someone—you're worth protecting. There is immense comfort in knowing that you're not that only one watching your back.

There is mental, physical, and emotional safety in numbers. That much is true.

Indeed, there are some animals that live a solitary life—but it is often a short one, filled with ceaseless running, narrow escapes, and more than anything: fear.

But as was mentioned before, nature is cruel. It looks no kinder on newborns as it does murderers. Some offspring are left behind at birth, forced to fend for themselves from that moment on. They trust nothing—no one—and listen only their basic instincts. It is certainly a sad way to live.

But nature is also based on adaptation. And all animals can change—given the time and circumstance. These orphaned creatures are no different.