Hey everyone! How are you all doing? Well, after seeing the AMAZING How to train your Dragon movie, I just had to write some fanfiction and draw the characters. It was too risky to keep all my "Raw-Vikingness" contained. Anyway, this will be the film's story from Toothless' POV and I do plan on doing the whole movie. But not to worry, Two Lives, One Soul is still in progress, I'm just taking a little time on a fight scene.

Disclaimer: I do not Own How to Train Your Dragon or any of the characters.

R&R please now enjoy!

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Toothless's Tale

Chapter One: The Viking Boy

She was getting hungry again. Her roars and bellows filled our nest with her wrath and our hearts with fear. Red mist swirled around the conical cave that was our home as She raised her head roaring for food. I shrank back into a small hollow where I slept, as did my brood into their own hollows. Whenever She became hungry, She wanted us to raid the Humans' home, Berk, for food and to kill Humans. Killing a Human is the most repugnant thing a Dragon can do, but once She arrived at our home she took over and devoured the chief and demanded that we bring her food and kill Humans otherwise, she would eat us.

At least we were able to plan. During the early days of her reign of terror so long ago, we agreed to make sure the Humans didn't die painful deaths and to keep the casualties to a minimum. We just told her that the Humans of Berk were good fighters, and it was true! Over time they became formidable opponents, it's gotten such that eventually, if nothing changes, we'll destroy each other.

Who am I? You wouldn't be able to pronounce my name in Human tongue so you can just call me Night Fury for now. It's what the Vikings of Berk call me. They've never seen me, or even touched me and therefore, they fear me the most. It's oddly flattering in a way. They were raised to hate Dragons, but strange as it may seem, our raids are the only thing preventing Her from flying across the sea and razing Berk to the ground. I couldn't bear it if so many innocents were killed and all that green burnt to ashes.

And, just as fearsome and scary as the Vikings can be when we raid, I'm actually more curious about them. I wish I could meet one, if only one of them could put their differences aside and maybe I could find a Human who could help us. Dragons are only fearsome when we have to be; unfortunately…some of the Dragons have become rather sadistic and revel in the bloodshed. I don't-and sadly fewer and fewer dragons share my opinion and more and more will kill a Human on sight.

I am glad to say I have never stained my paws with blood, and I hoped it would stay that way.

We arrived at Berk, it was shimmering with tiny fires in the moonlight. It was a shame we had to constantly raid a beautiful place. Countless times we burned their homes down, and each and every time, they were quick to recover. I was quite impressed at their resilience-or maybe it was stubbornness.

The first wave of Dragons, Flarebodies, the Small Ones, the Twin Heads, and the Big-Jaws, and Big-Bodies all swooped down on Berk. I stayed back with the reserve wave of Dragons. I had learned a while back that I was strongest in the back and I only attacked infrequently. I retracted my teeth in preparation so they wouldn't get damaged from my fire. Night Furies are the only Dragons that do NOT have constant teeth problems, all the others, their teeth are constantly eroded and damaged from the fighting and their fire-some of which they waste. They can only breathe fire so many times before needing to eat bones to refuel their fire stomachs. I don't have to refuel as often, because, I NEVER miss, mainly because I never try to hit a moving target which is near impossible mind you.

The houses burst into flames, and the Vikings all ran out torches a-blazing and axes and swords glinting in the fire light. The Chief, The Big Hairy Man shouted orders to everyone as the Dragons flew above their home setting everything on fire and snatching up sheep, cows, horses, and other livestock.

"Why do we have to do this!?" I asked myself angrily as some of the more sadistic Dragons incinerated an unfortunate Viking in his house. I prayed to Father Thor that his soul will be accepted to the Halls of Valhalla. I hovered a few hundred feet above Berk as the raid continued. It was a massacre, so much blood…My nose twitched and I sneezed on the scent. I flapped my wings, the shouts of the Vikings and the roars of the Dragon filled the night air along with the smoke and the scent of blood and ashes. The fight was going badly, I would have to help the other Dragons.

I swooped down on Berk already feeling the fire in my belly grow. I tucked my wings close to me going into a dive. I opened my powerful jaws and a terrifying shriek escaped my throat and a violet fireball shot out and struck the empty watchtower.

"NIGHT FURY!!!" someone shouted in terror. Immediately, there was instant panic among the villagers as they all fled. I struck another watchtower, the Viking stationed there only jumped into the bay in time. Just because I refuse to kill mindlessly doesn't mean I won't scare them. I swooped around the village once more in a wide arc aiming for the next watchtower; I shot another fireball at it and…movement, something from my left, shooting right at me!

WHAM!

Something slammed right into me and coils tangled around me restricting my movement! I was falling! I tried to steer my fall into the forest using my tail, but something was wrong with it! I could barely control my fall! I struggled to free my wings as I continued to fall, tumbling through empty air but to no avail. Whoever threw this cursed thing had a good arm. My wings were stuck fast to my sides, I was going to crash! I braced myself for impact, at least I was heading for the forest-not the village. I was only tens of feet away from the trees and gaining speed!

CRASH!!!! I barreled through the trees headfirst the branches and twigs snapping in my face and against my velvety wings. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that it would be over soon. I struck a large tree headfirst and it snapped lengthwise, right down the middle and I slid down the rough splintered wood, it slowed my decent somewhat but the pain kept growing. I wanted unconsciousness to come and take it away. I shot down a small hill and finally stopped. Breathing heavily I tried to block out the pain, already dark spots were forming in the edges of my vision, I starting to lose consciousness.

O Father Thor please help me…I prayed silently before darkness overcame me.

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The sweet scent of dew brought me back to consciousness, I shook my head a little to clear the fog. I twitched my ears taking in the sound of birds chirping and ravens cawing. I lay there, licking up a few dewdrops with my slightly forked tongue waiting for my strength to return to me. While I waited I listened to the sounds of the forest, birds, the wind, small furry creatures running about their business.

And…something else…

"…The gods hate me…" A voice said in despair, "Some people lose their knife or their mug. But NOOOOOOOOO I manage to lose and entire Dragon!?"

The scent of a Human reached me, and whoever it was, was getting closer. It must be the one who did this to me! I struggled against my bonds, I'd show him! Footsteps, the Human was only just behind the rocks, I could smell, Human male, fur, leather, wool, and metal.

A startled gasp, the sound of a blade being unsheathed, a gulp, and more footsteps towards me.

"I…I…I did it!" he sounded young, "Thi-this fixes everything! Oh YES!!" he sounded a little too overawed by his success-I must have been his first-either he very lucky or very unlucky-provided that I free myself from his trice blasted contraption.

"I have brought down this mighty creature!" he shouted a little more confidently planting a foot on my side-I still had my dignity to keep intact. I shook the Viking off me indignantly.

"WHOA!" he shouted as he lost his footing, and this time, I was able to get a good look at him. He was a boy! And a very skinny one at that. He wasn't built for close ranged fighting, he looked more built for long distance running, thin limbs and a slight elvish appearance. A shock of dark brown hair covered his head half of his bangs falling over his wide dark green eyes. He was clad in a light green tunic, a beige belt, a pelt, brown pants and fur lined boots, in his hands he held a small dagger-not even close to being a short sword.

I went numb with fear, I was defenseless. I couldn't even move, our eyes locked, and…I didn't know if it was my imagination, but I saw fear in the stripling's eyes. He took a deep breath and raised the dagger to chest level aimed directly at my heart. He glared at me with a fierce determination that felt all too fragile.

"I'm going to kill you Dragon…" he said his voice almost a whisper, "I'll cut your heart out and bring it back to my father. I. Am. A. Viking." There was a slight tremor to his words, as if, his bravado was starting to fall apart.

I was at his mercy, I was in the gods' hands. I closed my eyes waiting for the deathblow. The boy took a deep breath and…nothing. I heard him mumble something to himself then he took another, and another, and another. Why didn't he strike?

"I'm…a…Viking…" he gasped all energy gone from his voice, and I could have sworn I heard a choked sob. What was taking him so long? I opened my eyes again, my cat like pupils gone slit in fear. He froze then went slack the dagger's flat coming to rest on the crown of his head.

"I did this…" All the energy had abandoned him. I turned away as he took another deep breath, he was going to kill me for certain this time. I only hoped that it would be over in one fell swoop.

Whizz. Whizz.. Whizz.

SNAP!

What? My eyes snapped open in shock as I heard the sound of the dagger sawing through my bonds. The bonds around my legs and wings loosened, I could move! But why was a Human helping me, the most feared of Dragons? Was he stupid or just insane?

Whizz. Whizz.. Whizz.

SNAP!

The boy worked as quickly as he could his breathing slightly ragged and I could sense his rapid heartbeat. The bonds kept loosening around me, I couldn't understand this. I moved my back legs experimentally.

"One more…" The boy gasped, "And you're free." With those words he cut the last of my bonds.

Payback time stripling. I thought and I leapt up and pounced! He tried to scramble away backwards, but I was faster seizing him about the throat with one of my powerful paws and pinning him against the rocks and sending his weapon skittering away far from his reach. He gasped and struggled against me trying to pull my paw off his throat. I glared at him angrily.

He just tried to kill me, why shouldn't I? Just this once… I thought. I growled bearing my fangs as a low rumbling in my throat sounded as my fire began to rise-then I stopped…The boy's face had gone ghostly pale, eyes wide in terror. I looked at him right into his eyes and…he was just as terrified as I was only moments earlier. This…This would be slaughter if I killed this boy while he was defenseless and at my mercy. I lifted my paw from his throat. He gasped and coughed several times clutching his throat. I rose up on my haunches and roared then turned and flew away into the trees. He was lucky, and Odin help him if we should ever meet again.

I crashed through the trees trying to gain height in the air, but something was wrong with my tail! I couldn't stabilize myself! I was tumbling out of control! Did that little stripling have anything to do with this!? Did he step on my tailfin and rip it off? Or was it when he freed me and was going to take my tailfin home to put up the ruse that he had slew a Night Fury? Or when he struck me down to earth?

I flapped my wings desperately, but to no avail, I kept falling. I tried to use my second set of wings to stabilize myself, but the effect wasn't even noticeable. I barreled through the trees; it was almost like last night, only…much worse. The ground vanished from under me, opening up into a small canyon. I fell in an arc towards the ground and struck the soil. I slid for several feet then came to a stop. I got to my paws and shook myself free of the dirt. What had happened?

I tried to fly out but I couldn't steer myself and I crashed right into the stone walls. I was trapped, a downed dragon. I tried again, I clawed at the stone desperately, trying to get a hold on the stone, but it was far too smooth for my claws and I just fell right back down.

I roared in outrage. I was trapped. TRAPPED!!! I glanced around, grass, tree roots, no rodents, a small pond filled with…my nose twitched, FISH! I ran over to the pond's edge and stuck my head in snapping at the fish as they flitted by, I missed a few but I was able to catch a hold of a small one. I gulped it down and took a drink of water and tried to catch another fish, but in my frantic state, they all escaped me.

Suddenly, I felt sore all over. I would have to rest for the day and try to escape tomorrow. I found a comfortable spot on the grass and moving in a tight circle gently breathed fire in the grass warming my spot and laid down curling my tail in front of me-and I received a shock.

My left tailfin was gone. I would never be able to fly again.

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And there's the first chapter!

Oh and for what Toothless was naming the Dragons:

Big Jaws: Deadly Nadders

Flame Body: Monstrus Nightmare

Small Ones: Terrible Terror

Twin heads: Hideious Zippleback

Big Body: Groncle

And if any of you are asking about how I went about with Toothless' personality, I used my first impressions of him when I went to an advanced screening at the IMAX and of my childhood ideas of Dragons, kinda like the "protectors of the world". I never read a story where the dragon was the bad guy and It is my crazy ambition to find a dragon, go back in tiem and beat up St. George with it.

See you later!