I'll keep this brief. I saw the THW a few weeks ago (Sucks that it took so long for it to release in the US) and it blew me away. I grew up with this franchise, it has helped shape the person that I am in so many ways. Saying goodbye is heartbreaking.

And that's what inspired me to write this. I'm not quite ready to say farewell, so I wrote these to help...grieve, for lack of a better term. So I hope you enjoy this, I've put a lot of work into it over the last couple of weeks.

I'm about 3 chapters ahead on this, which will probably release every week unless something stumps my progress. So, here's a little introduction of sorts. Enjoy.

The air streaked with a black blur, twisting around winding tunnels. The dragon once known as Toothless flew through the glistening cavern of the Hidden World, his mind elsewhere from the hard beating of his dark wings and the rush of air against him. His responsibilities as Alpha were left there on the ground beneath him as he spun through the air. The walls blurred together in a mesh of multi-coloured shapes as he passed.

His mate had taken the children to the surface, to see the world of the humans for the first time. He didn't know if she intended it as a rare treat of a cautionary warning. Either way, they had been gone too long. The Night Fury had begun to worry about them.

His mind went into overdrive, dwelling over any possible reason to explain why they were gone for so long. What if they'd been caught by trappers or flown too close to the water that their wings had been soaked and they'd drowned?

He flew overhead to avoid disturbing the dragons and their children nesting. He remembered when his mate and he had been expecting hatchlings. He sure would have appreciated peace and quiet back then. But that was the life of the Alpha, you live for your people, not just for yourself and your family.

The undisturbed areas passed beneath him without illuminating. He had never known them to glow when he was around, for none of the hatchlings were Night Fury young. The thought made him sad.

He landed on a flat shelf overlooking the large cavern. He surveyed the area, searching around for the snowy shaded female. Where did she go?

He turned as he felt a loud thud from behind him. The Deadly Nadder that was once known as "Stormfly" gave him a curious look.

He held his hoof over his eyes to indicate a "looking around" gesture. His friend nodded with understanding, raising her wing and squawking. They had gone towards the Great Waterfall, all four of them, the gesture said.

Grunting to communicate his gratitude, he took off. The fury angled himself northwards and shot off, the Nadder following him to the surface. He slipped around natural rocky pillars, spinning to avoid low hanging stalactites that threatened him as she struggled to keep up.

He grunted to other dragons as they passed, some glancing up at him with curiosity while others made respectful sounds. He paid them no heed, he had a job to do.

The Hidden World closed off into a narrow cave, devoid of any colour other than the bleak grey of the stones. The cave opened up into a cavern. The Great Waterfall lay in the center, dropping obscene amounts of seawater to fill the cavern.

With a loud boom, he shot through the mouth of the Great Waterfall. The great downfall of sea falling inwards remained as awe-inspiring as the first time he had seen it, years ago. He had no time to admire its beauty, however.

He emerged into a fog that drifted over the sea, masking anything nearby from his sight. Stormfly flew behind him, scouting out higher airspace. He searched around the mist, coming to a stop by a rocky platform that stuck out of the water. He hovered above it, scanning all around him for his family. She knew not to venture out too far, didn't she?

Something collided with him from behind in an airborne tackle. He was knocked out of the air, landing on the rock base beneath him, on his back.

The Light Fury landed on his chest, straddling him. She smirked at him, her playful side on display. pressing her snowy nose against his in greeting.

He squirmed beneath her, his features forming a soft pout. The weight of her pressed down on him, binding him to the rock.

She poked his chest with her hoof, sticking her tongue out. Too slow, the gesture seemed to say.

He darted in and licked her on the cheek before she could avoid it. He wore a cheeky grin on his face, waggling his eyebrows. She scrunched up her nose and glared at him in mock anger, her eyes singing with affection in contrast to her glaring face.

The Night Fury felt excited bumps on his tail, clambering up it. His three young appeared on his mate's left wing, gazing down at him. His little Night-Lights.

They yipped in greeting, their eyes twinkling in amusement at their father's current predicament. He laughed as they piled on his tail like he was some sort of dragon pillow. They nestled against him, making sighs of mock tiredness. They took after their mother in how they adored to tease him.

The shadowy dragon struggled to rise with the weight of them. The little ones pinned down his tail, preventing him from knocking them all off with it.

His mate took pity on him, leaning down to lick his cheek before shifting off of him. His body ached a little as he got to his feet, shooting her a small, grateful smile.

As he straightened, he heard the fog whisper as something parted the low-hanging clouds. On instinct, his body shifted, his wings moving to cover his young as he heard the creak of wood from the fog.

A shape began to form from the fog, brown and looming. He stepped back, plasma forming in the back of his throat. His scales glowed a faint blue.

A wooden ship emerged from the gray blanket. The fury flew to it, landing on the helm of the vessel to get the attention of the four humans on deck. He snarled in warning, narrowing his eyes in a silent challenge.

A human man faced him. There was something vaguely familiar about him. He held no fear in his eyes, only… excitement? The fury frowned, confused.

"Hey there bud," The fury noticed the softness in the man's voice, the calm in his demeanor, "Remember me?"

The woman at the back of the ship held the young close, reassuring them. The little children look terrified at the sight of him.

The man reached to him, turning his face away from him to show he was no threat. The fury approached him cautiously, sniffing his hand. His eyes widened.

Toothless tackled Hiccup to the deck, nuzzling into his friend. Hiccup laughed,

"I am glad to see you too bud!" He exclaimed. Toothless licked him, spittle spraying all over Hiccup, drawing a groan from him.

"How's the saddle holding up?" Hiccup managed as Toothless continued to lick him.

He felt all the subtle differences in Hiccup that the years had given him. He had grown bulkier under that armor and he had a beard now, a short fuzzy thing that reminded the Night Fury of his father, Stoic.

An image flashed through his head. A fuzzy haze, a bright bolt of plasma. Hiccup yelling his father's name, like calling for him louder would bring him back.

He dispersed the memory before guilt overwhelmed him. He focused on the joy of seeing his best friend again.

A boy and a girl approached. They looked frightened of him as if he was planning on devouring their father alive. Toothless didn't blame them. To an outsider, it looked like he was trying to digest Hiccup with his tongue.

Their father guided both their hands out into an outstretched position. The boy cringed away but the girl remained. She kept her hand outstretched if a little shaky. Her eyes were closed, her head turned away from him.

Toothless pressed his nose into the palm of the girl, sniffing it lightly. She smelt like ink and sheepskin, a reader for sure.

The girl opened her eyes as her hand met his snout. She laughed with untamed joy as he purred against her touch, just like he had done with Hiccup, all those years ago.

She pulled her hand away, a soft smile on her features. He gave her one of his signature toothless grins. She patted him on the top of the head in a rhythmic pattern. The contact felt soothing to him.

A little whimper from his side made him turn. Hiccup's son remained with his face behind his hands, probably scared that the dragon had eaten his sister. Toothless bent down to gaze at the terrified little boy.

Toothless sniffed his hair, giving it a hard, rough lick. The boy squealed, his hands leaving his face. Toothless smiled at him, tilting his head.

He scooped the boy onto his back in one easy motion. Before he could take off, he felt a heavier weight settle behind the boy.

"Trying to kidnap my children, is that it Toothless?" Hiccup grinned. He patted the dragon on the nose with affection. Toothless basked in his touch. He had missed it.

They took off with a quick burst of speed. Toothless tucked his wings in to lessen the air resistance as they climbed higher. As he streaked towards the clouds, Hiccup whooped with glee. The sound felt so Hiccup to Toothless. It reassured him to know his old friend had not changed too much on the inside.

The little boy whooped alongside his father, the sound of his laughter spread out across the sky.

They flew amidst the clouds. Toothless dived through the frothy masses. He cut shapes into them with his flight, straight narrow lines that divided the puffy balls up. He grinned as Hiccup tossed his son into the air. Toothless tensed, ready to dive down to catch him.

The child giggled as Hiccup caught him in his arms. Toothless relaxed, going out of protective parent mode.

His mate flew alongside, beaming up at him. His Night Lights swam through the air with her, making use of the time to practice their camouflage. One pulled up beside Toothless, delighting as Hiccup's boy began to play with them.

"We never did give her a proper name, did we bud?" Hiccup asked, nodding at his mate. Toothless shook his head, making sure Hiccup felt the movement. "Well, the people at Berk liked to refer to her as Nuble-"

A sonic boom cut him off as she shot straight ahead on her own, flying large, orbital rings around them. Showoff.

Toothless felt at ease, for the first time in years. Being the Alpha, his relationship with his mate and even raising his hatchlings had taken its toll on him. The life he had led, he wouldn't have traded it for the world, but it could get tiresome sometimes. And on those sometimes, he wondered if he had made the right choice-

His thoughts were interrupted as Astrid pulled up ahead of them, her daughter riding on Stormfly alongside her.

The two kids swapped places, with the girl leaping like a cat onto Toothless's back. Her auburn red hair glistened in the Sun's light, like the center of a warm hearth. Her laugh was just as warm, filling the air around her with the pleasant sound. Hiccup placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders to keep her steady as she settled down in front of her father.

He felt the girl pat the side of his face. Her hands traced the scales of his cheek, fingers gliding over them like a soft whisper. He leaned into her touch. The smell of quills and parchment once again filled his nostrils, but there was something else in it too. Is that...fur?

She pulled her hand away from him, as a cloud parted before them. She began to stroke his back, easing her hand around his nubs. The gesture felt odd to him.

"He's not a dog, Cam," Hiccup chastised, "Right bud?" He patted the dragon on his side. Toothless could hear the undertone strictness in his words. The girl's wandering fingers retreated, her hands held up away from him.

Stormfly suddenly stopped in front of them, lurching to the side. Astrid waved her arms over her head on the dragon's back.

"Hiccup!" She yelled. The wind began to roar around them. "There's a storm ahead! We need to turn around and get out of her before-" The wind howled, snatching the words from her mouth. She turned Stormfly around, flying in the opposite direction to the dark clouds that had risen. She gestured for them to follow, the wind too loud for words.

Hiccup leaned down to yell in Toothless's ear. "Get us out of here, bud!"

Toothless beat his wings against the wind, struggling to fly. His limbs began to feel heavy like they were coated with a heavy metal that weighed him down.

As he resisted, he could feel himself being dragged into the whirlwind that had formed. He pushed against it, managing to break free of its grasp. He flew towards Stormfly. The dragon turned to check the proximity of the whirlwind. What he saw made him freeze.

His mate was being dragged into the spiral storm. She screeched in distress, blue eyes wide as her wings beat with frantic strokes. The force of the storm reeled her in, like a fish it had caught on a line. This fish was trapped, no way to escape and yet it struggled on.

Toothless flew to Stormfly's side. He brushed Hiccup and his daughter off his back with the edge of his wing. He did not have time for Hiccup's qualms..

He shot off towards the whirlwind. His son followed alongside him, his pale body flickering in and out of his site.. He growled at him, a sharp order to stay back.

The wind grasped at him, eager to take him into its embrace. He reached his mate, latching onto her with his claws. Together they fought the wind like rowers fight the river's current, though they know it is futile. It dragged them into its midst, as they struggled to be free. A whirlpool began to form at its sea base.

"Toothless!" He heard Hiccup yell. He heard his children howl after them as he plunged into the whirlwind. His mate screeched a mournful howl. He held her close as tears began to leak from her eyes.

His wild howl filled the skies, all the pain and grief he felt present in the sound. His children would grow up alone as the last of their kind, just as he had. His eyes met with Hiccup's. Please, take care of them, he pleaded, hoping Hiccup would understand. He held his mate tighter.

Both their wings fluttered to a stop as the whirlwind snatched them from flight. They fell in a spiraling free fall towards the sea, pulled into the center of the whirlwind. The Night Fury wrapped his wings around his mate, cradling her against his chest as she closed her eyes.

For a split second, he was reminded of when she had brought him to the Hidden World. The swirling spirals, the gaping hole swallowing them. But they did not fly as two partners, dancing across the sky in an elaborate ritual.

They fell into the abyss, as one.

Swept away by the wind, the great sea swallows them, a parent taking its children into its embrace. The sky thunders as lightning flickers across the grey skies, a roar from the gods. An announcement, a promise, a vow, a warning of some kind, none could say.

The night and the day were caught in a whirlpool, an unnatural current that drags them across the sea with a purpose. It separates them from whom they are, whom they love and hate, leaving only their bare essence. They drift an endless distance, a voyage with no ship. Guided by the gods' hands, they pass little specks of green and mounds of brown. Ruined ships are passed, creatures slink into the sea's depths as the hands of the gods usher them aside, for they are only onlookers of their work.

All of this happens within minutes, and yet it seems to happen within an eternity. Time warps in a backward current, the flow reversing as reality is twisted. Mass is shifted and changed, becoming something similar and yet utterly new. Scales become flesh, wings become arms as faces are sunken inwards. The gods work as one to transform beast to man.

They gifted them with knowledge, of the customs of humans and their language. They allowed some of their beastal characteristics to remain. It would not do for the humans to perceive them as ordinary, as truly one of them. They would be freaks amongst the humans, for the real challenge would lie in acceptance.

Their work complete, the creators stand back to allow the events they have set in motion to unfold. For them, this is little more than an experiment, an evaluation. A chance at a better world, if the inhabitants of it are willing to grasp at the opportunity.

And for the poor beasts caught in the gods' plan. They have a world of misery in store for them, as is the way of the relations between the human and dragonkind. Fate spins no thread, weaves no destiny for the world, it is in the hands of the mortals themselves how their fates are shaped.

And there would be no third chance.

Thanks very much for reading. One last thing, I'm seeing a lot of conflicting opinions on what the Light Fury's definitive name should be. From what I can see, Nubless, Toothpaste and Luna are the three big ones. If anyone wants to suggest which I should use, that would be really helpful. I'm kinda leaning towards Luna.

Thanks again for reading.