I had no memory about my parents and what tribe I came from. I was only around one or two years old? But I couldn't care less about that. For me, it wasn't worth the effort, now that I was happy on Berk. All that I remembered was a lot of water and a harsh storm. My adoptive parents, Stoick and Valka, told me that they found me on the chore of Berk, unconscious and catching cold.

The reason I was named 'Toothless' because, by the time the other infants had grown teeth, I still hadn't grown mine. My childhood was in between good and bad. Some kids treated me badly for how weird my eyes looked, the mismatched green and black. Some Vikings believe one eye was blind, which was wrong. Vikings they were, they didn't easily accept things that they didn't believe. I had some cool friends such as Fishlegs the Nerd, and the other younger teens as I hardly interacted with the teens my age.

There were times I used to ask Stoick and Valka why they didn't have a child. Traditionally, they should have an heir to continue their bloodline and lead the village. When being asked about it, they just usually laughed with off with sorrow or just pretended that there were some businesses they needed to do to get away from my question.

Change the topic. I was fifteen years old now. So was every teen here on Berk. At this age, every teen must be trained in dragon training. I didn't know if it was just me or the name made it felt like I was going to train dragons instead if killing them. I was told that the dragons were murderous mindless beasts. They always went for the kill. Did I believe it?

Oh yes, I did... a little bit. Well, you see, I believed that not every dragon were bad. There must be some peaceful ones out there, right?

But Valka seemed to be against that fact. I didn't know why but she had refused to kill the dragons. Assuming that it might be a sore subject for her, I couldn't bring myself to ask her about it. This was another thing they were keeping from me, wasn't it?

Berk was now being raided by dragons. And I was now in the basement of the Chief's huts. Stoick usually put me in here when I was young, and he still did. It wasn't so big and only had a little space. I disliked -despised- it, not because it had such little space but because of the fact that I had to be in here while the others were fighting and helping the village. I hated the feeling of uselessness this basement gave me. I sometimes sneaked out of the basement during the raid and came back before Stoick and Valka noticed.

Alike to most occasions, I sneaked out of the basement and grabbed a bucket then filled it with water before running off to help put the fire out.

The houses were on fire and Vikings were screaming war cries. I wondered why would they do that. It just made the dragons noticed them easier, and it wasn't like the beasts would be scared anyway. I didn't know they could be this stupid.

Out of the blue, came a loud screech and then the dragons that were raiding us shot up to the sky and flew away. I had never heard anything like that before. Quickly grabbing the bola when I saw a dragon flew by, I threw it and a loud whack was clear, and then a yelp of someone reached my ears.

Stupid as they were, Vikings didn't notice that. It was only me now. I didn't feel like telling and adding more burdens for them. So, I decided to wait for the sun to rise and then go for the dragon.

"Toothless! Why are you out here?!" Oh, here we go... Stoick yelled and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. Seriously why do they had to grab me by collar every time?

"Uh. Dad! Well... I was helping you guy!" I said as he carried me to his house.

"Seriously son. Is it so hard to do a simple order to stay in the basement?" Stoick complained. That statement made me a little upset.

"Seriously dad, Why do you always grab me by the collar every time?" I said, feeling irritated "I just wanted to help! I'm not just a decorating thing for your basement!"

I broke free from his grip and looked at him straightly. Anger bubbling up in me as I told him. "I'm a fighter dad! Why are you and mom trying to hide me every time in the raid? Am I not good enough for you? What do you exactly want from me?!"

Stoick looked away and sighed before dragging me into his house, his eyes full of emotions, which I thought was weird for him. He had never shown so many emotions before. Sure, he loved me, but he only showed toughness. "I think It's time you have to know our secret"

I gulped as he said that. I finally got to know what was the deal of this. He led me into his house where Valka was already there. He whispered something to Valka and her face saddened.

She walked to me and grabbed my shoulder. "Toothless... before we adopted you. We used to have a son"

"What?!" I exclaimed "You're telling me you had a kid?!"

"Used to. He was taken by the dragon when he was just a baby. We never wanted to have kids again, afraid that it was a curse. So we adopted you instead" Valka said. I nodded my head understandingly. It all made sense now that I knew the truth. They only wanted me to be sfae, not wanting to let the same thing happen to me.

"So, what was his name?" I asked carefully. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I-I know it must be sad for you to be reminded of him..."

"It's fine. His name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The Third" Valka said. That was a pretty long name.

"Oh mom.. I'm so sorry" I said and hugged her, and she returned the hug "Now, I understand"

"We don't want to lose you Toothless" Stoick said and placed a hand on my shoulder "So... in the basement? Please?"

I nodded quietly. But no promise, though. I knew that I was able to protect myself from harm.

"Okay then... I'm going to the great hall for a meeting" He said and went away, probably to plan about the upcoming winter.

Valka let go of me and she then went out to help the villagers. So... I was now alone and free...

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It hurt... down there, at my icy wing. I could just heal it with my power but somehow I couldn't this time. It was like the gods hate me for succeeding my job. I didn't even know where that bola came out. All I knew was that there was a WHACK and here I was. I tried to break free from the rope that wrapped around me, but it was too tight and my wings made it even worse. I could just throw this wings away and made new ones with my ice power, the power I inherited from father. But I was so furious at that time and I couldn't focus. What I created was a part of me, if it got damaged, I would feel the pain, great pain.

"Son, where are you now?" Father telepathically said to me. It was a bond between me and him which was a good thing. It had taken me long to work with this telepathic perfectly. And it really was worth the effort.

"Somewhere on an island called Berk. And wrapped in bola. Fortunately, no one comes to find me" I replied to his question, closing my eyes to focus on the message..

"I'll send Cloudjumper to retrieve you there" He said.

I was going reply if it weren't footsteps coming this way.

"Oh, thank gods, I finally find it!" The voice was exclaimed, and there was then a gasp and then footsteps toward me. I was closing my eyes at that time, so I guessed whoever was approaching me thought that I was dead.

"What.. Who...?" I felt a touch on my forehead and my eyes snapped open. The figure yelped and fell to his behind.

He had black short hair and somehow two eyes colors. One was acid green and another one was black. Which was weird for a normal person, maybe the green one was blind? And his face. Oh, his face... with that jawline and the sharp looking eyes. A good-looking one. BUT, whatever, he was in a long sleeves cloth and a white furry vest and a brown pants.

He gulped before speaking up "Who are you?" Somehow. I could understand his language. I growled so lowly that I made he flinched a bit.

He looked at my wings and he slowly brought out a knife. What. Wait. I looked at the knife fearfully and growled. I struggled against the ropes but I only made it worse.

"H-hey calm down... I'm not going to hurt you" His voice somehow calmed me down. I couldn't believe I obey a killer! "I'm going to free you, okay? Okay"

He answered his own question and grabbed the ropes that entangled me and cut them. When the last rope was cut. I pounced him and looked straightly into his eyes. He looked so scared and I felt bad for him. I would never kill such kind hearted person like him. So I roared loudly at him as a warning and ran away instead.

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Toothless's POV

After a green-long-sleeve-and-green-vest-and-brown-leggings-with-wings boy let out an ears piercing roar at me. He ran away. I was wondering why didn't he just fly? I mean, he had those enormous wings.

But the most important topic was who was he? What was he? Why didn't he kill me? Scratch that, I wasn't gonna know if I just sat here dumbfounded. But I should go back before mom and dad got worried, so... next day then dragon boy... Despite the fact that he roared directly at my face, I called him Dragon Boy.

While I was walking back to my village I was thinking about him along the way. He seemed... good-looking. He was short and his long hair made him even more awesome. And those wings of him were the most interesting thing. I wonder if-

I bumped into dad accidentally and he looked at me amusedly "Look! Who was daydreaming?" He said and I let out an awkward chuckle. "Well I was going to talk to you"

"What is it then?" I asked curiously.

"Well... I've decided that I'll put you in the dragon training with the other teens" He said and beamed. I shuddered at how handsome Stoick's face was like when he beamed. His beard would turn up along with his smile, creating a shadow that looked like a tree with a large trunk.

I was hesitating. I had always hoped to kill the dragons. But after meeting that Dragon Boy, I wasn't so sure anymore. I wanted to know about him more... I mean, his kind. There should be more of his kind if he existed. Killing dragons would be a way to make him hate me.

"Ah... Okay... That's it?" I responded.

"That's all" Stoick said and walked away to do his Chief's businesses. He would just go to the dock and set the ships to find the nest again. I highly doubted they would find the dragon nest.

I let out a sigh and walked to gods-know-where. I was free and had nothing to do. And I didn't think going to dragon boy was a good idea. There were many tasks in the village, and I just had to find one.

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After running away, I had found a beautiful cove and had been here for a while now. I somehow had some strange feelings about that human boy. I didn't even know how to figure this kind of things out. That boy made me wanted to stay here. I felt like there was a sudden urge to be with him.

"Father?" I said to him telepathically, also closing my eyes as always.

"Yes?" He responded.

"A human boy freed me from the bola. And somehow, I feel an urge to be with him... Like I want him... What is this feeling?" I asked.

"You had found the love of your life" Father stated. It surprised me to the max.

I knew what that was... Mate. Father had talked about that like a thousand times. No matter how different we were. No matter what genders. I would love them. And they would love me back. It still surprised me how easily dragons find their mate.

"A-are you sure? I mean.. He's a Viking. And they kill dragons!" I told him.

"Then. Why would the boy free you? Why wouldn't he kill you? Or why wouldn't you kill him?" Father said "It was obvious, boy. You had found your mate. You cannot refuse your own instinct. Oh then, I won't send Cloudjumper. I wish you luck on courting your mate son. I was shocked but recovered quickly. I let out a tired huff and sat down beside the lake.

My instinct wouldn't let me go away from my mate. So, that was why I couldn't heal my previous wings. And it seemed like I couldn't fly too. But I could still summon them, thank the gods.

This was so boring. I hoped my mate was here- And here I was calling that human 'mate'. Why did this take a very short time anyway?

I didn't even know that boy. I couldn't even speak his language. But maybe I could learn. I had a special magic after all. I had two magic. Father said that I got one from him. And another one, on my own.

My magic wasn't exactly magic. It was like a brain booster. I was very smart and that was all. I could learn anything and master it in a short time. It was useful magic. Maybe, I could learn the boy's language so that I could communicate with him.

While I was sitting here. I thought of many things. But the most was about that boy that my father called him my mate. This was so annoying. I only met that boy only like... ten minutes? And I was already thinking about him because my father told me he was my mate, well... my instinct told me too.

What if that boy wanted to kill me? What if he hated me? What if he wasn't really my mate? I had always wanted a mate. Because the mating season was painful. I had my first heat when I was fourteen summer cycles. Father said that it was nothing to be embarrassed of. Everyone had it when they reached their fourteen cycles. Even that, it was still embarrassing for me nonetheless.

I hoped that boy was my mate. He was such a kind person. A Good-looking one too.

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I had recently survived a Gronckle. Gobber always believed in learning on the job. Fortunately, Stoick had trained me before, so surviving from a Gronckle was not that hard. The other teens, like Fishlegs, The twins, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, Snotlout and Astrid were out. I was the only one that survived. So, I got a glare from Astrid. She was being jealous, I knew that. She had been practicing all her life for this.

But I didn't think I could kill a dragon anymore. That dragon boy was always on my mind and I didn't know why. Also, what if he hated me for killing a dragon?!

All I had to do now was to find that dragon boy. I walked into the forest right after the training finished and followed the path that led me to where I last saw him.

The ropes were still there and there were footprints on the ground. I should mask them before the other Vikings found them. I grabbed a branch and swept the footprints while following them. If someone saw this, it could get suspicious.

They led me to the cove. I peaked out of a rock and saw the dragon boy. He didn't have wings anymore but I could saw his icy tail. He was sitting in a crouch position on the ground looking at the lake. I saw fish in the lake, and I supposed he was going to catch them.

As I was thinking he leaped into the lake and came out quickly with a big fish between his lips. I gaped at the scene. He was very fast! He started to take a bit slowly. That was so cute. Uh... Should I call this love at the first sight?

He finished his fish and laid on the ground before curling up. I walked into the cove quietly and approached him. He shot up and snarled at me but when he realized it was me he softened his snarling face. He crept like a dragon around me and then came closer and sniffed at me.

"Um...Uh" I stuttered out "Who are you?"

He tilted his head at my question and made a sound from his throat like growling or grunted. I supposed he couldn't speak Norse but he seemed to understand it.

"I'm Toothless" I introduced myself.

He tilted his head and used his hands to open my mouth. I thought he believed that I had no teeth. Because my name was Toothless! Weird name.

He kept tilting his head left and right, and then came back to sniff at me. "I don't know what you are trying to do.." I said.

He looked at me straightly and made a voice like he was choked. "Sorry. I can't understand" I said.

Then he pointed at his head and knocked his finger at his head. "What are you trying to say? Head?" He shook his head. Not head then. "Uh... Skull? Brain?" He nodded at the word 'Brain' "You have a brain?" I said and suddenly felt a bit stupid. Everyone had a brain! "You're smart?" He nodded rapidly and purred happily. That was weird.

"Whoa..." I murmured. Then he pointed at his mouth and made a choking sound again. "Your mouth? Ah... Speak? You want to speak?" He nodded at that and purred happily again.

Despite how weird it was, that was really cute. "Okay, I think I can teach you my language" I said and he jumped around happily before pounced on me and licked my face. Oh, Thor, He had a forked tongue like a reptile!

"Ew! Ew! Stop that!" I shouted and he pouted. "Ah... I'm sorry for shouting at you... But no slobbering okay?"

He nodded at that. And I started to teach him Norse. He seemed to understand it very well. He was a good learner too. I taught him how to made a human voice first because he needed it in my lessons.

"Say Ah" I said.

He made a snarling voice. "No. Don't hold your tongue. Let it all out" I said.

"A-ahh" He said.

I grinned "That's great! Now when you want to speak human. You have to let your voice and breath out"

"Ah! Ah!" He sounded happy and he looked like a cute overexcited kid right now.

Then I started to teach him how to write the runes and how to speak them. It was hard for him at first but he was trying hard. The other kids must be bored of it by now. But this one was very determined. I was in there for hours until it started to get dark. I waved him goodbye and he gave me one more slob.

Argh... That didn't wash out! Was that dragon saliva?!