The Missing Pieces to a Night Fury's Heart

Chapter 2

It was feminine from the looks of her elongated tail and lacking of the pointed scales underneath her chin. She was entirely black save for the royal blue coloring that traced down her throat, underbelly and underside of her tail. Her left paw was tucked closely under her side.

Toothless hesitated as he approached. He hadn’t glimpsed or confronted any Night Furies for years now… And seeing one just lying in front of him sent a ripple of bewilderment coursing through his body.

Suddenly, her gaze snapped open-a brilliant shade of blue-and her gaze found Toothless in shared shock, though to his surprise and confusion it quickly turned to disgust.

“Stay away from me,” she snarled, staggering to her paws to slump back on the sand again.

The waves lapped lazily beside her and she hissed in pain. Toothless stepped forward, but received another warning growl from the opposing Night Fury.

“I told you to stay away,” she snapped, again trying to stumble to her paws.

Stormfly-having been quiet for some while-heaved her own husky snort.

“No one talks to the Alpha that way.” Her tail lifted to reveal the lethal spines used to puncture enemies. And all of them were directed at the dragoness’s throat.

“Wait,” Toothless muttered quickly, but was soon overtaking by a revolted laugh.

“Him? Alpha? I thought they were bigger dragons.” Again she examined Toothless, though this time a look of deep disdain coursed through her optics.

“He beat the dragon you call ‘bigger,’” Stormfly grunted and added with a rumbled, “And say it again and I’ll impale you.”

“Try me,” she muttered, warily watching her tail and finally managing to stay on her paws. Perking his ears, Toothless noticed that she had a strange metal object tagged to her left paw. Attached to it was a deftly cut chain. She cringed, though remained glaring at both dragons.

“Well? There’s no show here,” she spat, limping away from them as quickly as she could-which wasn’t at all fast.

“Wait!” Toothless called in alarm, springing after her, Stormfly wide on his tail.

“Stay. Away. From. Me,” she repeated with malice, her gaze burning. “I told you to leave me be.”

“But you’re another Night Fury!” he protested the glowing marks along his spine-signaling his leadership-seeming to flare brighter.

For once a look of fear took over the female dragon as she stared at his glowing scales, then it was once again replaced by outrage.

“So? There’s a whole lot of them if you know where to look,” she snapped, trying to accelerate though she stumbled once again landing on the sand with a cry out of pain.

Instinctively, Toothless reached out to help, though he was greeted with slashing digits.

“I don’t need YOUR help,” she retorted and at the same moment a volley of spikes peppered around her paws. She rolled backwards, flinching at whatever was causing her agony. As she rolled, Toothless caught a glimpse at her distress.

A long wound-somewhat fresh from the looks of it- sliding under her right wing. No wonder she hadn’t taken off yet! He paused turning to glare at Stormfly.

“Forgive me, Alpha. She was asking for it,” the dragon muttered in satisfaction, not at all sorry for her actions.

For once, Toothless didn’t object her calling him his new title.

“Get to the village,” he ordered.

“But-“ Stormfly began to protest, her tail lashing. “That thing can harm you!”

“I doubt a wounded dragon could hurt me. Night Fury or not,” he calmly told her. “Now get to the village.” This time he placed a slight amount of authority. He did not want to loose his only chance to speak with another Night Fury.

Obediently, Stormfly dipped her head in respect and took off into the sky.

Toothless watched her outline disappear and turned to spot the dragoness vanishing into the undergrowth.

He launched himself after her, his paws skidding on the sand.

“Hey!” he called, though he knew he was ignored. He pushed away the flare of anger. After all, he was the Alpha and here this Night Fury had washed upon shore and was neither heeding his greetings nor giving any signs of respect.

“Whoever you are, I command you to stop,” he bellowed, peering into the undergrowth. A set of blue eyes scolded back.

“Now you’re ordering me around,” she huffed, her eyes flicking around their surroundings, no doubt looking for a safe retreat.

“Because I want to know if you know where the Cavern is.”

She frowned, narrowing her eyes in sudden fear.

“Why… Why would you want to know where the Cavern is?” she inquired, taking a step back.

His green gaze swept over her.

“I asked you a question,” he sighed softly.

She stood there and did not respond.

Toothless’s tail twitched. He hadn’t always been named Toothless. It was only when Hiccup had given him his name had he changed to it.

He paused once more before repeating the question.

Again, the Night Fury did not reply. And again she seemed to look paler with fear.

His heart raced. “Are you afraid because something happened to the Cavern?”

Her gaze hardened into a savage look. “Oh I wish,” she murmured. The dragoness’s eyes turned cold. “Aren’t you…” she started.

“…Prince Vasillos? Yes I am,” Toothless said with a snort. “Now could you-“

He was cut off, the only warning he received was that of the ballistic sound of a Night Fury about to fire.

His own throat glowed as he charged his own, intercepting that of the female’s.

Quickly he reared up, beating his wings to clear the clearing of smoke. He froze. No scent.

The Night Fury had disappeared.