The Baby Stormcutter's POV
So, you are one of us now, little dragon. the dragon said as he released me from his claws. The King retreated back into the ocean, his job done.
What is your name? I growled.
My name, little dragon?I do not have one.
But you must have had one, once!
Once.But not any more.
He sighed sadly, and his pupils flickered slightly.
I was grabbed by the neck, by his strong teeth, and I felt him wince slightly, from the five claw-marks on his face.
I noticed that he was not asked to- or ordered to- by his master. He seemed to know instinctively what to do. As if he had done this many times.
Are there any other new dragonlings?
No.You are the only one. And Master was not pleased. The men who brought you here were punished for their failure.
He carried me up to the deck of the nearby ship, and yowled, not unlike a cat, when Master kicked him.
I was dropped onto the deck.
Follow me.
He led me across the deck, crammed with cages of eerily silent dragons. They were not screaming, screeching, or growling, in fear or terror, as they should have been. Perhaps they sensed their Master's presence.
Eventually, he stopped at a cage that was no different to any of the others. He crawled into the one next to it; presumably his, and gestured for me to do the same.
Suddenly, I saw Master's figure, hitting his staff against the cages. The sound hurt my ears.
The other dragons clearly did not like it either, because they roared in protest.
To the ones that did this, my Master put the hooked end of his staff into their cage, and gave them a gash. They were silent immediately.
He made a noise of satisfaction.
Then he started to walk towards me.
Although I knew I could not roar, I started shaking in terror. He seemed pleased at that.
'You are right to be afraid in my presence, dragon...' he snarled, putting his staff inside the cage.
This did not improve my shaking. He gave me a gash, like the other dragons, even though I did not roar. This seemed to be his way of saying that I was the same as them now.
'Now, sleep.' he growled, kicking the cage as he walked off.

Thraliik's POV
I flew on silent wings to Berk. On the way, I saw a huge volcano. I presumed that it must be a Nest of some kind, completely the opposite of my King's icy one. There was a strange, humming sound emitting from deep within it, sounding like a song. Perhaps the dragon inside was an Alpha? I wondered. I decided against this though, as if the dragon was an Alpha, its song- which appeared to be a call- would be too powerful to overcome. I was able to fly past the Nest quite freely, though- which is more than can be said for the dragon's servants. The sky was black with dragons, flying to Berk.
I passed by one, a Deadly Nadder. It did not see me. It did not notice anything, only the route to Berk in its trance-like quest.
I managed to read its thoughts.
Gather food for the Queen. Gather food for the Queen.
Curious, I inquired:
Who is this Queen that you speak of? Is she an Alpha, by any chance?
It squawked in surprise when it saw me, and squawked even louder when it realized that I was reading its thoughts.
This alerted the attention of a huge Monstrous Nightmare, who was, I assumed, the leader of the raiding party.
You! Stormcutter! Who are you? I do not recognize you from the Nest.
I am Thraliik, and my Alpha belongs to a human who calls himself Drago.
The Nightmare snorted, steam coming out of its nostrils.
Your Alpha belongs to a human?!
Yes. He does. I said haughtily.
So, your Alpha, he laughed, your Alpha has lowered himself to having a master, and a human at that?! Has he no shame?!
If my master was here, he would make you into a cape for that insult.
Would he?! Where is he?! he snorted.
He is not here at the moment. He has taken his army to a nearby village, to recruit a new dragon trapper.
The Nightmare stopped laughing.
He has an army?
Yes. A human and dragon one. Big enough to take your Nest, and add all the dragons to their ranks.
Is that a threat? he snarled.
If you join us, we will not conquer your Nest. But if you refuse, my master will tear you from the sky, and make you bow at his feet.
He started whimpering now.
Alright, alright. I will tell my raiding party to follow you, back to wherever you came from. On one condition.
And what is this condition?
We bring the Dragon Master to your master.

Thraliik's POV
So, who is this "Dragon Master"that you speak of?
There is a prophecy within our Nest, that says that a Viking boy will tame a Night Fury, and defeat our Queen. She, of course, does not believe it.
How old is the Dragon Master now?
He is not yet one year old, and the humans call him 'Hiccup'. I think he is what the humans refer to as a 'runt'.
And if he is not yet one year old, his mother and father will be protective over him?
Yes. Very. I have already met the father, 'Stoick the Vast'. He appears to be the Alpha of the village, the 'Chief'. Our meetings were, obviously, not pleasant.
Ah. That is unfortunate. We may need to take some measures- my mouth formed a bloodthirsty grin- to ensure he does not kill us.
That is correct. What are your orders, Thraliik?
Stay here, while I find the boy's house.
The Nightmare growled in agreement.

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I flew into the village on silent wings, blasting some fire at the Alpha's throne room, which the Nightmare told me was the 'Great Hall'.
Vikings yelled in horror.
"GET THE BUCKETS!' a voice yelled.
Immediately, water was poured onto the Great Hall. I flew past, pleased that I had distracted the Alpha and his subjects for the moment.
A hut, bigger than the others, came into view. This was where Hiccup lived. I entered easily, the only way I knew how- by burning down the door. Once inside, I quickly snuffed the flames out with my wings. I did not want to burn the boy to death.
A wailing cry alerted me, and I smiled grimly. Hiccup knew I was here.
I followed the sound of his crying, until I reached his cradle. Inside was a tiny baby boy, with brown hair and green eyes.
My claws flicked out, and I prepared to grab the cradle.
But something stopped me.
No, it was not his parents. It was my conscience, finally breaking through the Alpha's control.
My eyesight cleared slightly, and turned a little less red and cloudy.
How could I do this? How could I deliver a defenceless baby boy to my master, and his death? My master would certainly kill the boy. He didn't want there to be any other dragon masters, apart from him.
It was then that I decided that I would not serve Drago, or the Bewilderbeast, anymore.
But it was not just that, that helped me to decide that.
'HEY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!' a voice roared.
I turned around- but I had forgotten to withdraw my claws, and accidentally cut Hiccup on the cheek.
This only made the huge, red-bearded man in front of me angrier. He started to walk towards me, an axe in his hand.
It was then that I realised that this man was the Chief of Berk, the Alpha.
My sight misted red again, and I growled.

Thraliik's POV
Stoick continued to walk towards me. I walked out of the house, and did the same, so that he was forced back.
I pushed him into a wall, so he could not go anywhere. I readied my fire.
And suddenly, a smaller shape than Stoick stepped in front of him. She had brown hair, and green eyes, like Hiccup, and even the same build. I guessed she was his mother.
"Don't hurt him!' she shouted.
Even though I wanted to, I could not. I was obeying a human once again. All my life- at least until I was kidnapped- I had been forced to do this, to obey a human.
KILL THE TINY HUMAN. the Bewilderbeast's voice said inside my head.
My sight misted red, deeper than it had ever gone before. He was panicking, struggling to control me, so he was doing it harder than ever.
My head started to hurt as I tried to resist him, but failed. His voice filled my head, confusing me.
Finally, I could see clearly. Right in front of me, was Hiccup's mother.
In my confusion, I grabbed her in my claws, and took off.
"VALKA!'
So, that was her name.
"STOICK!'
Thraliik! Where are you going?! the Monstrous Nightmare shouted.
Go to the Bewilderbeast, and tell him I am not serving him, or Drago anymore. I told him, as I flew out of earshot.

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"W-where are you taking me?!' Valka stammered.
Be quiet. I told her. I did not need her confusing my brain any further.
But, to tell the truth, I didn't actually know, myself. The Bewilderbeast had sent me mad, it seemed, flying around in demented circles.
Suddenly, I heard a call. I panicked, and wondered if it was his call. I wouldn't be able to resist if it was...
But no. It was a different call, kinder.
Come to me. I will guide you. the call said.
Before I knew what I was doing, my wings were flying me towards the sound.
We came to a huge ice-Nest, much like the other Bewilderbeast's. I dived downward, until I saw a small opening in the ice, the entrance, I presumed.

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Thousands of dragons greeted us, some flying about, some inspecting me.
One dragon, smaller than the others, a baby, growled.
Smells bad, smells bad. it whimpered.
Come now, young one. the Bewilderbeast laughed. Leave our newcomer alone.
Yes, Father! it squeaked obediently, and ran over to him, nuzzling him lovingly.
I had completely forgotten, while this had been going on, that I still had Valka in my claws. As a result, my grip had loosened, and she managed to wriggle out.
She laid her hand on my snout. A pair of huge, kind, blue eyes came to see us.
I turned my head to the Bewilderbeast's eyes, and I soon became lost in them.
By the time he had brought me to my senses, I noticed that my eyesight was completely clear. I could see properly now. Everything I saw was no longer tinged with red.
And I was free.
I went over to the Bewilderbeast, relieved to be safe now, and laid down and slept.
I did not notice it, for by then, I was fast asleep, but after a while, Valka came and laid next to me. I subconsciously enwrapped her in my wings, to act as a blanket of sorts.

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Valka's POV
"THEY'VE KILLED HUNDREDS OF US!' Stoick roared, practically tearing his beard out.
"And we've killed thousands of them!' I shouted back, although I knew I could never yell as loudly as him.
He stepped back slightly.
'They defend themselves, that's all!' I continued.
As usual, Stoick disagreed. And this time, I had had enough.
I ran after him, and grabbed onto his huge, hairy arm.
'For once in your life, would you please just listen to me?!' I yelled, sobbing with desperation.
He threw me back, onto the hard stone floor, and turned around.
'You're not a Viking,' he snarled, 'and you're not my wife.'
He slammed the door, and everything went black.

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I woke up, and found myself looking at the dragon's orange scales.
He purred reassuringly, the sound reverberating into my ears.
It was just a nightmare, mistress.
'Was it a Monstrous one?' I joked.
I should think so. he replied, doing his equivalent of a laugh.
Now, go back to sleep.
I buried my face deeper into his scales, and whispered.
'You're right. Goodnight...Cloudjumper.'
I drifted off to sleep again, knowing that I would be happy in this place, and I had nothing and nobody to fear, as long as Cloudjumper was with me.

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Drago's POV
I saw the distant outline of the nearby village, and growled.
"We're here.'
The ships crashed onto the beach. It was a long way down, but I swung myself over the side of my ship, and landed on the sand.
Suddenly, a noise made me glance up to the sky.
At my command, a bolas seized the dragon, and brought it down to my feet.
'Where you belong.' I snarled, placing my foot onto it.
'What are you doing here, dragon?!'
I was sent here by the Stormcutter.
'Where is it?'
Well, that is the thing. He- he kind of told me to tell you that he would not-
The beast flinched under my glare.
-be serving you, or the Bewilderbeast anymore.
'He won't. But you will.' I growled, throwing it into a cage.
"Um- sir?' one of my soldiers asked.
'What?!' I snapped.
'So- so are we going to get the Stormcutter back?'
'No. Not yet. The army is not big enough. But when it is, the Stormcutter will not be the only thing I am taking back.' My eyes gleamed at the thought.
'What are we doing now, sir?' the soldier asked.
'We are conquering a village. Now, shut up, and WALK!' I screamed.
'Y-yes, sir."the soldier stammered.
I growled once again, thinking of what fun I would have, conquering the village.