This is my first fanfic! I'm super excited. So ya, I don't own the How to Train Your Dragon Franchise. Okay let me explain a few things. Some dragons can understand humans, but humans can't fully understand them. All dragon speech will be bold, except for the authors note thingie of course. I will try to update as much as possible but I'm working on my own book over on fictionpress so right now that's my to priority. So I hope you enjoy!

Dragons and humans had been locked in battle for generations. The war had lasted so long no one even knew why or when it began; it simply just became the way of life. Dragons would attack the Vikings to try to drive them off their land, and in return the Vikings would fight back, and so was the endless cycle.

The Nightfury stood on the cliff just out of sight of the village below, but just close enough to see into the tiny settlement. Tonight there would be a dragon raid; he would have another chance to prove himself.

He was an outcast, the only of his kind, and they shunned him for that. The dragons were uncomfortable around a dragon species they barely knew, he was simply too unusual, not at all like them. There was no question, he was very different. First off he was a night dragon, the only one they knew about. Sure the clan attacked at night, but none of them actually lived in the night. They just picked that time because the humans were must vulnerable with their poor night sight. Second, he could see in absolute darkness, and that creeped them out. He often heard dragons whispering about whether the Nightfury had been touched Loki himself. In fact they hadn't even bothered in really giving him a name, the first time he had appeared on a raid a human had screamed Nightfury, and the dragons had called him the Nightfury ever since.

The clan was huddle around their alpha Flare, she had a long slender neck, body, and tail, but what made her stand out were her wings. They could slice full grown trees in an instant, there were others with her skill, but none surpassed her. The humans referred to her as a Timberjack, dragons didn't bother to sort their kind by their skills and appearance, but they couldn't help but pick up the names from the humans. Since they had never created a system for dragon classification they just used the Vikings.

"Attack," Flare roared and the mass of dragons spilled over the cliff, descending into the village below. Human screams rose from the town as houses went up if flames. He sniffed, when would the humans learn to stop rebuilding their houses out of wood, they were basically inviting the dragons to burn them down.

The Nightfury swooped in his wings spread, fire building up in his throat, ready to fire. The goal today was to capture human hatchlings, last week three dragons had gone missing, Meatlug a Gronkle, Stormfly a Deadly Nadder, and Hookfang a Monstrous Nightmare. One of the dragons had discovered that they had been imprisoned by the humans, and today they wanted revenge. They were to collect exactly three human hatchlings, no more, and no less.

The Nightfury spotted a stout boy, wearing a helmet with curled horns; he held a hammer above his head preparing to smash Nata, a Changewing in the chest. Tucking his wings, the Nightfury prepared to dive into Berk and snatch up the boy, that human hatchling would be perfect, strong and capable. If he could wrangle that one perhaps the dragons would finally pay some respect to him.

When he got close enough to the ground he spread his wings, and grabbed the human by its shoulders and started to fly back toward the island camp. Screams resonated from the Vikings, "A Nightfury a Nightfury," they yelled showing no immediate concern for the boy in the dragon's claws. Suddenly a bola wrapped itself around the Nightfury, the creature of the night desperately tried to escape, shooting fire randomly as it plummeted to the hard forest floor below.

Hiccup opened his eyes and quickly shut them. Where was he? Carefully he reopened his eyes, and screamed in terror. He stood up and backed away till he reached a stone wall and could move no further. Next to him lay a black dragon wrapped in a bola, it opened one green eye, and growled at him as if annoyed. Hiccup quickly pulled out his dagger and held it out, blade pointed toward the dragon, a queer sense of relief passed through him; if he could kill this beast then his father would finally notice him.

The dragon snarled and a weak blue flame dribbled from its mouth, Hiccup jumped back, excitement blossoming on his face. Blue Fire, this was a Nightfury; no one had ever seen a Nightfury much less killed one!

The Nightfury woke up to find a short scrawny boy backed up against the stone wall of the cove that enclosed them, this wasn't the boy he'd had in mind, where did this pipsqueak come from. That human would impress no one, he growled in annoyance. The boy pulled out a knife and pointed it at the dragon; he started to snarl, those stupid Vikings, as if rope and metal rings could keep a dragon trapped. He tried to build up a flame but all that came was a little blue fire, the Nightfury huffed, he would have to do this the hard way, he'd most likely reached his shot limit.

When the boy held up the knife to make the killing strike, the dragon ripped apart the rope and sprang up. Pain radiated from his tail but he ignored it, first he had to get this boy back to the nest, the alpha queen had trusted him and two others to gather the hatchlings and he couldn't disappoint her.

Here Hiccup was pinned under a Nightfury, not exactly the best place to be. He knew he was going to die, and he accepted it, the village probably wouldn't even notice. He saw the blue flames collecting in the beast's mouth and he closed his eyes tightly. Hiccup had no intention of seeing himself barbequed. When the heat and burning pain didn't come, he opened his eyes and found the creature's flame had disappeared and its mouth had closed.

The Nightfury roared and reared back landed on the ground with a crash and raced forward, pinning the boy to the ground. He cooked up fire in his mouth as a warning, the boy shut his eyes, and the dragon swallowed his fire. He had never planned on burning the boy; he'd only wanted to warn him.

Then the dragon carefully removed itself and grabbed the boy by its shoulders, time to go home. When he tried to fly up, he realized something was very wrong, and he crashed into the ground. The Nightfury lifted his wings to inspect them and found they were in perfectly fine; the he turned around and caught sight of his tail. One of his tail fins had been ripped clean off…