Through the Eyes of the Night Fury

I've always been curious about Toothless's backstory. So I decided to explore a possible history for him.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon; I am merely exploring a different side of the story.

With that said, let's begin!

Hatched

A small, steady beat: that's what all life begins with.

The gentle thumping of a heart; that is what an unborn Night Fury felt in his chest as he became fully aware of his enclosure.

It was time.

The little dragon began to blindly struggle and kick, trying to break down the dark walls that encased him. His little claws, while still not very sharp, began to claw at the smooth texture.

Eventually, a crack formed in the shell. With his eyes still closed, the little Night Fury stuck his nose up and broke through the barrier. A new air brushed over his snout and something bright made him wince and tighten his still-closed eyes.

But that didn't stop him from continuing to struggle out of his confinement. He still kicked and clawed his way out of the enclosed space. With one last effort, the little hatchling cracked open the shell and it broke apart, causing him to spill out onto something that felt hard, cold, and rough.

Something cold lightly swept around his little body, making the little dragon curl back up into a ball and shiver. The bright something was almost blinding and made his eyes hurt. His two earlike appendages on his head twitched as he began to hear different sounds like grunts, chirps, trickling, and rustling all muddled together.

He fearfully whimpered and he covered his face with his paws, afraid to even try and open his eyes.

The baby Night Fury began to tremble as all of these things frighten him. The beating organ in his chest began to beat even harder, causing him to breathe heavily.

What kind of world was this?

It was then that something dark cast over the bright light and the little dragon heard a gentle voice whisper:

"It's alright, little one. I'm here."

Curious as to what spoke to him, the little dragon lifted his head and started to open his eyes. He squinted when all he saw was a blurred image. Whatever it was, it was black with two green things in even intervals.

After a few blinks, the hatchling's eyes adjusted to the light and his vision became clear. He saw that it was a face from another dragon that was exactly like him. Only this was one was bigger, much bigger. It looked down at him with a tender and loving expression on her face.

The baby Night Fury yelped with happiness as he instinctively realized that this was his mother. He hoisted himself up onto his hind legs, attempting to reach up and touch her face. However, his leg muscles weren't fully woken yet, not to mention they weren't strong enough to support all of his weight. As a result, he fell over on his back. He kicked all four paws around in the air as he struggled to get up.

The older dragon smiled at the hatchling and lowered her head. Gently and lovingly, she nuzzled him, making him squeak as her snout tickled his tummy. He playfully swatted at her face for a moment before embracing her and tenderly rubbing his face against hers.

The female dragon then lifted her head just enough to raise him back onto his feet. She then lowered her head and the baby let got. He stumbled a little as his legs tried to support his weight. Eventually, with his body weight spread out on all four paws, he managed to fully stand up.

The mother dragon lay down as her son waddled over and climbed up into her forepaws. He nuzzled his face against her chest and curled up into a ball. The female lowered her head again and nudged the resting hatchling.

She then looked up as she heard the sound of powerful wings thumping through the sky, drawing closer and closer by the second.

At the mouth of the cave, the sunset on the horizon cast lights of red and gold. Among the sun's rays was a dark image began to fly into view. The figure landed gracefully and walked into the cave. A powerful male Night Fury approached his mate with a large catch of fish in his mouth.

"Alva," the female Night Fury said, "he's finally hatched."

The male dragon placed his catch down next to his mate and looked over at the sleeping baby in her arms. He smiled with pride as he took in the realization that he had become a father today.

"Dagna," Alva smiled as he lowered his head down to the little hatchling, "he's a strong one."

Sensing a new voice, the little Night Fury slowly opened his big green eyes and looked up at a new face.

Again, just like with his mother, he knew instinctively that this mighty dragon was his father. He chirped in delight as Alva gently nudged his face.

"He looks like you." Dagna said as she reached over and took a cod from the pile of fish with her mouth.

"He does, doesn't he?" Alva grinned as his son swatted at his face. "And I can tell he'll grow up to be a strong fighter. However, he does have your eyes."

Dagna didn't respond. Instead, she ate a cod from the catch Alva brought back. After a few moment, she forcibly regurgitated part of it back out. She then offered the slimy, half-digested fish carcass to the little hatchling.

The baby Night Fury's stomach growled as he took a bite of the meal, which he had very little difficulty swallowing. As his mother ate the rest of the fish that her mate had caught, the little hatchling continued to eat away at the rest of his meal.

"So, have you decided on a name for him yet?" Alva asked.

"Actually, I was thinking that you should name him." Dagna replied.

Alva blinked as the request surprised him.

"I just thought that since he's your son, it would be more fitting if you chose a name for him." his mate explained.

The Night Fury looked at his son. His baby was so small, but Alva could sense a special power inside the little hatchling that was just waiting for the day when it would someday blossom into something unique.

A quality liked that deserved a fitting name.

"I know what to name him," the male said with confidence. "Thorer."

Dagna purred and nodded. That name was perfect for their son indeed.

Upon hearing that name, the little hatchling's ears perked up. He looked at his father, who smiled back at him.

"I have no doubt that someday you'll become a great Night Fury." Alva said. "You deserve a name like that."

Thorer happily chirped and crawled over to Alva. The older dragon lay down and allowed his son to climb up into his arms. The baby Night Fury then nuzzled his face against his father's chest, lay down, and curled up into a ball.

With his belly full, and knowing his parents were near, Thorer drifted off to sleep. As he slept, his tiny forepaws rested against his chest, feeling his little newborn heart beating strong.