Toothless called again, lowered on his haunches and prepared to take chase but then he felt the hand on his side. His eyes darted towards Castiel and back to the retreating forms, he knew he should go after his family but how could he attack with the hatchlings there? How would he fight that massive beast? He shook his head and snapped at the air, easily frustrated by this turn of events- he clawed the ground and then gradually cooled his inner fire. He lowered himself closer to the dirt so Castiel could climb on though his eyes were clearly bothered, his muscles still tight.
As soon as he felt her against his back he took off, launching them up into the sky and shakily leveling them out. His tail fin clicked into a stable position as their flight was straight and sure- wings beating faster, pushing them further. Hiccup was already hours ahead of them and back at Berk but despite the distance Toothless was a night fury. He was going to get them there. Fast. His mate and their hatchlings depended on it.
Some of the villagers called out his approach but he paid them no mind, a few dragons squawked at his presence- feeling the tension rolling off him. A bothered alpha was a sign for unease among them. His feet touched down with a hard thunk, scattering dirt and his wings collapsed upon themselves as an ache began to rack them. Oh how he had pushed himself, panting and then narrowing his eyes. He folded his wings carefully and then bounded towards Hiccup’s house in great bounding leaps.
Please be there. He called out silently, mind set on reaching his friend. Something horrible has happened.