(A/N This is a real quick request for "dragon expert". He hates my first story so I'm going to write one of his ideas because I bounce back like that. No tears in these manly eyes… T_T

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD. This story is non-profit and credit for the plot goes to the anonymous reviewer, dragon expert.

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"Try it again, Hiccup!" Tristan the Swift scolded his best friend, now currently sparring partner. "Use your power!"

"Yay." Hiccup muttered dejectedly. The two teens were in the Dragon Ring training after midnight. It was the only time they could without seeming suspicious to the other Vikings of Berk. Hiccup picked his great sword back up and gripped it's handle with both hands. Then he ran towards the hay target man, the sword scraping as Hiccup had trouble picking up the hefty weapon. Distracted by how heavy the sword was, Hiccup forgot of his position and ran straight into the training dummy. He stumbled backwards and fell on his backside. In frustration, Hiccup tossed the weapon aside and glared at the Ring's floor. "Who's bright idea was it to make me handle a sword twice my own weight?!"

"Mine. Now get up, we're not done yet." Tristan had appeared next to Hiccup and held his hand out to help him up. Hiccup sighed and took it. "Alright, now get your sword and get ready for a match." Tristan walked a good distance away from Hiccup before reaching to his back to pull out his twin swords. He held his right hand sword vertically and his left weapon horizontally.

Hiccup stretched and walked over to his sword. After picking it up, he got into position by resting it on his shoulder. "You know this won't be a fair fight, right?" Hiccup shook his head and waited for the first attack.

Tristan snorted. "Psh, yeah right! Your big-ass sword verse my two toothpicks. The odds are so in my favor." Skylar chuckled softly.

"Now if only I could lift this damned hunk of metal." Hiccup joked for the last time before getting serious. Once he noticed Tristan do the same, Hiccup charged. This time… For sure!

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"If it makes you feel any better, I broke a sweat…" Tristan tried. On the way back from their match, Hiccup has been uncharacteristically quiet. No smart-ass jokes, no awkward conversations about how girls think, and no questions about swordsmanship. They talked about anything and everything.

"It doesn't." Hiccup starts dragging his feet.

"Then what will make you feel better?" Tristan stopped walking and reached out to stop Hiccup too. "We're not going anywhere until you spit it out." Tristan simply stared back at Hiccup, ignoring the glare.

"I asked you to train me with swords and you give me a great sword. Is it funny to you to see me struggle?"

"No-"

"Tristan the Badass humbles me with a free lesson only to set me up to fail. Gee, thanks best friend."

Tristan knew Hiccup was mad when he started laying the sarcasm out thick. "It's not-"

"Not what? Amusing? I'm not amusing to you anymore-" Hiccup stopped when Tristan grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him.

"Will you shut up! Gods, once you get started, you just won't stop!" Tristan had his arms swatted away by Hiccup. "I made you use the great sword so that you could prove yourself." Tristan grabbed Hiccup's collar and brought the Haddock heir face to face. "Once you master that intimidating weapon, you'll go out and give a big fuck you to the Village of Berk! I know you more than anyone! You want to prove yourself more than you want to man up and eat a turkey leg without a knife and fork!" Tristan released Hiccup's collar and pushed him backwards. "That's for being a smartass."

Hiccup caught himself and his glare gradually softened. "Are you serious? You know, about helping me?"

"Yep."

***Incomplete! I will come back to this!

(A/N I'm going to walk over to my bed, you know, to die for the next appropriate days you should after staying awake for a WHOLE week.