Hi, everyone. animaldoctor here. This story is going to be a little different. On my homepage, I mentioned other cartoons that I liked, including Dragons: Riders (Defenders) of Berk. In this story, I am going to be writing the story of the fourth episode, The Terrible Twos, but from Toothless's perspective. This is going to be the hardest story I have ever written, and the first story that will have to be in multiple chapters. P.S., Since Toothless is a dragon himself, all of the other dragons will be able to speak. I hope you enjoy.
"Follow me," Hiccup commanded everyone of the gang. He was doing a training exercise with Astrid, Fishlegs, Snotlout, and Ruffnut and Tuffnut. They were all commanding their dragons, Stormfly, Meatlug, Hookfang, and Barf and Belch. Hiccup was my owner. I was his dragon, "Low level evasive maneuvers," he commanded. "Come on, bud." I was probably the best friend he ever had, and I couldn't be happier.
"When you're riding a dragon, communication is key. You almost have to read each other minds... or else."
Hookfang turned to the right, and Snotlout didn't command him to do that. "Hey, what are you doing?!" he yelled as they went straight for a grove of trees. Snotlout's head banged against a couple of branches. "Are you trying to kill me?!" he yelled at Hookfang. "Maybe," replied Hookfang. The problem is, I don't really think that humans can really understand us. "Gotta go back," commanded Snotlout. "I think you missed the bridge." Instead, Hookfang went down, down, down into a grove of trees, and Snotlout kept banging into leaves. When he and Hookfang came out, his face was covered in leaves, pine needles, and pine cones "Got it," said Snotlout.
"And you have to have an open mind, because sometimes, you're dragon knows better than you."
Stormfly and Astrid flew past us, and towards a group of tree trunks that had fallen over. Astrid knew just what to do... or so she thought. "Stormfly, up," she commanded. Stormfly went down instead, and Astrid few through the air screaming, landing on the back of her dragon. "You were right, Stormfly. It was down." "Thank you," replied Stormfly. "Phew, I almost died," said Astrid. "Almost died? I would have died," said Snotlout, still covered in weeds. He started taking a weed out of his nose when... "That's a good look for you," said Astrid. He put the weed back in his nose.
We were still high up in the sky, when Hiccup asked, "Hey, has anyone seen Fishlegs?" "I saw him yesterday," replied Ruffnut. "Does that count?" Hiccup sighed as he then noticed Fishlegs stuck in a nearby tree. "Whoa, there you are, Fishlegs," said Hiccup, as he started to land. "Are you OK?" "I'm fine," replied Fishlegs. "Just... hanging out. Not like I... crashed or anything. Okay, I crashed. There, I said it." Hiccup started to try to pull Fishlegs out of the tree, but only succeeded on pulling his pants down. "Oops," said Hiccup. "And... there goes my dignity," said Fishlegs.
'What dignity did you have to start out with?,' I thought to myself, but I would probably get that question answered in due time. Hiccup then tried again to pull him out of the tree, but he did not succeed. "Yeah, you're pretty stuck," he said. "I think I know how to get you down, uh, but... you have to stay perfectly still. "Why," asked Fishlegs. "What are you gonna do?"
"Careful, bud," he said to me, and I knew exactly what I had to do. "He's not wearing any pants." I started to fire a plasma blast, as he liked to call it, and the name stuck. "Huh? Wait a second," Fishlegs called down as I fired the shot. "What does my lack of pants have to do..." At that moment, I hit him, and he flew through the air, screaming, onto my back safely.
"Thank you," he said. Looking at Hiccup still holding his pants, he said, "I... believe those are mine." Hiccup threw Fishlegs his pants. "Now," Hiccup started to ask. "What are we gonna do about Meat..." At that moment, she broke the tops of the trees and came crashing down to the ground. "...lug." finished Hiccup. "Can you not tell the others that Meatlug broke the trees?," asked Fishlegs. "She's sensitive about her weight," he whispered.
"How did this happen?," asked Hiccup. I don't know. I was just flying along, taking notes of the flora and the fauna... typical guy stuff," he said. "Then something weird jumped out of the bushes. It was like a... like a, like a flying squirrel." "Really?," asked Hiccup. "A flaming squirrel?" "Or a chipmunk," said Fishlegs. Hiccup did not look impressed. "Some other flammable rodent. I don't know, Hiccup. It scared us. Isn't that enough for you?" He got on the back of Meatlug and flew away angrily. Wait, Fishlegs may have actually had a point. It was at that moment I knew that something was going on here, something very bad.
"Did you hear that?" Hiccup asked me. "A flaming squirrel?" "Well, Hiccup, it is a possibility that it could have been a new dragon, in which case we'd better run... or rather, fly," I told him. Hiccup got on my back and we started to fly away. "Everyone knows there's no such thing as a..." A fireball flew right past my head, and we tumbled out of the air. "FLAMING SQUIRREL!," Hiccup yelled. "Whoa, you saw that, right?" he asked. "Yes, yes I did," I replied. He probably didn't understand me, though.
The fireball left a mark on a nearby log that was still flaming. We looked off into the distance and saw... a baby dragon! Oh no. I think I knew this dragon before. Or... I knew its mother! One of the fiercest dragons ever, the Typhoomerang (well, as that point, it was still unnamed). It was screaming out, crying for someone to come and take care of it. Hiccup, of course, started to walk toward the dragon. "Hey, little guy. Who are you?," asked Hiccup. The baby lunged at his arm. "Whoa, settle down, big fella. I've never seen anything like ya." I started sniffing the dragon, and making sure it didn't go anywhere near my owner. "Little guy, YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY OWNER!," I yelled at him, to make sure he got the message.
"You're not helping," said Hiccup. "You know, I think we may have discovered a new species here." I started walking toward him and nudged him with my nose to get him away from the den. "Hiccup, it's not safe," I said. "You have to stay away from this dragon. His mother is...a fiend." "Whoa, hey, Toothless!," he said. "What has gotten into you?" The Typhoomerang started grooming his wing, as if he was hurt. "Look's like he's hurt," Hiccup said. "Of course he does," I said. "He's using you. We have to get out of here, now!" Of course, he still didn't listen to me.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm a friend." He held out his hand with... dragon nip. The ultimate trust treat. "Here," he said. The dragon wasn't impressed. "It's okay, it's just a little dragon nip." He was just about to eat it, when I roared at him again to get away from my owner. He then flew onto Hiccup's chest. "Hey, come on, play nice," he said. The dragon dug his claws into Hiccup's chest. "Ow!" he cried. "Little dragon, big claws. Come on, let's go. We'll fix you right up." He carried the little dragon all the way to the Academy.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I will be publishing chapters as frequently as I can because, well, I don't really like cliffhangers that much. Besides, there aren't that many cliffhangers here, as many of you have probably seen the episode already. Have a nice day.