Hiccup couldn't remember seeing Astrid more furious. As he walked back to the cove he kept looking behind him trying to shake the feeling that he was being followed. Soon he reached the cove.

"Hey bud, guess what we're doing. We are... leaving. We're leaving. Lets pack up. Looks like you an me are taking a little vacation. Forever."

He checked the contents of the wicker basket he had brought. Satisfied he had everything, he got up and to get Toothless and noticed there was someone else here. Astrid.

"Aye, aaah, what are you doing here Astrid?"

"I wanna know whats going on. No one gets as good you. Especially you. Start talking! are you training with someone? It better not involve this!"

"I know this looks really bad. you got me. I've been making outfits! It's time everyone knew. Drag me back. here we go. Ow! Why would you do that?!"

Astrid had just twisted his arm in a very painful way.

"Thats for the lies." Astrid said knocking hi down.

"And thats" she said dropping here axe on his chest. "For everything else."

Suddenly she heard something. Looking carefully, she saw large black shape lying down in the dirt. it moved slightly and two green eyes locked on to her. It was a dragon.

"Get down!" she cried dragging Hiccup to the ground. The dragon noticed them and began to bound it's way towards them. Leaping up, she prepared to hew the dragon's head from it's shoulders. Before she could however, Hiccup pushed her out of the way and sent her axe spinning off.

"Hold it bud, Its okay, she's a friend."

The dragon calmed down slightly, but it still had a gleam in it's eye that said it wanted to shred her to ribbons.

"You just scared him" Hiccup said as he kept both his hands on it's triangular head.

"I scared him?! Who, is 'him'?"

"Astrid, Toothless. Toothless, Astrid.

The dragon snarled at her. Turning around, she began to sprint for the village.

"Da da da, we're dead"

Toothless looked like he couldn't care less. Hiccup shrugged. They were leaving anyway. The village had a right to know. Short seconds later, the duo was in the air. they were off the island in minutes.

"So bud, where should we go first? The whole worlds open to us know."

Toothless didn't seem to care. All that mattered was that they were airborn again. They kept heading straight, heading south. Towards the grand adventures that awaited them.

Meanwhile, Astrid had just informed Stoick of Hiccup's secret. A full scale hunting party was headed for the cove. Stoick was furious. His son had betrayed all that made a viking a viking. The dragon was the final insult. They reached the cove quickly only to discover that they were already gone. There were definite signs that a dragon had been here for a while. But the fact of the matter was Hiccup and the dragon were gone. Stoick glared at the sky. He swore he would find his son, learn why he had done this, then pass judgement on the situation.

Hiccup was starting to get hungry. He couldn't see many islands for a rest stop, and even then, he need wood for a fire. So when he saw an island with a village up ahead, he decided to try his luck. Landing in the woods, he gathered wood, and started a fire. After a meal of fire cooked salmon, He doused the flames and leaned up against Toothless. It was becoming dusk now, and he was enjoying the view. Suddenly, he heard the shouts of combat, and the sound of dragons roaring.

"I know I'm going to regret this"

Hopping onto Toothless' saddle, the pair began to head towards the batteground. It was a dragon raid alright, but there was a considerablely smaller amount than the Berk raids. The dragons also were different species than he was used to. He could see Whispering Deaths, Changewings, Snaptrappers, and a Skrill.

"Lets turn the tides shall we?"

Diving in, Toothless caught a Whispering Death right in the lower jaw with a plasma blast. The villagers were stunned to see that mass of muscle being thrown against the wall like that. Several Changewings went camo, but Toothless emitted a peculair roar, then blasted all of the Changewings in the back. The dragons were caught off guard, and so the vikings were able so send the rest of them packing. Landing on the outskirts of the village, Toothless snorted, as is to say 'good riddance'.

The villagers noticed them quickly enough though, and soon had surrounded them.

"A boy has tamed a dragon! And unless my eyes decieve me, a Night Fury no less!"

The villagers kept their weapons aimed at Toothless and Hiccup. Everyone was distracted shortly afterwards by a blast of lightning erupting from some nearby trees. The mob forgot all about Hiccup and Toothless and began to rush towards the source of the lightning. Following from the air, Hiccup saw a boy around his own age ducking, dodging, and rolling to avoid being fried to oblivion.

"Cmon! Aren't you tired of this already?! when are you just going to give up and leave?!"

The boy lightly dove to the side just avoiding disembowlment. The Skrill was very angry. This annoying bug had nailed it in the head with a rock before vanishing into the trees. It had followed him here, where it proceded to buzz around it refusing to be squashed. It fired another lightning blast at the boy, who nimbly backflipped out of the way. Hiccup was in awe of the boy's bravery and agility, but he would only be lucky for so long.

"Cmon bud, we better see what we can do about this"

Toothless fired a plasma blast to get the Skrill's attention, then landed between him and the boy.

"Okay big fella, what say you calm down and not try to turn this guy into a charred carcass."

The Skrill eyed Hiccup carefully.

"Put your weapons on the ground! If he doesn't see a threat, he may calm down"

The boy watched with interest as Hiccup slowly began to bring the dragon out of it's rage. after a while, it was completely calm.

"That was incredible! How did you get it to do that?" A villager asked.

"He didn't see a threat in the immediate area, wo his instincts didn't tell him to defend himself. He should be more mellow for the time being. Why was he here in the first place?"

The viking shrugged.

"That group of dragons generally attack the farms where we keep livestock. usually just for food. we keep the old ones in the furthest pen so that they have something we don't want. However, recently they have been attacking the town directly, and more desperately. My guess is that something had them spooked"

Hiccup turned to the boy.

"What was happening between you and the big guy here?"

The boy rubbed his neck with an embarrased smile.

"I threw a rock at his head to get his attention. I wanted to lead him away from the village considering he wields lightning. I knew that the metal weapons would just lead to some very nasty surprises. I didn't however anticipate how angry I actually made him."

Hiccup nodded.

"What is the name of your village?"

A larger, more muscled man stepped forward.

"We are the Speartooth tribe. I am the chief, Bolgard. The boy's name is Razorre. He's known for being wise beyond his years, having the greatest agility ever known to our tribe, and generally causing himself trouble so the village doesn't get in to it."

Razorre shrugged.

"Stop it, your embarrasing me."

He looked up at the Skrill.

"Think you could help me learn to ride this guy?"

Hiccup was dumbfounded.

"Say what? You want me to help you train a Skrill?!"

Razorre nodded.

"I believe I just asked you that."

Hiccup certainly didn't expect this. He thought that him and Toothless were going to be thrown in the slammer. Not asked to help train a dragon!"

Razorre eyed him.

"Well, are you going to help me or not?"

Hiccup nodded.

"Okay. Although a Skrill is certainly a first for me."

Razorre smiled.

"Good. I didn't want it to be to easy."

Hiccup laughed.

"You certainly have a very active wit as well! Okay, we start training in the morning."

After they made sure that the Skrill wasn't going anywhere, Bolgard provided accomadations for Hiccup and Toothless, although Toothless decided to stick with the Skrill. Soon Hiccup was thinking about the crazy adventures he was going to get into with the Speartooth tribe.