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Hiccup's eyes were shut closed with horrified fear. He was going to die. As the fire, or lightning as most Vikings called it, built up in the back of the night fury's throat he contemplated how he could be a better son and Viking.

A deafening sound echoed throughout the cove. The quick shuffling of the night fury's wings and appendages lasted for a few seconds before…

Silence…

The terrified boy opened his eyes cautiously and admired the images he was seeing. The dragon left him alone, the dragon let him live. Standing up he buckled under his weight onto the ground and became unconscious.

Walking home was a challenge to say the least.

Every turn there was a friend of his oh so famous father just waiting to find Hiccup and turn him in. Still very jittery as he ran behind houses and buildings that were made just yesterday after the battle between Vikings and dragons he quickly came up to his house.

Looking at it a little regretfully, he walked slowly towards the door. After all he just turned his back on his entire home, even if they didn't like him before they'd hate him now for his treasonous acts. Sighing, he was about to open the door when he heard a loud yell from inside.

Instinctively he sidestepped and watched from behind the now swung open door as Gobber walked outside speaking in a desperate tone of voice to his fathe- chief. Stoick looked stone-faced while Gobber spoke about… Hiccup?

"I'm telling you! A search party has to be sent for Hiccup! That boy doesn't ever know how much trouble he puts himself in when he leaves!" Gobber was talking fearfully to his father as if the man didn't know anything.

Hiccup couldn't help but smile thoughtfully; it was nice to know that his teacher- and even father figure in a way- cared about his wellbeing. The idea made him frown though thinking of how a man who was his biological father had to be convinced by his friend to go searching for his own son.

"It's not my fault that he chooses to harm himself by moping around. I.. I just wish that he would be a normal kid and not become royally upset every time something messes up because of him!" Stoick said strongly with a hint of sadness edging at his tone.

Gobber's eyes softened and he put his hand on the chief's shoulder, "All Hiccup is trying to do is impress you and earn your love." This shocked Hiccup as he didn't think that his intentions were that obvious.

Gobber paused and finally said, "I should train him," At the sound of an exasperated sigh he continued, "I'm serious! One day he's going to be in a situation too dangerous for him! He's constantly risking his life to kill a dragon, one day it will be the other way around." The blacksmith ended with a breath and a silent plea.

"Fine."

Hiccup's face became fearful and he decided that this was the best time to 'walk in on' the conversation. Backing up he took a large breath before casually pacing up to his dad and the blacksmith. "Uh, Dad! Didn't know you'd be here. Wait, why's Gobber here?"

Stoick turned towards Hiccup and said, almost solemnly, "Son, Gobber and I… We were discussing your… training." It sounded so reluctant, the teen's heart nearly shattered at his invincible father being so… weak.

"Dragon training?! Really!? I mean you really don't have to, I just found out that I don't like killing dragons after all…"

Stoick's booming voice towered over the child's small, awkward one, ignoring the important things his kid was trying to say, "Hiccup, training starts the day after tomorrow."

"But dad—"

"No buts, get ready." With that the chief left an awkward Gobber and Hiccup to talk.

"Sorry, that was my fault," Gobber claimed guiltily. The blacksmith's apprentice looked at him with pitiful eyes and shrugged it off saying it wasn't a big deal.

Hiccup's teacher walked away and the boy finally realized what trouble he was dealing with. He was going to fight dragons, the one being he has no heart to harm. A sigh was released from his lips and he began the pleasant action of banging his head against his door.

Walking into the cove was bringing back… bad memories.

Shifting nervously Hiccup stared around with shining emerald eyes just waiting for a giant monster to jump on him. He grasped his dagger a little tighter at the thought. The cove seemed very… innocent and safe…

A dark laugh left his mouth before he even understood what he was doing. 'Innocent' and 'safe' should not describe this… place. This was practically suicide but for some reason…

Hiccup felt like he was doing what he needed to do. While pondering these new thoughts a sudden screech interrupted him. Looking up he saw a black dart racing around the cove. It quickly accelerated and landed on the edge of the cove wall. It scratched desperately at the ground trying to lift its body upon the land. Just when it seemed close, the creature fell and gave a sorrowful howl.

Confused, Hiccup pulled out a book he brought with himself this time. He sketched down a drawing of the nervous and anxious dragon before contemplating out loud, "Why don't you just… Fly away?"

His question was answered immediately as he noticed the tail fin of the night fury. There was a missing fin. The boy frowned while he rubbed away the tail fin on his drawing. Following that frown was a look of determination. He would help this animal that he had hurt and trapped. He would do something about this.

Hiccup rushed to the blacksmith's and ran inside. He laid down his blueprints he had spent all night and day working on. He hastily started his work, heating, hammering, and repeat. In the middle of his heated work he stopped. He wasn't that tired since he did this work all the time but he did want to make sure he wasn't messing anything up.

Hiccup grabbed his blueprints and looked very carefully at the details and notes written alongside the drawing. It was a prosthetic tail fin for the one and only night fury that haunted Berk. But now… Hiccup wasn't too sure about that anymore.

It seemed like the 'monster' would've killed him in its last encounter. But it didn't. And Hiccup wanted to know exactly why that was.