'Damn that sadistic Blacksmith.' Mildew thought angrily, his rear still hurt from using that thing to get the poison out, and for what, to help dragons.
"They think dragons are bloody great. As if there forgetting years fighting these bloody things." Mildew muttered. he then took on a young accent "'Oh but the dragons are suffering horribly due to some giant dragon.' Bah so just cause of that we can ignore the hundreds they kill or mutilate." he muttered to his sheep fungus who just ate in return.
Mildew wasn't fooled. Unlike that moron Hiccup who thinks dragons and human can co-exist, he know's the truth. The beast are just bidding there time to kill us. We didn't save them, all we did was unchained those rotten beast to do as they please.
Afterall he a master of it, being a three time-widower when his wive's 'died'. He knows the drill of these sort of things. Hell who to say the nightfury wasn't the one to bit his suppose master leg off. an eye for an eye scenario for destroying his chance to fly solo.
'They won't get Mildew uncatch. Soon they be off berk, one way or another.' Mildew thought. He laughed abit not realizing that two vikings are spying on him.
AN
Huh i actually wrote a second chap... and mildew the focus. Weird. Well i hope you people enjoy it.