.How to lead a Return Migration.

SUMMARY: While leading a return migration, some problems were just bound to happen. Set: Gift of the Night Fury. Not good English, a little of OOC and intelligent Dragons. Three-shot.

WARNINGS: This is the fic from the foreigner. Keep that in mind. My fourth fic in this fandom. Set in the Gift of The Night Fury (so I do suggest those who didn't watch it, to watch it) directly after the scene where Hookfang and Hiccup flew away.

A/N: Let's say that I'm satisfied. ;D More or less.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon or Gift of The Night Fury.

BETA: I.F.T.S


Chapter 2: How to gather the dragon-hatchling on the field trip.


Somehow they managed to get the boat to the island without dropping it on the way (and without Hookfang blowing it up in his irritation), and now the wooden structure was standing, looking intimidating and completely alien amongst the natural beauty of the resort island. The eggs Hiccup found were safely tucked in the willing Deadly Nadder's nest, and the teen himself stood in front of the boat.

The dragons and their hatchlings gathered around, curiously trilling to each other. Stormfly's three hatchlings were toddling around Hiccup, nosing him at his legs and playing a game; running as close to the boat as they dared and then back to Hiccup, tweeting proudly at the teen if they run farther than their siblings.

"Okay, so, it should be easy from here." Hiccup clapped his hands, looking over the boat. Stormfly next to him cocked her head on side in question, "We are going to carry hatchling on the boat to the Berk." The teen elaborated, gesturing at the boat with a hopeful smile that fell when the dragon snorted at him, her breath ruffling his hair.

-You are kidding, right?-

"It couldn't be hard. I need only to get over the thousand little dragon-hatchlings onto the boat."

Stormfly made a sound that sounded suspiciously like an evilly amused cackle and sauntered away from the teen. Hiccup followed her from the corner of his eye and then sighed heavily, looking down at the Nadder hatchlings watching him.

"Okay, little guys. Let's do it." He crouched down and extended his hand to the purple colored dragonet, the one who first allowed him to touch itself. The Purple sniffed at his hand, before warbling and hopping into the teen's hands trustingly. The little Deadly Nadder nosed him into the chest, blinking its huge yellow eyes at him, making Hiccup smile at it, "There, good little dragon."

The teen walked towards the boat slowly, so the Purple wouldn't panic in the close proximity of the foreign object. The baby Deadly Nadder warbled in question, looking curiously at the huge object looming over them, but shrunk back a little when it noticed an ominous dragon craved head staring down at them.

"Here-here. See, it is okay? Now we gonna get on the deck and-" Hiccup didn't manage to finish, because the hatchling opened its mouth and wailed.

The Viking dropped the hatchling in hurry to cover his ears from this horrible sound. The Purple, not-stopping wailing, scrambled away from Hiccup as soon as its claws touched the earth, darting back to its siblings, who jumped and quaked around him.

"What the-?!-" Hiccup's shocked yell was drowned in the sudden noise that rose around him. All of the hatchlings, who were spurred by the Purple, clicked and warbled in a high and shrilly voices, as they flapped their wings.

-What happened? What happened?-

-Scary! Scary!-

-Bad!-

Hiccup had an impression that it was exactly what hatchlings were saying, because soon all of them were staring at him with narrowed eyes, hissing and clicking.

-Human! Tried something bad! Get him!-

And they lunged for him.

Hiccup yelped and run, dodging the wings of the seemingly confused (but he swore he saw Stormfly smirking amusingly at him) older dragons, as every hatchling tried to bite his ankles or claw at any available part of his body. He raced through the row of Gronkles' nests, evading the Nightmare hatchlings leaping at him (was it Hookfang's one?!) and trying to reason with them.

"What even I did to you?" Hiccup yelped when one of Zipplebacks' head spit harmless but still stinging sparks at his calf in its pursuit, "I just want to help you- Ooph!"

'Not again-', Hiccup thought as his stupid prosthetic got caught in the rocky surface. He stumbled and was then crushed by a sudden weight on his back. Landing with a grunt (on his face. Again.) on the land, he felt the claws on his back, legs and hands as the hatchlings swarmed him in their version of the hatchling-dog-pile.

There was a trilling that sounded suspiciously triumphal, and it was echoed by every hatchling that was straddling Hiccup or standing around him. He could imagine it was their victorious battle cry.

"Agh- My face." Hiiccup groaned into the rock, but it sounded more like 'AkcghMpaPhah' and tried to lift himself up; but the weight of squirming hatchlings kept him down.

He could hear an amused warbling through the excited clicking of hatchlings, and turning his head a little, he noticed the dragons around them, seemingly laughing at the scene, or praising their hatchlings.

-Good job! You took a mighty human male down!-

He supposed they could say it. Well, maybe without the 'mighty' part.

There was another warble, and the hatchlings whined, but where shushed with the same sound. It looked like they were scolded, because as soon as warble was repeated they reluctantly allowed the human to sit up and rub his bruised face.

"Thanks, Stormfly."

Stormfly clicked at him, her eyes glinting with mirth, as she helped him to stand up.

-I told you, it would a lot harder.-

"A little help would be more appreciated, instead of your 'I told you'." Hiccup grumbled, as the Nadder laughed at him.

Hookfang's hatchling (Dark Purplish Red in colour with spots like freckles in lighter colour) toddled closer to him, snorting at Hiccup's disgruntled look. It puffed its scrawny chest out and trilled at him, as if in challenge.

'He is a feisty one.' Hiccup sighed, "Come on, little guy. I'm not here for that. We are just trying to take you to Berk!" He crouched down, ignoring the cuts and bruises littering his body, and stretched the hand to the little Nightmare, he had dubbed as Feisty in his mind. Its eyes become slits, but he didn't back away, instead he stepped closer and bumped Hiccup's hand with its little horn.

-Come on!-

"What?" Hiccup asked in confusion, but Feisty just bumped him again. Bewildered, Hiccup thought that it meant 'go ahead' and stretched his hand to take a hold of the little dragon, but the hatchling evaded his hand and bumped it again.

Exasperated, Hiccup tried to grab it again, but Feisty evaded again, with an excited tweeting as it bounced around the human, the other hatchlings echoing him.

Hiccup looked confused, before brightening again, "Oh, you don't! I will get you!", and with that the teen took after the hatchlings, who scattered away from him with happy clicking and screams, that sounded a lot like the little Viking children screamed, when playing a game of tug back in the village.

Hiccup smiled inwardly as he played with the little dragons. They were just children after all (even though fire-breathing and scaled ones), and it seemed that they wanted just to have fun with him. Several other dragons joined them too, snapping their jaws at the hatchlings playfully, only for the little ones to shriek in delight and bounce around. Some of them climbed on the backs of other older dragons and were warbling from their high spots. Others sneaked under the legs, bitting everyone with their little teeth.

Hiccup oomph-ed, when Feisty jumped onto his back, climbing up to sit on his shoulders and huffing smoke through his nostrils, looking quite smug. The teen chuckled at the little Nightmare and patted it on the head, scratching the soft scales and ignoring the definite smell of burned hair (he hoped he won't become bald like Gobber with all the fire around him. He nearly lost eyebrows once, thank you). A sudden idea popped into his signed head, and he allowed himself a mischievous smile as he clapped and yelled excitedly, diverting all attention to himself as he started to run in circles and loops. The hatchlings immediately dropped what they were doing and shrieked in delight at the chase, darting after the teen. Very soon there was a hoard of hatchlings gaining on Hiccup, but the teen kept his gaze on his destination, evading the wings, claws and occasional nips. Feisty, who didn't dare to let go of the human, was warbling in excitement at the speed, as the teen jumped over the rocks and run around the hot springs.

He spotted the boat he was running towards and the twins' dragon near it, "Barf! Belch!" He called out for the Zippleback, who strangely enough understood what exactly Hiccup wanted.

As Hiccup neared the boat and jumped, the green dragon stuck out its necks; acting as a ladder for the teen to jump on the deck. The wood under his feet creaked, but he didn't stop running. Feisty squeaked in alarm and let go of him in surprise. The hatchling in their playful haze climbed on and into the boat after him without a second thought. Hiccup run across the deck and jumped down, only to be caught by Barf who flipped him in the air and onto Belch's neck.

Slightly dizzy from his stunt, Hiccup steadied himself on the Zippleback and grinned down now at the hatchlings sniffing curiously around. The teen shot a smug look at Stormfly, "See! I did it."

The boat swayed and creaked behind him, under the sound of the hatchling's shrilling voices.

"Well, at least I get them on that stupid boat."


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A/N: 2 ready, 1 to go.