Thanks to all who read/reviewed!

I'll be combing Ninuhuju's and XDragon WingsX's ideas for the reason why the dragon is on a rampage. Mildew's threats will come in later…


"Get the catapults! We need all men to put out this fire!" yelled Stoick.

"Um, Chief?" someone asked.

"What now?" asked Stoick.

"Why, exactly, do we need catapults?" he asked.

Stoick paused, "Oh," he said, "I guess we don't need those anymore…" he mumbled, "All right men, put out the flames of the house first, that's our priority right now," he instructed.

"But my cabbages won't make it! Stoick, you have to do something!" cried Mildew.

"I'm doing my best, Mildew," said Stoick.

"Clearly it's not enough," mumbled Mildew, tapping his stick on the ground.

Stoick ignored him and continued watching his people efficiently put out the fire. There was only one problem…the dragon was still engulfed in flames and was now running around the village…

"Hiccup!" Stoick yelled.

Hiccup covered his ears, "Right here, dad," he said.

Stoick looked down, "Sorry son, I didn't see you…" he said, "Can you figure out what's wrong with that dragon? And please stop it from lighting itself up…it's going to burn the whole island down!" he said.

"The whole island is a bit too eggasterated…" Hiccup mumbled.

"Just calm that dragon down, son," said Stoick.

Hiccup heaved a sigh, "Yes, dad," he said, sulking away.

Gobber leaned in, "Is it just me, or is Hiccup acting a little strange today?" he asked.

"He's just not used to all this pressure, he'll be fine in a couple days," reassured Stoick.

As Hiccup continued walking away, Gobber couldn't help but notice the boy's sagging shoulders, his very visible limp, and how he hands were almost touching the ground.


"Alright gang, my dad sent us here to stop that dragon—" Hiccup started.

"Blah, Blah, Blah, too much talking…where's the action?!" asked Snotlout, hitting his fits together.

Hiccup smirked, "By all means, Snotlout," he said.

Snotlout paused, "Wait, what? You want me to…" he asked, gesturing to the dragon.

Hiccup nodded his head, causing Snotlout to puff out his chest. He took a few steps towards the dragon, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what he was doing—but he wasn't going to let Hiccup know that…

"Alright, dragon," Snotlout taunted, "Let's see what you've got," he said.

The Nightmare paused for a moment and looked at Snotlout with curiosity. It eventually came so close that Snotlout could feel the heat of the flames warming his skin. Snotlout relaxed for a moment, before realizing that his clothes were on fire. Snotlout shrieked and dove into the nearest source of water, immediately putting out the flames.

Snotlout sighed, "Sweet relief," he said blissfully.

Hiccup shook his head, "Anyone else have a better idea?" he asked.

The twins raised their hands, "Nope?" said Hiccup, "Okay then, my turn," he said, walking forwards.

The twins frowned, "Hey! You didn't give us a chance!" yelled Ruffnut.

Hiccup stopped in his tracks and sighed, "Fine," he muttered.

"Yes!" the twins cheered as they each grabbed a bucket filled with water. Sniggering, they ran back towards the dragon, preparing to douse it with water.

"Guys, I don't think that's the greatest idea—" warned Hiccup as the water hit the Monstrous Nightmare. Said dragon roared in pain as the fire went out—for just a moment—only for it to start up again.

During that small moment that the flames were out, Hiccup was able to catch a glimpse of something that was on—or rather, in—the dragon's back. Hiccup gasped and faced Astrid and Fishlegs, "I think I know how to fix this," he said.

"How?" they asked.

"Well, as Ruff and Tuff so…discretly discovered, there is something stuck in it's back…if we can get it out, we can calm this dragon," he said.

Fishlegs held up his hand, "Quick question…how are you going to do this?" he asked.

Hiccup smiled reassuringly, "We are going to work as a team—the moment I can gain this dragon's trust, you and Astrid will use tongs from the forge and pull out whatever is stuck in there," he said.

Fishlegs' eyes went wide, which did not go unnoticed by Hiccup, "You'll be fine Fishlegs," he said.

Fishlegs gulped, "I sure hope so," he grumbled, walking towards the forge.

Astrid came up and stood next to him, "I do hope you know what you're doing," she said.

"Ehh…" Hiccup stuttered, "More or less," he said.

Astrid stared at him, unconvinced. Luckily, Hiccup was saved by Fishlegs' return, "I've got the tongs!" Fishlegs cried happily. Hiccup shook his head and looked over at the twins—who were still dousing the poor dragon in water.

"Ruff! Tuff! You can stop now!" Hiccup yelled. The twins shrugged, threw down their buckets, and ran off—probably to cause more destruction somewhere else.

Hiccup sighed and stepped towards the front of the dragon, who was eyeing him wearily. Toothless growled, warning the other dragon to back off. Hiccup held out his hand and said, "Don't worry bud, I'll be fine," he reassured. Toothless snorted and eyed the Nightmare, not convinced.

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'm not going to hurt you," he cooed. The Nightmare scoffed and looked at the teens standing behind him, "They're not going to hurt you either," he said, "In fact, we want to help you."

The Nightmare—still covered in flames—bent down to sniff Hiccup, who gently held up his hand—waiting for the Nightmare to make his decision. Slowly, the flames began to die down as the dragon stared at Hiccup's outstretched hand, wondering what to do. Said dragon looked over at Toothless, who nodded and gestured to the boy. The Nightmare looked at Hiccup's hand, then his smiling, genuine expression, then back to his hand. Without hesitation, the Nightmare gently placed his snout into Hiccup's palm, earning looks of awe from their new audience. Hiccup's grin widened as he began rubbing the dragon's snout. He bent down and whispered, "My friends are going to pull something out of your back to make you feel better, it might hurt a little," he warned. The dragon nodded his head and faced his head away from Hiccup. Hiccup looked at Astrid and Fishlegs and gave them a thumbs-up, signaling that the dragon was ready.

"I don't want to do this, Astrid," said Fishlegs.

"Quit whining Fishlegs," she said as they both grabbed the tongs. In one swift motion the object was pulled out of the dragons back, making said dragon produce a noise that sounded like a mix of pain and relief. The dragon shook his head and licked Hiccup, nodded at Astrid and Fishlegs, and then took off. The Viking's who had watched the entire scene broke out in applause. Hiccup blushed slightly and gave a small smile. Astrid and Fishlegs extended their arms out to Hiccup, making the audience cheer even louder. Hiccup awkwardly waved to the crowd, mumbling things like, "It was nothing, really," or "It's not that big of a deal…"

The applause was cut short by the shouts of an old man—Mildew, to be precise, "STUPID DRAGON! MY CABBAGES ARE RUINED! STOICK! WE SHOULD SEND THEM ALL OFF THE ISLAND!" he yelled.

The teens had gathered back together and winced. Stoick's voice followed shortly, although it was much quieter, so the teens couldn't hear exactly what he was saying.

Hiccup looked around, "What was in that dragon, anyways?" he asked.

Astrid looked down at the half-melted object in the tongs and said, "It looks kind of like…a dagger," she said.

Hiccup's eyes widened with shock, "Let me see," he said, taking the tongs out of Astrid's hands. It read "MIL_ _ W".

"What kind of name is Milw? Pfft, this was stupid," said Snotlout.

"No wait, some letters are missing," said Hiccup, squinting his eyes to get a better look.

"It looks like there are enough space for two more letters," he declared.

All the teens thought for a moment—at least the twins looked like they were thinking—until an idea dawned upon them…

"Mildew," they said in unison, racing towards the old man's house—wanting to know the truth, and wanting an explanation


"MILDEW!" Hiccup yelled as he charged up the hill, startling the adult Vikings who were surrounding Mildew's burnt cabbage field.

"Yes?" Mildew asked with innocent eyes.

"Are you missing anything?" Hiccup asked.

Mildew looked up towards the sky, "Hmm…let me see, oh yes…MY CABBAGES!" he yelled.

Hiccup brought out the dagger, "Not…this?" he asked.

Mildew stood there open-mouthed for a moment, before composing himself, "Nope," he said.

Tuffnut pointed at Mildew's belt, "But…you're dagger's not on your belt anymore."

"It's not mine," Mildew reassured.

"Are you sure about that?" said Astrid.

"Yes,"

"Positive?"

"No…I mean, yes,"

Hiccup sighed, "Mildew, parts of your name are right here…and no one else in town has a name with those letters," he said.

"Oooh, busted," smirked Ruffnut.

Mildew huffed, "FINE!" he yelled, "But what else was I supposed to do? Ask it nicely to get off of my property?!" he asked.

Hiccup stood there, "YES!" he yelled back.

Mildew was taken aback, "Pfft, that would never work," he said.

Stoick's face turned red, "So you were the cause of your house and garden catching on fire?!" he said, turning towards the group, "Men, our work is done here," he said, walking away.

Mildew stared at the departing Viking's, "Wha-Where are you going? My cabbages!" he cried.

"Take care of your own cabbages Mildew…after all, it wasn't the dragons fault that he burned them," said Stoick.

As the group disappeared from Mildew's view, he faced his burnt garden with a mixed look of fury and determination.

"This isn't over dragons," he warned, "This is not the last you're going to see of me, Mildew the mighty!" he cried.

His sheep Fungus yawned and went back into the half-burned house. Mildew huffed and followed him in. He went over to his bed—determined it was still working—and fell asleep, dreaming of a dragon-less Berk.


And that is how Mildew came to want revenge on all the dragons…

This is all you're going to see of Mildew...for now?

-The speed should start picking up with the next chapter :)

Next Chapter:

-What is something that someone should ask Hiccup to help them with?