This is edited version for better language. Updated 22.10.2017. Unfortunately my original comments on reviews did not copy here.

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"Today is all about ATTACK!

Fishlegs barely avoided the hottest known dragon fire, and got his hammer melted before Gobber had even finished his instructions.

"Nadders are quick and light on their feet. Your job is to be quicker and lighter."

"I'm really beginning to question your teaching methods", Fishlegs shouted while running from the dragon through maze that Gobber had built in the ring.

Nadder encouraged Fishlegs' running with hail of spikes from its tail that luckily only hit boy's shield. Somehow, shields and weapons seemed to be the only things that actually were hit.

Hiccup couldn't help but think being in Fishlegs' position, if his dad had put him in dragon training. It might have made his live worse outside the training, but when others were dodging dragon fire, Hiccup could only feel relieved. Gobber's relatively careless attitude didn't help the matter. At least during the training with the Gronckle, he had been in the ring with the recruits.

"Look for its blind spot. Every dragon has one. Find it. Hide in it, and strike."

Which would be much easier if they had read the dragon manual, which clearly listed blind spots for each dragon species.

"You know Gobber. I just happened to notice the book had nothing on Night Furies. Is there another book, or a sequel, maybe a little Night Fury pamphlet?", Hiccup tried to take advantage from the situation since he was standing right next to the smith.

"Concentrate Hiccup. Even if you're not in the ring yet, you still need to learn this."

Their attention was pulled back to the ring by twins' bickering, again. They had accidentally found the nadder's blind spot, but one dragon's blind spot wasn't big enough for both of them. They were again lucky as the dragon only let its fire loose fraction of a second after they got out of the way, warned by its snarl.

"Blind spot, yes. Deaf spot, not so much", Gobber giggled to his own comment while his students were playing tag with a dragon.

"So, how you think one would sneak up on Night Fury?"

"No one has never met one and lived to tell the tale. Now, eyes, ring."

"I know, but hypothetically?"

"Fishlegs" Astrid's low shout came from below then.

The scared boy noticed the other's hiding from the dragon. For a moment things seemed to go well. Astrid and Snotlout managed to take advantage of dragon's blind spot and cross past the corridor from which the Nadder was coming. Fishlegs stayed hidden on the other side.

"They probably take the daytime off. You know, like a cat. Has anyone ever seen one napping."

This time Hiccup didn't even manage to get Gobber's attention. Snoutlout had tried to impress Astrid, again, but hammer he threw missed at least by meter. The following chain of events ended with most of the maze walls fallen and Astrid on top of Fishlegs with her axe embedded in boy's shield.

"Ooh, love on the battlefield" Tuffnut commented amidst the chaos, which he loved.

"She could do better", Ruffnut added.

Astrid managed to pull her axe, and Fishlegs' shield, from the boy's arm just in time. She swung it at dragon's head. Nadder yelped and stumbled away from the two, disoriented by the strike. Astrid took few seconds to catch her breath before turning angrily at the boy still laying on the ground next to her.

"What's wrong with you? Our parents war is about to become ours! Figure out which side you are!"

Hiccup couldn't help but feel sorry for the larger boy. He had never really seen this side of Astrid. Sure, she had short fuse, but Hiccup had never seen her treat others like this. Usually she just gave people cold shoulders or bent wrists near breaking point if someone, Snotlout, got too close.

He didn't like what he was seeing, but he had more important things to worry about.

This time he noticed it coming. Last time the hatchling had come below the wind, but now he could smell it approach. He also smelt fish. So far, the hatchling hadn't made anything threatening, but that was pretty much all he knew. He couldn't understand the creature's intentions. It was better to hide behind some boulders and see what would happen.

It didn't take long for sounds of light footsteps to reach his sensitive ears. A moment later one of those round wooden things Vikings used to protect themselves appeared in between some rocks at entrance of narrow crack in the cove wall and fish was thrown over it.

After not eating for three days, he had nearly unbearable urge to leap at the food. Caution still prevailed and he stayed hidden. Few seconds later the round thing started moving again, but stopped suddenly, stuck between the rocks. The hatchling came into view from under the thing. It took the fish onto one of its small front paws, which it didn't use for walking. It progressed into the cove slowly, constantly looking around.

The Viking was searching him of course. There were no signs of any others of its kind anywhere close so he climbed out of hiding to stand on top of the rock behind the little creature. It didn't take long for it to notice the black dragon climbing down from the rock with warning snarl. Some sniffing followed that as the smell of the fish assaulted his nerves. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to control himself. The queen's whispers were telling him to kill the little thing in front of him and eat it with the fish.

It was oblivious that the hatchling was also struggling to control itself though from fear. It still held its ground and extended the wish further from its body towards the dragon. Since when did Vikings give gifts to dragons or could it be some sort of peace offering. Dragons sometimes settled arguments by sharing their food.

At the moment it didn't matter. He was starving and would have that fish. He approached carefully, but stopped suddenly with another snarl after noticing something he didn't like. There was something under the bear skin that this hatchling carried around its own body. His suspicion was confirmed when it pulled the bear skin aside revealing one of those shiny blades that Vikings used to kill dragons. It was probably the same one he had seen before, but this time he wasn't helplessly tied down. The queen's whispers were still telling him to kill, but even if only to resist her, he didn't.

He was also somehow reluctant to think the hatchling really intended to harm him.

This though was reinforced when it dropped the blade to the ground. Still too close. He tried to gesture that he wanted it further away. Surprisingly the Viking didn't only understand the message, but also did what he wanted. After kicking the weapon into the water, it offered the fish again. Apparently, it was serious of not wanting to hurt him, as if it could.

This time the small hatchling seemed far less scared holding the fish for approaching dragon. It let out some Viking words as he was reaching for the fish his teeth still retracted in their gums. It didn't sound scared or threatening, only few silent sounds, most prominent being "toothless".

The dragon didn't really pay attention to the sounds he couldn't understand anyway. They ended when he brought out his teeth and grabbed the fish. He had already eaten the whole fish by the time the hatchling let out another sound though it sounded more like a sight.

He wouldn't have believed it few days earlier, but he was actually fed and might be saved from starvation, by a Viking hatchling. He would never have expected one of them to help a dragon, but the curious creature had just done so. He approached the creature to get closer look and sniff its scent. Hatchling apparently though it was threatening as it backed away from him letting some sound that were bit higher than before. Eventually it fell to the ground and backed to a rock. The dragon was bit amused by its behaviour, but had other things to worry about.

The fish must have been some kind of peace offering as he had thought. Maybe Vikings were more similar to dragons than he had though. Unfortunately giving a gift was only half of the process, as he knew it. The purpose was to share food not just take it from another, and here he realized his mistake. After days without proper meal, he had just taken the entire fish and left nothing. It was no wonder if this little creature was more worried than before.

Well, at this point he could only think one way to fix the situation, though doing it felt even weirder than being fed by Viking that didn't try to kill him. It took some effort to make muscles in his stomach and throat to do what he wanted since he never had had hatchlings of his own.

After few seconds, he regurgitated half of the fish he had just eaten. It was the bottom half. He might have offered back some of the food, but at least he would keep the best part.

After giving up the food, he lifted his front body up to sit on his tail, and gave the small Viking more room. Strangely, it didn't eat the fish just staring at him strangely and then looking away. Was it rejecting his offer? Sure, his offer was miserable, but he hardly had opportunity to do better, and he had actually regurgitated it to him. He basically treated the hatchling like he would his own.

He tried to nod at the fish it was holding to ask it to eat the fish. Hatchling repeated the same movement just faster and it expression change just as fast. Then it changed again before hatchling's small paws lifted the fish to its mouth. For a moment, he thought the small thing accepted his offering. His ears must have stood up of… happiness? relieve?

He didn't know why he would have any such feelings. It was against his very being as a dragon, not to mention the queen's mind still tugging his own.

It didn't help that the hatchling still hadn't swallowed even the small piece of fish it had bitten off. Did it refuse the offer after all? He just watched it for a moment and gulped worried that might be the case. Eventually the small creature however swallowed the fish, with what seemed like some difficulty. Maybe there had been something wrong with the fish after all, something that Vikings didn't like. That would explain why it took so long to accept the offer. It had only eaten small piece, but he was satisfied with that.

He also got more interested in what the hatchling did next with its face. It was another expression, which Viking could bend their face to form. For a moment, he thought it was some kind of a threat since it was showing its teeth, but it didn't seem threatening. That expression made him feel that this hatchling had accepted his offer, more than eating of the fish had done. He even tried to mimic it taken by the strange moment.

Then it started getting up which instinctively made him more careful despite everything that had already happened. It started reaching for him with one of its front paws. There was no way it could hurt him. He didn't believe it would hurt him even if it could.

Still it was a viking and he was a dragon. His instincts and queens voice demanded him to kill the small thing. It would only take a second. The hatchling would be completely helpless to do anything.

He would not let her take control, not now that he finally saw her for what she was, not again. He couldn't risk attacking the Viking hatchling and giving her what she wanted. Only way to make sure of it was to get away from the small Viking, so he flew, kind of, to the other side of the cove. After burning the ground so it would be more comfortable, he lied down trying to clear his thoughts.

Apparently, the little thing didn't understand that he wanted to be left alone. Not long after he had settled down nicely, he noticed a bird jumping from a tree and flying away. Normally he wouldn't have cared for that, but the bird acted as a reminder of his own inability to fly anymore. There however was no time to sulk about it. The hatchling was sitting barely two meters from him. Her voice was still telling him to kill, but he resisted and tried to block the hatchlings effect by covering his head with the remaining tail fin. That was all it was good for anymore. Not even that, because the hatchling still tried to touch him when it tough he wouldn't notice its approach.

He might not have known much details of viking behaviour outside battle, but even he saw how poorly it tried to pretend innocent while withdrawing rather quickly. At least this time it seemed to learn its lesson. He finally got some rest in peace hanging from a tree with his tail. When he woke up the sun was already going down. It was beginning of another night of waiting for death alone.

Except the hatchling had not gone anywhere. It was sitting on a small rock next to the water and doing something with a stick. His mind was clearer after the rest and her voice wasn't as strong anymore so he allowed his curiosity to get best of him. He could tell that the hatchling had noticed him, when he got behind it, but it continued what it had been doing. The stick was scraping the ground forming crossing lines on the sand. They seemed to form something and as the hatchling continued its work he finally recognised himself in the sand.

He was curious of how it had transferred his appearance onto the sand. He wasn't sure of what to do with the stubborn hatchling, but wanted to try creating a picture of his own. Stick it had used was too small for him though. It took only a moment to rip off sufficient branch and bring it back where the small Viking was sitting. It had created his picture so he would try to create its picture. Maybe this was Viking custom, like sharing food was for dragons.

The work was quickly done and he thought it looked good. He couldn't do it as small and precise as the hatchling could with its smaller claws. Vikings, and especially this one, might have been weak compared to dragons, but their front paws could do things that dragons would never be able to do. That must have been why they could create all the tools, and weapons to be able to fight dragons.

As large, as his creation was the hatchling was left in the middle of it looking around, probably amazed by his work. Then it stepped right on top of one of the lines. He left a low growl not liking the idea of his work being ruined. For few seconds the hatchling seemed to understand before stepping again on the same spot, with the same result. It repeated the same thing again. Was it taunting him, and why?

For a moment, it seemed to do the same for fourth time, but extended its leg further to step over the line. Looking back at him sides of its mouth seemed to bend upwards much like after eating the fish, except without showing its teeth.

He observed as the hatchling moved carefully through the maze of lines, its small legs moving gracefully over the lines to fall on undisturbed patches of land. They both were so concentrated on that motion that neither realized it was coming towards him until it almost collided with his stomach, exposed in his current upright position. The dragon hadn't even noticed how relaxed he himself was acting around this little creature, that was supposed to be his enemy.

Then it tried to extend one of its front paws towards his snout. He should probably have expected it. The movement made him careful and more aware of the queen's voice again. Still he only snarled at it to keeps its paws away. Then another thing he should have at least partially expected, happened. It tried again, but this time different.

It closed its eyes and turned its head away leaving itself completely exposed. Of course, it never could have done anything if he truly wanted to hurt it, but this kind of absolute show of… trust, was unheard of. It had clearly shown him it didn't want to harm him, it had helped him and clearly wanted to get closer to him, in a good way. He had constantly suspected, avoided and even threatened it.

Still, here they were. He still couldn't understand why the Viking did this, but the longer it stood there leaving its live to his claws, the more right it felt. Even as queen's voice was nearly screaming at him, he pushed his snout gently to touch the hatchling's paw.

What happened next was so overwhelming that he didn't even notice her voice's disappearance, till long after that moment.