Hey guys, SoManyFandoms OwO here! Welcome back to Hailey for the third chapter! It's been almost eight days since this story started and if I'm honest it has already done so much better than I thought it would. Thank you for your support, it's really appreciated! Yeah, so don't forget to follow, favorite, and review after reading because why not? You guys are awesome people so you should do awesome things! Heh... that sounds so corny and bleh. Oh, that rhymed! We've had enough hiccups up in here so let's get started! (Pun completely intended please don't leave. No... I mean I still get the view but come back I'll behave I promise...) I'm funny... right?

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Mariah (Guest): Again, I can't answer your first two question because of spoilers... but I can answer your next one. So I won't be changing up the POVs since this is still technically Hiccup's story. Having Hailey tell the story would change that. (Like, if Stoick told the original HTTYD story, then it would be more like How to Train Your Excruciatingly Difficult Son and then Get Your World Turned Upside-Down.)

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"Hiccup!" Rise and shine! An annoyingly familiar voice calls through my door. "Do you want me to come in? You have dragon training!"

I really don't want to be reminded. I roll over in bed and groan.

"Come on, you lazy troll!" She teases. "Hiccup, you're gonna be late!"

"Ten more minutes." I murmur.

I know for a fact that Hailey then rolls her eyes, "You're going to be late. How are you supposed to make a good impression on Astrid like this?"

"Hailey Horrendous Haddock. The gods may have blessed you with a pretty face..."

"What?"

"...but you should learn to shut it."

"I'm coming in." She says bluntly.

"What? Odin, no! Stay out!"

"Then get ready!"

I groan again, "Can't you go instead? They'd obviously like that better."

"You need it more."

"Ouch. Fine, just go away."

"Finally."

"Welcome to Dragon Training!" Gobber's voice booms from the arena. I see the other teens in front of me, wandering about inside the gym.

Astrid takes a deep breath, "No turning back."

Tuffnut the idiot proclaims, "I hope I get some serious burns."

"I'm looking for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back." His equally dumb twin counterpart replies.

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it." Astrid agrees.

Of course, being the king of sarcasm, I can't help but interject with my oh so important opinion, "Yeah, no kidding right?" I saunter into the arena, rolling my eyes. "Pain. Love it!"

"Oh great. Who let him in?" Tuffnut complains.

Ruffnut adds, "Yeah, Hailey should be here. Not you."

Gobber doesn't seem keen to let that statement sit, so he quickly interjects, "Let's get started! The recruit who does best wins the honor of killing his first dragon," The chunky guy makes a crude twisting motion with his hook, making me flinch, "in front of the entire village."

"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him?" Snotlout asks, glancing at Ruffnut and Tuffnut for a reaction.

The twins snicker in response.

"Can I upgrade to the class with the cool vikings?" Tuffnut looks back at me while walking away with Snotlout and Ruffnut.

Gobber reaches for me and puts an arm around my shoulder. He gives his best shot in reassuring me, which comes way short by the way. Well… he tried. "Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you seem like less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go for the more viking-like teens instead." He chuckles and walks away.

I have zero clues on how that was supposed to help. Thanks, Gobber.

"Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight," Gobber announces. "Deadly Nadder."

"Speed eight, armor sixteen."

"Hideous Zippleback."

"Gas eleven, stealth times two."

"The Monstrous Nightmare."

"Firepower fifteen."

"The Terrible Terror."

"Attack eight, venom twelve."

"Will you stop that?" Gobber glowers at Fishlegs, the large boy who had been spitting out dragon stats. It really was quite annoying. "And the Gronckle." Gobber finishes, reaching for a handle on one of the arena cages.

"Whoa, whoa!" Snotlout yells, "Aren't you going to teach us first?"

Fishlegs leans towards me and whispers, "Jaw strength eight!"

I don't really care, though. I'm too busy freaking out about the dragon that Gobber's about to unleash on us. For once, I'm actually thinking the same thought as Snotlout.

Gobber grins, "I believe in learning on the job." He pulls the handle.

The giant log holding the doors closed rises into the air. Instantly, a large brown dragon with lumps all over (not unlike a diseased potato) bursts out from the cage. Its wings, which are tiny for its size, beat furiously in order to properly fly. The Gronckle's gleaming yellow eyes follow us around eagerly. Thankfully, it doesn't follow us half as well with its actual wings. It crashes straight into a wall.

It didn't give up after that, though. It scrambles to its feet and shot straight towards us once again.

"Quick!" Gobber bellows, "What's the first thing yer going to need?"

"A doctor?" I answer.

Fishlegs whimpers, "Plus five speed?"

"A shield." Astrid backs away from the dragon, her ax poised to strike at a moment's notice.

"A shield!" Gobber confirms. "Go!" The other recruits and I launch ourselves towards shields scattered around the arena floor. "Yer most important piece of equipment is a shield! If you must choose between a sword and a shield, take the shield."

Gobber shoves the one I'm struggling with onto me and pushes me back towards the fray.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut are fighting again. No surprise there.

"Get your hands off my shield!" Tuffnut grunts.

Ruffnut argues, "There's like a million shields!"

Tuffnut jerks his head towards a certain shield on the ground, "Take that one. It has a flower on it. Girls like flowers."

Ruffnut whacks her twin upside the head with the one they're fighting over. "Oops, now this one has blood on it."

While they're fighting, a blast from the Gronckle hits the shield out of both their hands.

Ooh. Double knockout! Ouch.

"Tuffnut, Ruffnut, you're out."

"What?" Ruffnut asks, dazed.

"Those shields are good for another thing." Gobber advises, "Noise. Make lots of it. It'll throw off a dragon's aim." He continues, "All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronckle have?"

"Five?" Snotlout guesses.

Fishlegs stops in his tracks. Of course, he's being asked dragon trivia. "Six!"

"Correct, six! That's one for each of ya!"

The boy does a weird chortle of victory before the Gronckle hits the shield out of his hand. He runs and screams.

"Fishlegs, out!"

Meanwhile, I'm hiding behind a shield stand, trying not to die. I cower behind both it and the shield.

"Hiccup, get in there!"

I don't. I stay right where I am, safe.

The Gronckle swerves towards the others: Snotlout and Astrid.

Being an idiot, Snotlout thinks that this is a great time to ask out Astrid again. "So, I'm moving into my parents' basement! You should come by some time to work out! You look like you work out!"

Hah, Astrid completely ignores him and somersaults away, leaving him to get hit by another Gronkle blast.

"Snotlout, yer out!"

Astrid is now next to me, so naturally, I have to ruin things by saying, "So… it's just you and me, huh?"

"Nope, just you." She dives away and my shield receives the full impact of Gronckle fire. It flies out of my hand and begins to roll away. I chase after it, desperately.

"One shot left!" Gobber calls my name out of fear as the Gronckle begins to close in on me. "Hiccup!"

I'm cornered and the dragon's about to fire…

Oh, Thor, I'm going to die.

I've said that way too many times in the last forty-eight hours.

Oh well, I'm a viking, well, in theory, anyway... It's an occupational hazard.

Just then, a hook grabs the dragon's maw and jerks it back. The blast hits somewhere above my head, although that was still way too close for comfort. "And that's six." Gobber swings the beast around and back into its cage. "Go back to bed, ya overgrown sausage." he reassures us, "Don't worry, you'll get another chance." He pulls the door shut and reminds us, "Remember, the dragon will always go for the kill." He turns towards me and makes eye contact. "Always." He pulls me up unforgivingly then walks away.

I turn towards the remnants of the blast…

"So why didn't you?" I shake the cut-up remains of the bola that secured the Night Fury only yesterday. I set it down and follow the trail of crushed undergrowth to see if I can find him again.

A short walk later, I find myself in a little area, a bit lower than the surrounding forest. It's too big to call a thicket. Tall stone walls border the edge. From the rest of the woods, there's a steep yet short climb down inside of it. I creep in between a gap in the cliff-like structure and spot the full view of what I now realize is a full blown cove. It's beautiful, actually.

I look around, but there's not a Night Fury in sight. "Well, this was stupid." I look down, disappointedly.

Something catches my eyes, though. On the ground, next to me, there are some roundish black flakes, smooth to the touch. I examine it closely.

Suddenly, a huge black shape soars past where I am. Startled, I jump backward and stare in awe at the giant mass. The Night Fury attempts to grab onto the sides of the cliff. His paws… would you call them paws? Well, his feet scrabble for a hold, then he slips back down unsuccessfully. He glides haphazardly over the lake in the cove, then comes to rest at its shore.

I'm breathing heavily, due to shock. A smile spreads across my face and my hands scramble for my notebook and charcoal pencil. I need to draw this thing!

I hop onto a rock closer to the bottom of the cove, careful not to slip and let the dragon know that I'm here. I watch as the Night Fury attempts to fly again, but fails like last time.

Next thing I know is that I'm pitying the dragon. I observe as he tries for the third time. He doesn't make it.

I pause and realize that I was going to draw this thing. Right.

I quickly sketch the dragon's figure while he paces impatiently on the floor of the cove. "Why don't you just… fly away?" I whisper.

I take a closer look and realize… he's missing a tail fin. I erase his left one on my notebook.

In the meantime, the dragon fires a plasma blast, clearly frustrated.

Once again, he strives to take to the sky and crashes back down to earth. This time, the dragon turns to stare at the water. A flopping fish's tail piques his interest and he moves into a hunter's crouch, like a cat. He plunges his head into the water and snaps his jaws, trying to snag some fish. He tries to no avail.

I heave a sigh, filled with pity. My hands relax by instinct and I accidentally drop my pencil. Smart move, Hiccup.

I gasp and reach for it, but it's too late. It clatters to the ground and attracts the attention of the Night Fury. He stands up and stares right at me. A chill runs down my spine. He cocks his head, appearing to have some degree of interest.

Naturally, I'm terrified, so I slowly back away.

I'm working in the forge again like I always do. It's the one place that people actually trust me in. I'm trying to pump the bellows when my sister waltzes in and asks, "How was dragon training?"

"Just how you'd expect it to be."

"Which means…"

"Exactly what you'd expect it to be."

She sighs, "You don't give yourself enough credit, you know."

"I give credit where it's deserved." I responded, "But if you really want to know, it went horribly. I almost caught on fire from a Gronckle blast."

"Hmm, Snotlout must've been disappointed."

"Tell me about it."

"What was Gobber doing, unleashing a Gronckle on you from day one?" Hailey asks.

I roll my eyes, "'I believe in learning on the job.'"

"Did he actually…?" She starts, but seeing my reaction, she stops. "Come on, let's go get you some consolation dinner. You know how it is when everyone goes on a voyage. There aren't any cooks left."

"While vikings are sailing the savage seas," I sing dryly.

She finishes, "We're in burnt mutton up to our knees."

"You still remember that?"

"Well of course. When you have Gobber singing it to get you to stop complaining about food almost every day…"

"That's fair."

"The hardest part is trying to figure out what the tune is supposed to be." Hailey laughs, "So, are you coming with me to the Mead Hall?"

"I have to go to a special recruit dinner later."

Hailey shrugs, "Okay. Bye, Hiccup."

Don't get me wrong. I hate Hailey. It might not look it sometimes, but I really do.

She's just a hard person to hate sometimes.

Hailey's my sister and she really loves me. I can tell.

She's just so dumb and ignorant. She thinks I feel that way about her too.

I don't.

Hailey and I remind me of me and my dad, actually.

No matter how hard she tries to be nice to me, I don't believe her. I never believe her. How could someone care for me? What was it? Benefits? The I'm-A-Really-Nice-Person award?

Deep down, I know she loves me. She tries her best. She really does.

Hailey's still the reason I lost everything.

Hailey's still the reason everyone hates me.

Everything would still be better without her.

Thanks for reading, and again, it would be so appreciated if you favorited, followed, and/or review! I don't really have much to say except that I would write fifteen chapters of this rather than work on my English essay... oops. Whatever. Procrastination, am I right? (Don't procrastinate kids, it's bad for you.)

-SoManyFandoms OwO

Hiccup: Hailey, what are you doing?

Hailey: Putting up posters.

Hiccup: Let me see. Missing: SoManyFandom OwO's sense of humor. Reward: Fish? Contact Berk.

SoManyFandoms OwO: What?

Hailey: What does it look like? It would be helpful to write down some descriptions.

SoManyFandoms OwO: I hate you guys. I am so done with your sarcastic behavior.

Hiccup: Thanks, I didn't notice. That was really enlightening.

Hailey: Wait, so what did you say it looked like?

SoManyFandoms OwO: Help.