Hey guys, so here is another chapter, I feel it's a little short, also, 300 views in probably just over a week feels like an achievement, if but a small one, so I'd like to thank those who faved, followed, and reviewed,

And for Every1's Beta, I like both types of stories, they can get interesting, but I have to agree, those usually end up better, and I'll try to spin this properly, hope you like it.

Also, and this is the last time I'll say it cause I think we all get that this is just fanfiction but HTTYD is not owned by me, but by DreamWorks and related affiliates.


Chapter 2: Suspect

WHACK

With my axe embedded in the tree, another frenzy of thought came up as I went to retrieve it. I was still stuck on that Fury saving me, and then it releasing a Nadder at us the next day. What game is he playing?

WHACK

Is he trying to get us killed? But then Snotlout lived, are they toying with us? Do they plan to let our guard down, just so they can strike, or escape? Probably not, they're just beasts, but then the 'use to be Hiccup' Fury wrote something, so maybe it has the ability to plan things out.

WHACK

This is crazy, to see Hiccup just become a Night Fury! How is anyone supposed to deal with seeing a fellow Viking turn into a dragon, let alone the weakling Chief son known as Hiccup?

WHACK

How did the town fool, and the Chief's son, even turn? Is this some type of curse by the gods?

WHACK

But then he saved me, the thing, that dragon, saved me. It got the Gronkle off of me, but why? What's its game? What does it want? I doubt Hiccup would have even done that, even if he had feelings for me (as most of the village boys had), and I know a dragon wouldn't have. Was it trying to save me? Why did it save me? It could have let me die, and no one would blame him, no one would think differently, so why? It's not like I had anything to do with helping it escape…was it playing with me? Maybe, but then he was defending me…Is this all just a game?

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I let out in rage as, throwing my axe at another tree.

"What are we supposed to do?" retrieving my axe, searching for the gods above, who else could do this? A witch? Who is sadistic enough to turn a Viking into a dragon, a filthy beast, who!? Maybe Loki…probably Loki. But why? Wouldn't he get more pleasure from Hiccup being Hiccup? Did someone pray for this on him? No one really liked him, but did he really do something so bad to become a dragon?

WHACK

"What do I do?"


It's been hours since I got my notebook back, eating in solitude of the Great Hall, but I'm still confused.

The Night Fury gave me my notebook back. I don't know if it understood what the book was, but I have no doubt the Fury was trying to tell me something. It looked at me as if it wanted to give the book back. Maybe it was Hiccup, maybe he was still in there. I mean the actions he's taken in the past few days since he became a dragon haven't been very dragon-like, he's saved Astrid from a Gronkle, he didn't bother to actually attack a single one of us when we attacked, he only avoided us, and even with the Nadder, it didn't take a single Viking's life, it did humiliate Snotlout, sticking him to the wall, but he got out alive, not even heavily bruised, or even badly cut or burned. That's the oddest part, the Nadder didn't even bother to kill, but no other dragon has ever done that, always for the kill. This Nadder had the upper hand, it could have easily killed all of us, whether roasting or spiking us in the back as we fled, but it didn't. It didn't even kill Snotlout, who was pinned to a wall. Stuck to the wall, prepared to die, ready to be slaughtered, no one would have expected him to make it out, and yet he was fine. And now the Night Fury handed me my book back. These aren't dragon actions, dragons don't act so innocent and protective of Vikings, and I'm pretty sure they don't convince other dragons to be nonlethal, what else made the Nadder avoid killing us? Every time it's been seen, it's attempted to kill, but not this time, this time it was playing with us, toying with us, definitely not attempting to take our lives. He had to have convinced the Nadder, which means…we way underestimated the intelligence of both species…and maybe the Night Fury is still Hiccup.

I need to know more.

This isn't just about researching a dragon, whether it can fly faster than a ship, or how many buildings it can burn down. This isn't just about what a Night Fury is capable of. This is about whether this dragon is still Viking.


Since that encounter with Fishlegs, nothing was supposed to happen, other than some guards closing the cage on Stormfly, I probably should have gone in with her, at least I'd have had someone to talk to, but I preferred to stick out here, maybe do some more training in this body. In the end, I couldn't, I was exhausted and decided to take a nap, there wasn't much point to staying up for the next few hours, and nothing was planned.

That was until I heard someone getting much closer to the arena then usual villagers, I guess my senses are more suspicious then me, because they were the ones that woke me up, not me. But I still looked toward the direction of the slowly approaching steps, until I saw him. Fishlegs was standing there, curious look stricken across his face, searching the arena.

If he was being this obvious and curious, that only means one thing, I had to smirk, there was no way this could be any better. I doubt he could really see me though, it was pretty dark, and I'm kind of the same shade as the night, so his relatively limited vision already probably is unable to actually see me, and of course he wouldn't be surrounded by torches all night, right? That means I'd need to be close for him to see me. I need to make myself known.

So I walked near to the edge where Fishlegs was and got his attention using a very quiet screech, it took a second for him to notice me, but he probably knew it was me. I have barely an idea of what my face looked like, but if it was anything like that Night Fury I hit, he could probably see my eyes as I tried to look as innocent as possible. I would really prefer to have a conversation with him, but I know Fishlegs wasn't going to come down out of pure fear that I could be dangerous.

We've been standing here staring for about 5 minutes before Fishlegs asked me a question with a very serious face. "Can you understand me?" He probably could see my face clear enough for me to make a noticeable nod now, so I made a slightly exaggerated one to guarantee what I meant.

That drove him to a more serious question. "Do you know who I am?" And I again nodded slightly overdone. He then asked "Do you want to hurt me?" I shook my head now, making sure our little game of twenty-one questions would be easy to understand. I doubt he actually meant the question though, it was probably more to prove if I understood the question. "Can you write my name?" Of course his vision would be good enough to read something I wrote down here at this dark hour. But I nodded anyway, knowing what his follow-up question would be.

"Write my name then." Of course. I could probably do it too, but there was nowhere to write that where he could see. Maybe if I could find a piece of wood, that might work, some of the blown up weapons rack still wasn't cleaned up. Quickly retrieving a piece, I returned to Fishlegs and wrote his name and a little message, and gave the piece to him like I did with his book, on my head.

Sorry about the weapons rack and the Nadder.

His face was in what appeared to be surprise, maybe shock, as he read the message. He was one of the most vicious of the attackers today, and I have a feeling he's starting to see he was actually attacking me the whole time.

When he finally got over most of the shock, he then asked "Are you serious?" to which I simply nodded. There probably weren't many questions left, and I doubted there would be anymore writing. "What was with that Nadder?" And I spoke too soon, not to mention a rather long explanation that had to fit a small, slightly charred wood plank. He dropped the wood plank back in front of me as I wrote on the back of it.

She was concerned about me, and I told her to keep you all alive.

When Legs received it again, I knew his reaction would be back to shock, but I suppose I overestimated how much. He was surprised, but he wasn't outright disturbed. That was probably just as confusing as my current circumstance. Maybe his fascination with dragons has overcome his suspicion.


This weird. I didn't expect that.

I was just walking home when I noticed something. Fishlegs was just standing on the edge of the arena, staring for some reason. And that's when I heard a faint wail, and I understood what was there. It was there. I snuck up behind a rock as not to be noticed.

I then heard Fishlegs talking, as if asking questions, though I heard no response, and I wasn't close enough to actually hear the things Fishlegs said, but I knew that he was conversing with the dragon. And then Fishlegs reacted, so was it responding? What was it doing to respond, wagging its head? That's when I noticed Fishlegs bend down for something, it seemed like a plank of wood, but it had to be more than that, because he reacted, maybe disturbed, to receiving it.

He said something and then dropped the plank down into the arena. That's what he was doing. He wasn't just acting like he was talking to the beast…he was actually talking to it, asking it question, and the planks were the messages. It wouldn't make sense any other way.

It seems the dropped plank returned, and now I knew it was being shoved up. He barely reacted to reading this new message. This is very odd, I'd expect he'd be as surprised to get a response from a dragon as anyone else, especially him. He was probably the most enthusiastic about them. This is may be something I'll need to keep an eye.


So I still feel like I haven't put in too much content here, but I've been a little busy though, so I don't know. Also, I hope you liked this. Don't forget to submit a review telling me what you think, and if you like it, a fav or follow would be nice.

Also I feel that last section may be a little awkward, but to be honest, I wanted to see if I could put in a tiny bit of mystery, I think I may have done a poor job, but I guess we'll just have to see, if you feel like making a guess in a review, that would be cool.