Sorry guys for being so late, was too busy working on a mod for a game and writing and school (ok, maybe I manage time a little poorly, still sorry for it). Here is another chapter, but I must say I'm going to cut down on posting to at least once a month for cause school and to try other stories while writing this one. Just to be clear I'm going to abandon this, apparently there are a good few people who like it, and I would like to thank them for reading.

Now to that one guest who dislikes how I handled the teens (especially for Fishlegs), everyone practically hated Hiccup, aside from Fishlegs. (And originally, Astrid acted indifferent of him) Also, as I said, this is a continuation of 'A Night Fury's story, and I would prefer to spin a story just after that, where Fishlegs is decided to be the only one to interact with Hiccup after the fight, and I think, with Fishlegs intellect (and borderline outcast personality and love of dragons), he'd probably be the most likely candidate for logic anyway.

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Ok, I'm done, maybe I rambled a little too much in my defense, sorry about that. Here is the next chapter.

Chapter 3: Conflicted Offense

Waking slowly, I eventually shifted to all fours, seeing that it was early. One of the annoying things with these instincts is even a slight unknown sound will set them off, but at least Gobber wasn't setting up another "beat up the once Viking 'dragon'" yet, maybe I had time to prepare for his new "kill Hiccup" idea. At least this time Fishlegs knows what's going on, which reminds me to clean up the leftover wood we used to talk, I should probably just burn it…except, I don't know how to breathe fire.

I recall being beat in the stomach, and forcing out a ball of fire but I don't know how to trigger it myself. Well that, and I nearly choked on it anyway. Maybe if try to gag myself, it be good practice anyway, might come in handy for dealing with this 'condition.' That's if it's even possible to use fire without harming people or to burn down their house. To be honest, that's not really new, even the size of the fire probably hasn't changed.

Okay, get off the self-pity, that's not going to help, time to focus on burning wood.

I need to recreate that feeling of being punched, so to release what felt like my stomach, contracting my muscles below until a choking mist gathered in my mouth. All of a sudden the gas burst inside my mouth and what briefly felt like coughing released a blue light of death, which of course, had to be drastically off target.

So dragons need to choke themselves to shoot, how great is that? I just need to attempt to blast out my stomach, and then choke on the 'bile'.

Maybe I don't need fire then, maybe I can get by as a dragon for however long without it. Except I still need to discard the wood, maybe I could ask Stormfly? No, Gobber will be coming soon. Wait…I couldn't overthink more, why not just scratch out the wood, make it unreadable? Though Gobber might think it odd, probably noting it was me, but at least no one else will be suspect.

Well, I committed to scratching, now I just need to know what Gobber has for me today, because yesterday went so well. Hopefully he isn't planning to have the class attack again, but maybe that's too much to wish for, but at least Fishlegs won't attack, right?

That leaves the twins, who'll probably end up fighting themselves, Astrid, who was hesitant until Fishlegs attacked. That just leaves Snotlout, the only one left who will put effort into killing me, though he obviously wasn't competent enough to catch the notorious species I'm stuck as alone, so maybe I can survive…I hope.

This is bad, the village has been so solemn since Hiccup's 'infection', probably even worse when he released that Nadder, and while Snotlout being hung like a Snoggletog ornament was a funny, the joke was quickly lost when everyone found out why.

Traveling to the arena where the 'Hiccup turned Night Fury' was, my axe in hand…does Hiccup still exist? AHHH! It's all so frustrating, we're Vikings, we are supposed to destroy our problems, but even if Hiccup was dead, that give us a dysfunctional chief when he comes back. It's already going to be bad enough without his son, who could maybe still be alive in that body.

And that's if we actually convince the Chief of this madness.

When we get in the ring, I think I'll need to hold out on attacking. At least until I can make sense of this. Hiccup being a dragon is horrific, especially if he is still Hiccup, I mean last night was a great indicator of Hiccup still possibly being Hiccup. And I'm seventy percent sure that we are repeating yesterday's class, hopefully without the Nadder this time.

This is just unbearable. Hiccup still being 'human' if not physically, it's hard enough to take in, and returning to the arena only enforces the guilt of attacking him before I knew he was still possibly alive. He could still be there, and it's like Gobber wants us to kill him, whether he is in that head, I don't think I can attack him, not like yesterday, and I'm pretty sure the twins will continue whatever they do, so that leaves Snotlout and Astrid, and Snotlout has been having a hard time fighting 'Hiccup' so Astrid will probably be the only threat to him.

I really hope I'm right about not fighting…I hope 'Hiccup' survives.

Now that we're in the ring, Gobber tells us to fight Hiccup again. Except this time he secures the gate for the Nadder. After verifying that it's not escaping again, we see Hiccup get up, looking pleadingly between me and Gobber, and I doubt Gobber actually saw it, though I nodded to make sure he understood. I then look towards the only possible threat to Hiccup in the ring, but she looks off, much worse than yesterday, though I probably don't look much better, maybe Hiccup isn't as doomed as I thought, though I feel just as bad for her.

This time, Gobber suggests for us to take it easy since yesterday's incursion was so crazy, which is odd coming from the man missing and arm and a leg. Vikings don't take it easy, even in sickness, so Gobber has definitely lost it, not that I mind right now, what with avoiding Hiccup for now.

As Gobber said "Let's begin," I saw the twins and Snotlout take off after the Night Fury, but the twins, as usual, didn't reach their target before their coordination fell apart. And only Snotlout reached Hiccup, but he didn't have any luck when Hiccup dodged every attack thrown. That may have been slightly odd, but there was something much stranger.

Astrid hasn't even tried to attack, she's been staying, what is she doing? Could it be that time Hiccup saved her? I mean, at the time I was just as surprised, but I didn't think much of it, but I bet Astrid felt even more. Only more proof of Hiccup still being alive. Possibly.

So I've been sitting in here for just about four days now, which to be honestly, has been uncomfortable. Not eating in all that time, especially in this body, where I'm constantly in danger of being disemboweled by the people who are as close to 'friends' as I could have is not exactly fun. But I was right about one thing in this.

Astrid and Fishlegs no longer thought to attack me, and Snotlout was the only one willing to injure me, cause well…the twins aren't great at making a target outside of their family, specifically outside of each other, so only one fighter.

So I dodged all of Snotlout's charges and overhead swings, and then I knocked him down using my tail. None of the others came to attack, and eventually I decide that this might be my only opportunity to prove who I am to Gobber (and hopefully prevent him from making my father more depressed when if he found out of this). Before I start my plan I hear Gobber shout "Fishlegs, Astrid…GET IN THERE!"

They didn't really bother charging, but they seemed much more hesitant to attack, though Astrid looked like she was preparing herself to attack…times up.

I dodge another charge of Snotlout, and knock him down again. This time I pounce, knocking his weapon away. It probably looks like I'm going to kill him, he's under my face, with shoulders pinned by the front paws I'm forced to walk on. Everyone tries charging me to "save Snotlout", even Fishlegs, but before they can reach me, I let Snotlout get up.

He was stunned, expecting death or dismemberment, expecting to be mauled or shot. But instead, I let him up without a weapon, and then I did something that hopefully would shock everyone, as he got up, I tried to rub my head against him, as kindly as I could to convince them. It might be a dragon action, but what do you expect, I can't exactly contribute a friendly Viking head butt, and it's not like dragons are entirely incapable of handshakes.

Then, everyone froze, even the twins, who were just getting out of their own fight. I looked around as innocently as possible, both trying to judge their faces and to plead with my eyes, though I doubt anyone other than Fishlegs saw that. And that's when Gobber tackled me, though I didn't fight the pin. I didn't want to fight him, especially him, though I knew it would be pretty easy to escape.

I spent an hour afterwards being strapped down to the dragon cart, the one meant to restrict everything on me. They didn't restrict my left paw tight enough, lucky I'm left handed…pawed? Whatever.

Gobber then quietly said in a hostile tone "You act so much like Hiccup."

I scribbled into the wood below my claw before they could restrict it "That's cause I am Hiccup, can you not read this." That got Gobber's attention, and he looked very conflicted. He wasn't shocked, but he was very troubled, it seemed he still didn't get it, but just maybe I could find doubt.

After that Night Fury head butted Snotlout, who is now acting as if it never happened, we were sent out, escorted out of the arena, most to the Great Hall for a few drinks. I choose to go to the forest, I need to think. I have to think.

I lifted my axe for my first throw today, but I couldn't, I just couldn't stand throwing my axe. I don't get it, why can't I get over it, he's in my head, his face after being transformed, tormenting all of us, but specifically me. He was turned, eaten alive by the Night Fury, was he? It saved me from that Gronkle, it head-butted Snotlout, not menacingly, it didn't even fight Gobber, and hasn't even tried to harm us. Why must the gods' torture mark us with such cruelty?

"WHY!?" I scream menacingly to the sky, and I can't stand it any longer. I fade, I can't even take it standing.

How peculiar? The Scaleless is back again, trying to beat the trees, not even letting her metal claw go this time. I wonder what has her so worked up that she can't throw her claw at the trees.

That's when she screams out, as if daring the sky to come down on her. What is it about these Scaleless, they act as though they have lost it, or more than usual. Her scream carries across the forest, largely stirring the birds to fly, and I can't help but feel self-pity, but I get over it quickly. Then I noticed a something new about this creature.

It fell, not even bothering to move. Did it die? I doubt it, it still appears to be breathing, but what works up a Scaleless so much that they decide to scream then faint, many dragons scream in agony and pain, but what could cause them to just sleep, to become oblivious to everything and just sleep.

Well, whatever it was, it doesn't matter right now, I think I'll just leave back further into the forest, where I can watch the one other Dark One without obstruction, in case they decide to kill him.

So thank you for reading, so as I've said, I've been busy the last 2 weeks or so, doing a new chapter takes some time, just gonna say I'm posting soon as I finish a chapter, or soon after I do. Also, about the stuff I'm doing, I will say I'm currently doing a HTTYD mod for Minecraft and I have other stories, both original and fanfic, that I am writing, so that, along with school, really stretches me thin, which is why I am decreasing my update period (though I guess this update proves that).

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