Hiccup found Astro, and both ran to the twins' house. They walked through the front door, and were immediately stopped by Tuffnut, who was hanging upside down from one of the rafters.
"What are you two lovebirds doing here?" he asked.
Astro glared at him, "We are not-"
Hiccup covered her friend's mouth with her hand, "No time for that now. Can you come down?"
Tuffnut let himself fall from the rafters and landed with ease, "Woah! Yeah! I love that part. The feeling is cool."
"It's about Barf and Belch." explained Hiccup, "We need you and Ruffnut to get them under-"
"No-no-no-no-no! No! No thank you!" protested Tuffnut, "I am officially out of the business as long as it involves working with that girl!"
"Tuff!" said Astro, "Can you forget what's going on with you two for fifteen minutes and just help us with your dragon? Please?"
"No! I'm not going to help. Instead, I'm going to my dark, soggy, alone place." With that, Tuffnut ran out of the house towards the woods.
Astro looked to Hiccup, "Dark, soggy, alone place?"
"Yeah." said Hiccup, shaking her head, "I don't even know."
Suddenly, a horn was heard from the Great Hall.
"Frick!" exclaimed Hiccup, "I have to go! I'm expected at the Great Hall for this!"
Hiccup ran into the Great Hall and stopped next to Stoick. The chief looked to Hiccup and leaned towards her, whispering in her ear, "Did you get that Zippleback under control?"
Hiccup shook her head, "We're working on it."
Dagur stood up and raised his goblet, "A toast! To death in battle!" Gobber raised his goblet and yelled, "To your father!" Everyone raised their goblets and exclaimed, "To Oswald!"
Dagur glared at his men as he sat back down and stabbed the table in front of him with his knife.
"Well." said Gobber, "On that cheery note, shall we sign the treaty and send you on your way?"
Dagur suddenly smiled and stood up again, "Good idea! Let's sign that treaty. Bring us the dragon's blood!"
Hiccup instinctively covered her chest. The mention of dragon's blood never failed to make her flinch, "Uh... did you just say, 'dragon's blood'?"
Stoick chuckled nervously as he stood up, "Don't be so ridiculous, Dagur! Your father and I haven't signed the treaty with dragon's blood for years!"
Dagur smiled, "And why, my dear friend, would that even begin to be a problem? Unless, of course, you don't kill dragons anymore?"
Hiccup knew what Dagur was capable of. If he knew she was part dragon, he'd kill her without any form of hesitation. She struggled to fight the urge to run out of the Great Hall.
Stoick remained bold, "We still kill dragons, Dagur. The problem is that we've killed so many that they've flown away. There aren't any dragons within two miles of here."
You got that wrong. Hiccup mentally chuckled.
As if it were to support Hiccup's thought, Barf and Belch came crashing through the doors of the Great Hall. They looked at Hiccup and understood her when she mouthed "run." Immediately, they knew their lives were in danger, and they ran as fast as they could outside.
Dagur laughed maniacally as he shook Stoick by the arm, "It's a sign! One head for each chief! Tonight, there will be dragon's blood spilt on the floor!"
The Berserkers began cheering and chanting, "Blood! Blood!"
Hiccup's dragon instincts would no longer listen to her mind. They forced her to leap over the table and full-on sprint out of the Great Hall. Thankfully, Dagur and his men were too excited to notice.
