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Gobber was leading Hiccup back to his house. Stoick had just finished lecturing him and Hiccup was ranting to Gobber.

"I mean he never listens to me!" Hiccup said.

"Runs in the family." Gobber said with a roll of his eyes.

"Whenever he looks at me, he always has this disappointed scowl on his face." Hiccup said, "It's like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich."

"No, no, no. It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

"Thank you for summing that up." Hiccup deadpanned as he turned to open his door.

"The point I'm trying to make is stop trying to be what you're not." Gobber said.

"I just want to be one of you guys." Hiccup said finally going in his house.

Gobber sighed. 'Poor lad'.

Just as he was walking back to the townhall, Hiccup was sneaking out of the back of his house to find the dragon.

(Berk Townhall)

"Either we finish them or they finish us!" Stoick said with a bang of his fist. "We need to put a stop to the Draks once and for all!"

He grabbed his knife and slammed it into the map. "One more search before the ice sets in!"

"Those ships never come back!" A voice cried out.

"We're Vikings, It's an occupational hazard!" Stoick said. "Now who's with me!"

He was met with silence so he decided to use the creative approach.

"Alright, those who stay will look after Hiccup." He said.

"To the ships!"

"I'm with you Stoick!"

"That's more like it." Stoick replied.

"Well, I'd better pack my Undies." Gobber said after he took a long swig of his drink.

"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits. We need to prepare them for any upcoming battles." Stoick said

"Do you really think that they'll try and attack us now?" Gobber asked. "The Ohmr clan have never made a direct attack on the island for quite some time. They've been sending the dragons to do the work for them."

"Doesn't matter." Stoick said, "We need to prepare for the worst...and that includes figuring out what to do with Hiccup."

"That's easy," Gobber said casually, "Put him in training."

"Gobber I'm being serious." Stoick said.

"So am I." Gobber insisted. "You're not doing him any favors by hiding him in your house. Sooner or later he's gonna get into a situation where he's gonna hafta fight."

"You know what he's like." Stoick argued. "Everywhere he goes disaster follows him, he can never follow the simplest orders, and the simplest task is a challenge for him. No matter what he always finds a way to screw things up."

"Maybe dragon training will give him the help he needs." Gobber said. "You never know."

Stoick sighed. "I'll think about it."

"Good man." Gobber patted Stoick on the back. "I better hit the sack. Gonna need all the rest I can get."

Stoick stayed in the hall conteplating his situation.

'Odin help me.' he thought to himself.

Darkfire was drifting in and out of conciousness.

He was still reeling from the fall he had taken. He didn't know where he was and he couldn't remember what had happened. He tried to get up but realized that he couldn't. He suddenly noticed the tight bindings around his body.

He felt a pressure on his neck and he heard a voice.

"I have brought down this mighty beast." With a snarl he pushed the pressure away, a few seconds later he was finally face to face with a...

'A child?' He thought to himself incredulously.

He looked about fourteen, he had a small, gangly body, a mop of auburn hair, and bright, vivid green eyes.

'What on earth is...this?' Darkfire thought disdainfully. 'You mean to tell me that I have been brought down by a mere child.'

The boy was gripping the knife tightly.

"I'm gonna kill you dragon." He said more to himself than anyone else. "I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father."

He took a deep breath. "I am a Viking. I am a Viking!"

He raised the knife over his head and closed his eyes. He opened them again and looked down at the dragon.

Darkfire closed his eyes, wanting to accept his death with honor. 'So this is the end.'

He waited for the death blow to come, but it never did.

His eyes snapped open at the sound of the knife against the ropes. The second he was free he pounced on the boy and glared at him with his vivid green eyes, snarling heavily into his face.

'This...this child has the nerve to try and kill me!' He growled.

Just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow, his eyes met with the child and for that brief second. Time stood still. He looked into those eyes and saw...someone else. Those eyes did not belong to a viking. At least not one he ever encountered.

He didn't know why, but instead of a fatal blow, he simply roared in the child's face. Then turned away and flew into the sky.

'Count your blessings child.' Darkfire thought. 'I will not be so merciful the next time we meet.'

Hiccup stared at the faltering dragon and he started standing on his wobbly legs. He only took two steps before he fainted.

(3 hours later)

Hiccup had woken up to find the sun setting, and he realized that if he didn't get home soon, his father would have the entire village searching for him. He quickly ran towards his village and by the time that he had gotten home, night had already fallen and he was just about to sneak upstairs, until his father's voice interrupted him.

"Hiccup." he called, "We need to talk."

Hiccup sighed, he had hoped to avoid yet another awkward conversation with his father, but he knew that the sooner his father found out about his decision, the less messy it would be.

"Yeah we do."

They both started speaking at the same time.

"I don't want to kill dragons."

"I think it's time you learned to kill dragons."

They looked at each other in confusion.

"You go first." Stoick said.

"No you go." Hiccup replies.

"Alright." Stoick clapped his hands together. "You've got your wish. Dragon Training, you start tomorrow."

"Oh man," Hiccup immediately got into his panicky voice. "You should've let me go first. Dad...I don't want to kill dragons."

Stoick chuckled as if Hiccup was telling him a joke. "What are you talking about? Of course you do."

"Okay, let me rephrase that," Hiccup said, "I can't kill dragons."

"But you will kill dragons." Stoick said lifting a pile of weapons.

"Dad-

"You'll need these." Stoick said hefting the weapons into Hiccup's arms.

"Dad, do you not hear me!" Hiccup said.

"Hiccup, this is serious." Stoick said, "It's time for you to become a viking, a true viking, no more of...this."

"You just gestured to all of me." Hiccup rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"The point is, no more foolishness. It's time for you to get serious. Deal?" Stoick said.

"Dad!" Hiccup said, trying to get his father to hear him out.

"Deal?" Stoick pressed.

Hiccup sighed, he knew there was no winning this argument.

"Deal." he said defeatedly.

"Good," Stoick nodded in satisfaction. He hefted his gear over his shoulder. "I'll be back. Probably."

"I'll be here...Maybe." Hiccup replied, saying the last part more quietly.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could last in Berk.

Meanwhile Darkfire had tried and failed to fly into the sky. He didn't know why, but whenever he flew he was completely off-balance. Finally he landed into a canyon of sorts and stopped for rest. Daybreak would come soon and he would return to his human form.

He curled into a ball and fell asleep.

He was in for a surprise come morning.

Stormcarrier and the other warriors had landed onto the island and the chief had run to meet them. They all morphed back into their human forms and he eagerly looked among the faces searching for his son.

"Darkfire?" he inquired.

Stormcarrier shook his head sadly.

The chief's heart suddenly felt like lead as his worst fears were confirmed.

'Odin,' he thought to himself, 'Watch over my son.