I got my two reviews within the time frame I set, so here is the next chapter.

Time passed and Grim was becoming more well-known in the Berk community. He joined the Dragon Academy and became an excellent student. All the dragons loved him, having a human to be able to speak to about things they did not understand. Grim was often a frequent visitor of the forge, working on his own projects as well as helping Hiccup with some of his projects.

Hiccup and Grim grew close. Stoick watched as the boys would get up and train together. Grim was quite skilled at making weapons. In addition to Stoick's weapons, there was now several daggers made from dragon claws, a bow, and a large sword Hiccup had forged for Grim.

Stoick came down to the forge one day. "Gobber, is Grim here?"

"The lad's over there with Hiccup working on something," said Gobber, pointing.

Stoick walked over to the boys. "Grim."

The boys looked up at Stoick.

"What's up, Dad?" asked Hiccup.

"Son, I have a question for Grim," said Stoick. "Do you mind giving us a few minutes?"

"Okay," Hiccup said slowly.

Stoick and Grim walked outside of the forge.

"What is it, Stoick?" asked Grim.

"I've been watching you and Hiccup for some time now," said Stoick. "You two get along very well. Like brothers, in fact."

"Being around him makes me feel like I have a family again," said Grim.

Stoick smiled. "What would you say about being a Haddock?"

Grim blinked. "Sir?"

"I wouldn't mind you being a part of our ever growing family," said Stoick. "Grim Haddock."

Grim shook his head. "I don't think I could ever take your family's name, Stoick. It just doesn't seem right."

"You have must a family, Grim," said Stoick. "What is your family name?"

"I did have a family, but I don't use their name any longer," said Grim. "I lived on that island for two years. The dragons became my family and they named me."

Stoick frowned. "What did the dragons call you?"

"Grim Frosti."

"Frosti?" repeated Stoick. "Grim Frosti. It's a good name. It sounds like a Viking name. What tribe are you from anyway, Grim?"

Grim stiffened. "I rather not talk about it. I rather keep the past in the past. Is there anything else?"

"No, lad," said Stoick.

Stoick watched the somber boy walk away.

Hiccup came out and saw Grim walking away. "Dad, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, Hiccup," said Stoick. "Just give Grim a little time to himself."

Hiccup turned. He thought for a moment before going after Grim.

Grim didn't stop until he reached one of the cliffs.

"Grim!" called Hiccup, jogging over to him. "What's going on?"

Grim didn't turn around. "Hiccup, have I ever told you why my name is Grim Frosti?"

"No, I don't think you have," said Hiccup.

"But I did tell you about Emerald, right?"

"Yeah," said Hiccup. "Sorry about him."

Grim turned. "Don't be. It's not your fault."

"Still, I feel bad," said Hiccup. "I don't know what I would do if something would happen to Toothless."

Grim turned back to the cliff. "I told you that they banished me and threw me onto a boat and I drifted north. I nearly died out there. It was so cold. I was all but dead when Deathshriek found me. It was just after a storm. I was completely soaked through to the bone and it was so cold that ice began to form on my body."

He lowered his head. "I really thought I was going to die when I saw Deathshriek. Emerald was nice, but I knew all dragons weren't as nice as Emerald. But Deathshriek took care of me. He named me Grim Frosti because of the frost on my skin and that he thought I wasn't going to live either. When I learned how to speak to dragons, he told me that he thought I was going to die and wanted to make me comfortable."

"But you lived," said Hiccup.

Grim looked over his shoulder. "I know," he said with a small smile.

Toothless and Deathshriek walked over to them. Toothless let out a purr to Hiccup and nuzzled him. Hiccup patted his dragon's muzzle. Deathshriek purred as well. Grim's smile grew.

"What did he say?" Hiccup asked.

"'You are fortunate to have survived. I am fortunate to have met you,'" Grim repeated. "I feel the same, Deathshriek."

"Let's fly!" Toothless growled enthusiastically.

Grim gave a roar in reply and hopped onto Deathshriek's back.

Hiccup understood the message without needing a translation. He swung himself into Toothless' saddle and they were off.

They flew high into the air. Hiccup looked over at Grim. It amazed him how Grim could easily ride bareback.

Grim suddenly let go of Deathshriek and pushed himself up. He was only holding on with his legs.

"Grim! What are you doing?" Hiccup shouted.

Grim sat up fully, practically standing, and spread his arms. He threw his head back and let out a roar.

Hiccup stared in awe. Grim's roar could easily be mistaken for a dragon's. It wasn't quite like Deathshriek's roar and was nothing like the shriek that gave the Baleful Banshee his name. It was his own roar. Hiccup had to think with that dragon scale clothing, Grim looked like a human/dragon hybrid.

Deathshriek let out a roar of his own, but not a jovial one Grim just had. Toothless turned his head.

"Hiccup, were we expecting visitors?" Grim called.

Hiccup looked out at the sea and saw a fleet of boats. "Oh, no." He looked closely at the sails. There was a dragon breathing fire on them. "Grim! Those are Berserkers! We have to tell my dad and we have to hide all the dragons. Dagur will attack us if he finds out we're at peace with them. We need to get them away from the village."

"Deathshriek, you heard him. We need to hide all the dragons."

"I can do that, Grim." Deathshriek's blue facial markings turned white. When the dragon opened his mouth again, a bloodcurdling shriek erupted from it. "Dragons! Berserkers! Away from the village, now!"

The result was immediate. Dragons from the village heard Deathshriek and began hurrying to the caves, understanding Berserkers weren't exactly an enemy to the Berkians, but if the dragons were found that would be another story.

"Wow," said Hiccup. "I didn't know Deathshriek could do that."

"Do what?" asked Grim.

"Command other dragons," Hiccup clarified.

"The other dragons respect Deathshriek, like they do Toothless," Grim said. "You and Toothless have the respect of the dragons of Berk."

"We do?" Hiccup asked.

"Come. We have guests." Grim growled the last word.

Toothless and Deathshriek landed in the village and let their riders dismount before hiding as well.

Hiccup and Grim jogged down to the docks. Stoick and Gobber was waiting for the ships to come in.

"Hiccup," said Stoick. "You need to hide the dragons. And what was that bone-chilling scream?"

"Already done, Dad," said Hiccup. "Deathshriek warned them all and they hid."

"Good, good," said Stoick. He turned back to the approaching ships. "I didn't know Dagur was coming."

"He might think he could catch us off guard," said Gobber.

Hiccup grinned. "Well, it didn't work. We saw him coming."

"Dagur would have to be deaf to miss that dragon shrieking," said Gobber.

Dagur's ship docked. The young chief was grinning dangerously, playing with a dagger. "Stoick, nice to see you survived the dragon attack."

"We're Vikings, Dagur," said Stoick. "We're survivors. A bunch of dragons aren't going to defeat us."

Dagur looked from Stoick and Gobber to Hiccup. "I see you survived the Night Fury."

"Yeah," Hiccup said drily.

"Hard to believe a hiccup survived without missing a limb," said Dagur.

"Dagur."

Dagur rolled his eyes and turned back to Stoick.

"Since you are here, there is someone I want you to meet," said Stoick. He turned to Grim and motioned him over.

Dagur narrowed his eyes at the teen. "I don't recall seeing him on my last visit to Berk."

"He wasn't here then," said Gobber.

Stoick put his hand on Grim's shoulder. "Grim, this is Dagur, the chief of the Berserkers. Dagur, this is Grim, my adoptive son."

Hiccup looked up at Stoick. "That's what you wanted to talk to him about?" he asked.

"Looks like you've been replaced," Dagur sneered.

Hiccup's heart dropped.

"He has not," Grim said. "Hiccup is Berk's heir and Stoick's son by blood. I am thankful I have been welcome not only on Berk, but into their home."

Dagur gave Grim a bored look. "Yeah, whatever." He turned to Stoick. "I wanted to see how you faired against the dragons. I thought you would like to have a hand in hunting them."

"We can handle ourselves," said Stoick. "I do appreciate the gesture."

Dagur sighed. "I guess I came for nothing."

"Why don't you stay, Dagur?" said Gobber. "Perhaps you can teach us something."

"I don't know what," Dagur scoffed. "Apparently you know how to fight dragons."

"Or we could teach you something," said Grim.

Dagur turned back to Grim. "And what could you teach me?" He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Grim's clothes. "How to skin a dragon would be interesting."

Grim stiffened. "I don't teach that to just anyone."

Dagur's face lit up with interest. "Really? And what do I need to do to get you to teach me?"

"A wrestling match," Grim answered. "If you can beat me, I'll teach you."

"Sounds like fun," Dagur grinned, removing his sword.

Stoick stepped in between them. "Why don't we make this a spectacle? You'll do this in the Kill Ring."

"Fine," said Dagur.

An hour later everyone gathered in the Kill Ring. Dagur was ready to fight. There was a glint of bloodlust in his eyes. Grim on the other hand was calm.

"You two lads ready?" asked Gobber.

"Let's do this," said Dagur, cracking his knuckles.

Grim simply removed his shirt.

"All right, lads," Gobber said. "No weapons, no hitting below the belt."

"Yeah, yeah," Dagur sneered.

The others found Hiccup.

"What's going on?" asked Astrid.

"Dagur challenged Grim to a wrestling match for Grim to teach him out to skin a dragon," Hiccup answered.

"But Grim doesn't skin dragons," said Tuffnut.

"We know that," said Hiccup. "But Dagur doesn't."

"Begin!" shouted Gobber.

Dagur let out a savage battle cry and lunged at Grim. Grim easily stepped out of the way. Dagur came at him again with the same result.

"Fight me, coward!" snarled Dagur.

Grim grabbed Dagur and threw him to the ground. Dagur tried to get Grim off him.

"They're really going at it," said Ruffnut as the fight continued.

"I get the next fight against Grim," said Tuffnut.

Snotlout snorted. "I'm stronger than Grim. I could take them both at the same time. With my face!"

"Actually, Grim's lived with dragons for a couple years," said Fishlegs. "It's very plausible that he possesses greater strength than a Viking his size."

Dagur slammed Grim into the dirt.

"I hope Grim knows what he's doing," said Astrid.

Grim muscled his way out of Dagur's hold and pinned him to the ground.

"The winner: Grim!" Gobber announced.

The Berserkers booed as the Berkians cheered.

Grim stood up and looked at the crowd.

Dagur wouldn't accept this. He was chief! How dare they embarrass him by sending this foreigner to represent Berk? He got to his feet and withdrew a dagger from his belt.

Hiccup's eyes widened. "Grim, look out!"

Grim whirled around in time to catch Dagur's arm. With his other hand, he quickly punched Dagur in the mouth. The Berserker fell like a stone.

There was silence in the stands.

"Go, Grim!" someone shouted.

Grim stood over Dagur, looking down at him impassively. He turned to Stoick. "Is someone going to pick him off the ground or am I going to have to carry him?"

Stoick raised his eyebrows.

The twins snickered in the stands.

"He knocked Dagur out," Tuffnut said.

"I can only imagine the amount of force behind that punch," said Fishlegs.

"Dagur's not going to be getting up for a while," said Astrid.

"That's for sure," Hiccup added.

Grim retrieved his shirt. He left the arena and walked to the woods. He heard a soft grunt.

"Grim."

Grim turned to the sound of the grunt and looked at the open air in front of him. "Yes, Deathshriek. What is it? I thought you were staying with the other dragons."

"Why would I need to when I can become invisible and keep watch over you, my friend?"

Grim smiled. It wavered when he heard a darker growl.

"Who is the fool who dares demand the secret to 'dragon skinning?'"

"He is chief of the Berserkers. I believe they call him Dagur the Deranged," answered Grim.

Deathshriek snorted. "Deranged indeed."

Grim chuckled.

Deathshriek made an odd grunt.

"What is it?" Grim asked, concerned at the sound.

"I hear something," replied Deathshriek. Grim heard that his dragon had moved. "Something below ground."

Grim looked at his feet. The ground rumbled.

"Whispering Death!" screeched Deathshriek.

Grim was lifted off the ground.

The ground opened up to reveal the gaping jaws of the dark gray-green and tan Boulder Class dragon. It hissed, its rows of teeth rotating. "Filthy creature!"

"Grim, hold on!" Deathshriek cried.

He dropped his invisibility and flipped Grim onto his back. They flew into the woods, the Whispering Death following them. Grim looked back. His blue eyes widened.

"Look out!" Grim steered Deathshriek clear of the fire rings shooting from the dragon's mouth.

"Grim!"

"I'm okay." Grim turned around again. He adjusted his vocal cords. "Why are you attacking us?"

The Whispering Death was surprised at the human speaking Dragonese, especially in the Whispering Death's dialect. It paused in its pursuit.

Deathshriek also turned and hovered in the air.

"You're friends with the Night Fury," it hissed.

"What has Toothless done to you?" asked Grim.

"This." The Whispering Death turned to reveal the bite scar on its body.

Grim observed the scar.

"The scar is old," said Deathshriek.

The Whispering Death hissed again. "And he has proven he is weak! He could have killed me when he had the chance. But that human has made him his pet!"

Grim shook his head. "Toothless and Hiccup showed you mercy. That is a strength. They gave you an opportunity to change."

The Whispering Death said nothing, but hissed.

"Are you willing to change?" Deathshriek inquired.

The Whispering Death adjusted its jaws slightly. "Perhaps. But don't expect me to get along with the Night Fury."

Grim chuckled. "Give it time, my friend. What is your name, dragon?"

"My name is Grindheart," replied the Whispering Death.

"Well, Grindheart, my name is Grim."

"And I am Deathshriek."

Grindheart nodded to them.

Deathshriek lifted his ear fins. "We have company. Berserkers. They must have heard us fighting."

Grindheart snorted. "Not much of a fight, Banshee."

"You two need to hide," said Grim.

Grindheart didn't need any more encouragement. He burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Grim slipped off of Deathshriek's back. Deathshriek disappeared. Grim moved into the trees and away from the Viking who were coming their way.

"Take care of Grindheart. Make sure he doesn't get into trouble," Grim hissed up to Deathshriek.

"Yes."

Grim doubled back to the village. He had to find Hiccup and tell him what happened. Grim found Hiccup with Stoick, Gobber, and Dagur. He gritted his teeth. He had to get Hiccup away from Dagur. Grim was surprised that Dagur was even conscious after the punch he took.

Grim crept up on Hiccup. He put one hand over Hiccup's mouth and wrapped his other arm around his waist. He picked him up and took him behind a house.

Hiccup twisted out of Grim's hold. "What are you doing?"

"I needed to talk to you," said Grim.

"You didn't need to kidnap me," said Hiccup.

"I couldn't tell you in front of Dagur," Grim said. "Remember that Whispering Death you once told me about?"

"Yeah," replied Hiccup. "Toothless had a grudge with it. It was the only dragon I couldn't train."

"I saw it," said Grim.

Hiccup paled. "What? Oh, great, just what I needed today."

"I took care of it," said Grim.

Hiccup frowned. "How?"

"I spoke to him," replied Grim.

"Him?"

Grim nodded. "His name is Grindheart. He is willing to give the people of Berk a chance. He also said that he wouldn't be friends with Toothless."

"I don't think Toothless wants to be friends with him either," said Hiccup.

Grim smirked. "Give them time. Old enemies can become the best of friends."

Hiccup smiled, knowing what Grim said was true.

"Now, about Dagur," said Grim. "How did he recover so quickly?"

"Gothi shoved something down his throat." Hiccup snickered. "He woke up and tried to get the taste out of his mouth."

Grim smirked again. "I wish I had stuck around for that."

"Hiccup!" Stoick called.

Hiccup looked at Grim. "I better get back to them."

"I'll be at the house," said Grim.

"See you later, Grim," said Hiccup. He smiled. "Brother." He dashed off to rejoin his father, Gobber, and Dagur.

Grim stood there for a moment with a smile on his face. Brother. He liked the sound of that.

Dagur didn't stay for long. He planned to leave the next morning. It was enough to put the Berkians on edge for the night. They knew Dagur was unpredictable and they were concerned for their dragons.

Grim couldn't sleep in the house. He was used to having Toothless in the room he shared with Hiccup. He crawled out of bed and climbed outside to the roof.

"Deathshriek?" he called quietly.

No answer.

Deathshriek was probably with Grindheart, keeping the Whispering Death out of trouble. Grim was concerned that Toothless and Grindheart would start to fight. He had witnessed dragon fights before, having been a participant himself and almost dying.

Grim climbed back into the house. He heard a moan from Hiccup's bed. He rolled over, gripping at his blanket. Grim knew his new brother missed his dragon. His brother. It was going to take some getting used to. He sat on the edge of Hiccup's bed and smoothed some of his hair down.

"I'll be back shortly, Hiccup," Grim whispered.

Hiccup stilled.

Grim got up and pulled on his boots and dragon scale tunic before climbing out the window again and running for the woods. He went to the cove, hoping to find Toothless there.

Sure enough, when Grim reached the cove, he heard the Night Fury growling.

"That blasted Whispering Death! What were they thinking? Grim had no right to accept him. Of all the dragons he could have come across, he had to come across that one." Toothless snarled.

"Cursing me won't change anything."

Toothless whipped around to see Grim climbing down the wall of the cove. He snarled again. "Why did you befriend him? Do you know what he is?"

"A dragon," replied Grim.

Toothless' pupils constricted. "A dragon who I fought. Who I have a grudge against!"

"It's in the past, Toothless. And if I recall the story correctly, you spared him, showed him mercy."

"Only because of Hiccup," said Toothless. "If he hadn't been there, I would have ripped his throat out."

Grim walked over to the angry dragon with no fear. He knew Toothless wasn't going to hurt him.

Toothless turned away from the human. "But what would a human know?"

Grim put his hand on Toothless' shoulder. "More than you know. I also know that holding a grudge is a waste of energy."

Toothless growled once more and relented. "Why are you out here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," replied Grim. "I was worried."

"I'll be fine once Dagur leaves," Toothless replied.

Grim nodded in agreement. "Where is Deathshriek?"

Toothless gave a gummy smile. "I was wondering when you were going to ask. He's with Grindheart, keeping us from killing each other."

"And succeeding."

Toothless laughed.

Grim smiled. "What about the other dragons?"

"They are on the other side of the island, far away as possible from the village," replied Toothless.

Grim nodded in approval. "I should head back."

"Go. Before someone, one of the Berserkers, finds out you're gone."

Grim started to climb out of the cove.

Toothless warmed a spot for him to sleep on with his fire.

"Toothless."

The Night Fury looked up at Grim.

"He misses you," said Grim.

Toothless hung his head. "I miss him, too."

Grim walked back to the Haddock house. A twig snapped and he froze. Grim only waited a moment before moving behind a tree.

Dagur frowned and walked to the last place he saw Grim. Seeing that Grim had disappeared, the Berserker chief kept walking.

Grim was hiding in the tree he moved behind. He glared down at Dagur. What was he doing?

In the morning, Hiccup woke up to see Grim sitting on the edge of his bed. "Didn't you sleep?"

"No," Grim replied. "I went to check on the dragons last night. Dagur was sneaking around."

Hiccup looked at him in alarm. "He didn't find them, did he?"

"No, I made sure of that," said Grim.

Hiccup let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Dagur should be gone after breakfast and the dragons can come back without a problem."

Grim nodded.

Breakfast was quiet. Grim and Hiccup ate in silence.

"The Berserkers should be leaving after breakfast," Stoick informed them.

"Good," said Hiccup.

Grim only nodded.

There was knock on the door.

Stoick got up from the table. "Who could that be?" Stoick opened the front door.

"Stoick!"

Hiccup and Grim jumped.

"Dagur," Stoick said in surprise. "What brings you here this morning?"

"I never got to ask Hiccup about that Night Fury," said Dagur, pushing his way passed Stoick. "How did you fight off that Night Fury? Did you kill it?"

"Well, no," Hiccup said, trying to sound disappointed. "It got away."

"He was lucky," Stoick added.

Dagur stared down Hiccup. "How did you survive the Night Fury?"

Grim carefully stood up and hurried up to the room he shared with Hiccup without being seen by Dagur.

"How did I do it?" Hiccup stammered. "Well, I'm not really sure."

A dragon howl went up. It sounded familiar to Hiccup.

"A dragon!" Dagur ran out to find it.

Hiccup ran over to Stoick. "Dad, I think that was Grim," he whispered.

"It probably was," said Stoick. "What is he doing?"

Grim had gone out the window and ran through town, keeping behind the houses. Once he was away from his house, he let out a dragon roar. He kept running, hoping Deathshriek heard him.

"Grim, what is going on?" Deathshriek's disembodied voice asked.

Grim could feel the wind from his wing beats hitting his back.

"Dagur. We need a distraction to get him off the island," answered Grim. "Get all the dragons. We need to get their saddles off."

Deathshriek let out a roar and flew off.

Grim stopped and looked around. He turned and started running back. By now Dagur had alerted the other Berserkers and the Berkians were confused.

"Perfect," Grim whispered with a grin.

"Grim."

Grim turned to see the other dragons. He started taking off the saddles and whispering to the dragons. After each dragon was unsaddled, they took off and began flying around the village. Stoick and Gobber started yelling there was a dragon attack.

Toothless was the last to arrive.

Grim took his saddle and tailfin off. "You won't be able to fly. You just need to scare the Berserkers. Hopefully Hiccup and the others will know what we are trying to do."

"We have done it before," said Toothless. "And if anyone can figure it out, it's Hiccup."

Toothless bounded off.

Grim ran back into the village. He found Astrid.

"What's going on?" asked Astrid.

"Dragon attack," Grim replied slyly.

Astrid's eyes lit up. "Oh." She saw Stormfly and used hand signals to tell her what to do.

The other trainers figured how what was happening as well.

Grim ran to the forge and grabbed a sword Gobber recently repaired.

"Grim!" Hiccup slid to a stop. "Are you crazy?"

"It was the only thing I could think of," said Grim. He looked out at the Berserkers racing for the docks while the Berkians "protected" them. "You better find Toothless. He's out there, too."

"Ah, great," groaned Hiccup.

They went their separate ways. Grim moved down to the dock and pretended to hurt the dragons that were attacking.

A loud roar caught his attention. Grim saw Thornado coming in for a landing. The Thunder Drum landed and Grim hurried to get his saddle off. "Scare, but do not kill."

"Understood. Where's Stoick?"

"I don't know for certain," Grim replied. "Go."

Thornado took off and began roaring at the Berserkers.

Dagur and the others got to the ships. He turned around and saw a Thunder Drum land on the docks. It took aim at the ship.

Grim leapt onto the Thunder Drum's back and hit it in the head with the pummel of the large sword he carried. The Thunder Drum bucked him off and went into the water. Grim got up and looked around.

"Go, Dagur!" Grim shouted. "We'll take care of this! Go!"

A blast of purple hit the water. Dagur saw the Night Fury and Hiccup was holding a shield and a dagger and running right for it. The Night Fury turned.

Dagur grabbed a crossbow and aimed it at the Night Fury. It was a difficult shot. The ship was moving quickly from shore because of the men rowing and rocking back and forth. The target was moving as well. Dagur aimed and fired.

In the meantime, to keep up appearances, Grim ran for Toothless to "assist" Hiccup. He raised his sword and was about to swing, making sure he would miss completely, when something hit him in the shoulder. Grim screamed like Deathshriek would and collapsed.

"Grim!" cried Hiccup. He gave the hand signal to Toothless to hide. Hiccup knelt down. "Are you okay?"

Grim was curled up on the dock, grunting and moaning in what was sounding like dragon cursing.

"What happened?" Stoick raced over to them. "I thought I heard Thornado."

Thornado popped up from the water and landed on the docks. He grunted at Stoick and looked at Grim.

Gobber followed Stoick.

Hiccup looked up at them. "Something hit him."

Toothless came out of hiding.

Gobber helped turn Grim over. "Here's the problem." He picked up a crossbow bolt from the dock. Gobber looked at the Berserker ships that were barely in sight. "Quite the shot, whoever fired. It was probably meant for Toothless."

Grim got to his knees and started taking off his tunic. There was a nasty blood pocket on his shoulder forming just under the skin.

"Better get you to Gothi," said Stoick.

"This is a sturdy bolt," Gobber observed. "Should have run you through, lad."

"Deathshriek's scales placed over Gronkle scales," Grim explained through gritted teeth.

Deathshriek landed on the docks and cooed to Grim. Grim got onto Deathshriek's back.

"Grim," said Hiccup.

Grim turned to him.

"Good job," Hiccup said.

Grim gave a nod.

Deathshriek took off to fly to Gothi's hut.

Gothi treated Grim's shoulder with poultices and wrapped it. His arm would be in a sling for a day or so.

Grim left after she was finished and found Hiccup saddling Toothless again.

Toothless knocked Hiccup down and started mercilessly licking him.

"Okay, bud," Hiccup sputtered. "I'm glad to see you, too. We've only been separated for a day."

Toothless looked at him with his large green eyes and made an irritated growl.

"What, bud?" asked Hiccup.

"He said, 'A day's more than enough for you to get into trouble.'"

Hiccup started and turned to the sound of Grim's voice.

"I thought you would go get Deathshriek," said Hiccup.

Grim opened his mouth and let out a dragon roar. His roar was answered and Deathshriek flew into view.

"Of course, you just roar for him," said Hiccup.

"Everything is taken care of, Grim," Deathshriek informed his human friend. "Grindheart is willing to give Toothless a chance."

Toothless snorted. "What makes you think I'll ever be friends with that dragon?"

Deathshriek calmly looked at Toothless. "Because he is willing. The least you can do is give him a chance."

Hiccup couldn't understand what the dragons were saying and turned to Grim. The look on Grim's face was enough for Hiccup. "How are you feeling?" He pointed to the sling.

"I will need a sling for a few days," said Grim. "I will be fine."

"That's good," said Hiccup. "Come on, bud. Let's go home." He jumped onto Toothless' saddle and they flew off.

Grim and Deathshriek exchanged looks.

"Do you think this is going to go well?" Grim asked.

Deathshriek snorted. "Hardly. But I believe if we give them all a chance, everything will be well."

Grim crawled onto Deathshriek's back. "I hope so."

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I brought back the Whispering Death. I thought it would be a good idea to have him back just for the fun of it and I had to introduce Dagur in some way. I thought why not have another dragon attack, this one seeming a little more authentic. Opinions on bringing back Toothless' nemisis as a good guy or at least someone not trying to wreck Berk again are welcome.