"And this, is the chief's hut." Finished the boy. "Wait, you never told us your name!" Gwaine yelled just as Hiccup had been about to leave. This was the question the Hiccup had been dreading. He would have to face torment from everybody now, even the visitors from Camelot!

"My name's not important, I'm simply your guide, and nothing else." The boy said the last sentence with a little bitterness.

"I really rather..." Arthur cut him off with a prod to the stomach. "If you are to be our tour guide, we should at least know your name!" The boy sighed, realizing that there was no way out of this and quietly said,

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III." Then hurried off surprisingly quickly for a boy his size. Gwaine turned to Arthur, "Hiccup?" Then turned to Merlin and asked,

"Does that mean something different in Norse than it does in English?" Merlin tried to keep from laughing.

"Never read anything about it, I guess Hiccup is the same thing in Norse as it is English, explains why he didn't want us to know his name!" Gwaine and Lyon burst into laughter, nearly crying. "Hey, be nice, he didn't get to choose his name." Said Merlin, trying to hide a smile, but eventually, he too, started laughing.

Eventually, they settled down enough to start breathing normally again. Gwaine looked at Lyon and said,

"Well I feel about guilty now."

"Come on Gwaine, you never feel guilty." Replied Lyon with a grin.

"Ok, you caught me there." Replied Gwaine.

"Come on, let's go to the bar! I think it's the only place I remember in the tour!"

Merlin rolled his now-dry eyes and was about to go run with the others when a thought struck him. The boy, Hiccup, he reasoned, wasn't the same rough-tough type of Viking you normally saw here. If, somehow, I could get him to join our side, we would have a much better chance of getting some dragons! He knows the layout and the village, and he seems like the kind of person that can disappear easily.

"Hurry up Merlin or you'll get lost!" Shouted Arthur, so Merlin picked up his pace. Surviving here, he thought, is going to be much harder than we imagined.

Hiccup stared at the ground where he had first seen the night fury. He wished that it had finished him off when he had the chance. Why, he thought, did my parents have to name me Hiccup! Why couldn't I have a normal name, or at least taken my fathers name, Stoick! So many Vikings are doing that now, cause they're not creative enough to find more names for their children. It could be put on a sign, it was so obvious, VIKINGS! ALL BRAWN AND NO BRAIN! When he had ran off, he didn't actually run that far, just simply disappeared behind some trees and bushes. He had heard their laughing and now knew they were just like the Vikings in his village. Hiccup started wandering aimlessly, feeling sorry for himself, when he found a curious rock. He stared at it, knowing it was probably nothing, but couldn't get it out of his head.

He walked off, but eventually circled back to the rock, when it suddenly hit him. He assumed they were just black specs on the rock, but when he looked closer, he realized thy weren't specs, but scales, the exact same color as the night fury he had freed earlier! He cautiously searched around the rock, and found a trail. But, to his disappointment, the trail ended on the other side of the rock.

He stared at the scales, wondering what it meant, when he almost fell off the rock at the sound of a deafening roar. He scrambled back to safety. He wasn't taking any chances, not with a night fury, of all dragons. When he cautiously looked back, what he saw nearly broke his heart. He didn't feel as sorry for himself any more, not after seeing the poor dragon and his fate.

The ferocious creature was stuck in a small space, hardly enough for a terrible terror to be happy, much less a night fury! He observed the dragon. It looked like it was trying to escape, but it was too weak. He also realized with horror that the night fury was too weak to catch fish, and there were no deer or rabbits in this place. He ran back to the village with a plan, that he hoped would save the night fury. Or it would probably kill me, thought Hiccup.

As he was running back, he realized he must have been gone for a long time, and the big bugle sounded. With a start, he realized that he didn't want to kill dragons, and that he was going to be even more of a failure for being late, instead of early, as most Vikings were, because they loved it so much.

While Arthur and the others got drunk, Merlin just stared at his nearly overflowing mug, for two reasons. A.) He wanted to keep his mind alert, in case the Vikings were going to hold them hostage in exchange for supplies or ships. He had noticed that all the huts and ships were either new, or destroyed by the dragons. B.) He wanted to make a plan, to get Hiccup on his team. He realized that this would be even harder, after him and all the others had laughed so long at his name. He seriously doubted that Hiccup had gone far, and knew that had been able to hear every word.

"Come on, Merlin. You look so serious, just have a cup of beer!" Gwaine said as he brought Merlin out of his trance.

"Gwaine," he whispered quietly, "I really shouldn't, a drunk wizard is not a good idea."

Gwaine mumbled something about being a boring cow, took Merlin's cup, and went by his new Viking friends. Merlin hid a smile. Little did Gwaine realize, those Vikings were talking about ways to pull a prank on Gwaine without Gwaine knowing who it was. They were going to put yak droppings in his bed or something of that kind.

Merlin eventually got bored of the mood in the tavern and eventually went to go outside. He wandered around, memorizing the buildings from the tour, but eventually got bored of that too. He was going to walk to the next island over when he heard the enourmous sound of a bugle he walked over to an excited looking female Viking with shockingly blonde hair, (you and I know her as Astrid) and asked what the bugle was for. She looked excited and said in Norse,

"It's for the Dragon Training Program. Kids are training to kill and capture dragons. Isn't it amazing! I've been waiting to do this my whole life. Now get out of my way or I'll be late."

Merlin got out of her way, and looked on with sadness. They were training to kill dragons, right in front of him!

Arthur and the others rushed out and saw Merlin staring at the ground.

"What was that bugle for, and why are you so sad?" Asked Lyon.

"In answer to both your questions, it's for the dragon training program, where they are trained to capture and kill dragons."

Arthur looked on with authority and said to Merlin,

"However queasy you are, we have to find a way to stop this, and that means we have to go watch. I'm sorry Merlin. If you really can't, then go back to our hut, and make a plan for how we're going to get these dragons."

"No, it's alright. I'll come with you."

And so they ran off to see this so-called dragon training.