I DO NOT OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

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The clouds were below me, and I was gliding with arms spread. How was I doing this…? People can't fly. But that experience…the wind in my hair, the earth far below me…it was magnificent. This is a dragon's point of view… Suddenly the sky turned dark, and I was falling. I couldn't stop myself, because there was nothing to catch me. My flight had gone, and I nearly hit the earth when something happened to stop me. I hadn't closed my eyes, so I knew what had saved my life. Toothless was there now.

Eyes wide I blinked coming out of a dream.

-Groan- What time is it?

Rolling over I looked out the window. I wasn't surprised to find it dark, but hadn't expected the moon to be so high. I had overslept, and thus, was behind. Grabbing my boots, I made my way cautiously down stairs. Sure my dad was still off trying to find a dragon's nest, but you never know when you'll find a drunken Viking in the wrong house. After I was positive that I was alone, I made my way out the front door and down the steps.

Avoiding the night watch was an easy task if you knew the inner workings of the Village. Seeing as I had so much spare time between disappointments, I had the time to explore. It took longer to avoid the men and their lanterns than I would have liked, but eventually I made it to the shop. It was even darker back in my tiny work room, and I had to plug the holes in the door before lighting the lantern. After all I don't want anyone getting suspicious.

Taking out a box of leather, a spool of twine, and a large needle I got to work. It's been a while, but I think I still remember how to make a saddle. We had, at one point, made saddles for horses, and shipped them over the sea to other Villages for a large price. Unfortunately, saddles are one of those things that, once you buy one…you kinda don't need another one for a long, long time.

This shouldn't take much time at all. A smile crossed my face as I took a pointed hammer and started pressing a design into the leather. From there, I braided several leather bands into the shape of the seat, sewed the Leather rim and smooth bottom on with long strands of twine, cut, and mended straps, created iron clasps to hold the straps in place, and finally polished the now finished product.

Wow, it's done, and the sun hasn't even peaked over the horizon yet. Perfect time to hide this away, and go get Toothless some breakfast. After putting the tools away, I doused he lantern and pulled the cloth from the holes in the door. Looking out, there was no one in sight. The morning air was crisp at this time of year, so I could see my breath as I stepped out into the street. I was cautious as I made my way up the lifeless street, and once back to my house a sigh of relief escaped. I have to admit, all this sneaking around really get's the blood pumping. If anyone were to see me with a saddle, it could be the end for both Toothless AND me. After all, there was no need for riding equipment in Berk. No one had even seen a horse or donkey in years.

After hiding the saddle away in a shrub, I turned back to the house. I had left the large bag for fish near the back door for convenience. Grabbing it, I made my way around the house, and down to the supply barn. Villagers usually weren't permitted to take fish whenever they wanted it, but I was the Chief's son. As much as I didn't like to flaunt the title around, it was the only way to get the fish Toothless relied on.

Hmm…no one's around. I only need a bag full, so I guess I'll just help myself. I peered around the side of the barn and spotted two large tubs of water filled with fresh fish. As a matter of fact, here were fish everywhere. The older dead fish hung from string suspended from poles, and the fresher fish swam in the tubs. Just for good measure I decided to take a little of both.

Reaching up, I was able to pull a few hanging fish from their strings. It was colder on the cliffs near the sea, which I guess is what kept them from rotting too fast. After tossing them in the bag, I trounced over to the tub and looked in. There must have been at least a hundred fish in one tub, and over half of them were close to my size. How…am I gunna catch one, let alone ten of those? The idea struck me as I looked down seeing a small door at the bottom. I could see the water had been leaking through the widening cracks around the door, and I wondered.

If I pull that door open…perhaps some of the fish would simply, pour out. Feeling that it was cleaver plan, and that nothing could possibly go wrong, I stooped down and grasped the top of the door with both hands. Pulling up, I found out just what happens when gallons of water are suddenly released from a very small hole. Water and fish came pouring out faster than I had anticipated. Seeing that my plan was quickly going south, I pressed down on the door with all the force I could muster up. However, the force of the water was so intense, the door refused to shut.

After the water had completely drained from the tub, I looked up. Fail. Yeah…Oden must think this is really funny. Ha, ha, very funny. Looking around, there were fish everywhere. Their bodies flipping and gasping for what little oxygen they could get. Seeing my opportunity, I gathered up the bigger of the fish and tied the bag. Hmmm…seems like such a waste. I looked back for a moment before walking over to the mass of dying fish. One by one, I lightly kicked them over the edge, and back into the sea. We can always catch them again I guess… Man I'm glad no one saw that.

-Later after the sun had risen-

I made it to the valley just after sunrise, to find Toothless sleeping upside down in a tree. Not wanting to wake him, I poured out my bag of (freshly dead) fish, and placed the saddle out of sight. Best to let him warm up…before trying to strap a saddle to him. Leaning back against one of the valley's rock walls, I rested for a while.

Carrying the bags of fish all the way from the village isn't going to work…plus I can't keep taking fish, or others will get suspicious. No there has to be a better way. Sitting in the quiet, I watched the surface of the water. There are fish in this lake…but I'm no good at fishing. I looked over at Toothless. Maybe I could get a net, and try catch the fish for him here. I was finally rested, and seeing him still snoozing in the tree I smiled.

"Toothless~ Oh Toothless~" Upon my speaking His ears twitched a bit, but he didn't stir. "Toothless!" With that, he nearly fell out of the tree in surprise. I laughed, feeling a bit sorry for waking him so abruptly. "Sorry bud." I was on my feet waiting for him as he walked over, shaking off the dew that had settled on him during the night. "Breakfast?"

The idea seemed like a good one to him as he looked over at the pile of fish. It didn't take but a second for him to make himself comfortable with me, and begin eating. Being near him now was something that felt nearly completely natural. We had an understanding now. I would give him his wings back, and in return, he would be my guide to the sky. It was an equal trade, seeing as you can't have one without the other anyway. Watching him finish, up I decided that now was a better time than any to try and saddle him up.

Well…this is gunna be super fun. "Toothless, I uh…have something for you." Seeing him turn toward me with curious eyes, I looked back at the saddle I had hidden behind a bush. He's gunna hate me. Reaching down I grabbed it and put on my best smile. I turned holding it up.

He knew what it was, and where I was going with this, but he didn't look angry or upset as I thought he would be. Well now, maybe this won't be as bad as I thought. Wait…I should never say that because- At that moment he crouched down with a playful expression on his face. Oh no…Toothless don't you dare.

With a loud playful croon he pounced to the side and ran off.

"HEY!" Holding the saddle above my head I ran after him. Get back here!

He ran back the other way and I turned to follow him. Feeling the gap was narrowing, I smiled as he looked back sticking his tongue out at me. Hey, that's just not right. I'm being teased by a dragon! "Toothless, you get back here right now!" It was kind of fun playing with a dragon. Even if it was just out of his stubborn nature toward the saddle. I hadn't ever really gotten to play with kids my own age. I suppose that was due to the fact that, none of the adults wanted their children to turn out so…I'm just going to stop that thought right there.

"Hmmm…" I had an idea. "Toothless, if you ever want to fly again, you'll put this on!" How fiendishly cleaver. I didn't like holding his lack of flying ability against him, (seeing as it was my fault in the first place), but it had to be done. It was all too easy.

Looking rather defeated, he scuffled over to me groaning, and grumbling all the way. I couldn't understand how he seemed to know what it was that I was saying, but I didn't question it, seeing it as a gift from the gods. Seeing I would have no further resistance, I began to strap the saddle snugly into place.

Once the straps were snug, I realized another problem. How was I going to control the fin, all the way back there…from the saddle, all the way up here? -Angry groan- Maybe… Looking back at the now empty fish sack an idea came to mind. The bag was woven from rope…hmmm. Running back to the bag I quickly unwound the rope, which caused an immediate fit of understanding from Toothless. After all this was the bag I brought his food in every day.

"Don't worry, there are more bag's of fish where that came from." Walking up to him, rope in hand, I tied one end onto the front of his fin, and crawled over his wings to the saddle. At this point, I also realized I had no idea how to ride on the saddle. "Ok, you wanna give this a shot?" He shook his head in protest. "Well, we're gunna to try anyway." Sitting with my knees on his back, I held the rope in my hand. "Um…go?" In a split second, we were off at a run before jumping into the air. As soon as we were high enough I pulled the rope, opening the fin. It worked again! Looking down we were over the water. How and I supposed to turn it though? Not thinking, I yanked the rope hard to the right. He went left…and I fell off. Well. Not bad for our first attempt with me in the saddle. Now if only I could stay in it.

After attempting several more times, and getting the same result, I finally called for a beak. Taking the saddle off of him, and seeing that it was still early morning, I left the valley for a short while.

-During his brief visit to the shop-

Upon entering the shop with a bundle under my arm, I smiled at Gobber (who was a bit overloaded with overdue repair jobs) and went on my way to my private working room. Well perhaps he's just too busy to ask questions.

Laying out the saddle, I made quick work of attaching a hook to both sides of the seat. Now I just need something to attach me to them. Grabbing an old tool belt, I attached two long leather straps on both sides, and tied a ring at the end of each. Perfect. I tested the strength of my work and was pleased, feeling that I was even more cleaver than I had before. Back to the valley for another test run before… shivers ran up and down my spine. Dragon training in the afternoon. Bundling it up, I walked back out of the room, and was almost out the door when Gobber asked to see what was in the bundle under my arm. Again my cleaver streak was going strong, as I convinced him that it was a birthday present for him. I felt kind of bad…having not known the actual date of his birth.

-Back in the valley-

Once again, I strapped the saddle on securely. Ok…so this time, no knees on the saddle, no hand navigation, and hopefully, more control with my foot doing the steering. Tying the rope to my ankle, I crawled back up to the saddle. "Alright Toothless, let's try it again."

We were off, and in the air before a second had past. Pulling my foot forward, I opened the fin. There seemed to be a bit more control after we exited the valley, but still not enough.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" The grass beneath us came up on us fast, and I barely had time to unhook myself before Toothless turned and landed on his back. I hit the ground running through the tall reeds. I hope he's ok…? Hearing an excited purring noise, I turned and ran back through the tall grass, before stopping with a questioning look on my face. Ok then…? He was busily rolling around among the grass with an elated look on his face. It was as if he were a drunk, but without the smell… Still, at the moment his dignity seemed to be in short supply. I picked a few blades of grass and looked it over. Maybe I can use what I learn from Toothless…to keep from getting eaten in training. Pocketing the grass I looked up at him. "Um…are you ok?"

Seeming to have just popped back into reality, Toothless, I could tell, looked down rather sheepishly in embarrassment. "It's uh…ok?" Grabbing the saddle, I looked at the grass for a moment, and then hopped on. "Let's get back to the valley for today. I'll figure something out…but now you need some rest, and I need some um…training."

With this idea he was well pleased, and again I found myself surprised when he went into the valley ON HIS OWN. He must really be enjoying himself.

-Later in the arena-

It was a normal afternoon of training, like any other. Gobber standing like a useless lump on the side lines. Ruffnut and Tuffnut beating each other up about…well something stupid. Snotlout making passes at Astrid, and Astrid hitting him over the head in anger before running off. Oh, and of course, like usual…me being the only one the dragon EVER SEEMED TO CHASE.

What am I thinking? No helmet, no sword, and I didn't even pick up my shield. The spectators watched me with particularly stunned faces. Yes people I'm a mess, watch me end it all right here for your enjoyment.

"WHOA!"

The sound of Snotlout getting butted across the room, and his shield falling to the floor, caught my attention. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the clump of grass and held it firmly in my fist. I'll be needing this soon I guess. The Gronckle had already seen me by the time I looked up. Well let's pray that all dragons were similar in their love for scented grass.

The moment was drawing near as he sped over to me. I might lose a hand if this doesn't work…or maybe even worse. The Gronckle was so close I could nearly feel the wind from its wings. My arm shot up, with grass in hand.

Suddenly there was no more flapping, but a small thud as if something had just landed. Had it landed? Opening my eyes and taking a deep breath I smiled. He had landed, and his eyes were big, as he too seemed to rather enjoy the smell of the grass in my hand.

Pressing my hand against his snout, I rubbed the scent of the grass over his nose. Hmmm…roll over? Lowering the grass at a downward angle, I watched as he pleasantly followed my hand. Hmmm….dragon training, takes on a whole new meaning.

The crowed was silent for a long moment before starting to cheer. The spotlight and praise felt good in comparison to not being good enough. Being the center of attention was something very new to me, and as much as it felt good, I couldn't help but think. If they had known I actually didn't hurt the Gronckle, they would be disappointed. Does I make me a liar to say I fight the dragon, when I just use what I learn from Toothless to trick it? Is it wrong to trick everyone with things like this? No, it couldn't possibly be wrong. After all, no one gets hurt. Not even the dragon has to suffer. It's a perfect plan

What could possibly go wrong…?