My Version of How to Train Your Dragon

A/N: Hey, Dragoniters! I am back with more My Version of HTTYD!

To TafaniG, I got your list. I LOVE your OCs! I just have one concern: their dragons. Those dragons are species not introduced in the series yet, except the Seashocker. If I use them, they'll have dragons that already have been introduced, if they must be unique species. We'll PM this discussion later if you want. Just let me know.

Now, here's Chapter 8! Roll it.

Chapter 8

Book of Dragons

The Misfit Trio entered the Great Hall, sopping wet to the bone. Gobber was doing a quick review of training.

"All right, where did Astrid go wrong in the ring today?" he asked.

Astrid answered that question. "I mistimed my somersault dive. It was sloppy. It threw off my reverse tumble." That was just like her, critizizing every move she made, probably even her own gait.

"Yeah, we noticed." said a sarcastic Ruffnut. Even the most dim-witted Vikings can see Astrid's perfectionist self.

"No, you were great. That was so 'Astrid'." Snotlout said, trying to make a move. The Misfit Trio rolled their eyes at his inability to take a hint.

"She's right." said Gobber, getting the review back on topic. "You have to be hard on yourself."

The Misfit Trio each took a plate with food and sat down at a separate table, and not because of the others not leaving them spots to sit.

"Where did Hiccup go wrong?" asked Gobber. The three friends gave him a harsh look for bringing them into the conversation.

"Uh, he showed up?" guessed Ruffnut.

"He didn't get blasted?" Tuffnut played on. The twins were shut up by a harsh glare from Ragnar.

"He's never where he should be." said Astrid, always sounding indifferent.

A knife suddenly whizzed through the air and got the blade stuck in the wooden beam nearest to Astrid's head. Everyone jumped back slightly and saw Cosette with her forearm extended from the throw, and with a murderous glare.

"Don't act like you know everything, Hofferson." She all but growled. "A quick thing about where you went wrong: you left the three of us to fend for ourselves." She continued, gesturing to Hiccup and Ragnar. "That shows unreliability in battle. Keep that in mind." Cosette finally sat down, still narrowing her eyes at Astrid, who was copying her glare.

Finally, Gobber decided to break the thick tension.

"Well then," he began, clearing his throat. "Now that that notice has been notified, we now must know what we'll be up against." Gobber then brushed away some empty plates and threw down an old leather-bound book with the Berk crest stamped into the cover.

"The Dragon Manual." announced Gobber. "Everything we know about every dragon we know."

A clap of thunder was then heard from outside the Great Hall. "No attacks tonight." said Gobber with a sigh of relief. He then got up to leave. "Take this time to study up."

"Wait." said Tuffnut, with an expression between confused and horrified. "You mean read?"

"While we're still alive?" complained Ruffnut.

"Why read when you could just kill the things the words tell you about?" asked Snotlout, being ever so dim-witted.

"Uh, so you don't get killed in the first 10 seconds of a fight, dumbbell?" joked Ragnar from the next table. Hiccup and Cosette both bit their tongues to keep from laughing.

Before Snotlout could retort back, Fishlegs piped in. "Oh, I read it like, seven times!" he said eagerly. "There's this water dragon that shoots boiling water at your face. And, there's this other dragon that buries itself-"

"Yeah, that sounds interesting." Tuffnut interrupted with a bored expression. "There was a chance I was going to read it."

"But, now..." Ruffnut continued.

"You guys read. I'll go kill stuff." said Snotlout. He got up to leave, the twins a few steps behind him. Fishlegs followed them, eager to share more.

Hiccup got up from his seat and approached Astrid. "So, I guess the four of us will share?" he asked.

"Read it." said Astrid indifferently, and got up to leave, not before seeing Cosette's burning gaze, threatening her to do that again.

"Oh, all ours then. Wow. Okay, so I guess I'll see you-" He was cut off by a door slam.

Ragnar heard Cosette nearly snarling through her teeth. "Relax. She did nothing bad." he said.

"Well, if Ms. High-and-Mighty does something like that again, I'll strangle her!" said Cosette, banging her fist on the table to prove her threat.

"Come on, guys." said Hiccup. "Let's study up."


A few minutes later, after the Great Hall cleared out, the Misfit Trio lit a couple of candles and set them on the table. Hiccup opened the Book of Dragons and began to read out loud.

"Dragon classifications. Strike Class. Fear Class. Mystery Class."

Ragnar turned a page and continued reading. The page showed a short dragon with a wide mouth filled with teeth.

"Thunderdrum. This reclusive dragon inhabits dark, secluded cave and tide pools. When startled, the Thunderdrum can produce a concussive sound that can kill a man at close range. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight."

Cosette turned a couple of pages and began her turn. This page showed a huge dragon with gigantic wings.

"Timberjack. This gigantic creature has razor-sharp wings that can slice through full-grown trees. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight."

Hiccup turned the page and saw the dragon that Fishlegs was talking about earlier. It was huge, with a long neck and huge stomach.

"Scauldron. Sprays scalding water at its victims. Extremely dangerous."

A clap of thunder and a flash of lighting made the Misfit Trio jump in their seats with a yelp. But, they soon relaxed and Ragnar continued reading.

"Changewing. Even newly hatched dragons can spray acid. Kill on sight." This dragon was long, with fangs sticking out of its jaw like a crocodile.

Cosette began skimming through the pages. "Gronckle. Zippleback. The Skrill. Boneknapper. Whispering Death."

Hiccup continued skimming. "Burns its victims. Buries its victims. Chokes its victims. Turns its victims inside out." That last one made the Misfit Trio shudder, each making a mental note to be sure to never cross paths with that dragon.

Ragnar joined in their skim. "Extremely dangerous. Extremely dangerous."

"Kill on sight. Kill on sight. Kill on sight." Cosette turned a few more pages until she stopped at an almost blank page. She and Ragnar held their breaths as Hiccup read it.

"Night Fury. Speed, unknown. Size, unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance: hide and pray one does not find you."

Hiccup got out his journal and opened it to his sketch of the Night Fury. As he placed it on top of the Book of Dragons, he turned to his friends. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

They nodded. "We need to see him again." said Ragnar.

"After training tomorrow, we'll head back there." Cosette said. The boys nodded their heads, agreeing.


Out at sea, a few ships filled with Vikings armed to the teeth floated across the ocean.

"I can almost smell them." said Stoick, masking his anxiousness. "They're close." He turned to look at the thick fog bank hiding the nest. "Take us in!" he ordered.

The boats turned to port side and into the fog bank. As all of them became shrouded in the mist, a fierce shriek pierced the air.


A/N: Whew! How's that for a cliffhanger? If that even is a cliffhanger. Oh, well.

I'm loving the reviews you guys are giving. I honestly thought that this story wasn't really worth it. But, you guys show that it is.

I'll try to post a new chapter every week. I'll let you guys know if any difficulties arise so you guys won't get angry and start throwing swords at the computer. Next chapter, we'll see someone finally explode, and it's not going to be pretty.

Well, I'll see you guys in Chapter 9!

Got to fly! ;)