Okay I totally agree. That last chapter almost completely followed the storyline. And that's bad. I want to make this story as far apart from the original as possible, so I'm gonna put a bit of a little bit of play-time with Hiccup's powers for both the beginning and end of the Test Drive part. Hope you all enjoy!PERCY JACKSON QUOTE! FIND IT!

The next day, I go straight for the cove, with Toothless's saddle in my hands. But, I also have the leather gloves on. Just in case. Today, we have our first real flight. We'll start with some basic maneuvers, then move on to the more complicated stuff. I finally reach the cove, and I spot Toothless lying near the pond for a nap. I get down near the water, and he gets up.

"You ready bud?" I ask. He lets out a coo, and I take that as a yes. After I get his saddle on, and some accidentally burned fish, we're ready to go.

Toothless looks at me, then at the gloves. "What?" I ask. Toothless nudges my hand, then rips off the glove and runs away.

"Toothless!" I yell, and chase after him. He looks back at me, and warbles with my glove still in his mouth. After about an hour, I drop onto the ground, exhausted. Toothless walks over to me, and drops my saliva coated glove into my lap.

"Ew." I say, and pick up the glove. Thinking that gloves were useless now, I take the other glove off. Toothless nudges my hand, and I get what he's saying. I open my palm, and concentrate on my powers. Toothless coos, and a picture of him crosses my mind. I open my eyes, but instead of the usual ball-of-fire, it's a fiery image of Toothless. I think of me and Toothless soaring over the ocean, with no worries whatsoever. The image changes, this time depicting Toothless flying with me on his back. Huh. That's cool.

I mount Toothless, and he looks back at me. "Ready?" I ask. He nods his head warbles, and we take off into the air.

. . .

The feeling of flying is indescribable. It's amazing, thrilling, scary, and so many other feelings I can't name all in one. But it was the most amazing thing I have ever felt. The sound of Toothless's wings pounding against the air, the tensing of his muscles against mine. It's thrilling.

I look back at the tail fin, and give a silent prayer to the gods. "Okay, let's go." I turn back to the front, and we go into a dive. As we pull up before we hit the ocean, we pass under a very tall sea stack, and I look up to see a flock of birds flying just under the stack.

I look back at Berk, and want so much to just say goodbye forever, and leave this reached place. But they're family. And if there's one thing I learned, it's that you don't give up on family. No matter how bad they are, or how bad they shun you. You don't give up on them.

In my thinking, Toothless crashes into the side of a sea stack, and growls back at me. "Sorry! My fault!" I call, but we crash into another stack. "My bad!" He smacks me with his earflap in an sorry-doesn't-cut-it mood. "I'm on it!" I say, and look down at my cheat sheet. "Position four, no three." I adjust my left foot, and we shoot upwards. I smile as I feel the bitter-cold wind against my face, something I never thought I would feel.

"Ah this is amazing." I say. "The wind in my-" My cheat sheet appears in front of my face, and I make desperate grab for it. "Cheat sheet, STOP!" I hear a small clink as the hook on Toothless's saddle comes loose, and we go into a free fall. I manage to grab my cheat sheet, and try to get back onto Toothless's back. Which was hard, considering he was twisting non stop. "You gotta kinda angle yourself, bud." I yell, and then get smacked in the face with his tail. "OW!"

Toothless finally calms himself down enough to stop twirling, and I maneuvered myself onto his back. We neared the group of many sea stacks, which was still shrouded in the morning mist. I pull up, and Toothless throws out his wings, which only slows the fall, but can't seem to get out of the descent.

I try to look at my cheat sheet, which is billowing in the wind, so I can;t anything on it. I let go of the cheat sheet, my whole body screaming at me to get the cheat sheet, but I only listen to the one, small part saying, you know this. You can do this.

I click the stirrup, and we come out of the descent, almost breaking the sound barrier. Ignoring my instincts telling me to stop and panic, I go along with Toothless, moving as one. It was as if we knew what the other was thinking, knew exactly what the other was going to do. It was amazing.

I knew all the positions, moving as if I had known them my whole life. Position 3, 5, 1, 6, every single one. We twisted, turned, looped, and then we broke through the fog, and into daylight. I threw my hands into the air, and whooped with joy. "YES!" Toothless, in his own happiness, blew a fireball, and it exploded into a loop in front of us. Some people would moan, but I was glad for the fire. It strengthened me. So I went towards the fire, arms outstretched, and enjoyed the warmth around me.

. . .

Later that day, Toothless barfs up some fish for me. Gross. "Uh, no thanks." I say. "I'm, I'm good." Toothless suddenly growls, and moves his fish towards himself more. I look forwards, and see a flock of terrors coming towards us. They land, and come straight towards us. Not exactly in a threatening way, just in a curious way. One goes towards Toothless, and he growls even more. Two of them try to go head on, but he easily gets them away. Suddenly a fish comes straight out of his pile, sticking up like a flag. It goes towards the edge of the pile, and I see a terror dragging it out. Toothless makes a mad grab for the fish, catches it by the tail, and swallows it in one gulp. The terror snorts as Toothless warbles, and stomps its foot. It prepares to fire at Toothless, but he blows a small blast into the terror's mouth, and it crashes back down.

I laugh. "Not so fireproof on the inside, are you little guy?" I pick up a fish and toss it towards the beat terror. It looks very grateful as it picks it up and swallows it whole. It takes a tentative step towards me, then comes the rest of the way and lies down next to me. I put a hand on the terror's back, and gently stroke it. "Everything we know about you guys, is wrong." I say.

. . .

A few hours later, I'm at my desk in the forge, messing with a pencil. I think about how those terrors acted today with me. They weren't dangerous at all. They were just hungry, and they had found us with food. The one wasn't even afraid of me, just a little cautious. Maybe living with dragons in peace was possible, just maybe.

There's a loud crash at the entrance, and i look over to see my dad shoving his way in. I stand bolt upright and shove back my drawing of Toothless. "Dad, uh, hi!" I say. "Uh, Gobber isn't here right now, so-"

"I was looking for you." he says, and my heart stops for a few moments.

Uh oh.

"You were?" I say, ignoring the screaming voice in head saying RUN!

"You've been keeping secrets." He says.

RUN!

I thought about when Astrid had come to 'visit' me in the forge, and had seen me at the hearth and lit it. She must've told him about it! Are they gonna kill me? Blood eagle me?! "I have?"

"Just how long did you think you could keep it from me?" He continued, and it came spilling out.

"Dad I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you but I just didn't know how-"

He started to laugh, and I looked at him quizzically. "You're not upset?" I asked.

"I've been hoping for this!" He yells, and I give him a look. "You were?" I ask. Why would you hope I had fire running through body and that I befriended a night fury?

"Just wait till you mount your first gronkle head on a spear. And spill a nader's guts for the first time!" he booms. "Of all those years of the worst viking Berk has ever seen." He says. "Odin, it was rough, I almost gave up on you, but we made it."

He pulls up a chair and sits down. And awkward silence falls between us, neither sure what to say. But it's only a few seconds before he lifts a finger and pulls out a small silver helmet with curved ram's horns. He gives it to me, and I take it from him with a surprised gasp.

"For you." He says. "Your mother would want you to have it."

"Thanks." I say, still examining it.

"It's half her breast plate."

I pull away from the helmet, and wipe my hand on my tunic.

Ew.

He taps his own helmet. "Matching set." He says. "Keeps her close, you know?"

"Uh, yeah." I agree, and set down the helmet. It's a few seconds before I give a fake yawn. "I should be getting to bed. Big day tomorrow." I say, and he stands up.

"Of course. Uh, I'll see you there." He says, and heads out the door, crashing into stuff along the way.

I sit back down, and call up the flame. I picture the village living in harmony with the dragons, riding, training, and caring for them. The flame comes to life, and a small model of the village forms in the fire. There are dragons flying around the village, perched on the roofs of houses, and some even have vikings on their backs.

I close my hand, and the image sputters out, just like my dream of the village living in peace with dragons.

Yeah I'm not very proud of that chapter. But the next will be better! Don't know when I will have it out though. HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND PLEASE REVIEW!