RECAP: Morgan's found a friend in the form of Fishlegs; a large viking with a personality that he can relate to. They've both strived to go on big adventures in hopes of getting Morgan's horrid experience so far on Berk out of his mind. They've just gone for a ride on Meatlug and so far, it's turning out to be plenty exciting.
The three friends; Meatlug, Fishlegs and Morgan, were all heading off for a regular fly in the air, but where they'd go was unknown. They reached an altitude to the point that the clouds were flinging into their eyeballs. It was the most enjoyable ride Morgan had experienced so far, and the foundation of that is because he finally feels like he's with a dragon and a viking who like him. It was a wonderful feeling. Although Morgan never rated Meatlug, it was at this point that he grew a liking for the dragon.
"What dragon are you training?" Fishlegs asked, having to yell due to the wings being incredibly loud and as a result, getting in the way of his voice.
"Training?" Morgan said, quite puzzled.
"Oh yeah, I think one of the dragons would really like to be with you" the chubby viking replied.
Morgan shrugged, because that aspect of his life here didn't dawn onto him until now.
"Well uh, I don't really think about that" he said.
The yelling of both their voices made their throats hurt. If Meatlug's wings weren't as loud as they are then it wouldn't be a problem. They kept the conversation short and simple until they reached land. Morgan added a final sequence to his response to Fishlegs.
"We'll see, I'm still finding my ground here man" Morgan said, unintentionally using a pun.
Morgan's mouth suddenly raised upwards in a smile after realising what he just said. He couldn't hold it in, and began laughing as quietly as possible. Fishlegs managed to hear it despite the wings.
"What's funny? I like laughing" Fishlegs said, turning his head briefly to Morgan before turning back to his direction.
"It's too complicated" Morgan said.
Fishlegs was determined to get to the bottom of it, because he loved laughing at funny things and would do anything to trigger that part of his emotions.
***ABOUT 30 MINUTES PASS WHILST THEY'RE IN THE AIR***
The atmosphere became foggy around them as Meatlug flew lower and lower. It seemed like the fog was never ending, because they were 2 minutes into it, and to say it wasn't thick would be a big lie. The tone became less lighter than it did when they first took off, and it was most likely still in the day. Suddenly, the fog disbanded as they flew further in, and a magnificent sighting unfolded before the trio; a large, cone shaped mountain with a dark sky around it. Fishlegs and Morgan looked up in shock, with their mouths wide open in the shape of a circle. Morgan in particular recognised this place, but Fishlegs was the one with the most knowledge. The dock came into view once the fog was entirely out of their eyes, and Meatlug gradually decreased her altitude. They finally landed onto ground, and Fishlegs and Morgan carefully departed off of the back of the Gronckle. From there, they studied the gigantic cone shaped mountain they came across.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Morgan said, scratching his head. "But isn't this where that erm...big king or whatever dragon resided? you know, the one where like..it erm...dominated I guess, the dragons?" he struggled.
The trio began walking slowly up to the mountain.
"Yah, this is where that Red Death met it's fate, and boy, just imagine how different things would be today if it wasn't for Toothless and Hiccup" Fishlegs said.
"I mean...it wasn't just them though was it? you had other people on their dragons as well." Morgan insisted.
"Toothless killed it though, the others just helped in a way" Fishlegs subsequently said.
Morgan didn't like the praise that was being given to Toothless, but he let it pass. You know, it was a cliche that everyone praised Hiccup's dragon, with him being the Alpha of the lot and Hiccup being the chief of Berk, but to Morgan it seemed like nobody was thinking about themselves and their contributions. Astrid nearly got sucked in and it helped Toothless to get the first shot at the Red Death, so it wasn't entirely their doing.
"But yeah, when we were flying," Fishlegs said, as Meatlug walked in between the two, "you were laughing, why so?"
Morgan tried to come up with an explanation that would 1. Be as less complex as possible and 2. Make sense to somebody who doesn't know of the slang used in his old life.
"Okay, so.." Morgan said.
They continued walking to the opposite direction of the docks on the island where the Red Death used to live.
"You know how we use words like uh...take Meatlug for example," Meatlug turned to Morgan. "Her name has Meat in it, and it's spelt with M, E, A, T, ain't it?"
Fishlegs nodded at his Morgan's question.
"So Meat, as in meat that you eat. Now when we've come across somebody we've never seen before, that's called meeting or meet. In that case, it's spelt with M, E, E, T. So I could say something like, whilst at dinner or something, we could meat as i up with somebody. It's a funny concept. Do you get it?" Morgan said, out of breath.
"Basically, they sound alike, but we can use them to have different meanings." he added.
Fishlegs looked quite confused, but the last summary kind of helped him.
"So.. uh..." Fishlegs said.
"WAIT WAIT" Morgan said, interrupting. He had the most creative brainstorm he's ever had before.
"You know how Hiccup only has one leg now? Maybe one day when we get back to Berk, I could say to him, Hey, I'm going to LEG it now because I've had enough, because it's a play on his one leg" This time, Fishlegs started to smile, realising what Morgan just said.
"That is genius, Morgan" Fishlegs said, still smiling at the pun that jokes on Hiccup's leg. "Hiccup is gonna love this when we get back!"
Morgan's laughable mood turned from a funny feeling into a hard, apprehensive feeling.
"You don't HAVE to tell him, he might not like it..uh.." Morgan said, trying to persuade Fishlegs not to say a word.
"I guess, but why wouldn't he?" the large viking asked.
"Just don't" Morgan said.
"Can I let you in on a secret?" Morgan said, trying to steer away from the previous topic.
The trio stopped once they got in front of the mountain and proceeded to turn to the opposite direction of where they were walking.
"I honestly wanted to train Toothless or Hookfang" he said.
Fishlegs shrugged, giving an expression that you'd usually get when something sounds too tough for somebody to accomplish.
"Hookfang er, has Snotlout, and Toothless has Hiccup. How can you?" he asked.
"Yeah but like, they're just too cute" Morgan replied.
Fishlegs looked at Meatlug and cleared his throat.
"Oh and Meatlug too, Meatlug too" Morgan insisted.
"Well I dunno, it's a long shot, but maybe if you give them an affection towards you maybe? I don't know. Me and Meatlug had an odd start, so I can't really talk. I think we're outta our league out here, why don't we head back now?"
Morgan agreed, but he had a fraction of curiosity in his brain about the 'odd' start that Fishlegs mentioned. Meatlug stepped infront of Morgan and Fishlegs and both carefully climbed onto her. As she prepared to take off, Morgan looked up into the sky above and saw what looked like a numerous amount of dragon figures. He tapped Fishleg's big thick shoulder.
"Do you see that?" he said, pointing up at the sky.
Fishlegs looked up, becoming as surprised as Morgan.
"Wow, they're still here?" Fishlegs questioned. "I think we best get off here as fast as possible then" he insisted.
It looked like their eyes were deceiving them, but a figure was being outlined within the fog in front of Meatlug. It got closer and closer; almost as if it was a statue sliding amongst the ground. Colour was emerging and the face was slowly emerging; what stumbled upon the trio shocked them. This was not a particularly ideal situation to be in, especially on the island where the Red Death once lived, but Meatlug for some reason didn't take off. She had her interest on whatever it was. Long hair outlines made themselves visible, and a helmet with spikes coming out of either side were also emerging.
"Didn't expect me, huh?" the figure said.
A loud thud clattered on the ground right behind Meatlug. Morgan turned his head around and saw Barf and Belch, as did Fishlegs.
"I said I wanted to visit, so uh, I did, aha" The figure said.
He finally walked out into the open and it was none other than Tuffnut Thorston.
"W-What are you doing here?" Morgan said, finding Tuffnut unpredictable in a scary fashion after what happened back on Berk.
"Just a nice old visit, ha" Tuffnut said.
Fishlegs got off of Meatlug and walked over to Tuffnut, happy to see the viking. Morgan felt the opposite, and got off of the dragon, only to stay near her for safety.
"Hiya!" Fishlegs said.
Tuffnut dropped to his knee as Fishlegs got close enough to him, and this was reminiscent of the situation that occured back on Berk; the arm connected into the Groin, which sent Fishlegs crashing to the floor and crying in pain. Meatlug growled and kept besides Morgan, but Barf and Belch were clearly the bigger threat to Meatlug than she was to them.
"Did you really think I'd let this all pass on?" Tuffnut said, stepping over Fishleg's fallen body over to Meatlug and Morgan.
Morgan was panicking and held onto Meatlug, he had nowhere to run, and Tuffnut was clearly the hostile at this point. His body was flaming up, like a flint and steel was in side his body which ignited the flames in his guts and bones, he was that afraid. Meatlug kept her ground, sensing that Tuffnut is here to do the opposite of good.
"It didn't have to be this way..." Tuffnut said.
Tuffnut Thorston's plan was essentially unveiled to Meatlug and Morgan and Fishlegs (somewhat). He doesn't like coming across as Weak, and after he got humiliated by Morgan at the Great Hall, retaliation is the door he want's to unlock on Morgan. With practically nobody on his side, how is he going to escape this situation? he's stranded on Red Death's island which STILL contains various dragons. Toothless and the other Berk Dragons falsely put their interest on Morgan, except for Meatlug, who'd come to like ANYBODY. Is Tuffnut truly turning to the dark side?