Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. All credits go to Dreamworks.

Warning: Ratings will go up in future chapters. Up as in steamy and more.

"Welcome to Dragon Training."

The doors into the arena sway opened. Hanna, Vipermei, Heather and Brant were leaning coolly against the wall with their dragons standing powerfully alongside them.

The young warriors of Berk walked in. The arena held a different atmosphere, new lessons and experiences to be learnt.

Alaric breathed in and out. He took the opportunity determinedly and focused on it. "No turning back."

"Let's do this!" Snotlout cried.

His fellow Vikings, apart from Alaric, cheered.

"Remember, you're not gonna learn dragon slaying." Brant reminded, noting the Vikingish looks on their faces.

"Are we still able to get scars?" Tuffnut

"If you don't use the proper method, then yes." Heather answered.

"Awesome!"

"Ok, guys," Hanna announced, stepping forward. "I am not letting any of you guys ride any dragons until you know how to properly approach one!" She walked across them like a coronel addressing his soldiers. Alaric listened to her every word. "You are the example of the new age. The next generation of Vikings."

She walked back to her friend and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. With a smirk, she nodded to her friends. They smirked right back.

Their smirks were so wicked they scared the warriors of Berk.

"Lesson 1: how to approach a dragon."

The dragons started slowly moved towards the Vikings, as predators stalking the prey.

"Uh…Hanna, Mei?" Snotlout backed away along with his friends, scared of the stalking Dragons. "Aren't you gonna teach us first?"

"In the wise words of our teacher," Hanna smirked, and then performed a convincing accent. "I believe in learning on the job!"

"Attack!" Vipermei shouted.

The dragons pounced.

The young Vikings screamed and scattered in the matter of scared chickens. The dragons chased them in and around the arena, having fun in teasing them.

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" Snotlout yelled with Zhou on his tail.

"Thank you!" Vipermei replied.

"Alright, what is the first you do when facing a dragon as a Viking?" Hanna questioned.

"Make sure you have a weapon!" Alaric answered immediately, agilely dodging Sea-King.

"Good! But as a rider, you do the opposite, which is…"

"Drop your weapons!" Gustav cried, abruptly dropped his oversized axe and shield.

Suddenly he went rigid as he faced the deadliest of all dragons.

The Night Fury.

"Gustav, stay calm." Hanna instructed. "Hold out your hand, palm out and wait for him to come to you."

Gustav whimpered but nonetheless, he held out his shaking hand and waited for whatever comes next. He tried to be brave but he couldn't help the fear, especially with the twins cheering for Toothless to eat him.

He waited for the teeth.

His eyes flew open when he felt, not sharp teeth piercing his hand, but warm scales vibrating under his cold, sweaty skin. He looked, surprised to find Toothless's forehead nuzzling his palm. With this view, Gustav started to laugh.

"Ha! That's easy." Snotlout bragged. But when he not-so-gently slapped his hand on Loptr, the Changewing growled and spited acid at the burly Viking, making him scream.

"Next!" Vipermei cried with a laugh dancing in her voice.

Brant threw three buckets of fish to the learning Vikings.

"Lesson 2: how to feed a dragon."

Gustav quickly scooped up two and carefully walked toward Toothless, feeling more confident. The Night Fury ate the fish from Gustav with no problem.

Fishlegs offered a whole bucket in surrender to Zhou and fainted once the Boneknapper ate everything.

Meanwhile, Snotlout selfishly gorged himself with salmon instead of offering it.

"Snotlout, that's for the dragons!" Alaric scolded.

"So what?" Snotlout mocked with his mouth disgustedly full with fish. "It's only a-" Then he stopped, suddenly gasping as some of the salmon got stuck in his throat. He held his neck and gestured desperately for Alaric to help him. The blonde smirked in amusement before swinging his fist into Snotlout's stomach, the powerful punch forcing the blocking fish bits out of his mouth. "…few!"

"That was hilarious! Do it again!" Vipermei crackled.

Twins dug through the same bucket before pulling out a black and yellow striped eel together and offered it to Loptr and Sea-King.

However, the Changewing and Scauldon, along with every other dragon within the arena, roared in fear and ran to the other side of the arena, cowering scared which confused the Vikings and alarmed the Riders.

"Gimme that!" Hanna snatched the slimy eel from the twins and handed it to Heather. "Get this to Torch."

"On it." Heather nodded and ran out fast.

"Dragons are scared of eels?" Ruffnut gasped.

"You heard of Eel Pox, right? Well, eels with its poisonous blood does the same thing to dragons, only with more dangerous effects. Apart from Typhoomerangs, they eat eel to regain their fire and is among the few species that have that immunity."

"Wow, fascinating…" Fishlegs breathed. "We gotta put this in the Book of Dragons."

Then Brant carried in and dropped a heavy wooden chest.

"And finally…"

Hanna knelt and opened the chest filled with…

"Terrible Terrors? That's your final lesson?" Snotlout accused.

"Terrible Terrors are as compact as cats. They'll do as your first assignment before you tackle the big boys." The beautiful woman explained. Her light-green Terrible Terror, Sharpshot, sat on her shoulder.

"What's wrong, Snotlout, still scared of dragons?" Fishlegs teased.

"No!" Snotlout hotly defended. "My dragon gonna run your dragon down!"

"After your performance today, I don't think that's likely."

"Why you smart ass-!"

"Guys, this is not a competition!" Hanna shouted.

"Oh au contraire, young lady, they say 'competition is the essence of life'." Tuffnut said unusually wisely.

"Really?" Hanna dismissed.

"He's got a point. It brings excitement to our lives." Gustav said.

"Seriously?"

"Don't bother arguing with them, Hanna, just give them their Terrors." Brant advised.

"Whatever, just remember what I taught you and raise these dragons until I decide when you can ride dragons bigger than you."

Snotlout pumped his fists. "Alright! You better strap on your helmets cause this guy right here…" He reached down to grab a mini-dragon. "…is bringing on the pain!" But then a purple Terrible Terror chomped down on his arm before he could grab one. "OOWWW!"

"Awe, he likes you." Vipermei mocked.

"Guess I'll take this one." He said, wincing in pain, eyes watering. "Bring the pain!"

One by one, the Terrible Terrors were picked. Alaric chose an aqua-green one, Fishlegs took an orange one, the twins had taken two yellow ones and Gustav picked a blue one.

"Can I keep him? Like for real?" Gustav begged as his dragon licked his face and lovingly nuzzled him.

Hanna shrugged, smiling. "Why not?"

Later on, Hanna took a walk down memory lane through the woods. The thick forest was her special place, her secret world. It was where she played by herself, where she goes to vent her frustrations, where first met Toothless, where she nursed him back to full health and fixed his wing.

As much she loved it so much, she had to leave.

Toothless followed her as she cut through the village.

The Village filled with Vikings and Dragons.

She smiled, passing Bucket and Mulch carrying fish with the help of their shared Zippleback, Gobber yelling at a very lazy Hotburple he named Grump, and her father yelling out orders with the help of his dragons.

Without noticing it, she passed Alaric, who focused all of his attention on her.

She decided to fly on Toothless since the old woman's hut was perched up high and over a cliff. Gothi had adopted not one but a whole flock of Terrible Terrors! She petted whatever one she could get her hands on lovingly.

"Hi, Hanna." Kerstin greeted with a dark-green Terrible Terror on her shoulder.

Gothi's apprentice was a nice girl, kinda shy and had a mystical air to her. Her rich red hair was in long and loosely braided pigtails and her common blue eyes were almost curtained by square bangs like Alaric used to have. She had worn a brown tunic with long wide sleeves and a hood, a red leather belt around her waist, cream armwarmers on her arms, navy leggings, and cream furred boots.

"Hey, there." Hanna got off her dragon and leaned in to Kerstin's small one. "Who's this little guy?"

Kerstin stroked her dark-green Terrible Terror and got a nuzzle in return. "This is Ratatoskr." (after the legendary squirrel who runs up and down the world tree Yggdrasil to carry messages between the Veðrfölnir, the hawk)

"Gothi wanted to see me?"

"Yeah."

Gothi gently shook her dragons off, picked up her staff and wrote on the floor. Kerstin looked over Gothi's shoulder, waiting to interpret the runes. At least Gobber wasn't there to mess up on his translation and get smacked with Gothi's staff though it was entertaining.

"She says…" Kerstin started translating.

Hanna waited.

"…You have a great destiny ahead of you."

What?

"Has she been eating Gobber's Yak Noodle Stew again?"

"Yes she has and it was delicious, according to her. She says you still have more growing up to do."

"I'm already grown up."

"She doesn't think so. She says you're still a girl. Your unwillingness to accept your past, your anger, your pain, your sadness, they're all the reason you've been unable to learn Dragonese."

How did she know that?

Because she was Gothi.

"But I'm teaching everyone on this cursed island how to live in peace with dragons! Isn't that enough?"

"She says no."

"I think I like it better when Gobber's here to mistranslate."

"Hanna, Gothi states it's the next step to completing your journey. Face your fears and fly."

Face her fears and fly?

Hanna pondered over Gothi's words of wisdom, walking around in her forest.

She wasn't that little girl anymore. She can't go back to that girl. She can't be weak, helpless, vulnerable again.

What was there to face?

She faced Dagur, her father, Mildew, old bullies and crush…

"Hanna."

Speaking of her old crush…

Alaric was standing among the trees, looking at her. She froze on the spot.

"Alaric."

"Well, um…" Alaric stumbled out (since when does Alaric Hofferson stumbled over his words?), and then opened his arms anxiously. "What do you think?"

"Um…What do I think of what exactly?"

"My dragon's stealth skills."

"I don't see him anywhere."

"Not everywhere." Alaric grinned, pointing up at her.

She glanced up and saw his aqua-green Terrible Terror on her head, without her even noticing him.

"Wow…he's good." She took her eyes off the dragon for one minute to glance at Alaric and when she glanced back, the Terrible Terror was gone.

And currently on Toothless's head.

"Really good."

"Sneaky." Alaric called and the named dragon flew into his arms.

"Not even a day and you've already trained him."

"Yeah, turns out these guys are nicer when we're not trying to kill them."

"How are the others?"

"Snotlout named his's Pain because it kept biting him. Took Gobber a whole afternoon to pry Pain off his left leg. Fishlegs called his's Iggy and taught it to fetch anything. The twins named theirs Butt and Head and all they do is fly into each other. Gustav called his's Licker, because, well, its keeps licking him."

Hanna chortled at that.

"Look, Hanna," Alaric blushed (BLUSHED!), rubbing the back of his head. "I, uh, I…I just wanted to say congratulations on ending the war between dragons and Vikings. Everything."

She shrugged her bare shoulders. "It's not officially over. Some people are still stubborn." And I'm apparently one of them.

She looked at him, noticing his scars from the night he and the other youngsters found her. The ones that didn't look like they were made from weapons. "I gotta ask you, how did you get the scars on your face?"

He touched his cheek as if he was caught red-handed and flushed in embarrassment. "I got them from…wrestling with dragons in an effort to ride them. You said you'll marry, or at least, give me a chance if I tame a dragon, ride it and not kill it. Hanna, I really want you to give me a chance. I have feelings for you ever since we were kids. I thought I haven't been the best of suitors and I'm not the best of expressing my feelings, but I only wanted to be the best for you. To be strong, fully capable of protecting you. I only want to be chief if it means I have you by my side."

At first, she had nothing to say to that. She knew he was persistent in making her his wife. She knew she had a crush on him growing up. But she never knew how deep his feelings for her were. He didn't have lust for, even though he didn't say he love her. But by the sound of it, it sounded like he had a crush on her just as much as she did.

"Well…"

She wasn't sure want to make of her romantic feelings for him. But she did admire his determination and the new gentle approach he took towards her. Maybe he deserves some slack…

"If you're that persistent for me…" She walked over to him until she was touching noses on her tippy toes. Alaric's breath hitched. He blushed once again. "I guess I should give you some slack."

Then she swiftly pulled away, smirking. "Follow me."

He watched her waltz off with a suggestive sway of her hips, a grin widening. He followed her over to Toothless but the look on the black dragon's face clearly said: no way in Hel I want that murderous bully on me!

"Come on, buddy. We're only giving him a flight." Hanna said, getting onto the saddle.

Alaric gingerly hoisted himself up and behind her. He didn't grab hold of anything. He hands waved over Hanna's lower half, unsure to touch or not. He wanted to touch her so much but he also wanted to be a gentleman, which is hard for a Viking.

Hanna, oblivious to his dilemma, patted her dragon. "Toothless, fly. Gently," On instant, Toothless opened his wings and crouched low, ready to take off. Pleased with herself, she turned to the boy behind her smiling. "See? Nothing to worry about."

She didn't notice that the Night Fury had a look of mischief to him.

Without warning and not one bit gently, Toothless shot up to the sky fast like lightning, causing Hanna to yell out in surprise and Alaric to scream in terror. He threw manners into the wind and grabbed onto Hanna.

"WHOA! Toothless, what is wrong with you? Bad dragon!" Hanna shouted. Just as Toothless decided to fly more steadily, she turned around with a nervous grin. Meanwhile, Toothless leaned dangerously right. "Sorry, he's not usually like this. Well, he does an attitude- oh no."

It was that moment where she noticed her naughty dragon decided to dive.

Alaric screamed again as Toothless dived straight down into the ocean. He dived through the waves and skipped along the water.

"Toothless, what are you doing? We need him to like you! I get it you don't like him but is the joy ride ready necessary? Have you been taking tips from Vipermei?"

Toothless flew high up again and started spinning. "And now he's spinning. Thanks for nothing, you useless reptile!"

Alaric hugged Hanna more desperately, burying his face in her back, absolutely terrified.

"Alright buddy, I think you scared him enough."

Toothless smirked in sweet satisfaction and opened his wings, causing the dragon to hover gently.

Alaric peeped once he felt the spinning stop. Realizing the joyride was finally over, he opened his eyes. And he met with a beautiful sight. They were gliding through the clouds at an unimaginable height that no known man had ever achieved of reaching The sun was setting, the sky changing from bright blue to warm mixtures of pink and orange.

With childlike wonder, he ran his hand through the flying fluff. He never felt so calm, so at peace, a sensation unknown to his kind. He stretched his arms above his head and leaned back.

The warmth turned to cold as night came but that didn't stop the flight. They had the dreamlike chance to fly across the Aurora Borealis.

Alaric gasped as they flew over Berk, the height making it an unbelievable sight. He glanced to Hanna, smiling softly. He went and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling against her with his chin on her shoulder. She blushed at the action and that she didn't expect such a gesture from him.

He sighed blissfully. "Alright, I'll admit it. It's…amazing." He patted Toothless as far as he could reach the head. "He's amazing."

"See? they're not so bad after all." Hanna said. Then she smirked. "Check this out."

And the romance died the moment Hanna fell off her dragon

"HANNA!"

Before she crash-landed, she opened her wings and hovered in the air, just below Toothless and Alaric.

"Imagine what we could do on the backs of dragons!"

"I prefer it with you back on your dragon!"

She laughed, she dipped and twirled and flew and landed perfectly on her foot/metal leg, back where they started. Toothless landed down just after her.

"That was fun, wasn't it?"

Her grin faltered as she saw Alaric approach her, his usual hard façade replaced with a soft gaze.

Just as she thought he was going to blush and stammer again, his fist came flying and punched her on the arm.

"Ow! What the Hel?"

"That's for leaving."

Then he punched her other arm.

"Ow!"

She rubbed both arms and glared at him.

"That's for driving me crazy."

Then he poked her forehead.

"Ow!"

"That's for scaring me."

She pouted at him for the pain he caused. For a guy who wanted her, he sure-

Then he grabbed her shoulder, pulled her in and kissed her cheek. She froze in shock. The kiss was chaste, sweet, gentle, totally un-Vikingish.

Now he was blushing.

"That's…for everything else." He said before walking away, leaving her alone in her state.

She touched her cheek, a smile slowly forming. "Wow."

Toothless came up behind her, looking at her teasingly.

Hanna jumped, her face burning red. "Wha-wha are you looking at?"