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The argument had moved into the great hall, and it wasn't looking good for Stoick's side.

"Well, he's a Roman!"

Storm suddenly stood still, as she had been pacing. Her scales turned a shade of red the color of fresh blood. Her eyes narrowed to mere slits. I noticed that, creepily, her pupils had disappeared and her eyes were glowing.

"And, what does that have to do with it?" her voice had turned deadly quiet, like the first trickles of dirt signifying an avalanche. Quiet, yet deadly. "He helped me. He freed dragons when I was distracted. His actions proved him in my eyes. So, why do you hang onto this prejudice?"

The Roman was looking decidedly uncomfortable. He was standing to one side leaning against a pillar, and I decided to get a closer look at him. As I was heading over, Stoick made his defeat known.

"All right. He can stay." The Roman looked up, surprised. He had been studying the flagstones.

"But I have a few conditions. First, he goes nowhere alone. Second, if he does anything wrong, I will blame you." He points at Storm. She nodded.

"That's it. Everyone dismissed."

The Roman noticed my walking toward him as he was walking out.

I shoved my snout into his face.

"wha!" he yelped, nearly falling over.

"That's Toothless," said Hiccup, walking over. "He seems to like you."

"'Like' me? He tried to shove me over! And what kind of name is 'Toothless'?"

"Long story. How do you like it? Berk, I mean."

"From the brief impression I gleaned from the transit from the cliffs to the hall, I think it's pretty cool. I like how you and the dragons are living in harmony. And, not to be rude, but how did you lose you foot and Toothless his tail?"

"If you ask them, it's another long story," said Storm from behind me. I jumped, and turned around to fix her in an accusing glare. She started laughing.

What?

What what?

What's making you laugh?

Your expression. It's hilarious. The way you frown- there you go again!

I turned around in mock disgust.

Then don't look at it. A playful growl was my only warning before she pounced. When the dust faded and the limbs separated, she had ended up sitting up on my chest.

Ta-da.

Ta-da what?

Remember the bet from yesterday?

Great. Choose your torture then.

Tickle.

What? Oh-

All logical thought was erased by her lightly running her claws along my ribs.

"Is she tickling him?"

"Looks like it."

Please stop! Please ha ha ha!

Alright. She got of my chest. Fun.

For you maybe.

"I didn't know dragons were ticklish!"

The dragon soared into the setting sun with a human on her back. I decided to follow them.

I heard something following us. I pretended not to notice, all the while keeping tabs on it's location.

"This is amazing!"

"What do you expect? I'm a dragon. Do you want to do some trick flying?"

"Sure!"

"Alright. Hold on!" I banked and shot towards the sea-stacks, spinning most of the way. Once in them, I started weaving between them, circling back toward Berk, trying to get the strange dragon to follow me. Once in sight, I executed a turn and grabbed it in my claws, lugging it the rest of the way. I pined it down on a beach, and when the dust cleared, I was stunned by what I saw.

It was a nightfury.

I knew it.

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