Ok, I'll admit it. I haven't updated in forever. But I have soooo many reasons why! First, my computer fried on me. And so I decided not to update until I have my hard drive re installed into my new computer, with all my work, pictures, and life practically. But it's been awhile, and I just found my copy of HTTYD. (Yes, illegal, don't patronize… I'm obviously getting it on DVD and on my iPod when I can.) It just gave me an idea from the movie, it's short, but funny. Plus I have had new obsessions (South Park and Kids Next Door) that I have been occupied with. BUT. HTTYD can never ever be replaced. Ever. So, enjoy this one and please review, cuz I miss you people! ;)

31. Dude

This definetely wasn't like what his parents did when they were trying to help him with dragon fighting. If he wasn't fast enough he wasn't going to be spotched with a rotten potato or two, he was going to be fried. Maybe that's what made it easier to concentrate and use all that muscle people believed was 'nothing but chubbiness'. Rational thought was all that he could hold onto as he flinched, instinctively bringing his shield to his face. The impact made him fall back a step, and the shield shed easily from his hand. So there he was, in the open, completely vulnerablie to the Gronckle let loose.

"Fishlegs, out!" Gobber called, anouncing to everyone that one more had been picked from the herd. Tremoring with fear, all rational thought was instantly gone, and he did the one thing that came to his mind.

He ran, screaming.

To the shelter of a small corner, he watched as one by one, each was hit and disqualified from their first session of dragon training. Snotlout was right after him, way to preoccupied with the thoughts that were Astrid to really care that he wasn't last to go or to fight the dragon hand to claw like he swore he would. Fishlegs smirked. Typical Snotlout.

Next was Astrid and Hiccup. He noticed how pretty much every boy fell victim to Astrid, and how hard it was for them to concentrate. Luckily, Fishlegs wasn't one of them, he didn't exactly care for girls. But if he had to choose.. Well. Fishlegs didn't exactly want to say. A bit of a dirty little secret. Sadly, Hiccup fell for Astrid, hard. He could see it in his eyes during dragon training, how he admired her. He hardly saw when he was hit, his shield literally flung out of his hand when his weak arms couldn't handle it.

But Hiccup was Hiccup. He was nervous, afraid, and needed his shield to get to safety. Fishlegs eyes widened. He had read the dragon manual seven times. The glint the Gronckles eyes held made him aware of one detail he read about all dragons.

Dragons will always look for a weak spot, an oppurtunity to strike. They will always go for the kill.

Seemed like Hiccup was the kill. Behind the stumbling Viking the dragon quickly following him on his trail. Hiccup was asking for it, running directly for a dead end wall he could be targeted at. In a matter of a few seconds the chase was over, the beast glaring at the punk Viking, hovering a few feet above ground, with Hiccup pressed against the cold stone, obviously expecting imminent doom. Fishlegs closed his eyes. He couldn't watch…

A blast was heard, followed by growls of resistance and whining.

"That's six. Go back to bed ye over grown sausage!" Fishlegs peeked slightly, letting go of his breath to see that Hiccup was ok. He walked over to the others, tired and worn. Next to him Snotlout bent over in exhaustion, just as the rest were. He followed suit, putting an arm on Snotlout's for support. Afterall, he was bigger and taller. But, Snotlout was way tougher. Immediately the blunt Viking jerked up, removing Fishlegs' arm from his back, giving him an incredulous look.

"Dude." Snotlout breathed, annoyed. Fishlegs shrugged, looking down at his feet.