A Flight around the Island:

A group of burnt, highly damaged ships arrived at the dock the next morning. Gobber awaited Stoick, looking angry, aggrivated and disappointed in himself.

"Well, I trust you found the nest at least?" Gobber asked hoping for some luck.

"Not even close," Stoick lamented.

"Ah. Excellent," Gobber replied sarcastically as he offered to take Stoick's sack.

"I hope you had a little more success than me," Stoick hoped.

"Well, if by success, you mean that your parenting troubles are over with, then... yes," Gobber surprised him.

"What?" Stoick asked shocked, feeling surprised that this was about Hester.

"Congratulations, Stoick!" Phlegma exclaimed as she ran up to him with Starkard, Hoark the Haggard and Ack. "Everyone is so relieved,"

"Out with the old and in with the new, right?!" Starkard asked excitedly as he jumping around for joy.

"She is so spectacular!" Ack shouted joyfully.

"The village is throwing a party to celebrate!" Hoark the Haggard celebrated enthusiastically.

Stoick turned pale. "She's gone?"

"Yeah... most afternoons with my boy and Sigmund. But who can blame her? I mean the life of a celebrity's very rough. She can barely walk through the village without being swarmed by her new fans.

"Hester?" Stoick asked.

"Who would've thought, eh? She has this way with the beasts," Gobber explained. He then started telling Stoick everything that had happened whilst he was away.

Hester and Toohtless were enjoying a wonderful flight on the far side of the island. Sigmund and Garsir were seated behind her holding on tight.

"Okay there, bud, we're gonna take this nice and slow. Here we go. Here we go... position three, no, four!" Hester twisted her stirrup up and the tail fin was let out.

"Okay, so far. So good," Toothless muttered.

They did a slow curving turn in the air. They were soon just gliding metres above the sea. "Isn't this great?" Garsir asked.

"It is great," Sigmund agreed.

"Alright, it's go time. It's go time. Come on, buddy, come on, buddy!" Toothless dove diagonally down to the sea and they were soon soaring right above the sea. Garsir leaned over and touched the cold water with his hand. "This is so fun!" he squealed for fun.

"Now this is freedom!" Sigmund commented.

The dragon carrying three humans passed underneath a sea stack and underneath flocks of seagulls.

"Yes, it worked!" Hester cheered.

"Things are working like a charm," Sigmund said happily.

Just when things seemed to go well, they flew into a sea stack.

"Sorry!" Hester shouted.

"I take it back," Sigmund regretted.

Right after that they bumped into another sea stack.

"Sorry again, everyone!" Hester shouted.

"Can't you steer properly?!" Garsir demanded.

"Hey, this steering thing is all new to me!" Hester responded.

"That's for making me crash into a stack," Toothless slapped on his ear flaps into Hester's face.

"Okay, I deserved that," Hester muttered.

"Position four, uh, three," Toothless started flying up higher and higher back into the clouds. "Yeah! Go baby!" Hester encouraged enjoying it more than ever.

"Yes! Oh, this is amazing!" Garsir called out excitedly.

"Doesn't it feel great? The wind in your hair?" Sigmund asked outloud.

Just when they were all enjoying it, Hester's small sheet for the fin positions flew out of its holder. "CHEAT SHEET! STOP!"

Toothless stopped in midair but Hester slipped off the saddle as her safety hook unfastened. The boys slipped off as well.

Soon everyone started plumeting to the surface below.

"Ahh!" Hester screamed.

"I can't FLYYYYYYYY!" Toothless screamed.

"I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Garsir squealed like a baby.

"If we don't make it - just remember that I love you guys!" Sigmund shouted.

"Come on guys!" Hester managed to grab ont othe edge of Toothless's saddle as they were falling and pullled herself on. "Grab my hand!" she shouted reaching out her left hand to Sigmund.

Sigmund gripped it tightly and then gripped Garsir's hand tightly.

With all her strength, Hester pulled the boys onto the saddle behind her before attaching herself back to the saddle. They were not goanna slip off again. "Hold on!" she screamed. "We're not goanna die hurry!"

"You gotta hurry, Hester!" Toothless shouted. "There's a maze of stacks up ahead!"

Hester's eyes widened and her heart lept up in fear. She tried to memorize the sheet but there was no time.

"Hester, don't use the sheet!" Sigmund shouted. "Use your smartness! You don't need a sheet to being able to help Toothless fly!"

Hester let go of the sheet and narrowed her eyes as she leaned further into the saddle. She clicked the stirrup up and down at different angles causing the fin to contiouously change positions allowing Toothless to smoothly steer them all swiftly through and round the stack in the gigantic maze laid out on the ocean.

Until finally they were back over laid out ocean with no obstacles ahead for them to dodge.

"YEEAHHH!" Hester cheered with her arms in the air. She now felt more confident in flying Toothless. She didn't need that sheet to help her steer Toothless. She just needed confidence in herself.

"You did it, Hester!" Garsir cheered and congratulated his best friend. "You're amazing at flying!"

"I knew you could do it," Sigmund said approvingly behind her. Hester turned her face to him and they shared a deep smile.

"Oh, don't you two start!" Toothless ordered noticing them.

"Start what?" Hester asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Toothless fibbed. He blasted a plasma blast ahead and headed towards it.

"Oh, come on!" Hester moaned.

"Just not our day!" Garsir moaned as they went through it.

The four settled down on a nearby island made of rocks of all types, stumps and stacks. The three humans were singled in ash. Although the boys were behind Hester, they didn't want to use her a shield so they decided to take the risks and get a bit sooty as well.

"Here any of you three want this?" Toothless gurgled up a piece of eaten fish.

"Oh no bud. Thanks but I'm good," Hester gently refused roasting her fish over small fish.

"All yours buddy," Sigmund replied.

"Wouldn't want to take your food when we have our own," Garsir reasoned after taking a bite out of his cooked fish.

Despite the fact the two couldn't understand Toothless, unlike Hester, they could still be able to understand him any actions he does. They knew him well enough to do that.

Just when they were enjoying their nice moment all together, they heard soft roars. They turned and saw a flock of Terrible Terrors of different colours flying towards them.

"Ahh, a family of Terrors," Garsir cooed.

While he, Hester and Sigmund seemed to like the look of seeing them, Toothless growled protectively pulling all the fish close to himsef.

The Terrors landed and walked over to them. They didn't view the humans as a threat at all.

"Can I have some of your fish?" a green Terror asked Toothless.

"No!" he bit at him.

Whilst the greedy black dragon was distracted with the green Terror, a yellow Terror snuck the fish-half that Toothless had coughed up.

"Hey!" she shouted.

"This is all mine!" the Terror mocked. "Hey, stay away!" it roared at a red Terror and fired at it with a long stream of fire.

Toothless noticed a dead fish was walking out of the pile. A green and orange Terror was stealing one away. It grabbed the fish and with just a simple tug, he pulled it free and swallowed it whole.

"Beated you!" he mocked.

"Come on!" the Terror pleaded. "Can't I have some fish?"

"Nope!" Toothless responded greedily.

"You meanie! I ought fire at you!" the Terror opened its mouth wide open to fire, whilst it flapped up, but Toothless, quick as a whip, fired into his mouth.

The Terror landed on its stomach and smoke was puffed through its nostrils and mouth.

Toothless smirked. It dropped when he saw Hester glaring at him. "What?"

"That wasn't nice. The poor guy's hungry," Hester looked sympathetically at the Terror. "Not so fireproof on the inside, are you? Here you go," she tossed the Terror her fish and he swallowed it whole.

"Thank you," the Terror said gratefully.

"You're very welcome,"

"You understand me?"

"Yes. I don't know how but I just can uncannily understand dragons," Hester spoke awkwardly.

"If anything, it's a very special gift," The Terror complimented. It purred softly as it came on Hester's lap and it fell asleep. Hester stroked it and it lazily laid its head against her chest.

"Everything we know about you guys – is wrong," Hester said as she stroked the Terrible Terror.

"If only Vikings knew this then this war could have ended centuries ago," Garsir said.

"You see Hester, because of you and Toothless peace just might be achievable," Sigmund believed as he was reminding her of what he had suggested weeks ago.

"I still don't know about that," Hester replied doubtfully. "Vikings are strong-headed, ignorant and not exactly open to listening to stuff like this,"

"Hester, how do you know that unless you try?" Sigmund encouraged.

"Sigmund might be right," Garsir had taken into account what he was saying. "You could at least try,"

"I'll have a think about it," Hester simply said. "But for now, I just want to put it to one side for a while – if you guys don't mind,"

"We don't mind at all," Sigmund assured. "Like we said, we'll stand by your side no matter what you decided to do,"

Hester smiled at them again but then held her head down. Toothless noticed aside from the boys and looked sorrowfully at her.

"Are you alright, Hester?"

"Toothless, it's just – I don't understand how I can understand dragons. I really would love to know why,"

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you what you wish to know because I don't know," Toothless answered. "Was there anything – that – I don't know – happened to you when you were younger that involved something do with dragons?"

"I don't think so Toothless. I've been harmed by one or anything. However when i was a baby, i received this scar..." she pointed to a small white line on her chin that had simply scarred it for the past 15 years of her life, "...on a dragon the night my - the night my mother..." she couldn't finish as her eyes started spiling a few tears.

Sigmund and Garsir highly knew the event about Valka (Stoick's wife and Hester's mother) being taken by a large four winged dragon. It tragically affected Stoick to have no wife by his side and Hester to have no mother to raise her alongside an overprotective father. It was just so overbearing for them. Hester had only her mother's necklace to remember her by. Sigmund pulled her close and hugged her by the side.

"I'm so sorry, Hester," Toothless said licking her cheek. He gave her a moment to dry her tears before he continued on. "Don't you think the dragon who gave you that scar could be the reason you can understand dragons?"

"I don't think so," Hester answered. "I mean it may have scratched me but no blood from the dargon who anything else got into my body that could potentionally give me this strange ability,"

"Then what could it be?" Toothless asked feeling disappointed that he couldn't help her.

Hester lamented. "I don't know why I have this gift - but I will found out sooner or later,"

For the next hour, the three stroked the Terrors and gave them more fish to eat – until it was time to head back to the village. They hopped onto Toothless and flew back to the cove. They said goodbye to Toothless and headed back to the village to their houses.

Just so you all know Garsir and Sigmund will get their own dragons, just not in this story. They will in Legend of the Boneknapper and Legend of the Tifespinner (note to say the Tifespinner is a made up dragon species). As for Hester's gift, she may or may not found out why she had this gift in this story so may find out in another story. Hope you're all enjoying it.