I stayed inside Stoick's house for a few days until hunger drove me out to hunt. Everyone was still wary of me and gave me wide birth but that was the way I liked this village. They seemed to have a little more class than the Outcasts.

Just a little bit more.

"I'm starving." I growled as I searched through the forest. Then I heard a twig snap and I perked up thinking it was at least small game.

"Well why don't you go get something to eat?" Replied an old cranky voice. I bowed my head in disappointment.

"Mildew leave him alone." Replied Stoick.

"What?" Asked the old coot. There was a bleat somewhere to my right and I started walking that way. Then I walked right into a sheep and tripped over it sending myself tumbling to the ground.

"Stupid farm animals." I growled angrily while I stood up and dusted myself off.

"Fungus ain't a farm animal." Replied Mildew.

"What if I wasn't talking about the sheep?" I asked.

"Why you little…"began Mildew.

"Mildew." Warned Stoick.

I looked at them and asked "What are you two doing out here in the middle of the day?"

"Mildew wanted to show me something." Sighed Stoick.

"Might as well stop here because this is it." Said Mildew pointing at me.

"What did I do! I've been inside for a few days since the Berserkers left." I said defensively.

"Then I'll show you what I saw and you can prove me right Stoick." Said Mildew.

"What if I'm right?" I stated heatedly. I did not like this bloke.

"Well you're not." Said Mildew.

"Mildew!" Snapped Stoick. "Arguing with a child is not helping."

"Well this child is winning the argument because I haven't done shit." I hissed at the old man.

"Better clean your mouth out boy." Sneered Mildew.

"Why you old maggot? Because you haven't in decades." I snapped. I was tense and was about to pounce and Stoick could see it. He stepped between us right when I jumped and gently pushed me back to where I was standing. My eye sight was clouded in a red light and when I shook my head trying to clear it, it just got thicker.

"Just show me where you were taking me." Sighed Stoick to Mildew who promptly turned away and started walking stiffly as if his legs were too frail to hold up his body. "Hiccup be kind. He is older and wiser than…"

"He sure doesn't act his age than." I growled smiling.

"That is not what I mean. He is annoying yes. But he is also at a higher respect than you."

"Ya, ya, ya, I get it. Don't mess with him or else he'll set the village on me."

"Exactly."

We walked in silence and that sheep was getting closer and closer to me. I stepped to the other side of Stoick trying to get as far away as possible but soon I was tripping over the dang animal. I cursed as I had to force myself up again.

"Be careful with me Fungus." Snarled Mildew.

"Oh I'll carefully chop off…" I looked at Stoick than plastered a smile on my face as I saw him give me a warning look. "Okey dokey artichokey." I said smiling at the old man. When he stopped glaring at me I stuck my tongue out at his stupid sheep and it bleated.

"Boy don't you dare hurt him."

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Of course yer not."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"SHUT UP!" Bellowed Stoick. Mildew, Fungus, and I (I can't believe I had to put the goat ahead on me for proper grammar and I can't believe I did the same thing to Fungus…just for GRAMMAR) jumped and looked at him. He was pinching the bridge of his nose annoyed.

"It was the sheep's fault." I stated quickly putting in my two cents. Stoick glared at me and I smiled back at him trying not to laugh at the 'really your going there' look he gave me.

"It's over here." Growled Mildew pointing at a tree. Instantly I smelt blood.

"That's deer blood." I whispered under my breath instantly regretting it as Mildew turned on me.

"So you know the scent eh?" Snapped the old man.

"Of course I know the scent! Who doesn't?"

"Any sane person would just smell blood not a specific kind."

"Well I…wait did you say any sane person?" I asked.

"Ya." Growled Mildew. I nodded and turned on my heels starting back towards the village ignoring Stoick's calls. 'Am I insane? Am I not normal?'