AN: I'm honestly pleased with how I had written this chapter out. This is Mayweather's persona' "Test Drive", much like Hiccup's. I was listening to Audiomachine's Reaching and the How To Train Your Dragon 2 Teaser Trailer Beyond the Clouds. These tracks are significant to Mayweather, and how she had grown a little through out her stay on Berk. This chapter is kinda short and forgive me. My objective was to have it finished before June, but of course I couldn't. Enjoy this chapter.

You may wanna be prepared for a title drop soon with in the next couple of chapters. Heartwarming stuff...

A week had gone by, and Mayweather and Roedd were the halves to one another.

It was only yesterday that the two were just strangers to each other, not knowing each other the way they do now. Mayweather would get stares everyday ever since the two had created a bond. The villagers would pull back from them, holding their children dearly as they saw the two glare at them. Their doors would shut when they passed, villagers would walk fast from them. But Mayweather didn't care, nor did Roedd. All they cared about was each other.

Hiccup had saw from the distance, more specifically a watch tower, seeing how the villagers would isolate her, and leave them walking by themselves. Astrid had then gone up behind Hiccup and spoke. "Hey, Hiccup, whacha lookin' at?" She knew the answer to that question, but she wanted to know whether or not Hiccup knew what the answer was.

"Oh… oh nothin', just watchin' the… the villagers go by is all," Hiccup lied. Astrid had rolled her eyes and looked at the boy.

"Are you really sure? Because all I see is Mayweather and Roedd walking around the plaza," Astrid said. It was true, no one was around Mayweather because they feared her skrill. "We need to talk about this," Astrid said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You're telling me," he said in agreement, "I mean… the nerve of her. She leaves for like two weeks, and doesn't even tell us… well she told Ruff and Tuff but still. Then we have have to find her and now she wants to train the skill? Unbelievable," Hiccup rambled, Astrid looking at him with dazed eyes. "I don't trust that dragon, I really don't," Hiccup finished.

"That's not what I was referring to. I'm referring to the fact that you're being a little irrational and a little incoherent with this whole Mayweather-training situation. Doesn't she remind about another viking who wanted to train?" Astrid said looking at him as if Hiccup could see that the answer was on her face.

"W-What? Are seriously comparing her to me?" Hiccup said, a little offended. "I'm not trying to kill anybody with Toothless. I didn't endangered hundreds of people," Hiccup said.

"You did actually. Toothless had almost killed your dad," Astrid corrected. She wasn't afraid of pointing out the obvious, "in fact, you nearly endangered the villagers."

"That may be true, but I didn't mean to cause a war with the Red Death and my people. I didn't mean to do any of those things," Hiccup said, "Mayweather is intentionally going to kill Dagur, and I not gonna have another war because Mayweather feels she needs to kill him," hiccup finished.

"But Hiccup… you were the same way. You trained a dangerous dragon, and you're father was disapproving about it when he found out about in the ring. Don't you think you're being a little bit of a hypocrite?" Astrid said.

"And? So what if I'm being a little bit of a hypocrite. I need to contradict myself in order to protect the people of my island," Hiccup said.

"But then again it's not your decision to trust Mayweather or the skrill. It's your dad's, so therefore, you don't have any word in about this until you become chieftain," Astrid said. He hated that detail about being the son of the chieftain. "You need to hold your judgement."

"You know what fine, but if Mayweather even gives me an inkling that she wants to kill Dagur, I'm taking that dragon away from her," Hiccup said, Astrid rolling her eyes.

"Fine. But right now you're really acting prejudice towards Mayweather. You're acting like your father," Astrid said, her arms crossed a little bit.

"How am I acting like my father," Hiccup said, "please, tell me how, because I'm a little skeptical of that," Hiccup added with a little annoyance.

"Your dad wasn't really accepting of the fact of dragons being trained, especially when Mildew was talking all that nonsense her fed to the villages," Astrid said, remembering the cantankerous man plaguing the villagers minds with how dragons were nothing but menaces to society. "I bet he uses his blabbering to grow his crops…" Astrid chuckled.

"I'm not acting like my dad," Hiccup said, leaving the watch tower and Astrid.

The Great Hall

Mayweather had Roedd were walking around the dim halls of Berk, and had found an open table form them to sit at. Roedd had wobbled over there, tapping his talon of his wing on the seat. Mayweather had sauntered to the tabs and sat next to her companion. They didn't have food, nor did they have books to read.

They were overlooking the people as they walked by them.

Hiccup and his father had walked into the great hall, seeing Mayweather and her skrill accompanying each other. Mayweather had pet her skrill, his small gurgles of happiness a symphony to Mayweather's ears. She saw the son and chieftain approach her with weary eyes but generous smiles.

"Ah Mayweather… nice to see you and your new friend uh… Roedd is it?" Stoick said, seeing the large beast rest it's head on the table, and closed it's eyes for a few minutes.

"Yeah… I'm just happy that he's with me here," Mayweather said, petting him so in which he bleated in response. Stoick looked at this side of the skrill, and rather smiled at this. It had only been a week since the two became compatible.

"Well, its good to know that we have more dragon riders to defender Berk. I may be a shaggy mountain of man, but even the strongest of men tend to get weary over time, you know," Stoick said.

"I know that's a fact," Mayweather said, smiling at her dragon as he's frills had shook in approval.

"Well, are you going to ride him soon?" Stoick asked.

"I would, but right now I wanna see how he works on the ground, and plus I don't have a saddle for him," Mayweather said, scratching his back in which he panted with a wagging tongue out.

"Well, I'm sure Hiccup would be happy to make a saddle for your dragon, right son?" Stoick said, looking at his son. Hiccup didn't wanna say yes, but he didn't wanna say no either. He knew that by saying yes, it would only give in to Mayweather's desires to kill Dagur, but by saying no, it would contradict his teachings on dragon becoming part of viking society, throwing them back 300 years when dragons were the enemy.

"Sure dad, but a dragon like this has a rather different body type, and therefore a saddle for Roedd may be difficult to construct. But I'll put in my own little flair to do the job," Hiccup said, covering it up as a yes and a no.

"Good, I'll be off with Thornado with patrolling around the island. Don't wanna have Berserkers and Outcasts coming around here," Stoick said, leaving the girl alone with her dragon. He then pulled his son to him. "You better put a saddle on that dragon. I'll make sure that Mayweather doesn't do anything to jeopardize the safety of the village, but you're the dragon trainer, and it's your job to have the dragons trained," Stoick said sternly. He was aware of Hiccup's hesitation to help train Mayweather's dragon Roedd, but he understood why. He left Hiccup in the great hall, doing chiefly duties.

Hiccup was left alone with Mayweather, who was still attentive to her dragon. Hiccup had stared daggers at her, and only sat across from her. He looked back at her and the dragon. "I don't know what's inside of your head, but right now, you're really twisted into thinking that you're gonna kill Dagur," Hiccup said.

"Who?" Mayweather said, not even paying the boy any attention, as she was lost in her skrill's behavioral movements. Hiccup was astound at this, and had mentally smiled at it. He slowly walked away from Maywather's table and speed-walked home.

The Berk Dragon Training Academy

The Leatherhead kids were slacking off from hanging out with their dragons. They had forgotten that war was coming around in jest a few weeks. Tigerlily had had enough of her dragon Gunther; he was aggressive, incoherent, and absolutely dangerous because of his owner. Everyone else was okay with their dragons, but they didn't hold the responsibilities of dragon trainers or dragon owners. Thuggory had found his dragon, which was a Monstrous Nightmare named Killer, though Camicazi had not found her dragon yet. They were both spectating with the rest of the chieftains. Gobber was at the higher view of the arena, with Stoick at his side.

"Tigerlily, you're up!" Gobber said, overlooking the ginger-haired girl. Tigerlily had her bludgeon. "Why do you have a bludgeon? We don't kill dragons lass," he sneered. Tigerlily had been carrying her bludgeon for days now since her and her dragons "falling out". Did Dragons have falling outs with their owners? If they did, Tigerlily's and Gunther's dynamic would have been a great example.

"Yeah but-" before she could say anything, the gate had opened to see the injured female changeling come to her. It was in disguise as the stone ground, Stoick watching carefully as the changewing had shifted. Tigerlily had still kept a brave face, but soon cut it short when the changewing had revealed itself to her. The female was angry, and very aggressive. Stoick had looked in worry of the child even though she had cause some trouble with Mayweather. In speaking of Mayweather…

"Gobber, where's Mayweather?" Stoick said.

"Don't know. I haven't seen that lass anywhere but that beastie, Roedd. What kind of a name is that? Roedd… never heard anything so bizarre in my life," Gobber said with a playful voice. "But still. I haven't seen that child anywhere but with that dragon. I'll tell ya Stoick," Gobber said with a whimsical voice, "she and that dragon are like… two halves to one another that they never knew were there."

Stoick had nodded. It reminded him of Hiccup and Toothless, how their bond has brought them closer. "Well, at least she now has a dragon. Next thing she needs is a saddle," Stoick said, the childhood friends laughing a little.

The Thorstons' Secret Beach

The ocean waves splashed against the sea stacks of Berk, the boulder-like structures whistling as the wind had brushed against their faces. The sky had a few clouds, but none of them blocked the sun's radiant shine. Mayweather had a rope around Roedd's neck, her legs dangling on the sides of her dragon's thick neck. Myrrh had say with in her shirt, turning his head around like a little owl. "Okay, buddy… this is it," Mayweather said, resting on Roedd's neck, in which he didn't mind at all. His eyes were closed slightly, as the sun was gleaming hard on him. He wasn't made for

"Let's do this," Mayweather said, her rope lightly whipping the dragon's neck with the rope. Roedd had backed away had walked away from the sea stacks, reaching the nearly ceased brim of the sandy terrain. "Where are you going?" Mayweather said in question. Roedd had then prepped himself, his feet scratching on the terrain so that he was balanced.

He started to run.

Roedd was in his element now. He's wings were slowly tucking into his sides, his frills slicking down and eyes turning into saucers. Mayweather was literally being pulled back by the amount of speed the skrill was giving. She was weak, and practically a stick. She was giving more to her dragons Roedd and Myrrhy.

Her dragon began to glide over the waters, his talons just grazing over the pristine waters. Mayweather had looked down to see her reflection and Myrrhy's. She looked forward to see that Roedd was going higher, thus her pivoting back her body. Roedd was now hovering over the ocean, getting into the troposphere. Mayweather had no saddle, so her back and butt hurt, but nothing could keep her from smiling at the amazing view she saw. "Alright, Roedd, can you turn for me?" Mayweather said. Roedd bleated in response, turning around. His body tilted, his wings shifting to turn right.

She had seen the majestic view of Berk's island. The village looked new, but the island itself was lived seven generations before her. It's rivers run deep, the mountains standing high, and the dragons flying about. "…Unbelievable," she murmurs as she looked down at the village itself. They were tiny ant people to her, playing around with her imagination and pinched the blurred figures. Her dragon had then banked down slowly, her stomach in her chest and her heart in her throat as she was now floating off her dragon, but still kept the ropes in her hand.

Myrrhy's tongue had wagged out of his mouth as he was rather enjoying this now than before. Mayweather's hair was flapping around behind her as her feet were whipping through the winds. Roedd smiled at himself as he was tucking his wings to his sides.

"Roedd? Roedd!" Mayweather said, wanted to be reassured by her companion that he was not going to let her and Myrrhy die and plummet to there deaths. Roedd had then opened his wings again, the resistance of the wind under his wings slamming against him. He had stopped at mid air and Mayweather slam on his back. Myrrhy had gurgled to the slam and squawked.

"Well… at least you have a stop setting," Mayweather said, rubbing her skrill's neck. She had told her dragon to fly upward, in which she had to hold on tightly. A set of Typhoomerangs had flew over them, and so Roedd had followed them for a while. Mayweather was going to make an attempt to stand on Roedd. She had stumbled a bit, but of course she had gotten her balance. She had raised her arms way up high and screamed loudly.

"I AM THE SKRILL QUEEN!"