Hey everyone! Okay, this chapter is a bit short, but the next chapter should be longer, I hope.

Enjoy!

We were all waiting patiently in the Academy as Hiccup explained the days' task. We were supposed to have Gobber come over and show us some stuff. Gobber was a nice enough fellow, who was a bit confused when it came to some things, so I was a bit worried about how it would go.

"I'm back! Did you miss me?"

Gobber burst through the gates, carting along a wagon full of weapons. I froze, scared. What was Gobber thinking? *This isn't okay. We gotta go. I never trusted that broken man* Stormfly growled. I tried to think of his reasoning. Maybe he would turn the weapons into something useful, using our fire?

Gobber hobbled along, then pulled out this double-sided axe-mace-sword thing, explaining, "I thought maybe we coul' train em, by threatening to kill em!"

I cringed, ready to knock the giant weapon out of his hands. The others would definitely not be okay with that.

*WHAT!?* Stormfly screeched, unsheathing her tail spines. *You wouldn't!* the two heads murmured together, backing up. *Put it away!* Hookfang growled. Meatlug just looked generally scared.

I flattened my ear flaps, ready to pounce, when the lunatic dropped a mace on the ground, blowing up a dust storm. I jumped back, coughing, and listened as everyone else bolted from the Academy. I heard them screeching insults back at Hiccup and Gobber, and I yelled back *COWARDS!* before carefully stepping over to my boy.

It had been a few hours until Stormfly, Barf, and Belch got back. Gobber and his weapons had left by then, and I sighed with relief. I had been trying to decipher the squiggles in Hiccup's book as I lay next to him. He would occasionally read them out to me, but I felt like he was making it up as he went along.

I became worried as I saw everyone's expressions. The Riders were fuming, and I could tell they were sore. The winged were a bit ashamed, but also upset and sore.

*Hey guys. You okay?* I murmured gently. Barf hissed in anger, muttering, *We ended up fleeing for the hills. I've never felt so embarrassed in my life. I hate him*. Stormfly, on the other claw, looked more weary than angry.

*Flying with our riders gets very uncomfortable, what with their strange pelts and constant gripping. My muscles feel really sore* she explained. I sighed, unsure of what to say. I've never felt sore when I've flown with Hiccup. Did it have to do with the fact that I was a Plasma?

I shook my head, watching as the twins kicked each other. I was very confused. Why in the world would they need to hit each other? Did it have to do with the soreness?

"Huh. I've flown for hours on Toothless and I've never had a problem," Hiccup remarked. So he wasn't affected either? Was it because- "That's because your dragon has a saddle," Astrid muttered.

*A saddle?* I looked it over. Was this what kept me and Hiccup sane in flight? I assumed so. It had felt comfortable once Hiccup lined it with wool, and it helped Hiccup grip better. If we gave everyone a saddle, we'd all be happy!

It was dark as I sat outside the forge, listening to Gobber's happy 'singing', if that's what you would call it. It was more like a deep melodic screech, coupled with a metal bang, if you asked me.

Hiccup had asked him to make saddles for the rest of the dragons. I wasn't exactly sure how it would turn out, considering Gobber's 'training' methods. Hiccup, as always, had reassured me, but I was still weary.

The boy turned to me. "You know, he doesn't sing that song unless he's actually very happy," Hiccup mused. *No kidding* I muttered, trying to pretend I liked it. "I think we did a good thing." Well he is happy, so I'll have to put up with that terrible sound.

We were in the academy yet again. Everyone was here, ready to test Gobber's new saddles. I had helped carry them over earlier today, and now they were covered under a big sheet.

The Two-Legs were explaining what was going on, and everyone but Hiccup seemed excited. I understood how he felt. Gobber unveiled the saddles, and I cringed. Each one was extremely… special. And they were all made of used weapons.

The crazy man demonstrated the first one, issuing a jet of fire from it. I sighed; what was the point of that? We already breathed fire.

I heard the two-head snickering, and I turned to watch the Twins place saddles on the necks. *Oh boy*. Those were the saddles with mini catapults. And the fish-brains loaded them. Wincing, I saw them get fired, both heads knocked out and on the floor. Why, Gobber?

*Too…heavy…* I glanced at Meatlug, who was trying to fly with four maces attached to her saddle. I covered my eyes with a wing, then peered out from behind as I heard a thump. Meatlug was laying, legs splayed, on the ground. *Meatlug, you okay?* I crooned. She grunted in reply.

*Get off- OW!* Hookfang was growling as Snotlout placed the flame saddle on him. He shot out a burst of fire, tossing the saddle away. "Come on, Hookfang. What's wrong with you?" Snotlout muttered.

*Yes, what's wrong with you? This isn't like you, my friend. You would've at least given the saddle a shot* I warbled. He growled, muttering *None of your business* and turned away.

I huffed, hissing, then saw Astrid and Stormfly flapping around. *This one's nice* Stormfly remarked, and I sighed with relief. At least one of them had a nice saddle. "Wai' till you try the horn!" Gobber exclaimed.

*Oh no… Stormfly, don't-*

Burrmmm BURRRMMMM!

*ATTACK!* Stormfly shrieked, sending her spines flying and pinning Snotlout to the wall. She proceeded to jump around, bucking Astrid off. *Stormfly, wait! We're okay, don't panic!* I roared at her. She calmed down a bit, but was still jumpy as I rubbed against her soothingly.