A/N

hey guys, long time no see! The first time I uploaded the chapter it gave all computer language for some reason so I was pretty pissed that I had to start over. I felt like make a chapter so here it it!

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Stoick is pushing the burning wood, charcoal and coals of the fire as Hiccup discreetly opens the door, a brief look outside shows it is night time, sneaks inside and carefully closes the door. At this point it seems as if he has gone unnoticed. Hiccup looks at his dad, wanting to say something but decides against it, before trying to quickly and quietly get to his room without his father noticing. Near the top of the stairs Hiccup goes on all fours, speeding up, resulting in Stoick noticing his presence due to the extra noise made.

STOICK: Hiccup.

Hiccup sighs, "So much for sneaking in.." Stoick chuckled as he studied his son's mocking face.

"You may sneak out all the time, but that doesn't mean I don't know that you snuck out of the house!"

HICCUP: Dad …

Hiccup tries to sound surprised but ends up stopping and going down a couple of steps.

HICCUP: I have to talk to you, Dad.

Stoick stands up and walks over to the steps, facing his son, putting his hands together in front of him.

STOICK: I need to speak with you, too, son.

Both take a deep breath before talking at the same time.

HICCUP: I decided I don't want to fight dragons.STOICK: I think it's time you learnt how to fight dragons.

They both turn to each other in confusion.

BOTH: What?

The Vikings continued to laugh, trust both father and son to change their minds at the same time.

STOICK: Uhh … You go first.

HICCUP: No … no, you go first.

"Big mistake," mumbled Hiccup.

"Come on, you were just being polite," said Astrid.

"Yeah, you were being yourself, that's nothing to be ashamed about," added Fishlegs.

Toothless looks at Hiccup before rubbing up against Hiccup, making him smile again.

Hiccup comes down a couple more steps, sounding unsure.

STOICK: All right.

Stoick grasps his hands in front again before taking a deep breath.

STOICK: You get your wish. Dragon training … you start in the morning.

Stoick raises his eyebrows, putting his hands on his hips. Hiccup starts to panic, trying to hide it while putting on a 'quizzical expression' and scratching the back of his head.

HICCUP: Oh, man, I should have gone first. 'Because I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough …

Hiccup is gesturing a lot with his hands now, trying to come up with an answer.

HICCUP: … bread-making Vikings or small-home-repair Vikings?

"Really?" laughed Astrid. "That's all you could come up with?" Some other Vikings and dragons laughed with her.

"Hey, I don't perform well under pressure." Hiccup crosses his arms and looks at the screen, annoyed.

"Mate, pouting does not suit you at all," Ruffnut chuckled, getting more laughs.

"I'm not pouting. I'm sulking," replied Hiccup, pretending to sound upset.

Stoick places a detailed war axe, single edged, into Hiccups outstretched arms.

STOICK: You'll need this.

Hiccup stumbles backwards, loosely grasping the axe with his arms.

HICCUP: I don't want to fight dragons.

Stoick begins laughing, thinking that Hiccup is joking.

STOICK: come on. Yes, you do.

Stoick turns around, starting to walk away with an amused expression on his face. Hiccup has to start talking to his father's turned back.

HICCUP: Rephrase. Dad, I can't kill dragons.

"Stoick looks at his on-screen counterpart, "I need to work on my listening skills." He muttered ashamed. his comment received a few chuckles from the vikings that were in hearing range, but they soon stopped when he gave them a hard glare.

Stoick turns around to face his son again.

STOICK: But you will kill dragons.

HICCUP: No, I'm really very extra-sure that I won't.

Stoick doesn't sound so amused anymore, thinking that Hiccup isn't taking this seriously.

STOICK: It's time, Hiccup.

Hiccup, slightly annoyed, is desperately trying to get his father to listen to him.

HICCUP: Can you not hear me?

"Yer really need to work on your listenin' skills, Stoick!" Gobber patted Stoick on his shoulder.

Stoick glares at his dense best friend, "I already said that myself." He sighed and face-palmed, "You are really dense my friend."

STOICK: This is serious, son. When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you.

Stoick grabs the axe and holds it up, giving it back to Hiccup, who holds it upright for a second, before dropping it sideways.

STOICK (CON'T): Which means you walk like us, you talk like us …

Stoick uprights the axe, Hiccup keeping it in place this time, before lifting Hiccup shoulders, trying to make him stand straighter, taller and proudly.

STOICK (CON'T): … you think like us. No more of … this.

Hiccup let's go of the handle, catching the axe at the head.

HICCUP: You just gestured to all of me.

STOICK: Deal?

HICCUP: This conversation is feeling very one-sided.

Is this how Hiccup viewed all our conversations? Thought Stoick, looking sadder.

STOICK: Deal?

Stoick says much more sternly, seemingly taking no notice of what Hiccup's saying. Hiccup gives a disappointed sigh.

HICCUP: Deal.

Hiccup sounds very depressed and disappointed. Stoick grabs a basket off the ground and lugs it onto one shoulder.

STOICK: Good. Train hard. I'll be back. Probably.

Stoick adds this last part whilst grabbing his helmet off one of the rafters of the house.

HICCUP: And I'll be here.

Stoick walks out the door, Hiccup still standing where they had their conversation.

HICCUP (CON'T): Maybe.

The door shuts, the screen changing to a new scene.

"At least you're both optimistic," said Astrid sarcastically.

"Again, not helping," said Hiccup this time.

Gobber lifts the gate to the arena before spinning around, gesturing inside, and soundingcheerful.

GOBBER: Welcome to dragon training!

The teens have looks of excitement and aweapart from Astrid, who looks on with a sense of … expectation

"Could you guys look any goofier?" asked Korrie, getting some chuckles from the the Vikings. While it did lift Hiccup's spirits a bit. The teens just glared at the girl.

With all the glaring at the girl, suddenly a viking stood up "I thought you were going to limit the self-insert?"

Korrie laughed, "yup, sorry!" she answered sheepishly.

ASTRID: No turning back.

The teens walk in, Astrid in the lead, taking in the arena, either getting more excited or observing, in Astrid's case. The teens all carry weapons, Ruffnut and Tuffnut have their spears, Fishlegs has his hammer, Snotlout has his bludgeon, or mace depending on how you want to call it, and Astrid has her signature axe. The teens spin around, Astrid brushing her bangs out of her eyes, before heading to the center.

The screen then zooms out, showing the exterior of the arena. A wooden and concrete pathway surrounds the round arena, an iron gate at one end marks the main entrance. To prevent anyone watching from falling in or the dragons escaping, a six-bar high fence is placed with poles at even intervals, allowing it to curve along with the arena. Chains lead from the top of the poles over the arena in a tortoiseshell pattern. A single chain leads from the center of the chain roof to the top of the cliff above, allowing the chain overhang to be lifted into the air if need be.

The screen goes back to the teens, psyched up for the sessions ahead.

TUFFNUT: I hope I get some serious burns.

RUFFNUT: I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back.

Ruffnut rolls her right shoulder when saying this.

ASTRID: Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it.

"Yay, let's all go hurt ourselves!" yelled Tuffnut yelled, banging his head with helmet and all to his sister's head.

No wonder they are so dumb!" Fishlegs said.

Astrid and Hiccup nodded, everyone knew.

HICCUP: Yeah, no kidding, right?

This causes the teens to turn around, parting to reveal Hiccup. They weren't expecting another person training with them, especially him.

HICCUP: Pain. Love it.

Hiccup rolls his eyes at his own statement, coupled with his signature sarcasm. The teens look at him in confusion, apart from Astrid who looked a bit annoyed.

TUFFNUT: Oh, great! Who let him in?

GOBBER: Let's get started! The person who does best will get the honour of killing their first dragon in front of the entire village.

Gobber twists his hook-hand to emphasize the killing.

"Should it be a sin now, to kill a dragon in Berk. Now we know the future?" Hiccup thought out loud.

That got Stoick thinking, "I agree son." he stood up from his chair and looked at Korrie, "Can you stop the movie-thingy?"

Korrie smirked "Sure, but first say the magic word."

"Umm.. Please?"

"Wrong! it was peanut butter." Korrie answered. "But I will stop the movie."

"Wait what?!"

"Nothing."

Stoick shook his head and then his hard voice boomed through the movie hall when the screen froze. "I have an announcement to make to all Berkians! From now one anybody that kills a dragon is considered a traitor to our tribe!"

the hall went silent after that, some kept muttering and Mildew stood up furiously. "Why is it suddenly forbidden to kill a dragon! After some stupid thing called a movie, we suddenly must forgive those... those BEASTS?! Well I WONT!" He screeched.

"Calm down Mildew!" Stoick ordered, "We do not have to forgive them right away, but we can stop killing them. peace is something we all need!"

Mildew just huffed, "The moment we let those beasts in our village we are doomed, mark my words Stoick, Mark my words!"

Hiccup watched the cranky old man sink back into the red chair from his own chair, "Well.. isn't he a ray of sunshine!" he muttered.

"He sure is" answered Astrid, "When Terrible Terrors finally talk." She added snorting, the teens also laughed at her dry humor.

"HEY! why does almost nobody laugh when I use sarcasm?!" Hiccup asked fake-hurt.

"Maybe because you aren't funny?"

"Excuse me?! I am very funny!

"Sure... Sure.."

Hiccup looked at the black dragon for support, who looked away innocently. "Seriously?!" he asked.

SNOTLOUT: Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him or …

The teens laugh at this, Astrid shakes her head at Snotlout's stupidity, before turning away. Snotlout and the twins start planning mentally on how to make Hiccup's life Hel in the arena as well.

TUFFNUT: Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?

"There is only one class Tuffnut." Pointed Fishlegs out.

Ruffnut and the teens face-palmed, "Didn't we just have an entire conversation about sarcasm?"

Gobber comes over and leads Hiccup to the middle, arm on his shoulders.

GOBBER: Don't worry. You're small and weak … that'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead.

"You really need to work on your pep-talks, Gobber," Stoick said accusingly. Gobber just shrugged.

"Maybe we should give them a pep-talk on how to give pep-talks," suggested Hiccup, making Stoick chuckle.

Gobber gives a light chuckle, patting Hiccup on the back. He then pushes him into Fishlegs, who in turn runs into Tuffnut, Fishlegs giving him a small smile.

GOBBER (CON'T): Behind these doors are just a few of the dragons you will be learning to fight.

Gobber starts walking from cage to cage. Fishlegs states the stats of each dragon named.

GOBBER (CON'T): The Deadly Nadder!

FISHLEGS: Speed 8, Armor 16.

GOBBER: The Hideous Zippleback.

FISHLEGS: Plus 11 Stealth. Times 2.

GOBBER: The Monstrous Nightmare.

FISHLEGS: Firepower 15.

GOBBER: The Terrible Terror.

FISHLEGS: Attack 8, Venom 12.

GOBBER: Will you stop that?! And the Gronckle.

"You couldn't have stopped him any sooner, could've you," Stoick groaned, that comment received some chuckles from the others while Fishlegs face changed into a tomato red colour.

"You're going to need that knowledge later on," said Gobber, patting his hand without the hook on Fishlegs' shoulder, making the teens looked flustered. Fishlegs looked a bit happier, maybe his knowledge wouldn't be criticized all the time now.

Gobber puts his hand on the lever of the Gronckles cage.

FISHLEGS: (whispered) Jaw Strength 8.

The other teens react to what Gobber is doing.

SNOTLOUT: Whoa, wait! Aren't you going to teach us first?

GOBBER: I believe in working on the job.

"That works well in a forge, not so well in dragon fighting," pointed out Hiccup, some of the younger adults agreed. They knew all too well how Gobber ran his sessions.

Gobber pulls down the lever, unlocking the door to the cage. As soon as it is unlocked, the Gronckle charges out, scattering the teens.

GOBBER (CON'T): Today is all about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead.

The Gronckle misses everyone in its charge, instead slamming into the wall of the arena. It drops to the ground before scooping up some rocks on the floor in its mouth, crunching and swallowing them. Gobber looks expectantly to the teens.

GOBBER (CON'T): Quick! What's the first thing you're going to need?

HICCUP: A doctor?

"Don't say anything, I was panicking again," Hiccup said when others stared at him.

FISHLEGS: Plus 5 Speed?

"Really?" Astrid asked, looking at Fishlegs.

"I think I was still thinking about dragon stats," he replied sheepishly, getting some head shakes in response.

ASTRID: A shield.

"Way it go, Astrid!" Snotlout cheered, he stopped when he saw the others started staring at him. "What is it?"

"How did you take off the duct tape?" Pointed Tuffnut out.

"I just took it off."

"Oh.. OK."

GOBBER: Shields. Go!

The teens run and pick up shields that are scattered around the arena.

GOBBER (CON'T): Your most important piece of equipment is your shield!

Hiccup grabbed a red shield off the floor of the arena floor and is having trouble putting it on.

GOBBER (CON'T): If you have to make a choice between a sword and a shield, take the shield!

"Remember kiddies, this is a once in a life time tip. And it will save yer life at that time!"

Ruffnut and Tuffnut both grab the same shield, a green one with two flaming skulls in it.

TUFFNUT: Take your hands off of my shield!

RUFFNUT: There are a million shields!

The Vikings groaned. When will they stop fighting each other?

TUFFNUT: Take that shield. That one has a flower one it … girls like flowers. Owww!

Ruffnut manages to wrestle it from Tuffnut's grasp and wacks him over the head with the shield.

RUFFNUT: Oops. Now this one has blood on it.

Ruffnut pretends to give it to Tuffnut, instead she allows him to get hold of it again and they continue their tussle.

"Why would you let him grab onto the shield again?" asked Astrid.

"Don't know. Not bothered," replied Ruffnut, looking at the screen. Tuffnut nodded at his sister's comment. He would've done the same thing.

The Gronckle notices the twins fighting and shoots a fireball at them, destroying the shield and spinning the twins in the air from the force, landing on the ground.

GOBBER: Ruffnut, Tuffnut, you're out.

The twins are trying to gather their senses and comprehend, as much as they can, what just happened.

BOTH: What?

GOBBER: Those shields are good for another thing. Noise! Make lots of it to throw off a dragons aim!

The remaining teens start whacking their weapons against their shields, the noise confusing the Gronckle. The image changes to the view of the Gronckle, showing wavy, blurry lines over the teens, its sight affected by the noise.

The Vikings looked amazed. So, this was how noise affects dragons.

A lot of the dragons were shaking their heads, being affected by the noise made in the movie.

GOBBER (CON'T): All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronckle have?

The teens stop making noise and the Gronckle regains its bearings.

SNOTLOUT: Five?

FISHLEGS: No, six!

Fishlegs raises his shield in the air, completely losing focus on the Gronckle.

GOBBER: Correct, six! That's one for each of you!

FISHLEGS: I really don't think –

The Gronckle turns and shoots at Fishlegs' exposed shield from behind, knocking it clean out of his hand.

GOBBER: Fishlegs, out!

Fishlegs throws his hammer in the air, screaming as he runs away.

The vikings laughed at Fishlegs' antics while the teen went tomato red again.

GOBBER (CON'T): Hiccup, get in there!

"No, thanks. I'm fine where I am," Hiccup said, Gobber chuckled at his remark.

Hiccup was hiding behind one of the empty weapons racks, right next to where Fishlegs' shield was blasted to. He starts to sneak out from behind his hiding place, but at Gobber's words the Gronckle notices him and shoots, just missing Hiccup and instead hitting the scorch mark from the previous shot. Hiccup jumps and returns to hiding behind the weapons rack. The Gronckle, satisfied, turns its attention elsewhere.

Snotlout is standing behind Astrid, trying to hit on her again and make her fall for him.

SNOTLOUT: So anyway, I've moved into my parent's basement. You should come by to workout. You look like you work out.

Astrid rolls away from Snotlout's hitting, noticing the Gronckle. Snotlout only watches Astrid dive away, before his shield is hit by another fireball. Because the shield was in front of his body, Snotlout is thrown backwards.

GOBBER: Snotlout! You're done!

Astrid finishes her roll and lands in front of Hiccup, out from his hiding place. Hiccup tries to make conversation.

"Even if you hid all the time, still impressive, still," Stoick commented at his son.

HICCUP: So, I guess it's just you and me, huh?

ASTRID: Nope, just you.

"I meant you were going out next, not that you were going to win," Astrid said quickly before anyone could say anything.

"Sure, you did," teased Hiccup, Astrid just glared at Hiccup, a slight blush on her face due the fact, being made fun of by him again with his constant teasing.

Astrid, noticing the Gronckle again, runs out of the area. Hiccup manages to see the incoming fireball and brings his shield up fast enough to deflect the shot that was going to strike his head. The fireball is deflected high onto the wall of the arena, the force dislodging the shield from Hiccup's hand whilst his spin knocks the axe from his other hand.

GOBBER: One shot left!

"Hang on, why didn't you declare Hiccup out when he got blasted?" asked Stoick, concerned.

"Honestly, I have no idea, Stoick," replied Gobber.

Hiccup chases after his scorched shield, the only one that managed to survive a blast from the Gronckle, that's rolling around the arena. Astrid runs in a different direction. The Gronckle chases after Hiccup who, after the shield rolls away faster than he can run, looks back and starts running anywhere he can. Gobber looks scared for his apprentice.

GOBBER (CON'T): Hiccup!

Hiccup runs to the wall and is cornered, the Gronckle hovering inches from him. The Gronckle rears back its head, preparing to fire. It opens its mouth, the gathering flame visible down its throat.

Everyone in the room, except Gobber, Hiccup held their breath, terrified for the small boy.

Suddenly, a hook grabs onto the mouth and pulls it up, releasing the fireball. Hiccup ducks his head, the fireball missing him and scorching the wall just above him. Gobber drags the Gronckle away, his hook still in the dragon's mouth. Hiccup looks terrified at the dragon, rubble falling on him.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Gobber had managed to save Hiccup in the nick of time. Stoick looked at his friend, "Gobber?"

"Yes, Stoick?" Gobber answered not noticing the daggers that were glared at him by Stoick.

"Again, you will need to improve your teaching style."

GOBBER (CON'T): And that's six. Go back to bed you overgrown sausage!

Gobber spins the dragon around before flinging it back into its cage. He then shuts the door and pulls up the lever, locking the doors.

GOBBER (CON'T): You'll get another chance, don't you worry.

"Are you talking to the Gronckle or the teens?" asked a random Viking. Gobber didn't answer.

Gobber looks over at the teens who have gathered around Astrid, apart from Hiccup who is still sitting against the wall. Astrid is the only one still fully armed. The rest have no shields or weapons except for Tuffnut who had picked up his spear sometime before. They are all catching their breath, Snotlout and Fishlegs are doubled over.

GOBBER (CON'T): Remember, a dragon will always, always, go for the kill.

"We now know that that is not the truth anymore, just like all normal animals they are just defensive." Hiccup pointed out, earning a wack on his head from a certain Night Fury. "Wha-what did I do this time?!" Hiccup looked at Toothless who grumbled some more.

"Are you pouting again? You big Baby Boo!" Hiccup teased, earning another whack on the head. "Seriously?"

Gobber lifts Hiccup of the ground and gets him to stand. Hiccup looks at the still burning dent in the wall where the fireball hit before turning to look at the Gronckle's cage, the Gronckle noisily struggling to break free, with a confused expression.