I've heard everyone's requests for more original stuff, Aliss, Fam, Guest, like deviating from the main plot of the show, and I guarantee that is going to happen. I've got plans for this story that I haven't forgotten about, I just had to get fishleg's fixed first, you'll see.

aww yes, jawslover20069 - I'm glad I could help you my friend. An underrated movie, truly. The wonderful tale of a great shark battling capitalism. One for the history books.

This took so long to do and it isn't very long. very sorry.

It did not take the two very long to grab a hold of the heavy blond again. Bonecrusher and Snotlout made lots of noise everywhere they went. The former was beginning to gain a reputation after the hours he spent marching around, and Snotlout was making it very clear he was rolling out the red carpet for him. Many younger children fled at the sight of them while the older, more viking like, adults cheered and follow like they were celebrities.

Astrid put a stop to it for them.

She clearly had enough after one too many snide comments by the hypnotized rider. Raegan didn't grasp exactly what he said; but the girl wrinkled her nose at the later comments, the kind she remembered from her time at ports full of lonely men seeing land (and women) for the first time in weeks.

Astrid grabbed the taller man's hand and wrenched it being his back, kicking the back of his knee and forcing him to the ground. The condescending way he laughed only farther infuriated the great warrior, and she quickly latched onto his ear to drag him behind her.

"Astrid," Hiccup called out to her once they were within earshot. "We managed to get one of the pieces back," He showed off the staff in his hands. "Let's get Bonecrusher back to Gothi so she can fix him."

"That old sack of skin?" Bonecrusher laughed at it, "Bonecrushers don't get sick."

"I've heard that before," Raegan wasn't amused. Eyes narrowed as the two older riders lead the third back towards the cliff she had spent so much time searching around.

Raegan didn't care much to listen to his pompous words agreeing, mostly content with tuning it out as they finally made their way towards the cliff she had spent so much time searching around.

Gothi's Hut, apparently, was located high in the sky. Built on a man made tower with a thousand steps spiraling around. Raegan got a little out of breath climbing them all, feeling the fresh air bursting around as they traveled a hundred feet in the air was exhilarating. The walk was made in relative silence, their dragons had been left back in the village.

It seemed very inconvenient for a medicine woman, since it is most likely that sick or injured would need to make the walk, but Raegan shook the thought away.

Raegan was at first worried about Mowgli, how he would react with so many vikings around while she wasn't there, but Stormfly seemed to keep him busy. The two could be seen playing a game that might resemble tag, calling out playful roars and barks to each other as their riders continued the climb alone.

The hut at the top was small and didn't even include a real front door. It was easy for Raegan to peer inside the three-walled structure, filled floor to ceiling with shelves and things holding all kinds of plants and jars and things.

"Gothi!" Hiccup called out when they'd reached the top, "Raegan found part of your staff. Do you think you could be able to change him back?"

Raegan watched as an elderly woman crept her way out of the dark hut and into the sun. Her hair had long since lost any color to it, looking a lot like snow. It was tied over her shoulder in a thick braid. She was short, even shorter than Raegan and hunched over slightly. Her face was stern, impatient. Her demeanor made Raegan a little nervous, avoiding eye contact and shifting slightly on her toes as she gripped the staff tightly in her hands.

Gothi stepped forward, not even waiting before she took the staff from Raegan's outstretched hands. Then she busied herself around the medicine hut, grabbing a few things here and there and making a rough mixture of green slime in a small wooden bowl.

She used no measuring cup, just pilled pinches of something here and there. She was very experienced and merely had to eyeball the things she threw in the mix.

Bonecrusher had no patients for this, snapping out, "I hope this won't take long, sorceress. I like to nap after a feast of wild boar and mead."

"Thanks for the help, Gothi," Hiccup eased over the words. "We really need Fishlegs back."

Gothi stopped her mixing, smiling at the product, and used the end of her broken staff to grab a hold of Fishlegs' lips and pull him down to her level. He was too surprised to stop her, and she poured the strange green mixture into his mouth.

Immediately he winced and coughed at the taste and a few seconds later he had rushed over to a nearby barrel to vomit.

Raegan gagged.

"Ugh," Astrid turned back to Gothi. "What was in that potion?"

Gothi looked away from Bonecrusher's heaving form, and, using a thin stick, began to squiggle little drawings into the sandy floor of her hut. Raegan stepped closer to watch her work, but the little signs meant nothing to her. They didn't even look like the alphabet the vikings usually used.

Not that Raegan could read that either.

"'It wasn't a potion'," Gobber leaned down to read. "'Just spiced yak bladder.' She says, that'll teach him to break her staff."

Gothi didn't look up until she finished. Gobber continued on reading.

"She thanks you for finding it for her," The beefy blond continued, looking back at Raegan.

And when Raegan did look back at her, the elderly woman was smiling a gummy smile.

Raegan returned the gesture, a little nervous at the recognition. "You're welcome, Gothi."

Bonecrusher's head shot up from the barrel he was using, breathing heavily as though he had been holding it under water. "Not the most delicate delicacy."

"What about getting Fishlegs back?" Astrid asked, one hand on her hip.

Gothi didn't spare her a glance, staring down at her broken staff and twirling it slightly in her hand. Then she turned back to the hypnotized impostor, giving him no time to react as she twirled the staff in front of him a few times.

In the blink of an eye, Bonecrusher was flat on his face.

Gothi seemed to find it amusing, and once again began writing in the sand.

"'Don't mess it up this time.'" Gobber read outloud for them. "You two should hurry it up, don't know how long Snotlout can stay away from his beloved Bonecrusher."

His voice lacked any real amusement.

It was now or never. The rest of them turned to Hiccup and he stepped forward again, talking in a strange voice Raegan had trouble translating.

"Uhh, here it goes," He started, clearing his throat and leaning down to speak clearly to Fishleg's unconscious form. "Fishlegs, you are not Thor Bonecrusher. You are Fishlegs Ingerman: nerdy, Gronckle-loving, Fishlegs Ingerman. And you are not allergic to Meatlug."

Hiccup did not look especially confident at his abilities to hypnotize Fishlegs, but he looked up at Gothi when he was finished anyway.

"So, uhh, what happens next?" He only barely had time to get it out before Gothi approached skeptically. She eyed up the chubby young man lying before her and then simply snapped her fingers.

Blue eyes snapped open immediately.

"Uhh, hello?"

And just like that, Fishlegs was back.

So guess who took like 8 months to update?

it was me

im sorry.

HOWEVER!

Guess who just graduated?

it's also me. I now have a whole diploma. No more schoolin for me.

unless i go to college.

anyway.

*pours apple juice into a shot glass*